Junior girl tricked and fuck by seniors

My name is Tom. I am a college student, and today was our annual trip. We all waited near the college gate for the bus. It was exciting—three days away from classes, with friends and new places to see. The girls got seated in the front half of the bus. They chatted and laughed, taking the window seats. The boys, including me, sat at the back. We were louder, joking around and pushing each other. But the bus did not move. We wondered why. The driver said he was waiting for one more girl. After a few minutes, she came running. Her name was Chrissy, our new junior. She had just joined the college a week ago. She looked nervous, carrying a small bag. No one knew her well, so she had no friends yet.

The front seats were full, so she had to sit at the back with us boys. We all stared at her. Chrissy had a perfect figure—the best in the class. She was about 5 feet 4 inches tall, slim but curvy. Her breasts were full and round, pushing against her tight shirt. Her waist was narrow, and her hips flared out into a firm ass that swayed when she walked. Long black hair, big eyes, and soft lips made her look innocent. Every boy in college had an attraction towards her. She was like a dream. Sometimes, a few seniors would touch or grab her butt in the hallways. She would just blush and ignore them, too shy to say anything.

Chrissy sat next to the window, squeezing her bag on her lap. She smiled weakly at us but kept quiet. The bus started moving. The road was bumpy, and the engine hummed loud. An hour went by. The girls up front were singing songs, but we boys got bored. We gathered in a big circle at the back, blocking the view from the front. 'Let's play truth or dare,' Sam said. Sam was a senior, tall and confident. He always led these games. We agreed. Rounds went fast—truths about crushes, dares to sing silly songs. Everyone laughed.

After a few rounds, Chrissy looked over. She seemed lonely. 'Can I play with you guys?' she asked softly. We let her join. At first, she was shy, choosing truth every time. But after every round, she started to get more comfortable. She smiled more, even giggled at our jokes. The circle included her now. Soon, it was her turn. 'Truth or dare?' Sam asked with a grin. 'Dare,' she said, trying to be brave.

Sam's eyes lit up. 'Let me finger you for 30 seconds.' The boys hooted and clapped. Chrissy was shocked. Her face turned red. 'No! I can't do that,' she said, shaking her head. But all the guys kept repeating, 'Come on, it's just a game! Don't be a spoilsport.' She was really shy and had no friends to back her up. Under the pressure, she nodded slowly. 'Okay... but only 30 seconds.'

Sam and Chrissy moved to the last corner seats. The bus seats were paired, with space behind. He sat close to her. She looked down, blushing hard. Sam slowly moved his hand between her legs. Chrissy was wearing a short skirt and a button-up shirt. She hesitated, then slowly opened her legs to let his hand in. He slid his fingers up her thigh, smooth skin under his touch. Then, he reached her panties. He pushed the fabric aside and felt her pussy. It was shaved smooth, no hair at all. His fingers rubbed over her pussy lips gently. In a few seconds, she got wet. Her juices made it sticky. Sam understood she liked it, even if she was shy.

He slid two fingers inside her tight hole. A soft moan escaped her mouth—'Mmm...' She bit her lip. Sam increased his speed, pumping fingers in and out. Her pussy clenched around them. She started moaning louder and longer, 'Ah... ahh...' Her hips twitched. The boys watched, dicks getting hard in their pants. Chrissy glanced at her watch. 'It's been 30 seconds, Sam. Please stop now,' she whispered.

Sam smirked. 'No, it's just about to start.' She looked confused, trying to pull his hand away. Just then, Will came over. Will was another senior, rough and aggressive. He grabbed her boob over her shirt and started massaging it hard. His big hand squeezed the soft flesh. Chrissy said in a faint voice, 'Please stop, don't do this.' Will laughed. 'Shut up, bitch.' She squirmed, but Sam held her legs open. 'Don't even think of screaming,' Sam said. 'If you scream, we will release this video on the internet. And I bet your parents will love it.' He showed her a small spy pen camera. He had recorded the whole fingering from the start. Chrissy started to cry. Tears rolled down her cheeks. 'Please don't do this. I swear I will do anything you want, but don't release it.'

Then Roman joined. He was sly, always planning things. 'You will do whatever we want, or else you will become very famous online.' Mark nodded. 'You've made us so hungry since you joined. You have to please us... all of us.' Chrissy sobbed. 'How?' Will whispered in her ear, 'You're gonna fuck all of us, you bitch!' She cried harder. 'Please no!' Den stepped up. 'It's this or the whole world sees what kind of whore you are.' She broke. 'No, please... I'll do it. I'll do whatever you want. Just don't put this on the internet.' Bill, the last one, said, 'You have a really simple task. All you have to do is don't scream when we fuck you and do what we tell you to.'

The guys picked her up like a toy and laid her on the chairs. They pushed two seats together to make a flat space. Then, the boys pulled the curtains on the windows and over the aisle. No one from the front could see. The bus driver didn't notice; he was focused on the road. Two boys stood on either side of Chrissy—Will and Roman. Ron stood over her head, and Sam in front of her legs. I , watched from the side with the other boys. We had covered everything so no one could peek. My heart raced. I felt bad for her but couldn't look away. Her fear turned me on too.

Will said, 'Let's now unwrap our gift and see the mystery that kept us awake.' Sam added, 'And I'll continue what I was doing.' Will and Roman started to unbutton her shirt slowly. Buttons popped one by one, revealing her smooth stomach. Sam pulled down her skirt, sliding it off her legs. Chrissy lay there in just her bra and panties, looking in a state of fear and lust. Her body betrayed her—she was aroused, nipples hard under the fabric, a wet spot growing on her panties. All the boys stared, gulping hard. Sam said, 'I guess you want me to do it.' He rubbed her wet little cunt over the soaking panties. Every rub made her moan softly—'Ahh... mmm...' It got a lot more wet, juices seeping through.

Will wiggled her purple bra up and off. We all got bulges in our pants the moment he revealed her perky brown tits. They were amazing—curvy boobs with hard nipples, sitting high on her chest. Her little navel looked cute below. She bit her lips and moaned as Will and Roman nibbled and sucked her nipples. Their mouths pulled on the sensitive buds, tongues swirling. 'Oh... please...' she whispered, but her back arched.

Sam raised her legs and slid down her soaked panties. Her tight curved butt came into view, and that wet little shaved pussy glistened. He spread her legs wide and pulled her pussy towards his face. Slowly, he pulled apart her pink pussy lips. Juices dripped out. He put his tongue inside her and started drinking her juices. 'Mmm, so sweet,' he mumbled. She moaned more and more as he wiggled his tongue deep in her pussy, eating her out like a feast. His lips sucked her clit, making her hips buck.

Soon, other seniors couldn't resist. Ron pulled out his dick—thick and hard—and took her hand, wrapping her fingers around it. He made her stroke it up and down. Another boy, Mike, shoved his dick towards her mouth. 'Open up,' he ordered. She hesitated, but Roman pinched her nipple hard. She parted her lips, and he pushed in. He mouth-fucked her, thrusting slow at first, then deeper. Saliva dripped from her chin. More boys rubbed their dicks on her thighs, stomach, and tits. They smeared pre-cum on her skin.

Sam felt like there was still a hole empty. He pushed her up a bit and got below her. He pulled out his monster dick—long and veiny. Her ass was already lubricated from juices flowing from her pussy. He aimed at her tight little asshole and slowly stuffed it in. The head popped past the ring. Chrissy gave a little scream—'Ahh! It hurts!' She was in a state of pain and pleasure. Tears flowed, but her pussy twitched. Sam thrust deeper, filling her ass. 'Tight as fuck,' he groaned. He started pumping, hands on her hips.

Will couldn't wait. He climbed on and pushed his dick into her pussy. Double penetration—ass and pussy filled at once. Chrissy moaned loud, muffled by the dick in her mouth. 'Mmmph... ahh...' Her body rocked between them. Roman and Mark took turns with her hands, jerking off using her soft palms. Ron face-fucked her harder, balls slapping her chin. I watched, my own dick hard. She was our toy now, tricked into this with the video threat.

The bus bounced on the road, adding to the rhythm. Her moans turned to whimpers of pleasure. Juices squirted from her pussy as Will pounded. Sam slapped her ass, leaving red marks. 'Take it, slut,' he said. After minutes, Will came first—hot cum shooting deep in her pussy. He pulled out, cum leaking. Roman took his place, slamming in. 'My turn.' He fucked her fast, her tits bouncing. Chrissy came too—her body shook, pussy clenching. 'Oh god... ahhh!'

Sam exploded in her ass, filling it with his load. He slid out, cum dripping down her crack. Mike took her mouth deeper, cumming down her throat. She gagged but swallowed. The boys rotated. Den fucked her pussy next, rough thrusts. Varun used her ass. They all took turns—mouth, pussy, ass, hands. Cum covered her body: on tits, face, stomach. She was a mess, crying but moaning. The fingering video kept her silent—no screams to alert the front.

Hours passed. The bus stopped for a break, but they made her clean up quick in the back. Wipes and water. She dressed shaky, skirt stained. Back on the road, they let her rest a bit, but touches continued—fingers in panties, quick sucks. I felt guilty but excited. Chrissy sat curled, eyes red.

Finally, we reached the hotel. It was evening. A big place with rooms for groups. The trip was three days—sightseeing, games, parties. But for Chrissy, it was hell. We checked in. Girls in one wing, boys in another. But the seniors had a plan. They bribed the receptionist to give Chrissy a room key near ours. 'Your room is with us,' Sam told her. She begged, 'Please, let me stay with girls.' But the video threat worked again. 'One word, and it's online.'

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