8:30
Abigail opened her heavy eyelashes with a delicate flutter, immediately checking her phone for the time and giving a slight groan. Out of habit, she rolled her big, jiggly chest to the other side of her tiny dorm bed, throwing some baby-pink covers over her head. She closed her eyes with a sigh, eyelids still heavy with mascara squinting ever harder until she gave up.
She just wasn’t tired.
It was absolutely baffling. She usually needed ten hours of beauty sleep to gain the strength to get up, and yet she was already feeling perky. She checked her phone again as she sat up in bed.
8:32
Honestly, she couldn’t remember the last time she was able to get out of bed this early, even that one time when her family took refuge in the basement because of a hurricane, she still slept like a sack of potatoes. Her mouth didn’t feel gross, her body felt full of energy and her head didn’t even have a headache from too many sweet shots to count. In fact, her mind was positively buzzing.
It was this buzzing which lead her to the memory of her sweetheart of a sister helping her when she got home, giving her something to drink before she passed out. She had to admit that whatever the drink was, it certainly cured hangovers!
But these memories weren’t alone. The entire nasty collage of her shenanigans last night flooded back and she rubbed her face. It wasn’t like last night was the first time for doing such things, in fact last night was completely typical since even before starting college. However, this night felt especially out of control for the blonde, making her feel a pit of shame in her stomach.
Getting to her feet, she stretched up to the ceiling with a harmonious yawn, but she couldn’t shake the dirty feeling on her. She wanted something to distract her, but was afraid to look at her phone, lest photos and texts from last night be the first thing to greet her.
Then it hit her. She had started this entire night to avoid doing homework so maybe that was just the cure. Her grey eyes locked onto her messy desk and she cleared the bras to the floor with a sweep of her arm tattooed with roses. She had gotten pretty darned frustrated with this task before, but now that it was early in the morning, maybe she could get a good start on it before her 11:30 class. Anything to distract her from last night’s shit show.
9:12
She couldn’t believe it. This was what had her knots before? She took the creative writing program because she thought it would be easy and fun, and there was nothing here which disproved that.
“You’ve just reached your one millionth hit on your YouTube video. What is the video about?”
It was a fun topic, and especially perfect for her. She had hundreds of thousands of followers on both her Twitter and Instagram, so describing herself as a Youtube star in 500 words wasn’t much of a stretch. In fact, it was kind of inspiring, simply based on the fact why she wasn’t Youtube famous. It was something she put to the back of her brain as she stood up. There was still so much time before class, so she could easily shower before getting her big booty to her lesson, which was normally a luxury she skipped since this class was supposedly so ‘early’.
Looking under her bed, she scratched her head looking for her shower basket, the one which had all the butter-cream moisturiser, neon-pomegranate shampoo, lemon zest conditioner and even her pink sponge pouf. However, in the explosive mess which was her side of the room, she couldn’t remember where she had placed it.
Quickly, she spied back over to her sister’s side of the room, Jade having left before 7:30 for gym and breakfast as usual, and spotted her sister’s simple grey shampoo bottle and green soap. Shrugging, Abigail couldn’t see the harm of quickly borrowing her sister’s boring shower things just to speed things along.
9:41
With her shower brisk and simple, Abigail was once again stumped to be back in her room. How did she have all the extra time on her hands? She still had more than an hour to kill, and she had already showered and tidied her side of the room a bit, bras back in the drawers, various knick-knacks arranged properly on her desk and now she was staring at the mirror with her phone.
Her phone didn’t have anything embarrassing on it, thankfully, but she was still stuck with a problem. Almost always, after her shower, she loved taking a risqué, barely-legal selfie with her nude body which sent her followers in a drooling madness telling her to come to their weird sounding cities. However, she must have made fifty poses on her bed, on the floor, from the front, from behind, but she just wasn’t satisfied.
Something seemed off about her body. Not that she didn’t like what she was seeing of course, as she actually felt a warm throb come from between her legs which meant she was doing something right with her pose. However, there was this undeniable alienation she felt looking at herself doing all these outrageously sexy poses.
Pressing her impressive chest together to tap her chin, bundling her long blonde hair in a messy flirty pose, a side composition which emphasized the size of her ass and chest at the same time, even doing the beloved classic which she stuck the phone suggestively between her funbags to mime a dick with her wide open lips. All of these were hot, but for some reason, she enjoyed looking at them much more than she wanted to do them. If it made any sense, she wanted the model to be someone else rather than her.
Frustrated, both by these emotions on her heart and the heat radiating from between her legs, she laid back on her bed nude, checking on her phone more. She flipped through some photos of the few people she followed and found one account she was constantly competing with.
@MissVietBimBo was the closest thing Abigail had to a nemesis, and it was easy to see. They were both blondes with similar dress sizes competing with how many retweets, followers and likes they liked per day, and of course, they shared the vast majority of fans. Abigail was always annoyed by this blonde Asian, as unlike her unnaturally natural curves which she developed from her mother, this bimbo naturally had unnatural implants which allowed her to match tit for tat any sexy selfie of overwhelming womanhood. Plus, she had a really cool car, and she was always able to sprawl her tits or spread her implant-plump cheeks over it to drive the men wild.
Abigail flipped through pages of her photos, biting her lower lip as she cycled through photo after GIF after twerking video. Before she knew it, she was using her free time to play with her damp lower lips, circling her clit as she watched the GIF of this Asian bimbo bend over her car and shake that fake ass again and again.
Her mind wandered to just bending that fake little slut over the hood and slapping that big plastic behind for being such a tease. Her obvious rich parents had bought her every little thing she had wanted, and though Abigail was in a similar situation, she didn’t flaunt her wealth like this naughty cunt and she needed to be punished for it. She yanked her hair, slapped her hard fake tits and parted those big ass cheeks now red with her slap marks.
Her head dived in between to lick her back hole before she slunked a big purple dildo inside, fucking her ass with a strap-on from nowhere, gripping her platinum locks like the reigns for a horse. She aggressively hooked her fingers into her fat ruby dick pillows as boys had done to Abigail in the past and thrust with all her might, absolutely determined to break this artificial bum. She wished her arms to be strong, her cock big and her body dominant as-
*Aowooo*
Howling to the ceiling, her body shuddered and contracted hard around her hand, her other hand falling limp, dropping her phone to her side. As blotchy stars circled her brain, she acknowledged how atypical that self-play session had been, probably the first time in a long time that some image of a guy and her big ten-inch vibrator wasn’t involved. She wiped her glossy fingers on her sheets and rose from her bed to wiggle her butt to her wardrobe, checking the time again.
10:01
Was time moving slower or something? She couldn’t comprehend her thinking as she lifted outfits to her chest and pouted. Same problem as the selfies, hot outfits, but not her today. Obviously, any of her booty-wedging shorts were out of the question, as were the low-cut white sheen tops which barely constituted more than a bra on her big breasts. But everything else just made her uncomfortable as well. Sparkling club dresses which hugged her impressive backside like a second skin? Obviously not. The plaid school-girl skirts which revealed half her ass and showed off her (lack of) underwear even if she tilted down an inch? It just wasn’t the look she needed. How about the fishnet top with sheen and torn leggings? Was there anything which didn’t show off 90% of her skin? She just tossed the French Maid outfit behind her bed, embarrassed she even had it.
Finally, she settled on something at the bottom of her wardrobe, a workout outfit she accepted as not being ‘cute enough’ to don her gorgeous body. She pulled up the olive green up her thighs and grunted as she struggled to pull the elastic band of these pants over her fleshy ass. She gave a final jump, popping her booty in with a squish and sighed. As much as she didn’t want to agree with her nagging sister, maybe her ass really was getting out of control?
Such concerns didn’t end when she pulled matching green sports bra over her head, most likely covering the chest on most women, but her own chest puppies just pressed and bumped each other like dueling truck tires as they struggled to remain inside. Only now had she realized how a big chest actually limited her choice of cute clothing, as certainly they’d spill or pop out of anything which wasn’t an XXXXL-size shirt that would hang to her toes.
A quick glance over her face in the mirror and she squinted her face, tilting her head to the right. Even without a dust of make-up, she naturally looked so doll-like. Big pink pillows for lips, naturally wide eyes with heavy eyelashes, streaked on eyebrows in a permanent perfect arc, and her tanned skin couldn’t be bothered to have anything resembling a non-symmetrical flaw on her face, she was a Barbie come to life.
The only thing she enjoyed gazing at were the rocking rose tattoos up her arm and back, those were frankly bad-ass but they looked a bit off on her soft arms. Running her pierced tongue over her whitened teeth, she spotted her sister’s plaid jacket and nodded, knowing how she wanted to look today.
10:32
She knew it was still early to be heading towards her class, the distance between here and the building only ten minutes, but she was slightly eager to hand this creative writing assignment she had just printed off at the library.
The library! Why had no one told her it was so interesting? There was this buzz of energetic learning floating through the air, furrowed brows focusing on articles on computer screens, debates taking place on loungers about some ideas from people long gone, and, frankly, a much more kick-ass coffee shop than the one closer to her dorm room. She hadn’t gone earlier because she’d had this image about these dusty books and nerdy librarians shushing her hot ass, but it honestly only made her mind rush more.
It was also interesting experiencing not having every pair of eyes drawn to her when she passed by. Usually guys would break their necks twisting to see her at different angles while girls looked furiously jealous but would be hypnotized nonetheless. But with a mere black hat on her head, large dark shades, and a blue plaid jacket draped over her form, she was actually flying below most people’s radar and it was an interesting and humbling experience. Of course, it didn’t last that long considering that anything more than a look over and her incredibly curvy body would be revealed and the stares would resume. But the quantity was down, leading to her enjoy her coffee with a little less stress of being judged for every action.
Unexpectedly, with less stares on her, she was giving out more gawks herself as she walked across the quad to her faculty building. She was at a college in Miami, but she was still surprised how often an incredible bod would pass by in a bikini top or jeans-shorts, and sometimes both. She just couldn’t close her mouth as babe after babe, wearing such little fabric, would just walk by with some of the juiciest bottom and jiggliest steps. She had only jilled herself off an hour ago, quite satisfactory in fact, but she was already feeling a burn yet again between her legs, the kind she usually only got when some hunky beefcake was winking at her. She pulled her hat down over her eyes and gritted her teeth.
Living with Jade must be rubbing off in her in all the wrong ways!
“Excuse me?” A Latina accent caught her off-guard to the side. “Can you wait a second?”
Turning her head, Abigail gulped as embraced face first a beautiful Cubana with the face of a cover-girl and a body like, well, frankly as curvy as her own. It was like karma was sending her wish for another body with her booty. Abigail gulped, staring unabashedly straight down between the straps of her white bikini top, the little triangles surely barely legal even for this loose campus’s dress-code. Her red gem lips curled in the most confident smile, her dark brown mane fluttering in the wind like a photo-shoot.
“Hi.” This mysterious hottie rolled her hips as she talked, full ass sticking out a third from the back, zipper of her fly clearly unable to even go up her round hips. “Sorry for being so rude, but I was.. wondering.” She closed her eyes, blushing slightly away as Abigail continued to marinate in her presence. “You’re not… @BibibopMiami are you?”
It was her account alright. “Y-Yeah…” She just couldn’t muster the usual energy to laugh it off. Her hands were aching to grab a chunk of this hot Latina and lick that hot tanned skin. “That’s me.”
”Cool!” She chirped excited. “I knew you were, like, obviously in Miami, but I had no idea that you’d be, like, at my college! So cool!” She stepped agonizingly closer, her peppermint breath going up Abigail’s nostrils. “I’m Anita, but you call call me Nini. I love how you do your make-up and god I’m jealous of your body!” She groaned as she reached forward to actually cup those big boobies Abigail had tried to tuck away. “I would kill for bigger tits like these, and that ass!” She reached around and gave it a playful slap. “Imagine a Latina getting jealous of, like, a white girl!”
Abigail grunted with her lips bit, unable to comprehend why she was so out of control aroused for this fellow party girl. “T-Thanks, but I-I’ve gotta go!” She tried to turn but Nini had her by the outfit.
“Ooo, I love this outfit you’ve got, by the way.” She petted the cheap plaid of her sister like it was silk. “Is this some new chic boutique stuff for, like, fall?”
“Uh yeah.” Why did she keep having images in her head of just burring her face between her ass and eating it like a whole cake. “But you know-”
”Yeah, I hear you.” Nini gave a nervous chuckle. “You’re busy… But can you message me when you got the time?” She paused as she got her phone out. “OOo even better! Can we selfie?”
”Sure, yeah.” Even Abigail’s deeply tanned cheeks were starting to get red as Nini put her big butt next to her own, lining up four tanned cheeks, each individually larger than any egghead which studied here.
“I can’t believe I’m posing with such a star!” Nini giggled as she gave her big lips a pout, ensuring they looked their most kissable.
Unable to resist anymore, Abigail reached around her waist and used her shaking hands with long pink nails to grip a large handful of ass, a glob feeling like soft butter which melded and pooled between her fingers. Naturally, it didn’t feel much different from her own big behind, yet it just felt so much hotter to be groping another, different ass like this.
“Ooo.” She gave a bit of a jump. “You’re, like, eager to compare booties, huh?” She giggled as she pressed her cheek against hers and snapped a picture.
“A-Another.” Abigail burst out, pressing her body rougher against her, feeling like a dirty perve but simply not wanting to let go.
“Sure!” She peeped as she smiled as Abigail gave a peck on her cheek.
*Click*
Enough was enough for the blonde, either she ran or took what she wanted. Instincts taking over, Abigail grabbed her soft tan chin and kissed her right on the lips, rougher this time, lips parting and tongue slipping through. Nini’s eyes went wide, but she didn’t step back once Abigail put her tongue inside, and felt up her breast. She tasted amazing, and just making her suck her tongue made her start grinding against her leg. There was this squish as a wet spot spread out wide from at her crotch, pussy burning for contact with this hottie. Both babes moaned in each other’s mouth, Abigail just getting a finger down that delicious deep ass-crack when Nini’s eyes opened.
“Wait.” Finally, after about two minutes of that tongue dancing, Nini stepped back. “Hawt but…” she bit her brown nail, “like, I like dicks.”
“O-Oh, of course!” She shook her head, wet lips parted. “Can’t us girls have a bit of fun?”
”Oh!” Nini patted her head. “Sorry, I was like, thinking you were some dyke or something, like that.”
”No?” She couldn’t even properly deny such a claim because she still wanted to bend this culo over and spank away until she called Bibi ‘daddy.’ She gripped her head, not used to these dirty thoughts cycling around her brain. “Um, I’ll send you a message after class, okay?”
”Alright.” The Latina gapped her lips as Abigail hurried away to the nearby building. “But, like, don’t you need my phone number or something?”
10:50
Abigail entered the lecture hall of around fifty seats and a stage and spied around. She had never been this early before and was surprised that people actually came this early. Nevertheless, she kept her body moving, doing anything from getting her mind occupied on the fact that she wanted every hot babe she came across.
She’d fucked other girls before, tons of times in fact, but it was never a sensation like this. Before it was simply fun party-stuff she did when she was drunk. It was cute. It was never during the day, and it never was so aggressive and raw. She actually felt she might explode if she didn’t jamming her hips into the nearest bubble butt. Something was wrong with her, but on the other hand, there was something mischievously fascinating about these feelings she wanted to explore.
Either way, she’d been standing in the doorway for a while and was beginning to feel awkward. She needed to choose where to sit, but she wasn’t sure exactly where. There was a cute hunk sitting near the front, and that would have been the obvious choice before, but now it wasn’t so clear. There was also a cute raven hair babe at the back, her big boobs hanging out quite invitingly and her crotch was definitely directing her there. Then there was a short haired girl which reminded her of her sister, and she was almost dressed the same too. Of course, she didn’t need to sit beside anyone if she didn’t want to, and she didn’t even really need to go to class, knowing full well that she could go back home and take care of her ‘problem’ quite intimately again.
She got her butt from the door and decided where to go.
Wed Jun 20 09:21:38 2018
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