Engineering Ratios

Olive's day never stopped- after her attempted bathroom evasion (and orgasm), the barbecue, and wandering through the booths, Matty never left her side. She finally had to ask.

"Matty, I'm starting to get really confused here," Olive confides as they weave between tables and other groups of freshmen. "I mean, thanks for helping to keep those other creeps at bay, but like, what the fuck are you doing?"

"What am I doing? I'm looking out for you. Isn't that what friends are for?"

"Ok, sure, but what the hell happened back in the library? You were such a douchebag, flexing your dominance then skull fucking me just to, what, get street-cred with those losers?"

"Hey, don't forget that I'm the reason those losers didn't just throw down and gangbang you right there in the stacks. So instead of calling me a douchebag, why don't you show some gratitude? You give me some perks here and there, I'm happy to be the friend and bodyguard for when your slut-mouth flies faster than your cunt is willing to pay."

Just like when she was fingering herself to orgasm in the bathroom earlier, Olive's rational brain was in competition with her insatiable horniness. Against her better instincts, his gruffness was kind of turning her on. Her thoughts swirled as she pondered his proposition. "What a dick. But also, he has a point. So what if he wants me to give him the odd rub n tug or blow him? It'll help me get my skills mastered, and keep these dweebs at bay."

After feeling so overwhelmed by the group in the library, and seeing them undress her with their eyes as they followed her and Matty around campus, she agreed. She knew Matty was a good guy deep down- maybe his words and participation in the library were just his way of fitting in with their new classmates. She resolved that if she was going to survive in this college of boys, she was going to have to toughen up and take life as it comes.

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Olive was never quite able to get the stains off her shirt from the library, and her grandma's house was too far off campus to have time for a wardrobe change. Newly the gentleman, Matty draped her in his windbreaker as they wandered campus in the afternoon sun.

Ever persistent, Olive's rough but devoted admirers continued trying to draw her attention and affections. As Olive and Matty wandered around campus, the throng of devotees vied for a position near her. Some seemed like innocent advances- holding the door as they walked into the library, or offering her the last bag of free mini-donuts at a booth. Others had less vieled advances, like brushing against her chest in a narrow hallway or fondling her ass as they slipped free condoms into her back pocket.

Olive was wary, but she knew she was safe with Matty nearby. No way he would let anyone get too carried away. Plus, all the attention was kind of fun.

The group found themselves at the Physical Acitivity Complex. As some of the group marvelled at the indoor rock wall and others checked out the better vending machines, the blonde linebacker sidled up to Olive. "You know girl, this building really gets me thinking- I bet I could PAC you better than any of these other losers distracting you."

Olive blushed at how forward he was being, sheepishly thinking about the anatomy of someone so large and what it could do to her smaller, virgin frame. Olive was about to come up with a sly retort that boasted more worldliness and experience than her reality, but Matty cut her off.

"That's it. We're ditching these losers. Come on, Olive."

Their persistence had drained his patience. Matty had decided he needed to solidify his claim on Olive before her popularity let her slip away from him.

Olive bristled at his demand, disappointed to have her flirting cut short. But she had agreed that she would follow Matty's lead while navigating this new college.

Without waiting for her response, he grabbed her wrist and hauled her downstairs toward the tunnel connecting the PAC to the Administration building.

The linebacker shrugged his shoulders at losing their mutual infatuation. He looked to the rest of the group. "Anyone want to check out the dorms and see if there's any babes looking for attention there?"

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Their footsteps echoed off the walls of the bare tunnel hall as Matty stomped through the corridor pulling Olive around corners and through doorways. Not a single person, staff or student, crossed their path- between the warm weather and the obscurity of the tunnel's location, it was unlikely they would see another soul.

Matty stopped short and turned on Olive.

"What the hell did you think you were doing? You're such a bitch, do tou know that? I can't believe you agreed to be my girlfriend and then went right along with their flirting and games of grab ass. What the fuck was that?"

Olive stammered, thinking back to their earlier conversation. "I never said I would be your-"

"Fuck, Olive. Get off your high horse. You agreed to give me benefits in exchange for protecting you, and then what? Fool around with other guys on the side? Even if you're not my girlfriend, you're a pretty shitty friend with benefits. You're barely acting like a friend, and I'm missing the part where you offered any benefits, but you're happy to be whoring yourself to that lot."

Matty began to stomp away. "Take care of yourself, bitch."

Olive looked around frantically, disoriented with where Matty had led her. Everywhere she looked, there were identical empty hallways leading god knows where. Olive panicked at his abandonment. Worried about what nefarious intentions might find her down here, where clearly no one was coming to her aid, she ran after the one man whom she probably needed the most protection from.

"Matty, wait!" she weighed her options as she sprinted after him. His solid frame had easily double the stride of her petite one, so she was out of breath and panting when she finally caught up.

"Matty, please. I'm so sorry- I misunderstood. I get it now." Her chest heaved as both hands clasped his arm. "Please, I want your help. I want to be your more-than-friend. I promise, I'll make it worth your while."

Matty scowled down at her, maintaining an appearance of disgust to mask the lust he felt seeing her cleavage mashed up against his arm. "Pfft, yeah right. What's in it for me?"

"Well, I did promise you 'perks' for helping me out." Olive tried to capitalize on her assets, following his eyes to her chest. She arched her back to accentuate the view. "If you say you'll forgive me," she looked down the corridor one more time to make sure they were alone, "I'll let you go to second base."

Matty's ears, and dick, perked up at her voluntary proffer. "Oh yeah, sure. I'm a guy so all it takes is the promise of tits to make me forget everything." He pretended to walk away.

Olive pursued, and pressed against him. "Well, is it working? Do you forgive me yet?"

Matty's hand flew to her throat, pinning her to the wall. Olive panicked, raising both hands to try and claw her way to freedom. Before she could loosen his grip, Matty's other hand had captured both of her wrists and held them pinned above her head.

Gasping, Olive looked wild-eyed, fearful of Matty's latest hulk moment and hoping to be found.

All concern melted away as his mouth descended on hers. As his grip on her throat loosened, the urgency of his mouth increased. Olive was now pinned to the wall by his demanding mouth devouring hers.

His free hand moved to the wall beside her head, trapping her in his clutches. His mouth hungrily searched hers and she moaned as he pinned her tighter to the cinderblock. It felt primal, being absolutely at his mercy. She melted in his arms, abandoning her good sense that feared his unpredictability.

Matty was feeling primal too. As his classmate trembled in his arms, he knew that she was officially conceding to be his conquest.

Keeping her arm aloft, he stooped to nibble along her jaw. Leaving the wall, his mighty hand tenderly lifted her hair to give his mouth more access. With his body plastered to hers, Olive couldn't help but feel his python rising against her stomach. She longed to get her own pleasure and scooted her leg out. Desperate for something to grind against, she looped it behind his knee and gyrated to find friction.

Smug at how she's descended into his plan, Matty captured her mouth again. Releasing her wrists, Matty moved Olive's hands to his shoulders. He felt more than heard her breath hitch as he clutched her behind her bent knee and hoisted her aloft.

Suddenly airborn, Olive's hands scrambled for purchase. She clung desperately to Matty's shoulders, pushing up to stay at the delightful elevation that had perfectly aligned her needy core with his pelvis.

Her moans crescendoed and bounced off the hard walls as she settled her legs around his waist and Matty clutched her ass. He squeezed, massaged and molded her flesh, revelling in the friction of her canvas shorts against his boner.

Olive's pulse raced, and she used her lithe legs to pull Matty closer. Matty pressed against her, and released an ass cheek. "Second base, eh?" he murmured through their kisses.

Olive was preoccupied holding herself aloft and gyrating against her friend, so she was caught unaware when his mitt honked her tit.

"Hey! Since when do you-" grinding her back against the wall and pushing with his pelvis, Matty released his other hand to cover her mouth."

"Uh, uh, uh," he admonished. "Second base. You offered. I accepted. Now take it." His mouth returned to hers, and the newly freed hand sought skin. Snaking up from her hip, Matty splayed his hand and felt under her aqua coloured tanktop. Across her abdomen, over her ribs, then under her bra. Matty marvelled at her muscular form as he felt her tense beneath his touch.

Against all instincts, Olive moaned as his fingers traced over her nipple. Taking her pleasure as consent, Matty moved his second hand beneath her clothes. Her large DD-cup bra was still too small to contain his paws, so Matty tongued her tonsils to distract her as he pushed her tank and bra up to her collarbone.

Olive mewled as Matty's rough hands explored her breasts. First pawing and honking, then tracing and exploring. Against her better judgement, she felt her core oozing as his thumbs strummed her nipples in the chilly air conditioned hall. Her hips rocked against him as her passion rose, and her head lolled back as his mouth licked and sucked her delicate flesh.

Matty buried his face in the cleft of her breasts. He could tell his conquest was heating up by her ragged breathing.

Alternating between breasts with hands and mouth, Matty explored. Delighted by their bounce, Matty began to thrust and dry hump Olive into the wall to watch her tits dance obscenely.

The added friction was too much for Olive. As Matty latched onto one nipple and pinched the other, his hips bounced and ground her harder against the wall, pushing her over the precipice. Her vision exploded in colours and her body was on fire. She clung to Matty's shoulders as her back arched and her world flew apart.

Matty continued groping and humping until Olive finally returned to earth, gasping and panting. Her nipples were now distended and beyond sensitive, and as she opened her eyes she was reminded that they were in a public hallway.

"Matty- Matty, stop!" she swatted at his hands and pushed his head away, trying to unlatch his perfectly suctioned mouth from her tit. She unlaced her legs from around his waist and her fists pounded against his shoulders.

"Let me go! Let me go! Matty, we're in public! Let me go! I demand you put me down!"

SMACK

Olive crumpled to the ground, holding her cheek and getting her bearings. Did he just...

"Selfish bitch. Of course you're only worried about where we are now that you've gotten off. But what about me?"

Olive cowered, unsure how to answer and preoccupied with covering her naked breasts.

SMACK- his hands swatted hers away. "Leave those out, I'm not done with them yet." Using her globes as handles, he roughly pulled Olive to her knees. One hand continued to knead her flesh and pinch her tip between his fingers, while the other went to his belt.

Olive looked around wildly, unsure if she wanted them to be alone for the decency of her reputation, or of she wanted a rescuer to swoop in. "Matty, please, I got carried away." Her hands push against his hips. "Matty, please, I really don't want to suck your dick again."

"Fine, then spit on it- it's these I want anyways," he retorted. He kept her in place with her breasts, swatting them, playing with them, obscenely yanking them up by the nipples to watch them crash back down.

Olive was terrified, and tried to catch her breath as she recovered from her orgasm - a difficult feat as he abused her tits while waggling his dick in her face.

She feared the repercussions of disobedience, so Olive slowly opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. Her breasts flailed wildly, bouncing off one another as Matty pawed at her. She felt his salty tip meet her tongue and closed her eyes in shame. She tried to tune out the torturous tugging on her nipples as she lightly lapped at the cock in front of her.

Matty was losing patience. His conquest was trying to back out, disrespectfully closing her eyes and half-heartedly participating instead of throwing her efforts into his pleasure. He rained another slap across her face.

"I said to lube it up, damn it! What is your whore mouth even good for?"

Burying both hands in her hair and clutching at her scalp, he pinned her head to the wall. Olive's hands frantically clawed at his hips, trying push her way to freedom. "Beg me for it," Matty sneered. "Tell me how much you want to pay me my benefits."

Matty swung his log, smacking it across her face and humiliating her. Olive's hesitation was met with a slap. "Beg for my dick!" He slapped her again. "Beg."

Olive couldn't believe it as she heard her voice echo back to her as she shouted, "I want your cock! I want-"

Matty pushed his meat into her open mouth, grabbing her jaw. He relentlessly pursued his pleasure to the soundtrack of slapping flesh and the glugh, glugh, glughs of Olive struggling to breath around his cock. He pushed and pushed, moaning as his rod finally pressed into her throat.

He held himself still, fearing he would burst even though he had just achieved a new level of sensation. A glance down showed pure fear on Olive's face as she struggled against him.

Matty withdrew and gave Olive a few seconds to cough and catch her breath. Measured, he resumed.

"Tell me what you want," his tone threatening. Olive looked down in submission. She was surprised when what came out was truth:

"I want you in my mouth."

"I can't hear you"

"I want you in my mouth?"

"You want what?"

"I want your giant cock back in my throat!"

Matty wrapped both fists in her hair and sunk to the hilt in her gaping maw. His balls bounced off her chin as he pumped and pumped, periodically pausing the skull fucking to make sure Olive didn't pass out.

Olive couldn't believe how turned on she felt being totally at Matty's mercy. Despite her hair being yanked and her head bouncing against the wall, despite the impossibility of filling her lungs and the dehumanizing feel of being an object for his use, Olive was on fire.

Olive's hands moved back to his hips, but she was too dizzy with passion (and oxygen deprivation) to consider pushing him back. Instead, she accepted her role as Matty's source of pleasure. Clutching at his rear, Olive pulls him ever deeper into her plugged throat. She choked and gagged around the intruder, and sloppily gasped for breath on Matty's rare withdrawal.

"That's what I like to see, let all that spit drool down onto your tits." Olive felt absolutely degraded, yet turned on beyond belief. As she continued to let his dick invade her throat, she loosened her lips and let her foaming saliva dribble down her chin.

Removing both hands from Matty's backside, she moved them to her chest. Moans vibrated around Matty's dick as Olive revelled in the massage, rubbing the moisture across her abused globes.

"There's a good girl, was that so hard? All I wanted was some good lube on your knockers. Now push those tits together around my schlong."

Olive's mouth was freed from Matty's invading meat as he lined it up between her breasts. Her voice could have called for help, but instead it encouraged the degradation.

"Yes, oh yes, rub that dick all over my titties," she murmured, using both hands to squeeze her flesh around his hog while pinching her own nipples.

Matty couldn't believe his ears and he began pumping furiously. Her double-d breasts not only spilled between Olive's fingers, but they perfectly captured his throbbing cock. Wet from pumping into her throat, his dick gleamed as he humped into the girl's cleavage. He grew harder and harder, hotter and hotter as he watched his rod disappear between the mounds the reappear to jab her in the jaw. For his viewing pleasure, he saw Olive's hands were not only holding her tits aloft but were also tweaking the rubbery nipples. She was enjoying this too!

Olive's head lolled back against the wall and bounced against the blocks with his every thrust. She left the containment of her globes to Matty's strong hands, moving her own to her shorts and his balls. Tickling and cupping his sac on the backswing, Olive felt him tense before she felt his hand back in her hair.

Ripping her head down, Matty hollered, "open wide!" as he pinched her nose and grunted out his release into her gaping mouth. Olive squeezed her eyes shut as she felt rope after rope of hot jizz splatter into her mouth and across her face and tits. She swallowed down the salty spray as Matty released her. Utterly defiled, she felt naughty. She felt like a slut.

And she felt good.

Wiping a finger across her collarbone, Olive collected enough liquid to resume frigging her clit. Her hand crept past the tight waistband of her shorts and into her panties.

Matty caught his breath, and stepped back to take in the scene. His classmate since eighth grade, who was always too good for him and always such a cocktease, was crouched essentially topless in a public hallway. She was resting on her heels with her knees stretched wide, with one hand frantically rubbing in her crotch while the other explored her now sticky breasts. The image nearly got him hard all over again.

Matty stepped forward again, petting her hair as he praised her. "What a good girl, I knew I could trust you to keep your promise," he lined himself up with her mouth again. "Now keep up the good work and get me all clean."

Olive had already swallowed his cum twice that day, so she didn't see the harm in finishing the job. Plus, he was being nice to her again.

Drawing him into her mouth, Olive gently licked and sucked the cum from every inch of his beast. Degredation be damned, as he stepped back and readjusted his clothes, Olive decided to give herself the same treatment.

With her left hand still diddling in her shorts, Olive locked eyes with Matty. Her right hand trailed up her waist then tightly clamped onto her sodden tit. Never breaking eye contact, she hefted her double-d and raised it to her mouth. She lapped and licked all around her flesh, cleaning the cum from her skin.

Matty was entranced by the spectacle. He strode forward and grasped her infatuating tits again, using his fingers to scrape up his cum and feed it into her hungry mouth.

As the cleanup work finished, he clutched one paw over her globe then tweaked at its nipple. The other joined her hand below and as he increased the pressure on her clit, his mouth captured hers and muffled the moans as they rubbed her to a second afternoon orgasm.