Pinkshaming (Side Story)

Victoria rubbed her bare breasts seductively as Peter leered at her from the corner. Granted, there wasn't a ton to work with — on account of Victoria only barely qualifying as an A-Cup despite having celebrated her nineteenth six months ago — but she worked with what she had. Consequently, a lot of the action was nipple-based; there was a great deal of teasing, gentle tugging of her 'pinkwells' and cupping of her hands underneath them to create the illusion of heft and weight that wasn't truly there. She eyed Peter warily, and kept seeing his gaze shift over to the other girl in the equation, whose voluptuous Double-D's seemed to be much more his speed.

Daisy fucking Halloran. She knew this had been a bad idea, but once Peter's motor had started well and truly running again after he'd drank up the sight of that mincing, pretentious little twit Meryl Prentiss, Victoria had felt backed into a proverbial corner. She wanted to hold onto her man, at least for a little longer, but she saw the way his eyes wandered, and the frequency with which they wandered, and it put the fear of god into her. So here she was, having discreetly approached Daisy fucking Halloran — all tight jeans, red hair and blue eyes — and inquired about her potential interest in a threesome situation. Now they were in Victoria's bedroom just round the corner from campus, engaging in their 'threesome'. Victoria almost laughed at the idea, in practice it was more of an estranged twosome, with the third (Peter) sitting in a chair a few feet away pulling himself off to the sight of Daisy Halloran peeling her booty out of those painted-on jeans, before she'd unhooked her bra and gone and stole what little thunder Victoria's itty bitties might have otherwise had.

Victoria sighed, ceasing her fondling of her own chest. She slumped into a sitting position on the bed, propping herself up on an elbow and watching as Daisy fucking Halloran started gyrating her hips sensually, not even bothering to touch her own ballistics, so large and self-evident were they she most likely felt no need. Daisy was sure of herself, the sheer size of those things more than enough to secure her place in the sexual hierarchy, despite the puffy, inverted nipples. Daisy was instead doing a little strip-tease, placing her thumbs in the waistband of her Hello Kitty panties (that sight sent a shiver of revulsion through Victoria, what self-respecting college girl wore such immature underwear?), and making the cartoon cat's figure crumple up as she made a show of shimmying them down her legs, rubbing her thighs together performatively and making little noises of faux exertion.

So it was like that, was it? Victoria shook her head slowly, glancing back at Peter, who was stroking himself with a quickness she hadn't seen since he and Victoria had first had sex. That seemed like so long ago, now. The longest and shortest month of her life. Daisy looked up and bit her lip coquettishly at Peter, this seemed to only make his lust grow, and his masturbation efforts intensified further. "Pete...oh, Pe-e-e-te!" Daisy called, stalling her removal of her panties. "I'm having ever so much trouble getting these off, would you help get me off—I mean, help me get them off." She looked down in a convincing facsimile of bashfulness at her 'mistake'. Victoria clenched her fist, looking between Peter and Daisy fucking Halloran. Peter nodded quickly, then stood, not even bothering to put away his cock, causing it to jut out before him as he stepped forward. Victoria could see the immediate future in her mind's eye — Peter putting his hands on Daisy's hips, sliding those undies down to her ankles, then proceeding to ravish her while Victoria was left out in the cold. If Daisy's little gambit was allowed to go ahead, Victoria would end up in that chair in the corner before long.

Deciding to head that dark future off before it ever came to pass, Victoria did the only thing she could do. Knowing Peter's desire for her was presently at a low ebb at best, she went for the only other power play she could make. Victoria got up from the bed and stepped between Peter and Daisy, his cock visibly drooping in response to his girlfriend's half-naked form entering his field of vision. Victoria gave Peter a withering look, then turned to Daisy and finished the job she'd started, placing her thumbs in-between the waistband of her panties and her bare skin, then unceremoniously flinging them down to Daisy's ankles. Daisy suddenly looked very awkward, clearly not having anticipated Victoria's intervention. Her gyrating came to an abrupt stop and she stared past Victoria's shoulder, as if pleading for help from Peter.

Victoria casually stuck a finger into Daisy's cunt, and Daisy visibly recoiled, her face erupting into a look of shock. "Jesus, Vicky! What the fu—" Victoria twisted the finger inside her, and Daisy fucking Halloran shuddered. "Ohhh...oh fuck, what did I do? What did I do?!"

"You made my boyfriend hard," Victoria smirked. "Nobody makes my boyfriend hard but me."

Daisy was indignant. "But you don't even make him hard! We both saw the way he was looking at me! Hell, even the way his dick—" She was cut off again as Victoria pushed the finger up further, and Daisy whined loudly at the sensation, trying to get away. Grabbing a fistful of her hair, Victoria held her in place, then nodded to the bed. Daisy nodded shakily as Victoria let her hair go and removed her finger from her pussy, then she climbed onto the bed.

"On all fours, facing that wall there."

"What are you gonna do, babe?" Peter whispered, and Victoria laughed mirthlessly. "Just watch, I'll show the spoiled cunt what trying to steal someone's boyfriend gets her."

She went over to the little bureau by the bedside, then opened up a drawer in it, her eyes lighting up as she beheld what lay within. "Knew you were a good idea," she said to herself, before reaching in and withdrawing the one and only object held within the drawer: a big, purple dildo, rubbery and flopping slightly as she raised it up and held it before her. Peter was watching intently, unsure of exactly what would happen next, but sensing it would be a sight worth seeing. Victoria turned back to Daisy, who was now facing the wall on the other side of the bed, her pussy presented to Peter and Victoria on their side of the bed. Victoria gave him one last look, then stepped directly behind Daisy fucking Halloran, dildo in-hand. Daisy looked over her shoulder, fear in her eyes. "W—what are you going to do with that? Pinkwell?"

Victoria didn't respond, she instead placed her free hand on Daisy's rump and moved the dildo forward with the other, stopping when the tip of it was lightly touching Daisy's labia. "I would apologise for this, but I won't, because I fucking hate you," she explained. Without any further delay, she rammed the dildo into Daisy's vagina. Daisy yelped, hands suddenly scrabbling behind her to try and remove it, but Victoria slapped them away and warned her, "Stop, or I take it out and then it goes up your arse." The fight went out of Daisy straight away with that threat, and her hands fell limply to her side as Victoria continued plunging the dildo into the redhead's depths. Peter stood behind his girlfriend, cock rock-hard once more, hand running up and down it with expert technique.

Finally, Victoria thought, all was right with the world. Well, not all — there was still the matter of Meryl Prentiss and her new exhibitionist streak. That was for later though, this — she pulled the dildo back a bit, then pounded it back into place inside Daisy — was for now.