Engineering Ratios

Standard disclaimer: work of fiction, includes themes of force and reluctance.

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Olive and her gaggle of admirers stumble into the 5:00 meeting late. Kay studies her friend from a distance, seeing she's dissheveled and clutching a football jacket around herself.

As the rowdy group finds their seats, Olive apologizes to the speaker and tumbles into a chair. Always the good girl, Kay tries to focus on the Engineering Society President during his welcome address. Despite her best intentions, it's impossible to focus when, from her vantage point, she can see rough hands resting high on Olive's thighs.

Kay shifts her eyes back to the president, but is distracted again when the boy seated behind Olive leans forward with a whisper then licks her earlobe.

Chad squeezes her hand and quietly reminds Kay that good girls listen when someone in authority is speaking. She resets and looks to the president, but thinks a silent prayer for the safety of her new friend, Olive.

As the president wrapped up his instructions on how to make the most of their first month, he explained that their first frosh activity would be a photo scavenger hunt across campus. Chad boldly takes Kay by the hand, and she loses sight of Olive in the mob rush out the door.

"Can we go back and look for my friend?" Kay tentatively asks Chad, "I'm worried about her."

Chad asserted himself, "I don't think she's a good influence on you, Kay. Rick texted me that there's a girl in our class already on campus security's radar. Something about indecency in one of the tunnels. I'm not sure, but the description matches her."

Kay's eyes widen, thinking of how brazen and sinful her new acquaintance must be to have such a pack of boys clinging to her. Chad continued, "I thought, maybe, we could go for a walk or something. You know, and talk to get to know each other better."

As their eyes met, Kay melted at the heat radiating from his ice blue gaze. She looked down bashfully, remembering to be submissive and demure.

"After everything you've shown me today, of course I'll follow wherever you lead me."

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"I guess telling Matty to stop being so possessive was a bad idea" Olive thought, reflecting on their wild afternoon excitement, and how it had so quickly turned sour.

Without Matty's protection, Olive is flanked by the four library boys. After scampering into the Frosh session, they are restless in their seats. Olive feels them as they lean in to whisper lewd suggestions, and a wet tongue lingers on her ear. She squirms and pulls Matty's jacket tighter as the boys on either side of her trace the insides of her thighs to the crotch of her shorts.

She tries so hard to keep composed and tune them out that she misses the instructions, and she is caught off guard when the president dismisses them for the scavenger hunt.

"I know what I'd like to scavenge" Olive jumps at the voice to her left as his hand cups her mound through her shorts.

Looking around frantically, she sees that the room is clearing out. No one else is paying attention to her little posse. She had hoped to catch her new friend Kay, but they merely shared a glance as Kay was whisked away, pulled by the wrist by that gangly boy from their tour group.

"Guess you're with us then, slut" one of the crew whispers in her ear.

Olive panics and runs out of the room. Catching a glimpse of Matty in the hallway, she relentlessly pursues him down the hall and around the corner.

Out of sight from the class, Matty turns on her. "Well? What the fuck do you want now?"

"Matty, please!"

"Do you know how hard it is watching those pricks feel you up for an hour, knowing I dicked you myself this afternoon?"

"Matty, please! Stop shouting and let me explain!"

"Explain what? I'm not enough for you?" he grabs and jiggles his bulge, "this isn't enough for you?!"

"Matty, please! This afternoon was amazing- the tunnel, your apartment, giving you my virginity. Of course I don't want to be with-"

She lost her breath and her words as he slammed her against the corridor wall, pinning her in place with his mitts on her chest and mouth on hers.

Twisting to free herself, Olive scanned for witnesses- "Matty, please! Not here! Not again, we can't get caught like this twice in one day!"

His hands are persistent as they grope, and his lips fight to capture hers again.

"Matty, please! I want to talk about this first. Then I'll do anything it takes to make it up to you."

He relents. "Anything?"

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Kay laces her fingers with Chad's as they walk through the mostly abandoned quad. It felt so forward to be walking hand in hand with a man, but it was a nearly private moment as the rest of the engineering class loped in and out of buildings around them. They were perfectly public in their perfectly private moment- surely even her mother couldn't find too much fault with this stroll (not that Kay would mention it).

Chad couldn't help but to sneak peaks at Kay. Despite how intimately he knew her body now -for god's sake, he had eaten her asshole to orgasm hours earlier- he was remarkably timid about talking with her.

The pair slowly traipse around the quad, marvelling at the old stone structures and dodging the packs of engineering boys as they sprint recklessly.

Chad uses his, well, Rick's knowledge of the campus to navigate to the quiet, secluded spot on top floor in computer sciences building. No longer trusting her mother would see the innocence of the company she was keeping, Kay chose to silently submit to Chad's leading as they twined deeper and deeper through the building's labyrinth of hallways and up a back stairwell. She was just about to suggest turning back when they came to a sixth floor landing with walls of glass.

Kay marvels at the amber light dancing on the horizon. She is in awe of the splendor she witnesses, watching the gold reflections on the nearby river and seeing the softenness the dusk brought to the hard stone buildings below her. "It's stunning," she whispered.

Chad directed her to the bench nearby, "God made you just as stunning," he murmured. He clasps her hands and watches her watch as evening descends.

With her head on his shoulder and holding hands in his lap, Chad edges her palm over his crotch. Kay, lost in the beauty of the sunset, the safety of Chad's company, and the post-orgasmic bliss of today's three revelations, didn't acknowledge the change.

Emboldened by her lack of opposition, Chad applied pressure and pushed her hand harder to his jeans as he whispered, "You're so beautiful, I can hardly stand it,"

Kay smiled at the compliment and lolled her head back onto his shoulder. Feeling encouraged, he cupped her hand around his bulge. "Feel what you do to me." Kay's eyes snap open, wide and worried as she realized where her palm was pressing.

"Chad, I-" as she went to withdraw, his grip on her hand tightened and he pressed with greater insistence.

"Feel what you do to me, Kay. Your beauty is filling me with passion." He drew her closer, looping his arm over her shoulder. "I look at you and want to praise God." As intended, he felt her sink into his hold.

His hand dropped to her breast and held fast. "You are beautifully and wonderfully made. When I touch you here all I can think about is how you praised God with your body this afternoon." His strong fingers began kneading her flesh, as he attempted to distract her from the ministrations of her other hand.

Kay was surprised to hear a moan, and realized it was her own. Feeling Chad's protective grip, trusting his guidance, and thinking back on the worship session in the chapel where their fingers and Chad's mouth had orchestrated an orgasmic praise chorus, she moaned again and felt her core grow warm.

"I loved praising with you," he murmured into her hair as he nuzzled against her.

"Thank you for teaching me," Kay purred in response. Chad saw his opportunity to get his equal payment.

"Do you want to learn more about God's creation?" Chad drawled into her ear as he flicked her nipple through her shirt.

"Oh yes!" Kay gasped, and whether it was to his actions or his question, Chad proceeded.

"Put your hand in mine, here," he drew her free hand back to her breast, hoping to keep her distracted with her own pleasure as he sought his. As he increased the tempo of her right hand fondling his crotch, he doubled the pressure and intention of her left hand on her own breast.

Together, their hands trace up her breast before descending inside her collar and down into the cup of her bra. Chad leads her fingers and together they circle around and around her peak, drawing closer but never satisfying her rigid nipple. A whispered, "please" is all it takes to motivate Chad to pinch and tug the tit, and Kay's back arches in response.

Chad maintains the tweaking, hoping it will be an adequate distraction for Kay. Chad conceals that he's now opened his fly and is rubbing her other hand over his hardened cock with only flimsy boxers between them. As she cries out, he temporarily releases her and stands. Placing his hands on the wall to either side of her head, he whispered, "can we worship together?"

Lost and disoriented at the sudden loss of stimulation, she nods without hearing the question. All Kay knows is that she is desperate to have his touch back on her- especially now that he's taught her it isn't wrong or sinful.

He moves a hand to the back of her head and sweeps her into a gentle, but growingly urgent kiss. Colors dance behind Kay's eyes- a kiss! A real kiss! Is kissing part of worship too? Is it like the orgasms that came from praising with her breasts and clitoris?

Deepening the kiss, Chad moves to straddle Kay. His knees perch on the bench beside her hips and he uses all of his self-control not to rip off her clothes, crush her with his pelvis, and officially claim her. Holding himself aloft, he keeps one hand in her hair and moves the other to clasp hers. Their hands travel together under her shirt and beneath her bra to resume their worship.

Muffling her moans with his own mouth, Chad moves his hand from her hair to her back. To her waist. To her hip. Awash in new sensations, Kay can hardly orient where her own body is, and is totally naive to Chad's motions and schemes beyond the pleasure his fingers are bringing her.

Without warning, Chad flips them over so that Kay is on her knees straddling him. Never breaking their kiss, Chad drops his hand into the back of her skirt and tights. His fingers graze her asshole then dance between her labia with a glancing tease to her clit.

"Please, touch me there again. I need to worship more."

"More praise it is" he murmurs, as he moves her skirt and pulls her down hard onto the open crotch of his pants. Only two layers seperate them- her tights and his tented boxers. She never did replace those panties since the morning in the lab. He kisses away her protests and grinds his erection against her clit and vulva.

Kay is lost in sensations. Everything is happening so fast, but so far Chad has only brought her delight. She submits to his ministrations and rides the pleasure.

With a hand still on her tit, Chad breaks the kiss. About to protest, Kay is instead presented with fingers to suck on. Chad offers her one, two, then three fingers and she laps and slurps at his direction.

Chad releases her breast and uses his dry hand to cup Kay's neck and pull her back into a dance of tongues. Distracted, but hardly surprised, Kay moans as she feels the wet fingers around her asshole.

Arching her back, it's Kay's turn to break the kiss as she wantonly lifts her shirt up and off. Presenting her tits as they spill from confinement, she brazenly offers them for Chad's mouth. Growling his appreciation, he latches onto her left nipple and sucks as he pushes his middle finger into Kay's broken rosebud.

Kay whimpers at the intrusion in her aching hole, but trusts Chad's authority. If this is what he wants, it must be ok. Seeking sensations, Kay undulates between pushing her ass back onto Chad's hand and scraping her clit across his tented boxers.

With his mouth occupied between swinging breasts, Chad moves his free hand to trace her clit. He has just pushed a second wet finger into her ass when the sensations become too much and Kay descends into a writhing orgasm.

Unknown to Kay, her shaking orgasm left her intuitively grinding and humping against a cock that had now grown to freedom through Chad's fly. As his member came to light, Chad focussed on how he could redirect the post-orgasmic haze to his benefit.

"Thank you for worshipping with me" Kay murmurs, relaxing onto Chad's shoulder.

"We're not done. I haven't finished praising, and you haven't fully appreciated God's creation- my body."

Chad uses one hand to guide hers back into her tights, and they resume caresses her sensitive clit together.

"Let me teach you more about god's design for praise," he murmurs into her ear, using his free hand to guide hers over his boxers. Kay is hesitant... scared... and mesmerized.

"B-b-but its wrong, I shouldn't-"

He withdraws his touch from her. "Are you calling god's creation wrong? Bad? I'm disappointed, Kay. After all I've shown you, after the pleasure I've brought you, after I shared the joy of worshiping with your body- you now defy me?! You can't possibly experience all the glory god has designed without learning more about his creation."

"But Chad, I-" He moves her hand to his bared flesh. "I like how this feels."

"Yes, but-" he closes her hand around his shaft. "Did God create it?"

"Yes, but-" he begins to pump her hand up and down. "Lean in. God made this. God made you. God made me. Help me feel how good he made us."

With his hands over her own, in each of their groins, he directs their pleasure. As his erection stiffens, Kay gasps, and he doesn't know if it's in awe of his member or at the persistent frigging of her own anatomy.

Leaving her to tend to her clit alone, he wraps his large hands around her delicate one. He tightens their hold on the shaft and begins to speed up their rhythm.

Together their passion rises, and as he hears her breath quicken in anticipation of an innumerable additional orgasm he eases off.

"Shhh, baby girl, there's more to learn first." He slowed their hands and moved to a time of show and tell. "God designed my balls. Go ahead, gently touch them," she jumped as her delicate touch made the sack twitch in response.

"God designed my shaft- go on, slide your hands on it again and squeeze it as you go,"her hand tentatively rose with her eyes locked on their progress up the forbidden rod.

Chad leads her thumb to tug down his foreskin. "peek a boo, baby girl, that's the head that god created, and I think you should give it a kiss."

Kay's eyes widened and Chad nearly lost it at the shocked innocence of this virgin who's ass had been destroyed twice that day. Her eyes dropped back to his lap, wanting to be submissive but also entranced by this new discovery.

"I don't know how to do it" she whispered, running her hand up and down the shaft again.

Chad urged her onward. "Go ahead, worship god with your mouth sucking on his magnificent creation."

Kay keeps a hand in her own panties as a reminder to keep praising god with passion. She extricates herself from the bench and kneels between Chad's legs. Tentatively, trying to stay calm with all the overwhleming lessons, she closes her eyes and sticks out her tongue.

Chad is equally turned on by her naïvety and impatient at her hesitance. He coaches her through more, easing her mouth around the glistening head for a gentle suck. The sensations of her hot warm mouth on his dick are divine, but without any idea of what to do his corruptable virgin remains in place, as frozen as an open-mouthed, plugged statue.

"More, do more!" he takes hold of Kay's hair and tries to move her corrupting lesson along. "I praised god with my mouth on you, it's time to submit and do the same!" his hips are rising, trying to pump and gain a rhythm with Kay's weak and ignorant attempts at obedience.

With a growl he tightens his hand in her hair. Chad stands up and pushes himself deeper into her mouth, now using both hands to hold her head in place. Kay gargles as he forces himself into her. Chad picks up the pace, revelling in the naughty sensations of masturbating himself using her mouth. He pounds in again and again, feeling near the brink.

She pushes against his hips and he is snapped back to the present, relenting his assault when he sees the tears and panic in her eyes.

Kay coughs and gasps for air, sobbing. Her mind races, not with distress at being used, but at her inability to bring Chad pleasure as they praised together. "I'm so sorry," she chokes out between the hiccups.

Chad thinks to the earlier sessions of leading her astray, pondering how to continue his corruption. "I was just trying to help you worship as strongly and all-consumingly as when I had my mouth on you this afternoon. Don't you want to praise god with our bodies?"

Kay kneels at his feet, sobs now quiet but shoulders still shaking as she stares at the floor in shame. "I want to praise," she sniffles out.

Chad grabs her chin and lifts her eyes to meet his, "how?"

"It's only fair you let me fully celebrate creation. I want to help you praise and finish properly. I, I..." a blush blooms across her face and naked chest. "I want you to release your praise into my mouth."

Chad is rock hard at the tawdry words, "so why did you push me away? Why didn't you submit to my leadership and authority?" Shame-filled sniffles are the only response he receives.

"Shhh, babygirl. If you say you can't handle it and you aren't capable of submitting, I'm sure we can find something else to do that is praiseworthy."

Chad pulls Kay to her feet and walks her to the window ledge overlooking the whole campus as the last remnants of the sunset sink out of sight.

Chad tenderly kisses her neck, regaining compaure despite his raging boner. "Can i worship with you?"

He leans forward and guides her hands to the glass. Holding her steady with his own weight, he takes the opportunity to drop his boxers and tug down her waistbands. He directs her to continue focusing out the window and marvelling at god's creation.

With Kay preoccupied, Chad clasps both hips and tugs apart her cheeks with his thunbs. Before she can protest, he burrows his tongue back into her ass. As she purrs and grinds against him, Chad adds fingers to help stretch and accommodate his access. As he laps and presses he feels her juices flowing down his chin as his stubble roughens her labia. He persists with licks, prods, and rubs to build her passion, always stretching her rear passage until he can replace his tongue with third finger.

Kay's moans echoed through the abandoned hallway as she pushed her hips backward into his ministrations and leaned further into the window. "so big, so much," Her forehead is pressed to the cool glass and her world is alight with pleasure as the final traces of the sun disappear over the horizon.

Chad begins to mutter. "It's only fair that if a brute like my brother can use your ass for his pleasure that I can also use it for praise." Kay moans unknowingly in response. "I promise, you'll still be a virgin, I'll only use this hole," he rams his finger deeper into her sphincter, "and leave the other for your wedding night."

Lost in sensation, Kay doesn't voice any opposition.

Chad gripped himself and traced his rod through Kay's channel, collecting her nectar and lubricating himself. He forced himself to go slowly, despite the virgin vagina before him and the fascination he's held with her rosebud since his brother defiled it that morning. Pacing himself and hoping not to burst, Chad lined himself up with Kay's puckered rear.