Orgasms all round!

Amy watches her friend take Freddie's surprisingly large cock hard and deep, as the man with a rather unlikeable face but undenyably in-shape body pummels Becky's pussy for all that it's worth.

"Fuck. Shit. Fuck." Becky is muttering after each jackhammer thrust.

Freddie is focused entirely on the task at hand, and does not speak as he relentlessly pounds the petite brunette into the rug.

"Fuck. Fuck!" Becky is whining. "Fucking hell! I'm gonna... I'm gonna...!"

Amy watches with amazement as Becky's toes curl, her her hands grip tightly on the rug, and she can't help but release some passionate moans, as a powerful orgasm washes over her.

"You bastard! How the hell did you manage to... Oh god, don't stop!"

Wow. Amy has never seen this side of Becky. She's always so calm and controlled and sensible. But right now, she looks like a wanton whore.

Becky seems to be experiencing multiple orgasms, or is at least still in an ungodly amount of pleasure as Freddie somehow picks up the pace even more. And now it's finally his turn to start speaking.

"Yes yes yes yes, take it take it take it take it!" He growls as he buries his length up to the hilt inside her, and empties his balls into the thick blue condom.

"Oh fuck..." Becky groans with a mixture of pleasure and despair as this beast of a man stretches her slit to its limits.

And then, it's all over. Freddie ever so slowly eases himself out of her, inch by inch, her tight pussy lips gripping his length every moment of the way, as if begging him to stay inside. But eventually, with an embarrassing wet splurching sound, he is out.

The condom is very visibly ballooned at the tip.

"Phew. That was certainly a workout. Thank you for being such a good loser, Miss Pond." Freddie says, audibly out of breath.

"Don't mention it." Becky replies dryly. "Seriously, please never mention this again."

"I never make a promise I can't be 100% sure I can keep." Freddie says with an air of humor. "But never fear, for a gentleman does not gossip. Perhaps you should ask Miss Barnes to keep her knowledge of our carnal relations to herself as well."

"HUH?!" Becky shoots up into a sitting position, her mouth and eyes going wide when she sees Amy standing there at the door. "Oh fuck Amy, how much did you see? How much did you hear?! Fucking hell... Freddie, I thought we agreed on PRIVACY!"

"We agreed on the privacy of my bedroom, which, well, has fluctuating levels of privacy depending on who is peeping from the doorway." Freddie says, still sounding amused.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to... I just didn't know where you'd gone, so I came looking, and then I heard sounds, and I wanted to check if you were okay." Amy explains as quickly as she can.

"Well, as you can see your friend is more than okay." Freddie sounds rather happy with himself. "I think those noises she was making speak for themselves, really."

Becky buries her face in her hands and turns bright red. "I can't believe you saw that, Amy."

"Now, then, I must admit that this little escapade has left me rather all partied out. If you wouldn't mind giving me some actual privacy in my own bedroom, I think it's time I bid you both goodnight."

"Oh. Um, first, could I please have that... Condom." Becky asks awkwardly.

"This? Is it important to you?" Freddie asks curiously.

"Um... It's just... You know, a souvenir." Becky lies poorly.

"Ah yes, that famous trend of women collecting used condoms as souvenirs. No, I suspect, rather confidently, that you need this for some sort of scavenger hunt, or could it even possibly be... Contract? Could it even be... A custodian contract?" Freddie sounds more intrigued and excited by the second.

"No way, of course not! Don't be ridiculous!" Becky rushes to deny, which only makes it all the more obvious that Freddie is entirely correct.

"My my my. Well that is useful information. And as the late great Francis Bacon said, knowledge is power. And now I have a little bit of power over you, don't I, Miss Pond. I wonder just how **** you are for this used condom of mine?"

"Of yours? It was my condom! I brought it here! I put it on your cock, for heaven's sake!" Becky protests.

"Indeed you placed a single use item on my cock, in the knowledge that I would use it, and I think you'll agree that most if not all law experts would agree that this constitutes a gift rather than a loan. So... Actually... This is my used condom. Of course, I'd be happy to trade it... For certain promises. Let's say, a repeat session of what we did tonight... Once a month, until you graduate?"

"Burn in hell, scumbag." Becky spits.

Amy watches on helplessly.

"Hmm." Freddie ponders. "Once every three months?"

Becky hesitates. And then... With narrowed eyes... "Once a year. With condoms. Which you will transfer into my ownership once the deed is done."

"Make it twice a year, and you've got a deal." Freddie smirks.

Becky growls. "Fine, twice a year. Deal."

The two shake hands on the deal.

"Well then... Feel free to take what's rightfully yours." Freddie chuckles.

Becky flashes Freddie yet another hateful scowl as he forces her to ease the condom off his slowly softening shaft, rather than doing it for her.

"Right then, as our business is concluded for tonight, I'd appreciate it if you both skedaddled." Freddie prompts them to leave once more.

"Just... One moment." Becky grumbles.

She picks up the lacy briefs that had been discarded near the rug, and carefully ties the used condom's open end around the waistband. She then shimmies these briefs, now with a used condom tightly fastened to one side, back up her legs, being careful not to cover her vagina with the fabric of the underwear. Only then does she fix her dress, and move to leave.

Freddie watches this all with keen fascination.

"You two are very brave, you know that. Foolish, but brave." He says solemnly.

"Let's go, Becky." Amy says quietly, and takes her friends arm, and leads her out of the bedroom, and out of the manor. They tiredly hobble their way back to their dorms, the sounds of the party quickly fading into the night behind them.

They don't say a single word to each other the whole way back.