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Fraternity

By: Manny2314



There are two large universities in the Oakland section of Pittsburgh. Shawn was a Senior at one of them. His sister, Sue, was a first year at one of the two small, mostly women's colleges also located there. Though they lived in Pittsburgh, they spent little time at home. Both had wanted to get the full college experience, including living in the dorms. Of course, they also liked the idea of getting out from under their parents' watchful eyes. 

Shawn was also a member of a fraternity. This added a great deal to his party life. If living in a dorm had gotten him free of his parents' rules, pledging a frat had gotten him free of dorm rules. It also had gotten him a lot more alcohol and girls!

The women at the mostly female colleges depended on the nearby universities for their sources of men and parties. Being the good big brother, Shawn invited Sue over for many of the fraternity functions. 

"Bring along your friends, too," he had told her. "Especially the hot ones!" he added, smiling. He not only was a good brother to his sister, he was a good brother to his fraternity. It was a real win/win situation for him.

His fraternity was not the most upstanding one on campus. Especially when it came to parties. They usually involved more drinking, drugs, and sex than the average frat. Often they were close to losing privileges with the university, but so far had managed not to. Shawn didn't mind involving his little sister in this, however. She had done a lot of all that in high school as well. She did not think of herself as a slut, but yes, she was a bit promiscuous. So was he. As long as she was willing, he was happy to let her.

The very first party he had invited her to, however, had nearly ended badly. Sue had arrived with a few of her friends when the party was underway. They were welcomed and noticed, as all hot girls are at a frat house. Sue was the hottest of her group. She was a tall, leggy blonde with a great figure and large breasts, which she enjoyed showing off. She loved watching guys fall all over themselves when she wore an outfit showing a lot of cleavage. She felt so powerful because of them. She never used the phrase, "My eyes are up here." She liked guys staring at them.

When the girls arrived many of the guys flocked to them, as they did to all of the good-looking girls. They were quickly offered drinks, and spent most of their time being passed around to different dancing partners. Sue got separated form her friends, seeing them only occasionally, but that was fine. She was there to meet guys, and meet them she did. Shawn tried to keep an eye on her throughout the evening, as a big brother should, but as the night wore on he lost track of her.

As a Senior, Shawn was expected to keep the members and guests in line. As he was checking the second floor hall around midnight, he saw a gathering of guys outside one of the rooms. Checking on them, he saw that there was a couple in bed in the room having sex, and the other guys seemed to be waiting in line for their turn at the girl. This didn't seem to be a good idea. But when he checked on the couple in bed he was shocked to find out that it was Sue.

He wasn't sure what to do. He stood near the front of the line of horny guys and said, "Did you guys know that is my sister?"

He didn't look happy when he said it, and the guys looked shocked. None of them was about to challenge him. He was a senior, as well as tall and well-muscled. They mumbled into the floor and broke the line, disappearing quickly. The couple in bed, though, were too enthralled with each other to notice. Shawn wanted to leave, but he also wanted to speak to his sister, since he did think this behavior crossed the line. Or did she even know that a line of guys were waiting to use her body?

As he quickly debated with himself, he found himself staring at the couple. Shawn couldn't tell who the guy was, as he only saw his ass pumping up and down. As he watched he could see his dick as it pounded in and pulled out of Sue's pussy. She was obviously enjoying herself, voicing her excitement with loud moans. Her legs wrapped around him, pulling him harder into her,

"Yes, yes," Sue yelled. She sounded close to her orgasm. He was grunting with the force of each thrust, and she grunted receiving his body pounding into her. Shawn suddenly realized that he was standing there watching his sister fuck, and told his feet to move. They wouldn't. He couldn't seem to pull himself away as the couple approached their climax.

Sue started calling out, "Oh, oh, yes, there, harder, yes, there," and then, "OH, YEEESSSS!" she screamed as she hit her orgasm. As her legs pulled him in deep so that he couldn't pull out, her pussy was clenching tightly on his cock, causing him to lose control. He started shooting his cum as he was held deep in her pussy. After a few spurts he collapsed onto her, then off to the side. When he saw Shawn he was startled and quickly covered himself up, but he was not embarassed. He smiled at Shawn triumphantly. Sue then looked up and said, "Shawn! What are you doing?" as she raised her knee to cover her pussy and laid an arm loosely across her chest.

The guy, a sophomore named Brad, said, "Man, why are you..."

Shawn interrupted him. "Do you know she is my sister?"

Brad stared at him for a long moment, then took a quick glance at Sue and scrambled out of the bed and the room, forgetting to even take his clothes. 

"What are you doing?" she repeated, but this time she sounded pissed.

"Me? What the hell are you doing? Fucking every guy in the house?" Yeah, he was a little pissed, too.

"What are you talking about? I just made it with Brad and then saw you watching. Did you like it?" 

He ignored the question. "Is Brad the only one you screwed?"

Sue was confused and still pissed at him. "What the fuck? Yes, of course he was. What do you think?"

He answered that one. "I think I saw a line of guys right here waiting their turn to fuck you." 

They stared at each other, saying nothing while what Shawn said sunk in.

Finally, quietly, she said, "What?"

He just stared at her and nodded.

She was trying to make sense of it. "Really? Other guys were waiting?"

"Yes," he said. "About six of them."

"Shit," she said, to herself more than to him.

"So you didn't know?"

"Of course not. Why would I do that?" She looked at him in disbelief. "Shit, why would they do that?"

"They must have thought you were willing."

"No!" she answered quickly. "I didn't say anything ..." She was searching her memory. "I flirted with a lot of guys, but not like that."

She didn't seem to be drunk. Buzzed, sure, but even that seemed to have cleared away with this turn of events.

"Don't worry then," he said. "No harm."

She was still dazed. "I guess I should thank you then. I'm glad you were here."

"Well," he said. "I don't think they would have raped you, so if you weren't willing you'd have been okay." As they calmed down he had started to notice her breasts, which she had covered only a little. She wasn't shy, with him or anyone. She knew her breasts were terrific. Large, pear-shaped, hanging high on her chest, mostly jutting out and coming to a point as her large nipples pointed upwards. "But you do have a great body."

With that comment she seemed to remember that she was still naked, and pulled the pillow from behind her to cover her tits. She then scrambled to find her clothes and started dressing. She didn't really seem embarrassed as he watched her dress. He couldn't help but stare. Her body was even more gorgeous than her face. He had seen her at home on many occasions in her underwear, and had gotten glimpses of her naked breasts and even her pussy, She liked attention and was a bit of an exhibitionist, but he never got to enjoy her body like he was tonight. 

They walked downstairs when she was ready and found her friends, and he ushered them to the door since the party was breaking up anyway.

"Are you sure you're okay?" he asked.

"I had a REALLY good time," she smiled. As she leaned in to give him a hug, she added. "Thanks for making sure it stayed that way."

The next time she was over to the frat house was just for a visit, not a party. One of the reasons Shawn wanted her to come by was to make sure everyone knew she was his sister. Not to make them stay away from her, but to make sure she got some respect from them. 

She looked great as usual. Her long blonde hair hung down across one shoulder, the end seeming to curl around her breast. It didn't block the view of her cleavage that her low cut top showed off. Even though Shawn kept mentioning that she was his sister, a lot of guys couldn't keep their hands off her. Some gave her a hug, some put their arms around her slim waist, even letting their hand slide over her round ass. She loved the attention, and as he said, as long as she didn't mind...

As she conversed with a guy named Steve, they found out that they were taking the same class, though at their different schools. They started talking about how the classes compared, separating themselves from the other horny guys. Eventually they ended up off by themselves with his book and notes. The class wasn't the only thing on their minds, however. 

As they talked, sitting close, they each had a hand on the other's leg. It seemed to be a contest as they took turns letting their hands move further up. Steve was enjoying her bare leg under her skirt, but she reached home first, her hand bumping into Steve's cock in his pant leg. He moaned, and Sue looked up at him and smiled. She then moved her hand onto the shaft, which was by now nearly fully erect. As she squeezed it, Steve moved his hand into Sue's crotch, a finger pushing directly along her her slit. Her smile faded for a moment as she moaned with the excitement of his touch. 

His finger kept pressing into her slit with only the silky panty protecting her pussy. Sue was suddenly more excited than she expected to be, and her panties were getting wet. Sue stroked up and down on the erection, and when her fingers found his fly she pulled it down without much trouble and reached inside. Leaning her head on Steve's shoulder, she could reach easier into his pants and grab his dick. His boxers were still between them, but they offered little resistance.

They were each being driven crazy by one hand and forgot that they were in a semi-public space. Sue started moving her hips slightly into the finger pleasuring her, and she in turn continued stroking the dick in her hand. It didn't take long before Steve was nearing the brink, and he had to work not to make noise, not wanting to draw the attention from his brothers. He strained and then creamed his pants. making a mess that only the two of them knew about.

When he was done cumming, he returned his attention to Sue, who was still quite turned on. Steve's fingers found the edge of her panties and slipped them aside, then pushed his fingers between her bare, soaking wet labia. As soon as he slipped a finger inside her, she pushed her hips forward onto it. She writhed on it as he moved it around, and it wasn't long before she burst forth with her own orgasm, biting her lip to control her moans. They both were now wearing cum filled underwear, but neither seemed to care.

The second party Sue attended was the most special of the year. It was the traditional Toga! Toga! Toga!, held every year since about the time the movie Animal House had come out. This party, like many, was by invitation only, mostly because the rules stated that nothing could be worn underneath the togas. And with that rule, more sex than usual took place on that party night.

All eyes turned to Sue as she entered the house. She wore her long hair pulled up, so that her toga could better show off her cleavage. One side of the toga just barely covered her nipple, and the shape of both breasts and nipples were easily seen through the thin material. It was also one of the shortest togas. Each guy who saw her couldn't wait until she bent over to pick something up, as she was sure to show off everything underneath.

Shawn was one of the first to greet her at the door, but the real reason he did was Sue's friend Gail. Gail had gotten his interest before, and he had made some time with her at the first party before he got involved breaking up Sue's "gang bang." Though he had called her a few times, they hadn't gone out on a date. Shawn hoped to make up for that tonight.

Shawn whisked Gail away and monopolized her time while most of the others talked and danced with the group. Gail was very attracted to Shawn, and had pumped Sue for information, especially after each phone call. He was quite a hunk. Dark brown, wavy hair sitting on a 6 foot 2 inch body. Shawn had a firm, square jaw and penetrating eyes that girls seemed to swoon over. And many years of lifting weights had given him a firm, big chest and biceps that were always noticed. Gail was anxious to get her hands on that body.

They got a drink - a strong drink - and danced a little. They danced to all of the slower songs, as Gail could caress his biceps and even his chest as they danced. She also noticed another muscle that began to be pressing into her thigh. She knew what that was, and pressed back to apply more pressure. When a faster song came on they ignored it, deciding to stand there in a corner of the room and rub against each other instead. 

Shawn reached down to his throbbing erection and pressed it between her legs, rubbing it along her slit. Already wet, Gail thought the feeling was heavenly. She squeezed her thighs together to exert more pressure on her thighs and on Shawn's cock. There was still too much cloth between them to really get the best sensations, but Shawn's hand had worked its way up her thigh underneath her toga. He reached high up and slid his hand to the center, sliding through her pussy hair and finding the top of Gail's slit. She moaned loudly, but the music covered the noise.

His other hand quickly reached under his own toga, lifting it above his erection and pushing his cock skin to skin with Gail's pussy. He felt the wetness on his cock as he slid it between her legs, letting it slide back and forth along her nether lips. Their togas hanging down hid their activities from the other people. 

As they moved their genitals slowly together, on one trip Shawn's knob met some resistance. As he realized that it had pushed up at the opening to Gail's vagina, his eyes got big and he looked at her. Her eyes were already wide, staring back at him. They paused momentarily, then Gail raised herself up on her toes and rotated her hips, allowing Shawn's dick to push more firmly at her hole. Shawn caught on quickly, realizing she was willing, and bent his legs, giving his dick a better angle. He then raised up slowly, pushing his cock into her tunnel. It was not an easy thing to do, but it felt so good.

Shawn pulled back to let his cock slide back, then lowered himself again and pushed up and into Gail again. He was only getting in a couple of inches, but they were both ecstatic with the feelings. He placed his hands beneath Gail's ass and lifted her up, still on the floor but higher than she could comfortably do on her own. He was able to get only a few more thrusts into her until the angle and the situation caused him to cum abruptly. He shot his load in her pussy, apologizing almost immediately for cumming so soon.

"That's okay," Gail said. "That was so hot! I want to cum, too. Is there a room?"

His cock twitched again as he heard this, and quickly nodded his head. They pulled away from each other and he started leading her toward a hallway. He took a step or two before realizing that his toga had caught on his semi-erect penis leaving him a bit exposed. He grabbed at the material so that it dropped down, and looked around to see if he had been noticed. It was just impossible to tell.

When they reached the room and stepped inside, Shawn quickly shut the door and they fell into each other's arms. Gail reached for and grabbed his penis, while he slid the toga off her shoulders, dropping it to her waist. She pulled it off her waist and dropped it to the floor. She stood still, letting Shawn gaze at her naked splendor. Her breasts were not large, but perfectly shaped. Her hips flared out, framing a triangle of thick hair. His cock twitched as he looked, causing her to smile. 

She reached over and slid his toga off, seeing the strong chest and flat stomach that she had been tracing her fingers over earlier. His cock had never softened completely, but was not hard, just hanging gently away from his body. She reached out for it and dropped to her knees. She licked the head as she held the base of it tightly, then wrapped her lips around his knob. Her tongue flicked rapidly over the tip before she sank her mouth down engulfing most of the shaft. She started sucking strongly on each upward motion, and before long his prick was once again at full strength.

He pulled her off his dick and took her over to the bed. He fell on top of her and quickly aligned his penis with her cunt hole and shoved it in. He was so excited that he went most of the way in on his first thrust, causing moans from both of them. He pulled out and shoved in balls deep on the next thrust, then pounded into her over and over. Gail was just as excited. Her knees were bent and spread wide as she pushed her cunt up at him to get deeper penetration on each thrust. She couldn't last long as she screamed into her orgasm. 

Shawn didn't stop, pumping into her right through her orgasm, causing it to continue longer than she ever had. She started feeling very uncomfortable and got him to roll off her. She took his cock in her hands as soon as he was on his back. Both hands wrapped around it, each rotating a different way. As she continued this near torture she bent over and licked his knob. Her top hand slipped up and over the head several times, then reached down to grab his balls. She pulled on them sending more shivers through Shawn. Finally she slid a finger on down toward his ass and circled around his asshole. He groaned at the new feeling, and then she shoved a finger into his hole. He moaned loudly and felt a familiar stirring deep inside. When she wiggled it more, he reacted by shooting a wad of cum high into the air. He spurted a couple more times, and continued spasming even after he had run out of cum. 

Sue had been busy as well while Shawn was nailing Gail. Sue had been dancing, and each slow dance had caused an erection from her partner. One of her partners, Gary, had been flirting and laughing, and they lost their balance. Or at least he pretended to, They ended up falling onto an overstuffed chair, and as Sue bounced on his lap he cried out in pain.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Was that me?" Sue asked, actually concerned she had hurt him. 

Gary smiled as he held his crotch. "It's okay. You just bounced on my, uh, erection."

They laughed again, and she sat on his knees and gave him a peck on the lips. "I'm so sorry. I hope I didn't cause any permanent harm." She smiled a very flirty smile.

"No, I'm fine."

"Well, maybe we should make sure," she said, sliding her hand up his leg under his toga. She didn't stop until she felt his erection and wrapped her hand around it. 

"It feels okay," she said. "Strong, and hard, and nice and big."

Gary was ecstatic. "God, yes, it feels great."

She pumped his cock quickly for a minute, then turned her back to him and pulled her toga up from under her. Then she slid back on his lap, guiding his cock to her pussy. She settled herself down on it and let it push into her from behind as she sat on it. She sat impaled on his cock in the same room with a dozen people, but no one could tell. She moved her hips slowly, letting his cock rub the inside of her cunt. She squeezed the walls of her vagina, causing his cock to throb inside her. It didn't take much more before he groaned aloud, spurting his cum deep inside her and making a few nearby people wonder why he was moaning and sweating. 


Fraternity Ch. 02



That afternoon Shawn and Sue headed off for home. Since their parents left town on an overnight trip, someone had to feed, water, and walk the dog. Their home wasn't too far away so it was an easy trip. They didn't both need to go, but it was good to get away from college occasionally as well.

While playing with their dog, Shawn brought up that morning's incident.

"That was some party, wasn't it?"

"It was a blast!" Sue responded. "I can't believe all that happened."

"Yeah, like you grabbing my balls"

"That's not what I meant. But what was wrong with that?" 

"Well you're my sister, for one."

"So?" she said. "What are you afraid of, incest?"

His eyes widened. "Well, yes, I guess so."

She looked at him and sighed, like trying to explain something to a 4 year old. "Incest is about marriage and kids. That's all. Not just a little fun. Besides, I'm not ready to have your children yet." She smiled and poked him in the ribs as she liked to do.

"Really?" he said. "I don't know. It seems kind of strange."

"Just because we haven't done anything like that before. We've lived together for years and nothing ever happened. Damn it!"

Shawn looked up, surprised. "What do you mean damn it?" 

"Just think of all the sex we could have been having." As she said this she moved close to him, taking his upper arm.

"Sue!"

"What?" 

"I... I'm confused." Shawn was having trouble forming his thoughts. "What would people think?"

"I never worried about that!" she said. "Look, Gail didn't think it was bad, did she?"

"Well, no."

"It's just your hang-up. Besides, who will know?" Sue's fingers were making circles on his hard chest and flat, firm stomach, turning Shawn on. Sue was turned on as well. What a hunk her brother was!

"What did you want to do?" He was weakening.

"Sweetie, there's not much I don't do." She smiled at him provocatively. "And I'd love to do it with you."

He was speechless now, thinking of having sex with Sue. He was sure that's what she meant. It was very tempting. She was just about the sexiest girl he knew. Tall, leggy, thin, with a great figure and ass. He had not been able to get the image of her breasts out of his head. So large, yet firmly shaped. His favorite parts were her long, hard nipples that pointed up at the ends of her tits. Of course with those thoughts his penis just had to get stiff.

And Sue noticed. She smiled at him and let her hand drop from his stomach to his groin. Her fingers traced down the hardened shaft, then her palm traced back up. Shawn moaned in pleasure.

Sue giggled and asked. "Are you feeling better about this now?"

"I am feeling really good!" he said, nearly shouting.

"Okay then. That's my big man. Now let's get this big man out of his pants." She undid his pants and let them drop. He helped, anxious to get going since he had decided to do it. Actually he didn't remember when he had decided to, but evidently he had.

Sue pulled his boxers down, exposing his long, thick penis, and kneeled on the floor in front of him.

"That's what I want," she said. She wrapped her hand around his dick, stroking it lovingly. She took two fingers and slid them over his smooth, circumcised cock head several times. Shawn shivered at her touch.

"I have a confession," she said.

"What's that?"

She started jacking his dick up and down before she answered. "I love cock."

"Yeah?" He didn't think that sounded unusual. He loved pussy. Normal, right?

"No," she said. "I mean I really love cock. Not just interested or like it like my friends do. I crave the feel of a cock - in my hand, in my mouth, in my pussy. I feel so empty if I don't get a hard cock. And often"

"Well, put that hard cock in your mouth," Shawn ordered.

Sue smiled up at him. "Absolutely!"

She pulled his cock over to her mouth. Her tongue stuck out and licked around the head, to Shawn's moans. Then her lips parted and covered the head, her tongue again active in her mouth, flicking rapidly across the tip. Then she started sucking on the shaft as more and more of it slid into her mouth.

Shawn was moaning loudly as his cock disappeared into Sue's mouth. She could feel changes in his dick, changes that meant he would be cumming soon. She knew he needed to cum, so that he would last longer next time. She was hoping it would be a long night. 

Shawn felt the cum boiling deep inside. He knew the first time would come quickly. But then he should be able to last a lot longer next time. He hoped he could do more than just one more. Now that he was convinced it was okay, he wanted to explore every inch of her body. He, too, hoped it was going to be a long night.

His cock swelled as the cum started on its way. There was no stopping it now. He moaned and shoved his hips forward so that his cock went deep into her mouth. His cum shot down her throat. She swallowed quickly, having had a good bit of practice.

Sue kept him in her mouth and licked the cum off his cock while the spasms ended, then it gradually shrank. When it was pretty soft she finally pulled her mouth back and off. Shawn fell back onto the couch.

"Oh, shit, oh, shit, oh, shit," he said. "My God, you are good!"

"You don't mind that I'm your sister?" 

"Fuck, no," he answered. "But there is another problem."

Sue got serious. What could be his problem now? She looked up at him questioningly.

He looked at her and said, "You still have your clothes on."

They looked at each other for a moment, smiled, and then Shawn lunged at her. They rolled around on the floor, laughing as their clothes came off. When they were both naked they stopped. Shawn looked at Sue's body, from her long blonde hair, over her pretty face, now with a little cum smeared on it, over her luscious breasts and hairy mound, and down her long, long, very shapely legs.

He lowered his head to her pussy and licked her slit, parting the labia and sliding inside. He found her surprisingly wet. He spread her lips with his fingers and sunk his tongue deeper, wiggling it from side to side, then moving up to find her clit. He stuck his tongue under her hood and flicked her clit. Sue was moaning, thrashing her head from side to side, and then he stopped.

"So you like cock, do you?

"YES!" she cried out, upset that he stopped.

"So you don't like this? Want me to stop?"

"NO! KEEP GOING! SUCK MY PUSSY!"

He smiled to himself and then dove back down, licking the juices out of her cunt. He kept eating her pussy like a pro until she was climbing the walls in excitement, ready to cum. Then he stopped.

"FUCK!"" she said. "What's wrong?"

He didn't answer, and she didn't need him to. He climbed up her body and positioned his engorged dick at her pussy. Finding her hole with his dick, he shoved it in roughly. Sue shrieked with excitement and relief. She raised her hips up to meet each of his thrusts. She wasn't thinking, just reacting to her animal lusts. He pounded into her pussy and she pounded back as good as she could. She felt her orgasm coming but pumped her hips right through it, screaming through her orgasm. Shawn kept driving into her, and she kept pumping up to meet him. Her orgasm didn't really stop. It let up in intensity but then started back up again. Sue's screaming filled the room once again, and this time when her cumming stopped, she slowed down, exhausted.

Shawn reacted to her hips stopping, his exhausted sister wrung out like a dishrag. But he was a long way from done. At least a long way from being able to stop. Shawn placed his hands on her hips and flipped her over. It was easy with his large biceps as well as his build up of passion. She was flung like a rag doll and laid on her stomach, arms and legs splayed out, not caring what was happening. Then she felt his erection stab into her pussy and drive into her cunt from behind.

She still didn't move, but she did feel the excitement build quickly in her depths. Shawn pulled her hips up into the air for a better angle, and drove balls deep into her. Sue expelled all the air in her lungs as his cock drove hard into her, ravaging her cunt. He was turned on perhaps as much as he had ever been, and was pretty nearly out of control. Instead of feeling that fucking his sister was wrong, it somehow now made it hotter. Much hotter!

Sue was still limp, but feeling the cock driving so forcefully into her had her pussy excited again. No, not again. Still. She never did get a chance to truly come down on the inside of her body, her pussy spasming through it all. She slid her arms up under her and pushed her body back, lifting her ass further up into the air. 

"Oh my God," thought Shawn as her ass raised up. It was such a beautifully shaped ass, and caused him to drive even harder into her pussy. He drove harder and at a better angle, so that his cock pushed further and faster than ever. They both cried out at the further intrusion. Shawn couldn't last much longer, and he drove mindlessly as hard as he could, with Sue's hips once again starting to push her hips back to meet his plunges. 

His balls started to hurt from being thrown back and forth so hard, but that was forgotten as Sue felt her pussy start squeezing the intruding cock involuntarily as she came once again. It was so hard that she actually felt a little pain from her muscles straining, but there was nothing she could do but cum. Fortunately her pussy muscles gripping Shawn's cock drove him over the edge, and his cum shot out, much to his relief. They both pushed their genitals against each other, slowing down, finally stopping. Sue dropped back to the floor, this time even more drained. Shawn followed her down, his cock staying inside. He fell on top of her, trying to keep most of his weight off her with one arm, but he was too worn out and fell off to the floor.

They lay side by side for several minutes before Shawn's fingers could crawl over and hold her hand. It was several more minutes before any other movement was possible. Each of them attempted to speak a couple times, but only moaned as they couldn't even form words. Finally Shawn managed to speak. Slowly.

"Fuck. That was fantastic."

"Geez. I was literally fucked senseless," she said. About two minutes later she managed to say, "I couldn't stop cumming!"

That made Shawn smile. Then they both fell asleep for about two hours, hand in hand. When they awoke they were sore but able to move. They cuddled with each other and fell asleep again for another hour. Sue woke up and found Shawn gone. He came back in the room with two glasses of ice water, handing her one.

"Thanks," she said, sitting up. "You really are sweet. I really need this."

"You wore me out," he said.

"Ha! What about me?"

"You," Shawn said, drawing his words out dramatically, "are the most beautiful woman I know."

The words struck Sue. Of course she knew she was attractive. But to hear her brother say that, in that way, touched her deeply.

"You are very good-looking yourself," she answered. Afraid that her words sounded like a hollow response, she added, "Really. And your body is great. Your chest and abs are to die for." She slowly let her fingers trace over him as she spoke. "And you have about the biggest dick I have ever seen."

"How many have you seen?" he asked.

"Quite a few," she answered, sheepishly. As they talked, her hands tracing over his body was having an effect, and his dick started hardening again.

Shawn reached over and placed a finger on her protruding nipple, pushing it inwards, playing with it.

"Let's go upstairs," he suggested. Or was it an order?

"Aren't you done yet?

"I'm refreshed. How about you?"

"Oh, I'm ready for anything," she answered, feeling herself getting wet again.

As they reached the top of the stairs, Shawn said, "Let's use Mom and Dad's room."

Sue got excited. There was something so naughty about having sex in her parents' room. 

They went, pulled down the cover on the bed, and crawled in. It was a big, plush bed, much more than either of theirs. Shawn attacked her tits, which he surprisingly hadn't really done before. He sucked in the nipple and played his tongue over it, then sucked in as much of her tit as would fit in his mouth. If the saying 'anything more than a mouthful is wasted' was true, then Sue had a lot of waste. He didn't mind. And he really didn't let it go to waste, either. He squeezed the firm flesh that wouldn't fit in his mouth, and took turns with which portion he sucked on. Then he moved over and did the same to her other tit. He closed his teeth around her nipple, leaving just enough room for it to fit between, then sucked it in between his teeth, and pushed it back out with his tongue. When he repeated this rapidly it sent a chill through her nipple all the way down to her pussy, and she groaned.

"Oh, God, that feels good!" she said.

Shawn pulled his mouth off her tit, leaving only his hand to pleasure her. He reached over the side of the bed, opened the drawer of the night-stand, and pulled something out. When he moved back over to Sue, he grabbed one of her wrists and raised it up over her head, handcuffing her to the headboard. While Sue was still confused, he did the same to the other wrist, then looked down at her face with a delighted smile.

"What?" Sue was confused. "Where did you get those?"

Shawn said, "I discovered this drawer by accident, not long ago. Evidently Mom and Dad are a little bit kinky."

When Sue smiled, he assumed she was okay with this, and reached back in the drawer. His hand came out holding something. Sue couldn't tell what it was at first. It looked like a penis. My God, it was a penis, a rubber one it looked like.

"What is that for?" she asked.

"That seems like a silly question," smiling as he said it. "It's all for you."

Sue was getting nervous. This was something new for her. But she was much more excited than nervous. Shawn displayed the rubber penis in front of her face, even rubbing it along her lips. He was enjoying teasing her, and she was enjoying it, too.

The he rubbed it down her neck, slowly down between her big breasts, and across her stomach. He reached the beginning of her slit and started wiggling it back and forth more. He pushed it down between her pussy lips, slowly going all the way to the bottom of her slit, then back up. He pushed in further and made the trip again. This time he stopped with most of the shaft between her labia, and he rolled it around between them. It even had ridges like a real penis, and those bumps caused even more excitement between her legs. By now she was moaning a lot, and wondering just what was going to happen.

She found out before long. He turned the penis so that the tip rested at the entrance to her vagina. He put a little pressure on it and it pushed in an inch or so. He twisted the penis in a circle, Strange sensations coursed through her body. No real penis can do that, she thought. Shawn pressed it in another inch, and rotated it again. Sue was starting to get really turned on, as if she wasn't already. Each time he pushed it in another inch or two he would twist it, giving her those unique sensations. It was so exciting. yet what she needed now was for him to shove the thing inside her, over and over.

"Fuck me with that thing!" she said loudly.

"Sure I will," Shawn answered. "When I'm ready."

Sue's eyes got wide as she looked at her brother. Was he only going to tease her with that? Why didn't he just make her cum?

He kept twisting it inside of her, then leaned down to lick her clit with his tongue. It was quite engorged, and caused her to scream out with his touch. He licked slowly, and sucked lightly, and Sue was writhing on the bed with the assault on her. 

"Oh shit. Fuck. FUCK!" she cried. 

Shawn now did what she had asked, and began to guide the fake penis out and back in, slowly exciting the walls of her cunt even more. Sue felt relieved, as her climax built even higher. She needed to cum. 

"Please make me cum," she said to Shawn. Oh, if only her hands weren't restrained. 

As her climax started to build, Shawn removed the penis from her pussy. Moaning very, very loudly now, she could not stand the empty feeling in her pussy, and the lost orgasm that she almost had. "NOOO!" she shouted.

Shawn placed his palm on her mound, pressing against her clit while his fingers reached down to her labia, playing with her soaked pussy lips. Gently, not enough to sustain the build up to orgasm. Just enough to keep her begging for it. Her hands were flailing, making the handcuffs scratch against the headboard. Shawn wasn't concerned about it, as it had already been scratched and dented. Go, Mom! (Or maybe Dad?)

While playing with her pussy, he leaned over to suck on her tits again. He did the nipple thing again, sucking them in between his teeth and pushing it back out, rapidly. She seemed to have liked that, and she did again. Her moaning told him so. 

He snaked two fingers into her love hole, and she moaned in relief. Yes! She loved having something in her pussy again. She shoved her hips up, loving the pressure on her pussy walls. The pleasure of her pussy and her nipples suddenly overcame her, and an orgasm rose from her depths with no warning. It knocked her for a loop it was so sudden, after all of the foreplay. Shawn kept the stimulation up all through her orgasm, feeling her cum on his fingers. Well, they definitely would have to wash the sheets before they went back to school.

With all of the sex play with Sue, Shawn had driven himself crazy as well. His cock was rigid and needed relief. Quickly he turned on the bed, placing one leg over Sue's head, his knees on either side, his cock in her face. He pushed it down to her lips and she opened her mouth wide, taking several inches at once. Shawn bent his face to her pussy and began to lick up some of the juices she had leaked out. His tongue in her pussy, and flicking her clit, kept her excitement at a high level And Sue's tongue was doing a good job on his cock as well. Her teeth, though, kept biting into the skin of his dick. She couldn't control her actions in this position with the level of her excitement. It caused him enough pain that he pulled out, turned around again, and positioned himself between her legs.

At this point Shawn wasted little time. He held his dick at her entrance and sunk deep into her cunt in one hard stroke. Sue shrieked at the sudden intrusion of her depths, but she loved it. All of the long-building pressure was being released. With just a few pumps of Shawn's manhood into her, she erupted with a screaming, thrashing orgasm, losing all control and all ability to think rationally. Her hands pulled at her restraints while her body thrashed around, her hips pushing up to meet Shawn's thrusts. 

Shawn, however, was not to that point as yet. Being driven to the edge, he was plunging into Sue with increased speed. Sue's legs had wrapped around his body. He now hooked his arms under her knees, lifting her legs up and back, parallel to her body, bending her in half. Her cunt was now wide open to his body. This allowed him to drive his cock even deeper into her cunt, penetrating her even further than before. His knees dug into the bed as he feverishly stabbed his cock into her, driving them both to ecstasy. Her cunt gripped him as her muscles clamped down on his cock and Sue erupted once again in a violent explosion. He kept driving through the suddenly tight channel, his cock being strangled into his own explosion. They both rammed into each other as hard as they could, their groins mashed together in the throes of their climax. 

Shawn dropped onto Sue, completely limp, his full weight on her. She didn't care, though, because she wasn't able to even be aware of it. They lay there completely spent, his penis gradually deflating inside of her. The first thought Sue had was of her leg being free of his weight. For the second time that night, both of them lay completely exhausted form their exploits. They were drained. And sore.




Fraternity Ch. 02



Shawn's penis was rubbed raw in two spots. Sue was also sore. Her pussy was rubbed raw as well, and the muscles in her vagina were sore from the many contractions she had had. The worst were her wrists. She had fought against her restraints so that they already showed signs of bruising. That was going to be difficult to explain to her friends.

When she finally regained her senses, Sue began wondering about her Mom's drawer. 

"Why does Mom have that in her drawer?"

Shawn smiled. "That sex drive you were talking about? I think you got it from Mom."

"Really? Mom is a sex fiend?"

Shawn laughed. "I wouldn't say that, but our parents definitely had more sex - and kinkier sex - than they would like to let us know about."

Sue smiled. "Oh, wow. What else is in that drawer?"

"Maybe I can you show you that later," he said with a twinkle in his eye.

Sue wondered what he had in mind, and what he had in the drawer. But her body was drained, and she fell asleep in spite of herself. Shawn cuddled up to her, his hand full of her luscious tit, and fell asleep himself.

He awoke a few hours later, still holding her tit. He had loved what she had done to him, and what he had done to her. He didn't want it to end just yet, but his penis showed no signs of being able to perform any more. Then he saw the dildo laying there on the bed, and Sue's legs still spread.

He reached over and pressed his hand into her pussy. It felt so warm and inviting. Wet, too, but there was too much cum to tell if she was wet. No, of course, she was asleep, she wouldn't be wet. But she felt so good.

He kept feeling her pussy, squeezing the mound as he leaned over to suck softly on her breast. he played with her nipple, his tongue licking and flicking it, his mouth filling with her tit flesh. He did it gently though, not wanting to wake her. His fingers in her pussy worked their way into the folds, stroking up the length. His finger slipped inside her hole and felt around. She had let out a few soft moans in her sleep as he played with her body, but now her breathing started to change, becoming shallow and quicker.

He reached for the dildo and held it at her pussy. He found her hole and pushed it against the opening. He pushed gently, but steadily, and it went in a couple inches. He pulled it back and then pressed it in again. After a few times of this he had it about halfway inside her, and she was moaning softly. Her head turned to the side, and her eyes came open.

"What the hell?" she mumbled.

"Good morning. Why are you awake?" Shawn asked, teasing.

"Oh, what are you doing?"

Shawn just smiled and pushed the dildo in harder.

"Ow, that hurts," Sue complained.

"Sorry, I can stop."

"No, it's good, too. Just take it easy."

He sucked on her tits again, harder now that she was awake, and continued letting the dildo explore her insides. Sue was starting to get turned on. She was starting to move, especially her hips, and moaning more.

"Damn it, my hands are still tied. Take off these cuffs."

"I'm too busy right now," Shawn answered.

"My arms are really sore, Shawn!"

"I'll try to take your mind off it."

Sue moaned again, partly from pain and partly from her arousal.

The dildo was going in deeper and Shawn was rotating it again. She seemed to like that. It was painful for her when he went too fast, so he moved the dildo slowly. It took quite a while, but eventually she started getting hot and wet enough to begin moving her hips, wanting the dildo faster. Shawn of course complied.

He was hoping that his dick would be recovered by now, but it seemed still completely soft. He knew he would have to enjoy himself with her pleasure only, and that was okay. He let his hand play with her tits and moved his mouth down across her body, finally reaching her clit. She loved it when he licked it, and sucked it into his mouth. 

Now moaning loudly and thrashing against her restraints, Sue wanted the dildo as deep and hard as Shawn could give it to her. His teeth tried to hold on to her clit as her hips were pushing up off the bed.

"DAMN! Fuck, Shawn, what are you doing to me?" she gasped.

He took his mouth off her clit to answer. "Come on, Suzie. Cum, baby, cum."

As if on cue, she did. With a loud squeal she held her hips high as her pussy convulsed. She thrust her hips high with each spasm. But as her spasms settled down, before she could relax, Shawn gripped her clit in his teeth again. He bit and sucked on it as the dildo kept pumping inside her cunt. Sue was moaning and whimpering, nearly in tears, as a new round of spasms hit her. Shawn's finger pulled her nipple high, and the shocks to her nerve endings were overwhelming.

"OH, GOD! OH, GOD! OH, GOD! OH, GOD!" Sue kept yelling as her body was out of control. "Stop. Please stop." she said as soon as she could manage. "It hurts."

He took his mouth off her clit and withdrew the dildo from her cunt. His hand now massaged her tit gently, and his other hand reached between her legs to rub her slit soothingly. Sue turned her head to the side, pushed it against Shawn's shoulder, and sobbed.

Shawn was surprised, and worried. Had he gone too far? He released the handcuffs, and asked if she was okay.

"Yeah," she mumbled. "My God, that was ... Shit, that hurt. I'm so sore. But it was amazing," as she smiled up at him.

"Are you sure?" he asked. She nodded. "You sure cum a lot."

"I usually cum easily," she said. "And I have multiples a lot, too."

Shawn wasn't sure if that was good or bad. He was feeling like he was Superman, causing her body to react the way it had. Now he found out that it was maybe normal for her.

Sue could almost read his mind. "But I never have had an experience like that! You drove me crazy."

Shawn just looked at her, not sure what to say.

Sue added. "I came so much I hurt. It felt like my insides were going to come out." She smiled at him, then finally tried to move her arms which had been tied up for hours.

"Shit," she said. She could hardly move them. "I don't know if my arms or my pussy hurts more."

Shawn was still worried he had hurt her, but when she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep, he did the same. They were both exhausted. 



Fraternity Daze 1: A Sweet Surrender



Shelly ran a fingertip idly along the rim of the wineglass. The fire had dwindled somewhat, the embers glowing under the burnt logs and casting the room into darkness. Her eyelids were half-closed, a stray strand of blonde hair falling unnoticed over her nose. She slowly sipped, her tongue darting out to capture a droplet of chardonnay from her lower lip. I leaned forward and pushed a fresh log into the fireplace, and she stirred from her reverie and looked at me. 

"Tell me a story," she said softly, her dark eyes glinting as the fire rose again. I settled into my chair, letting my memory drift back to days not so long past, but forever out of reach.

* * * * *

Her name was Sue. I transferred to the college as a junior and my first semester found me in a temporary room on a coed floor, with girls down one wing and boys down the other. I was in a converted study hall right in the center, with two other late arrivals that also hadn't received permanent room assignments. I fell in with the party crowd fairly quickly. Sue was in her own circle of friends, but we all kind of blended together during the evening. I was pretty wrecked at one party the gang went to and Sue and I ended up walking alone back to the dorm. She was kind of cute, a bit pear-shaped but with a sweet smile and incredibly gentle eyes. We went back to her room and sat on her bed talking, and I kissed her neck. She didn't really understand how messed up I was. I'm not saying I wouldn't have wanted to do it, just that my inhibitions were essentially zeroed out. We lay on her bed and kissed for a time, my hands gently fondling her breasts and stroking her hips. 

We talked during the next couple of days and said we wanted to make love to each other. The details of our kiss-framed conversations are mostly lost, but I remember her confiding that she although she wasn't a virgin, she had never had an orgasm. 

After a few days, I had my room to myself for an evening. Extra beds were also stored in this room, and I pushed two together to give us something decent to lie on besides the typical college dorm bed. In her room that first night I had kissed her breasts. She was young and her breasts rode soft and firm, the undersides round but still without sag. Pale pink nipples were centered on pale white skin, their center with just a tiny rise even when erect. Under one nipple was a nearly invisible semicircle scar, the remnant of some operation from her youth. 

Now in my homemade double bed we kissed as we removed our clothes. She kept out of the sun; her skin was smooth and pale, her hips wide and flaring into solid thighs. She kept her pubic hair trimmed short, with a natural shape. I told her she was beautiful. She gave a shy smile, but lay back to let me look. Her thighs opened slowly as my finger slid along her pussy, slipping inside the thin hairs to feel the inner edges. Her labia felt dry and my finger ran up and down a couple of times before probing lower. There it was like a flower opening and my middle finger encountered a warm slickness. She softly moaned and we kissed, her legs opening wider as I pushed my finger in to the second knuckle, feeling the soft walls of her pussy. I slid my finger over her labia, bringing her juices out to coat her whole pussy. She held my cock with both hands, running it back and forth between her palms. 

I rolled on top and she spread her legs for me. For whatever reason, Mr. Happy was not immediately cooperative. It softened just enough that I couldn't press into her and after a few minutes I lay next to her again, disappointed and a little embarrassed. She held me and said it was okay and we continued to kiss. 

A little background. At this time I was twenty-one, after two years in college and then a year off. She was eighteen, but none of that mattered to us. What mattered to me was this was only the second girl I had ever been with. I had my first girlfriend was when I was about sixteen. We had sex quite a bit, but broke up during my senior year of high school. After her I was completely unlucky at love for several years, being pretty naive, inexperienced, and totally not understanding women at all. 

Maybe I'd just been trying too hard. Even through the high school sex (she was an eighteen-year-old college girl, my co-worker at McDonald's), I was never able to achieve orgasm. I was certainly excited enough and never had any problem getting an erection. I became somewhat skilled at finding the right spot with my fingers and tongue and she got off many times under my attention. But this isn't her story yet, except to clarify that I was now twenty-one and had never cum in the presence of another woman.

Sue and I kissed, and my memory after all these years is of the passion I felt come from her. She didn't say much, but she wanted me. Her lips kissed, her tongue stroked mine, her hands trailed over my body. Mine sought her breasts, feeling the tiny hard nipples under my fingertips. She humped her leg against my thigh, and I felt myself hardening again. At the first attempt we were like "Okay, it's time." None of that now. I felt the surge pour through me and the full satisfaction of feeling the blood pump my cock to a complete stone erection. I rolled her over and pulled up one knee, slipping my cock between her wet lips and pushing. The head slipped in and I slowly pumped, inch by inch sliding into and out of her, her eyes half-closed as her hands softly guided my hips. 

I know I will never get used to the heat. It's the most wonderful sensual experience to feel the length of my cock enfolded in this warm slippery clinging oven. I pushed again and felt our groins meet, my shaft buried completely in her. She looked at me through glazed eyes and murmured with a smile, "What happened?"

I shrugged and smiled back. "I don't know. But it worked." I leaned forward to kiss her as my hips pulled back to sink into her again. Her arms enfolded me, her legs half-raised as we began to fuck. She softly asked, "Have you ever made love until the sweat poured off of your face?" An amazing lack of female understanding shone through me as I said, "No." I had, but my inexperienced logic suggested that if I said yes, she might get jealous. But it didn't really matter. Soon we were both sweating as I continued.

We always used the missionary position. She believed in the rhythm method, so we used no protection then or ever. I continued thrusting into her, varying occasionally with swirls and spins as I pulled in and out, stopping deep inside her to clench my pelvic muscle, throbbing heavily inside her and loving the wondering look in her eyes.

She gasped. Her heels were now resting on the back of my thighs. "How..." she said, "how can you... go on... so long?" We had been at it for about twenty minutes. I had nothing to judge against, but I felt good realizing I had outlasted anyone else in her experience. Freshly hardened at the thought, I didn't answer, just kissed her deeply and continued my fucking. Her legs wrapped around my back, and she pulled me tight with her arms and legs. She began to buck harder against me and suddenly gave soft cries of wonder and ecstasy. After a few moments she relaxed and I stopped to look at her. "Did you cum?" I asked.

"I think so," she said, and we kissed and continued our loving. Very shortly my own orgasm approached, and it came like an express train. I grunted and slammed into her as I ejaculated in her pussy, her arms and legs holding me tight.

We lay there for a long time after, talking softly but mostly dozing and kissing and touching and dozing some more. I was on Cloud Nine. Finally, I had done the sex act to completion, had ejaculated with a woman, *inside* a woman. I felt complete and enormously satisfied. 

Sue and I continued together for several months. We were in bed every chance we could get. She discovered that she loved having my mouth on her pussy, and would lean close and whisper, "I want you to eat me." I showed her how to sit on my face. I remember looking up at her leaning against the wall, her breasts bobbing as she rocked her hips over my lips, her thighs pressing the sides of my face, sometimes looking down at me but mostly with her eyes closed as she came thrusting on my face, her honey tasting sweet and clean on my tongue. I remember standing on my knees as she lay on the mattress next to me, her hand wrapped around my cock as she slowly watched herself stroke it, smiling at me standing there all proud as I displayed myself. I put a chocolate kiss in her pussy and licked it out as it melted, getting on my knees with my hands under her ass, lifting her hips clear off the bed as I feasted on her pussy, her breasts rolling back on her chest as she looked up at me as she came. 

I would wake up in the middle of the night and roll next to her, my erection pressing into her ass. She would roll over and open for me, and we would fuck for several minutes before I came hard inside her. Once she said the night was wrong for the rhythm method, and I pulled out and sprayed my cum across her belly. She touched it, watching the sticky strands on her fingers as she made little circles on her belly. I loved making her cum, loved the look of wonder and her soft mewling as the orgasm took her. One night I kept my beat to the song on the radio. The tempo doubled and so did my thrusts. We both orgasmed together, her body wrapped tightly around mine as her hips thrust back as I sprayed inside her pussy. At my fraternity formal she humped my leg on the dance floor as I held her tight, swirling to the music.

One night we lay in bed. We usually were in her room on the weekends when her roommate went away and Sue could push the two beds together. We had smoked a joint and lay side-by-side looking silently at each other. My hand was slowly fingering her pussy, and her hand was slowly squeezing my cock. She stared at me, desire literally dripping from her. Suddenly she said, "Fuck me." I rolled between her legs, positioned my erection and pushed. She stared at me as her eyes widened and her mouth dropped open. I probably looked the same. I had sunk completely inside her in one stroke, catching us both by surprise. She had never been so open and wet. As I pulled back for the next stroke her eyes closed and she began to cum, crying out and gasping with each thrust. I was stoned and a little dulled, and so lasted quite a while. But the pot had the opposite effect on her and she tore through a long continuous orgasm. 

Looking back, I know I should have handled things different. I could have been a better lover, made a better relationship. But that's pretty much how hindsight works and I can say the same about every relationship I had. After we broke up, Sue started dating my best friend. I was okay with that; we all ended up still friends. They're still married now, with a couple of kids, and I haven't seen them since college. But I still have my memories, and at the right times they're as fresh as the moment they happened.

* * * * *

Her head leaned against the side of the leather chair, her eyes soft and dewy. "That was romantic," she said softly. "And I'm always a sucker for a happy ending."

I raised my glass to her. "And I'm a sucker for you, m'dear." I sipped and we watched each other as the firelight played around the room.



Fraternity Daze 2: A Rose By...



Fraternity Daze 2: A Rose By Any Other Name

The fire crackled and popped as I settled into the leather armchair next to the hearth. Shelly sat across from me, her legs tucked under her thighs as the wine glass slipped across her lips. The chardonnay looked dark as the firelight reflected off the smooth glass, mirroring the flickers that shone in her eyes. She sipped and watched me, her blonde hair shimmering against the darkened room beyond. 

She smiled mischievously. "What do you have for me tonight?" 

I swirled the wine in my glass and looked back at her. "Another tale of innocence lost, and foundering lust," I said with a slight grin. 

She snorted and tossed her hair. "Bullshit. You mean another tale of drunken fucking."

I shrugged. "You know me too well. But," I said, raising my hands in surrender, "if that's what you need to hear, that's what I shall provide." She settled in the chair, the leather softly squeaking as her slim body nestled comfortably. I set my feet on the ottoman and gazed into the fire, letting my memory drift back through the threads of time. 

* * * * * 

It was another Thursday night party at the frat house. The basement was dark, crowded and noisy. Voices shouted into ears inches away that strained to catch the words, and the scent of spilled beer, while strong when you descended the stairs, quickly dissolved into another unnoticed assault on the senses. Somewhere in all of this I met and talked to a girl named Rose. I have no idea what we said and I wandered away at some point only to wind up at the end of the bar, watching the crowd thin and picking up snatches of nearby conversation. Rose was talking to the bartender and hadn't noticed me standing next to her. She asked him where I was and I poked her in the shoulder to get her attention, resulting in a big smile. She was pretty, with short dark hair and a slim body. A few minutes later she pulled me aside and asked if I would walk her home. 

On the one hand, I was happy to play the gentleman and flattered that she would ask me to be her "protector" on the dark walk across campus. On the other hand, I was more than happy to get out of the basement and be alone with a sexy young woman.

Our heads cleared a bit once we got outside in the cool autumn air. Incredibly, she lived two floors below me in my dorm. We entered the building and took the elevator to the fifth floor. 

Once again, my inexperience leapt to the forefront like a shining beacon of blunder. She got off, I said goodnight, and the doors closed. I slowly walked down my hallway, stopping at the fountain for a quick drink. I knew I could have played that scene better, but girls still were a mystery and scared the hell out of me until I got to know them. Rose was under no such illusions: she knew what she wanted. I saw the stair doorway open at the end of the hall and her face poke out to look at my door. 

My roommate was inside, so we walked back up the hall to the study lounge. We sat in the dark and talked, my right arm loosely around her. She sat close and soon the fingers of her right hand were softly running up and down the top of my thigh. Well, it only took three or four swings from a sledgehammer to get the message through my head, and I pulled her in for a kiss. I lay back on the couch and she straddled me, our mouths and tongues ravenous on each other. I cupped her ass and squeezed and she responded by grinding her crotch into mine. My erection had bloomed and I arched it into her. She loved to french; her tongue was in my mouth more than in hers and I repaid the kindness. I brought my hand up to her small breast and lovingly squeezed and stroked. 


"I want you," I whispered. 

"Not tonight," she softly replied. 

"I know," I answered, and it must have been the right thing to say because she redoubled her kisses, writhing her body into mine. Soon, too soon, we broke apart and she went back to her room, leaving a promise to meet again the next night. I went to bed with a big stupid grin.

Friday evening she came up to my room. We kissed again and she showed that beer had nothing to do with how much she liked it. The next few hours we visited a few rooms, drinking a little and smoking a little more. Eventually her fingers wandered onto the back of my knee, the soft tickles telling me she wanted us to be alone. With some excuse or another we headed back to her room and somehow, inexplicably, started playing backgammon. 

It didn't last long. We were lying on the floor with the board between us, and we both got the idea at the same time. The board went skidding away and we were in each other's arms. I might have taken a little while to get in the right gear, but once there I knew how to focus. Now I was confident and I knew she wanted me as much as I wanted her. Our tongues were wrestling in a frenzy as I cupped her breast and then slipped my hand under her shirt and around her back. I had a good teacher in my youth, and the one-handed bra-unsnap was easy for me. My hand slid under the loose bra and found her naked tit, the nipple hard and swollen in the center. I pulled up her shirt and sucked the small nipple hard as she gasped and pulled my head tight to her. Now I was on automatic. My hand slid over her smooth belly to her pants, cupping her crotch through her jeans. She arched into me and I quickly unfastened her belt and the snap, unzipped her, slid my hand under her panties and over her bush, finding the soft lips already wet and readily opening as my finger slid between them once for lubrication, then curled and pushed deep into her pussy. 

She arched her hips hard, driving my finger deep into her as we kissed. She humped my finger and sucked my tongue, but I knew where I wanted to put it. I broke from her and scooted down to her feet, yanking off her shoes and reaching for her waistband. I roughly pulled her pants off, taking the panties with them. One leg free, then the other and the pants flew behind me as she spread her legs wide, her dark bush exposed between two firm pale thighs. I lay my head on her left thigh and softly touched her thick bush of hair. Her labia protruded slightly, dark at the edges, and I slipped a finger into her, watching as it entered. A second finger quickly joined, and I finger-fucked her for a few moments, reveling in the incredible slickness. I brought my fingers up and sucked them, looking at her watching me. 

Then, I lowered my head, wrapping my arms around her thighs as my tongue snaked forward into her honey pot. Rose loved it. She moaned and writhed, rotating her hips to slather her pussy over my mouth. I sucked up her lips, pulling them into my mouth and licking the insides, pushing up her hole as far as I could reach and flicking at her little clit. She arched her hips and pumped rhythmically at my mouth; maybe she came, maybe she was just really into it. I continued. I absolutely love the taste of pussy, and she tasted fresh and clean and wet and completely like sex. I looked up to see her looking back at me over her belly. Her shirt had slipped back over her tits, so I reached up and grabbed them both, rolling my fingers up to her nipples, puffy and erect. Something set her off: she grunted and grabbed my head, pushing it hard into her cunt as she started to cum. This was for real. I was swallowing as her juices seemed to pour from her, and her ass was off the ground as she ground her pussy into my mouth, literally fucking my face. I could barely breathe, but I didn't care. She was off in her own world and I was driving. As she started to return, I slowly pulled away, kissing her bush and the tops of her thighs, pressing my palm hard over her pussy to watch her get in the last few throbs of her orgasm. I licked my way up her belly and she yanked up her shirt to expose her left tit. I attacked, sucking it hard and deep as she cooed and held me.

Her hands now slipped down to my jeans. We kissed as she popped the snap and slid down the zipper, plunging her hand inside my shorts. Unfortunately, the booze and the pot had the expected effect. Despite my desire, I remained soft in her hand. I realized I needed to make it up to her, and quick. I slid down once more until her pussy was before me and started kissing and licking the high inside of her thighs. But Rose's lust was high and she didn't want to wait. Her hand went to her pussy and she started rubbing frantically, leaning on her elbow as she watched me watch her. I stared in awe, seeing this incredibly sexy woman frig herself to a dynamite orgasm just inches from my face. 

She fell back panting, and I lay next to her. I murmured some words about being too messed up and that it wasn't her fault. It wasn't the best way to end the evening, and I soon went back to my room.

But it doesn't end there.

The next afternoon I went back to her room. I sat on her bed and apologized, explaining again that it was too much partying and how she really turned me on, and that I wanted to be with her again. She seemed to forgive me, giving me a big grin below her dark flashing ayes. I invited her to the frat house that night for another party, letting her know that this time I'd stay in control.

We stayed at the party pretty late. I was drinking as much water as I was beer, and stayed away from the dope. By 1:00 a.m. we were in the foyer, my drink in my left hand as she stood next to me, her breast nestled in the crook of my arm. We wandered over to the window and kissed. I ground my erection into her and fondled her tit, squeezing her nipple as she grunted and pressed into me. Enough of the foreplay. We left and headed home. 

Horny is as horny does, and we were horny beyond accounting. We fell kissing into her bed, and her hand reached down to cup my crotch. I broke free and undid my pants, yanking them down and off with my underwear and pulling off my shirt. I heard her zipper go down next to me and I fell back next to her, my hand diving into her pants as she grasped my cock. Her shirt was off, leaving just a thin white camisole. This time I was erect, incredibly erect. I'm proud to say that I possess a solid seven and a half inches, and she gripped my thickness hard with her small hands. After a few moments I tore off her pants and she lay before me, her legs spread wide. I positioned my cock at her entrance and leaned forward, sinking halfway inside with the first thrust. We kissed again as I withdrew and pushed again, sliding further in with each thrust until we were completely together, my cock deep in her belly and our pubic hairs nestled together. 

We kissed. We made love. We fucked. Sweat trickled down my sides, beaded on my face, dripped off the tip of my nose onto her now-bare chest. She clutched my ass, held her knees wide, clung to my face as we kissed. She softly moaned, "Fuck me. Fuck me, you don't know how good it feels..." Our bodies slowly rotated around the bed, the sheets crumpling and twisting with us. Again, the alcohol had a somewhat deadening effect. No problem this time with maintaining an erection, but I had incredible stamina. I stayed hard and we continued to fuck, and when at last I groaned and pumped my seed deep into her, feeling the liquid warmth ooze over my cock and splash inside her pussy, nearly four hours had passed. 

We slept shallowly. I awoke early and gazed at her smooth naked back in the early morning light seeping through the thin curtains. I stroked her skin and cuddled against her, letting my cock nestle between her ass cheeks. My arm draped over her and I gently teased her nipple, loving the feel of its soft puffiness. She purred and pushed against me, and incredibly I began to harden again. My fingers squeezed her nipple and her hand slipped behind herself to grasp my shaft. She pushed down on it and spread her legs slightly. I thought she would place it between her thighs for a bit of foreplay, but then I felt her other hand pushing at my cockhead and warmth cover the tip. I pushed my hips forward and felt myself slip inside her again. Incredible! I raised her leg and sank into her fully. We both loved to love in the morning, and we were fulfilling each other's fantasy. 

We screwed again briefly, but my energy, sapped by lack of fuel, was quickly worn out. I lay back and she straddled me, placing my cock at her wet entrance and slowly settling onto me, inch by inch. I couldn't wait. As she reached the end of another exquisite inch and paused, I slammed my hips up, sinking completely inside her in one stroke. She sat up straight with a sleepy smile and began to rock, rising and falling as my penis slipped in and out of her pussy. I gazed up at her small breasts, the cones of her nipples swollen and soft. I reached up and cupped them, pinching her nipples hard in the way that she loved. She grunted and leaned forward, pumping hard as she gasped and came all over my cock. She relaxed and rolled off. I was satisfied, and we held each other for an endless time.

I left soon to get breakfast, leaving her to sleep the rest of the morning. It was a crisp fall day and I had a soft dopey smile on my face all the way to McDonald's. On the way I passed a friend's girlfriend, coming back from a night at his apartment. We greeted each other with the knowing smile that we'd both had a night of good loving, and each went on our separate way.

* * * * *

I reached for the bottle and refilled Shelly's glass, then my own. She licked her lips, her eyes shining. "Did you see her again?" she asked.

"Not really," I admitted. "At parties, yeah, but she moved on to conquer other young studs, leaving me alone with Fistina." She crinkled her nose at the term, then laughed. 

"And what about the girl you passed on the way to breakfast?" she asked with a smile. Her eyes widened in anticipation as I grinned and swirled the wine, my eyes rising to meet hers. We both sipped together, watching each other as the fire crackled.



Fraternity Daze 3: Sorority Nights



The fire leapt under the hearth as Shelly closed the oak doors behind her. I looked up from my book and smiled as she settled in the leather armchair across from me, a tumbler of Jack Daniels on ice nestled in her hands. 

"Getting a bit cold out there," I observed, loving the way her hair tumbled loosely over her shoulders as she wrapped the wool blanket around her.

"A little," she agreed. The flames crackled in the silence for a moment, then she snuggled lower and coyly looked at me. "Can you help warm me up?" She sipped her drink, her eyes shining.

I chuckled. "You like these tales, eh?" She nodded and leaned her head back in expectation. I sipped my drink and looked at the fireplace, the memories flowing easily back.

* * * * *

I first met Christina the fall I pledged my fraternity. Chris was dating one of my pledge brothers. Several of us lived in the same dorm and Chris was on the floor above us. A lot of the residents of both floors grew to be close friends, especially since it seemed we were all pledging at once. In addition, the sorority that she and her friends there were pledging was located right next to our fraternity house. It all added up to a lot of drunken partying both at the house and in the dorm, and some good bonding whether fueled by alcohol or not. 

This was where I learned how a woman could also be a friend. Chris and her sisters hung out with our crowd quite a bit. Some dating went on, but the main interactions were just between a group of good buddies. We all got through our pledging processes together and soon were comfortable denizens of our respective Greek houses. 

Fast forward a couple of years. Now we were older and wiser, seasoned college students who had survived many long aimless nights together. Chris was still dating my friend, and we were all very close and cared about each other. 

She was a couple of years younger than I, me being a slightly non-traditional student. Small of frame, she had a short shock of straight red hair above blue eyes, and freckles across her face and down her arms. We were incredibly comfortable with each other, best friends in the truest sense. She swore like a dockworker and didn't put up with any uppity sorority bullshit. During one party, we came out of my room (we're now in the frat house) where a bunch of us had been partying in private. A line of girls waited in the hallway for the bathroom and another buddy was coming up the stairs towards us. She yelled out his name and they both leapt into the air to chest-bump each other. One of the girls in line turned to another and said loudly, "Not very lady-like." Chris turned to her and matter-of-factly said with a smile, "Fuck you, bitch!" and walked down the stairs. It may not read well but trust me, it was a Moment. 

Time passed, and we found ourselves at another party as my last year in school started. Somewhere in the late evening/early morning Chris and I found ourselves talking in the chapter room. I doubt if either of us ever knew or cared what we were talking about. But we started talking intimately, and then we were talking about how good friends we were, and then...

I was slowly, word by word, telling her how I felt, how I had lain awake many nights thinking of her. I said, "I've thought about... being with you... I've thought about..." I paused, fearful of saying the words. Yes, she was a good friend but she was also dating one of my best friends. How could I say such a thing, do that to him? 

Her hand slipped over and rested on my arm. I looked at it and finished the sentence: "...making love to you." I raised my eyes and met hers. They were soft and she shyly smiled. 

"I have too."

We talked a while longer, about her boyfriend and whether it was the right thing for us to cave in to our desire for each other. We both knew where this was heading, but felt a need to share any collective guilt about our mutual lust. 

I led her upstairs to my room, locking the door behind us. I was briefly concerned that I was also locking out a visting alumnus who I'd told could stay in the room that night, but I figured he'd find somewhere else to crash.

Chris and I stood in the middle of the room, suddenly awkward. We leaned forward to kiss, and both started giggling. I hugged her and we gripped each other close. My lips pressed into her hair, then around to her face and our lips met again. No laughter this time; our passion flared as we devoured each other. Our hands caressed each other's back as my lips and tongue slipped over hers. I swiftly grew erect and rolled myself against her crotch. She kissed back, watching under half-closed lids as our breath passed between us. 

My eyes lowered and I raised my hands to her shirt. She bit her lip as I unbuttoned her, revealing a black one-piece bustier under her plaid flannel shirt. 

I blinked. "Wow!"

She giggled again. "I haven't done my laundry yet, and this was all I had to wear tonight."

My hands ran over the material, then rose to cup her breasts. She sighed and pressed forward as my fingers slipped over the flesh that rose above the black material. Her fingers trailed down to my belt, then her movements grew quicker as she began undoing my jeans. Her breathing quickened as she fumbled with the snap, her eyes fastened on my swollen crotch. The pants opened and her hands dove inside my underwear, drawing out my cock as she bent over and took it into her mouth like one possessed. 

I stood swaying, watching in ecstatic disbelief as Chris sucked my erection deeply. She was in love with cocksucking, that was obvious. Her mouth formed a wide O as she bobbed up and down, stopping to lash her tongue around the head as her hand stroked the shaft. She continued for a few minutes until I absolutely needed to touch her, and I pulled her up for another kiss, walking her to the bed. 

We lay down still kissing, and my hand reached to cup her crotch. Two snaps held the bustier in place and it gave way easily as her legs opened, the curls of her bush filling my palm. My finger slipped between the labia to find her already wet, and I thrust it deeply into her as our bodies closed.

We made love for hours. Our clothes fell away and we fondled each other, exploring every inch of our bodies. Her breasts were not overly small; they were the perfect shape and size that I love, just enough to comfortably fill the hand. Her nipples were a rosy pink, hard and pebbled and aching to be sucked. I asked if she liked them handled hard or soft and she replied "Soft." So I bathed her nipples with my tongue, drawing each slowly between my lips to roll it with my tongue, squeezing both breasts and kissing them as she watched from inches away. 

Chris had only been with one man before and was not used to my size. Slowly, so slowly I entered her. Her pussy was tight but my erection did not waver. Inch by inch I sank inside, the slow thrusts of my body moving myself deeper and deeper into hers. When our pubic hairs finally meshed, her face broke out into abeautiful wide open grin which must have matched mine. As we continued rolling our hips together, her vagina loosened and my speed picked up until we were truly fucking, making love to each other in a pure frenzy of lust.

She wanted me to cum inside her and I did, my orgasm setting off hers too as we clung tightly, our hips thrusting in unison to the slowly slackening rythym.

We stayed together most of the night. My other guest came knocking at the door about four in the morning, but I didn't answer. If I told him later I'd passed out drunk and forgot about unlocking the door, he would believe me. I didn't want word of Chris and I to get out to the others.

She woke and left before dawn. After a few more hours of satisfied sleep, I went downstairs for a shower. In that room I met her boyfriend.

We were both nude, and that combined with our close friendship made it easier. She had gone to his room after leaving mine and he had asked where she'd been all night, joking if she had "scooped" another brother. She had reacted guiltily, and he got the story out of her. He and I talked, there in the shower room. I was surprised that he did not have a problem with it. He knew she was inexperienced and appreciated her trust in me. We shook hands, and I left feeling elated.

That night, of course, was another party. Chris and I made serious eye contact through the evening, and talked under cover of the din from the speakers. Neither of us wanted the previous night to be the only time, and our eyes were direct and unabashed in our longing for each other.

It wasn't until the following weekend that we had our next opportunity. It was another party, this at an off-campus apartment. We left together, walking back to our houses. Not unusual; after all, we were all friends right? We moved slowly across the dark campus, sitting on a bench under the oak trees as we talked for a bit. Then she led me into a dormitory.

She was president of her sorority and had the key to their chapter room, which was located in the basement. I looked about for a moment, taking in the sight of a place I wasn't supposed to ever see. Then we were on each other again, dropping to our knees as we kissed. Again, her hands dropped to my pants, drawing out my stiffened penis and inhaling it as though possessed. 

She seemed even tighter than before, and was concerned for a bit that she was too small as my naked body rose over hers. Soft words from me and slow steady thrusting soon put those fears to rest. I was in her completely, my cock steel-hard and throbbing in the ultimate liquid heat of her pussy. 

I pulled her onto the couch, letting her straddle me as I rubbed the fat tip of my cock over her pussy lips. She slowly settled on me as I gripped the soft globes of her ass, squeezing them tight and feeling her muscles move under the surface. She leaned forward as she sank onto me, catching herself with every inch until she again had me buried inside her. Her breasts were in my face and I kissed underneath their pale weight, rubbing the nipples with my nose and sucking them deep and soft into my mouth. She came with a soft cry, her pussy flowing as her hips shuddered and bucked against me.

We lay on the carpet and she took me in her mouth again, facing me with her legs open for my fingers. She took my cock deeply, leaving only an inch beyond her lips as she fondled my balls. She hadn't much experience with different men, but she had learned well what she liked to do. I watched her blue eyes as her face rose and fell, her tongue licking down the underside of my shaft and concentrating on the sensitive underside of the head, looking straight back at me as her fist pumped up and down.

"If you're not careful, you're going to make me cum," I gasped.

"I want you to cum," she softly said. "I want you to cum in my mouth." Her mouth opened and she swallowed me deeply, savoring the feel of my cock between her lips. 

My hips began to buck and with a groan I exploded in her mouth, ejaculating heavily over her tongue. She swallowed and continued pumping, taking each warm jet of semen into her mouth. She kissed my cock as it slowly softened in her hand, then wormed her way back up to fall into my arms. I kissed her, and she seemed both surprised and pleased. We lay together for a while longer, making small talk and kissing. 

That was our last time together. She wanted to meet again, and we talked in private during the next party, my hands on her breasts as she sat in my lap, feeling her hard nipples through her brown sweater. But I was growing uncomfortable with continually cuckolding my friend, despite his seeming acceptance of the situation. Chris and I remained true friends for the rest of our college days, and I remain with one of the sweetest, sexiest memories I have ever known. 

* * * * *

Her hand was softly moving under the blanket, and her eyes were closed as I finished the tale. I watched in silence until she opened her eyes with a sigh and reached for her glass. 

"Such good friends," she murmured. "Some things seem to go beyond mere definitions." Her eyes met mine, direct and unafraid. "True friendship and trust. Rare and wonderful to find."

I raised my glass to her. "And worth keeping forever."



Fraternity Friendship Party



My boyfriend, Tom, invited me to a party at his fraternity house a couple weeks ago. I was there with three other girls. There must have been a dozen or more guys There was a lot of drinking, and Tom said we were going to have an initiation party for the two girls that were there for their first party. Me and one other girl. She was small and Asian, Vietnamese, maybe Korean, I think. 

First thing they said was that we both had to strip and the first one naked was the winner. I quickly pulled down my shorts and panties together and then pulled off my top while I kicked them off. The boys were cheering like crazy. The Asian girl seemed a little more timid and was definitely slower because she dropped her shorts first, then took off her top and I was already naked before she started to pull off her panties. I had no bra so I was the winner. My prize was that I got to blow them all first. The other girl had to do them second so she had to suck them all longer. 

Then they all got naked. They had a lot of different looking cocks. I sucked my first strange cock that night -- after Tom's, then 6 others! They were all beautiful there -- all just standing in a row. I sucked them all off, one by one, in just about 20 minutes. I guess I was pretty good. The Asian girl took almost an hour to finish sucking them all on their second cum, and by the time she was done, the first one was hard again and got into her from behind while she was still going down on her 7th blowjob.

The other girls at the party just loved it and watched and cheered when each guy shot his load. The guys just loved it. Afterwards, Tom and I fucked in his room, and then had a threesome with one of his friends. It was a wild night! Tom fell asleep and I had to get up and go for a pee.

I met the Asian girl in the bathroom and she said her name was Suki and she was too tired to screw anymore and needed to get some sleep somewhere so I invited her to come back with me to Tom's room. Suki laid down with me and we held each other and she went to sleep in my arms. 

When I woke up, she looked so pretty, I kissed her and she kissed me back and then kissed my tits and went down on me. I absolutely loved it. I had never had a girl do me before and it was fantastic, so I decided to do her and went right down on her tiny tight little pussy. Suki started shrieking when she came and I guess it woke Tom because pretty soon I felt someone grab my hips and looked up to see Tom getting ready to shag me from the rear. He pumped me real quick and hard and shot me full of cum in barely a minute. 

Then he told Suki to suck his cum out of me and she went down on me again. This time, Tom started playing with her tits while she ate me and then he was behind her and started shagging Suki from behind also. This time she shrieked even louder. Every time she shrieked, another brother came into the room and then he started fucking her too. 

By the time four new guys had come into the room and fucked her, Tom was hard again and wanted me to suck him off so I went down on him and then one of the other guys started shagging me from behind while I was blowing Tom. What a great bunch of guys. They were willing to share everything. 



Fraternity Gangbang Party



Living in an affluent neighborhood outside a major U.S. city is a highly respected 34 year old professional woman from the south named Cathy who has dirty blond hair, has hazel colored eyes, is 5'3" tall, weighs 143 pounds, has measurements of 41-29-38, has a work history of having been a stripper for eight years beginning in her late teens, and has a sexual history of having had sex with many guys before she got married, especially during a large fraternity gangbang while she was in college.

Cathy finished college with a bachelors degree and a masters degree, and she has been going all out in trying to leave her disgraceful past behind her and become an active and respected member of society. In recent years, she has become a member of various organizations and social groups, including a country club. She has also been advancing well in her profession, has appeared on television, and earns a very good salary. Cathy takes a lot of care with the public image that she tries to project to others.

To enhance her reputation, Cathy has deliberately tried to keep secret information about her past and the disgraceful lifestyle she led before she began her career. Accordingly, most people who know Cathy today are unaware that she came from a poor family, that she was an only child who was raised by an abusive alcoholic father after her mother died, that she was involved with drugs and sex while she was in high school and college, that she put herself through college by performing in a strip club and by providing entertainment for men at private parties, and that her lifestyle resulted in her being gangbanged by many guys during a fraternity party at the college that she attended.

In addition to the low income environment where Cathy was raised and her unhappy upbringing at home, her big tits also led to her disgraceful lifestyle. Her tits began to develop earlier than most girls, and by about the age of 13 they had become unusually large for a girl of her age. She began to attract the attention of older boys. Because of her unhappy life at home and her desire to be liked, Cathy enjoyed the attention and liked how the attention increased as her tits continued to grow larger. However, the time Cathy spent with guys and some of the sexy clothes she bought contributed to more friction with her father and made her life at home even more unhappy.

Cathy left home as soon as she graduated from high school, moved into an apartment to live with two other girls who had placed an ad seeking a third person to splint the rent, and began trying to get by as a waitress. With her new ability to wear any enticing clothes she wanted, to date whoever she wanted and to say out for as late as she wanted, Cathy's sex life increased dramatically. So did her use of drugs which at times resulted in some particularly disgraceful sexual behavior. For instance, her first experience in having sex with more than one guy at a time took place while she was high on drugs.

Eventually Cathy entered college to achieve her dream of living a better life. Because of her need for money to get by in college and to buy such things as drugs, she got a job performing in a nearby strip club. While performing in the strip club, various men made offers for her to perform at private parties. These offers led to her doing some jobs on the side to supplement her income, such as stripping and dancing nude for bachelor and other parties.

There were a number of guys at the college that Cathy attended who had seen Cathy perform at this strip club that was just down the street from the campus. Also, some of the guys on campus had attended one or more of the parities she had performed at. Many others had heard about her performing for private parties, and there were rumors that Cathy had provided sex at some of the parties. Accordingly, she especially stood out on campus as she walked to her classes, ate lunch between classes, etc.

One of the private parties Cathy performed for was at the fraternity house of one of the fraternities of this college. The year after she had performed for that fraternity party, I met one of the fraternity brothers who had attended the party and became friends with him. My friend told me about the fraternity party, and he showed me videos and some photos that had been taken during this party.

According to my friend, the fraternity decided to have this fraternity party after a second fraternity brother had dated Cathy and had had sex with her. He and the other fraternity brother who had had sex with her went to the strip club to watch her perform one evening, and they asked her if she would perform for a party that their fraternity wanted to throw at the fraternity house. Cathy was quite willing to do it for money. They agreed on a minimum amount that she was to be paid with an opportunity for her to earn more through tips. 

In preparation for this party, the fraternity prepared some invitations that listed a stripper and a gangbang as two of the activities planned. Next, the fraternity distributed the invitations to guys around campus, including to other fraternities.

Many guys attended the party, and Cathy began by putting on a strip show for them in the downstairs bar area. A large jar was placed on the bar for everyone to put money in to help pay her for the entertainment and to tip her. She went on to dance nude (except for high heeled shoes and some fishnet stockings that were attached to a garter belt around her waist) for the large crowd, serve guys drinks in the nude, pose for photos to be taken, etc. As agreed, she remained in her outfit throughout the party with her big tits and shaved cunt fully exposed.

As I watched Cathy on videotape, she appeared to enjoy entertaining the many guys and enticing them with her body at this fraternity party. She let guys feel and suck her tits, and she seemed to be as amused by it as the large crowd of guys around her who were cheering. She actually encouraged guys in the crowd to try it.

Some of the photos taken of her were with guys on either side of her holding her big tits up in their hands and with her having a smile on her face for the camera as well as doing other disgraceful things. For example, she also posed holding her tits up in her hands with different guys heads buried between her tits, with two guys at a time sucking on her nipples, and with guys licking whipping cream off her tits. In the videotape, Cathy showed appreciation as guys put money in the jar as a tip for her performing a disgraceful act for them.

According to my friend, one of the fraternity brothers eventually gave Cathy a drink that was spiked with a drug. After the drug had taken effect, two of the fraternity brothers walked Cathy upstairs to a bedroom where they were met by three more fraternity brothers. The two guys who led her upstairs were the two fraternity brothers who had dated her and who had had sex with her previously.

In the upstairs bedroom, the fraternity brothers began putting whipping cream on Cathy's tits and shaved cunt. As she had done downstairs, they got Cathy to stand holding her tits up as two guys began to lick the whipping cream off her tits for more photos to be taken. Cathy swayed a bit a she stood as if she had had too much to drink. Soon, they placed her on her back on the bed and spread her legs apart. Then, three guys began licking the whipping cream off her tits and cunt instead of just her tits. In a slurred voice, Cathy said something rather crude as they did it and as more photos were taken of her.

The three guys next began to suck Cathy's nipples and cunt and finger fuck her. Cathy drunkenly encouraged them, and she worked her hips and cunt to reciprocate in response to the pleasure she was feeling. One of the guys who she had dated approached the bed and brought his cock up to her mouth where Cathy readily took his cock in one hand and began sucking it as the two guys continued sucking her nipples and the one guy continued sucking and fingering fucking her cunt.

It was obvious that Cathy had sucked cock before, and this proceeded to one guy putting his cock in her cunt and fucking her while she continued to suck the cock that was in her mouth.

Meanwhile, a line formed outside the bedroom for other members of this fraternity to have sex with Cathy. When the guy receiving the blow job began to cum, Cathy gagged a bit but continued to suck until he had finished and had withdrawn his cock. As soon as he did so, one of the other guys in the room took his place and Cathy began sucking his cock. When the guy fucking her finished, he got up and was immediately replaced by another guy as well. Each time a guy finished having sex with Cathy, he would leave the bedroom and the next guy in line would go into the bedroom to wait his turn.

To this day, I still remember watching the start of the gangbang on videotape and noticing how actively Cathy participated. She was obviously aware she was having sex with more than one guy at a time. Every once in a while between sucking cocks, she would look at the guy fucking her, at the camera that was videotaping her, at the camera that was taking photos, or at the guys in the room who were watching and waiting their turns. Periodically she would give a smile of approval. Until her mouth apparently began to tire, Cathy did not appear to be at all concerned about giving one blow job after another as she continued to take on two guys at a time.

Watching Cathy participate in the gang bang was quite a turn on, especially with her great body, and my friend enjoyed watching with me even though he had watched the videos many times before. He admitted to me that he had initially been reluctant to have sex with Cathy with other guys in the room watching, but there was a lot of peer pressure that got him to participate. As I watched the video, I watched him fuck her while she was giving another fraternity brother a blow job. 

When the fraternity finished, they invited the other guys at the party to go upstairs to have sex with her. My friend said that, whenever it became time for a person in the hall to go into the bedroom, one of the fraternity brothers would first ask the guy to put money in a container to help pay her.

The sex went on for a long time. Cathy began to drift in and out of consciousness, and she became increasingly less able to suck cock. However, the guys continued to take turns fucking her, fondling her big tits, and sucking her nipples even after she had passed out for good.

They also did other things to Cathy while she was passed out such as binding her tits tightly with rope, shooting cum onto her face, sucking her neck and tits hard so as to leave hickies, fucking her cunt with a beer bottle and other objects, etc. Some of the fraternity brothers also had more than one turn with her.

By the time that the last guy finished, my friend said that the room reeked of the smell of cum from the used condoms in the trash can that some of the guys had worn, from the cum on the sheet, and from the cum that had gotten in Cathy's hair, on her face and on other parts of her body. They left her on the bed to sleep it off without bothering to clean her up. 

My friend said that Cathy was passed out for a long time before she eventually awoke in the bedroom and came downstairs. He said that she was upset about guys having taken advantage of her and that she cussed them out. She got them to return her clothes, got dressed without bothering to shower first or comb the dried cum out of her hair, took her money, and left the fraternity house.

Cathy wrote this fraternity party off as a bad experience and resumed going to classes and doing her other normal activities, including performing at the strip club. As time passed, she gradually heard enough details about the party from others to realize that many more guys had had sex with her than she had thought, and that there were videotapes and photos of her having sex being shown around campus. She blamed herself for what had happened, became depressed, increased her use of alcohol and drugs, and began to struggle with her grades at school. Nevertheless, she continued to work as a stripper. Cathy eventually went to counseling. 

I had not met Cathy in person before seeing her in the videotapes and photos the year after they had been taken at the party. At this point, many guys on campus had heard about the gangbang, and she was widely regarded as being a slut. Seeing Cathy in the videotapes and photos resulted in me going to the strip club to see her in person. As I watched her on stage, I noticed that she seemed to enjoy performing nude for men and enticing them with her body. After that, I began to notice her on campus sometimes.

I continued to go to the strip club to watch Cathy, and eventually I talked her into going out with me. On one of the dates, I mentioned to Cathy that she seemed to enjoy performing on stage, and she admitted that she did. In view of my interest in her body, it did not bother me that I was dating a stripper who had had sex with so many guys and who was regarded as a slut. As I had expected, the sex was great.

However, I also became attracted to Cathy's personality and eventually fell in love with her. This made the relationship much more complicated for me, and we had a number of conversations about her lifestyle and the fraternity gangbang that was common knowledge on the campus.

Cathy has always claimed to me that she has no memory of having had sex at that fraternity party. She told me that she felt very ill when she eventually awoke afterwards, and that she initially had difficulty trying to think and figure out where she was and what had happened when she found herself nude in the upstairs bedroom at the fraternity.

Cathy said that she noticed that her nipples, tits and cunt were sore and other signs of sex, but she claims that she could not remember having sex or how she got to the bedroom. Although Cathy realized that guys had had sex with her, she said that she did not know who had had sex with her or realize the extent of the sex and everything else that had happened during the time that she says was blacked out from her memory.

Cathy did remember putting on the strip show for the fraternity party, dancing nude, posing for photos, drinking and feeling drunk downstairs in the bar area, etc. However, she has always claimed that she has no memory of going upstairs to the bedroom or anything that happened in the bedroom before she woke up many hours later. To this day, Cathy believes that she had too much to drink at the party, and that guys took advantage of her while she was drunk.

Nevertheless, I have never been sure whether to believe that Cathy has no memory of any of the sex at this fraternity party. Having watched her on videotape actively participating in the gang bang at the beginning when she was obviously conscious, I have just had a hard time accepting that she can't remember anything from even the part where she was fully conscious.

Cathy finally got her bachelor's degree at the age of 26. One year later, and she got her master's degree and began the start of her professional career. That put an end to her career as a stripper. 

After Cathy had finished school and had quit stripping, I eventually married her. Cathy and I ended up moving to a different city when she got a very good offer for a new job. After moving, we have seldom seen my friends from college who had seen Cathy perform in the strip club. Cathy feels quite uncomfortable whenever we do see any of these friends as she is aware that they know about her past life and used to watch her perform at the strip club. 

To this day, Cathy's greatest fear is that someone she knows will find out about her past life, that there will be a huge scandal because of it, and she will lose her place in society that she has worked so hard to develop in recent years.

Perhaps someone Cathy knows will someday read this story about her, recognize the physical description and certain other information about her, and wonder whether the person he knows is the same person discussed in this story.



Fraternity Party Surprise



I was more than twenty years older than my girlfriend. That always bothered me, but whenever I'd mention it, Marie just say, 

"You're just being silly! Besides, I told you, I like older men." 

Still, I'd think about it. No, actually, I was brooding. I wasn't introduced to her parents. Hell, we were the same age, and Marie wasn't going to shock them anymore. (When she was seventeen, she nearly did them in by bringing home a thirty-two year old boyfriend.) Besides, she may have liked older guys, but I didn't think her friends would approve of me. She pointed out that she didn't have any friends her own age. She didn't have younger friends because they were,

"Too immature. Especially the guys! I don't feel I have to housebreak anyone. You're housebroken. You were someone else's problem." 

And she was right. Marie was always right.

Marie was socially mature way beyond her twenty-nine years, but she had a figure and freshness that made her look, well, like a teenager, at times. What a combination we made. She'd get carded and, at 52, I looked like I should get a senior discount. (She pointed out that I actually had gotten a senior rate at a motel -- I hadn't even noticed.) She seemed to think our age difference was no problem. I wondered, from time-to-time, whom else had she dated? How old were they? No matter how long we had been together, I only got a few hints about her past. I knew she kept more than a few secrets.

What did we have in common? Well, for one, we could fuck like teenagers, literally. Actually, we both fucked better than we had when we were teenagers, but the similarity was there. Fucking beyond the point that you need to fuck. Fucking until we were both sore, and then doing it some more. It was like that every time we got together. When we weren't fucking, we ate, we took in movies and we went to the theatre. We'd return satiated, but we'd fucked again anyway. We didn't see each other all that often, but it wasn't the pent-up frustration, it was just that it felt so damn good we couldn't resist. 

I thought she was a genius at lovemaking. She brought out things in me that I never knew were there. I could never quite put my finger on it. If I thought about it, I'd say that her sexual prowess was her ability to trick me. She made me feel like it was I that was seducing her -- that I could seduce her from that mature, brilliant, genius self, and bring her down to the level of animal sex. It was kind of like conking cavewoman over the head. She'd let me drag her around the bed -- hell, around the room. No piece of furniture and no part of her body went unused during sex, and she'd never say a word. She'd just get that blissful, wanton look in her eyes, and she was off in NeverNeverLand.

Was it her? Was it me? Whatever it was, I figured it was my job to get her to that point -- to the point where she let her hair down. It helped when I would take her away for a few days at a time. I was more comfortable out-of-town. She probably was, too. We could let the inhibitions go, you know, go to places where no one knew us. Where we could do anything. Over time, we seemed to be pursuing a theme of visiting old haunts: Other places that she had lived, cities where she had worked, where she went to school -- that sort of thing. I wanted to know about her. Where did she come from? What was her past? How did she come to be who she was? 

Her youthful appearance had made a trip back to her college town a must-do for me. In anticipation of the trip, I had savored the fantasy of her as the nubile coed, me the horny professor. We actually took that trip, but as you'll see, it turned out quite differently than I had expected. Apparently, Marie had her own fantasies. It hadn't occurred to me that, if she had always been with older guys, then she hadn't really experienced younger guys. But she was about to.

We took the trip to her college town. I booked a room at a hotel on the edge of campus adjacent to the stately old sorority and fraternity houses. In that sense, it wasn't nostalgic. Neither she, nor I, could ever have afforded such digs, nor had we fraternized with students. She had worked throughout college, and she had gotten out of the dormitory within her first six-months. But, now, we walked the campus, we visited the theatre, the library, and the commons as if we were back in the old days. We'd return to the hotel and we'd do our usual fucking, although there was nothing usual about it. It was fucking intense. As I said, the more we did it, the more we wanted. 

We needed a breather. We went to a movie. As we returned home, I noted that it was Friday, and that we had barely seen any students. They weren't in the library. There were only a few on campus. They weren't at the movies.

"Where are they?" I asked.

"Students don't go to school on Fridays anymore. Thursday night starts the weekend partying."

"Ah! That's what the whooping and hollering was last night."

As we turned the corner toward our hotel, I heard it again. People were coming and going into the frat houses. There were sounds of parties inside. I liked the atmosphere of people enjoying themselves. I made a suggestion,

"Let's join a party. Why not? We were here to play, after all." 

I didn't think she'd do it. Although I might barge in uninvited, it wasn't Marie's style. Still, I liked the idea. I knew I might look too old, but I figured she'd be my passport. They'd never know how old she was. 

Marie just laughed and said, 

"I'd need some rum!" 

The hotel was quiet -- except for us. (I'd hate to be adjacent to our room in the middle of the night.) The noise outside got louder as the night got longer, but it was never obnoxious. It was actually quite a turn-on for me -- the thought of all those people getting drunk and getting laid. 

Marie wasn't in the same mood. She was getting grouchy. We made love anyway, but we didn't fall asleep. I didn't know what to do to shake her out of her mood. I didn't know if it was something I had done, or something I hadn't done. I suggested, feebly, that we could get up and check out the nearest party. 

That's when she said, in a pouting tone of voice, 

"It's not nice of you to take your girlfriend to a party without getting her drunk first!" 

I see! She knows more about the etiquette of coed dating than I do. 

"Ah, the rum! I didn't get you any rum." 

I hadn't taken her request seriously. I hadn't put two-and-two together, but I knew how to handle a situation like this. No apology would do. Nope. I just put on my clothes and said,

"I'll be right back."

I walked -- no, I sprinted -- the few blocks to a liquor store that we had passed. I got rum. I vaguely remembered her mentioning rum and cokes from her college days, and I threw a 6-pack in the basket. I was back in the hotel in a jiffy. 

She was impressed. And she drank. I knew from experience that she tended to drink in moderation, so I mixed the first drink half-and-half. It was foul (I couldn't drink it) but Marie said, to my surprise, 

"The second drink won't be so bad." 

I thought: You little vixen! You do know how to get yourself drunk. What else do you know? What secrets would a little drunkenness unlock, I wondered.

Three drinks almost finished the half-pint, and I had barely touched it. She was going to be more than just a little drunk, and I was going to be sober. I wanted to keep my wits about me. This was getting interesting -- very unlike her to let her hair down in public, but that was the point, right? Marie said, 

"We'd better go while I can still walk." 

It wasn't a long walk. The house just two doors over had the door open and people came and went freely. We walked right in. No one blinked. I felt right at home. At first, it was like any party I'd ever been to. People were standing around in every room of the house. People were going back and forth to get drinks. There was plenty of beer, wine, and hard liquor -- whatever your tastes. There were relatively few women, I noticed, but the ones that were there were loud and having fun with all the male attention. I pointed this out to my girlfriend as we stood in the crowded room. 

"More guys than gals, eh? More fun for you," I joked.

Marie just nodded as she surveyed the room. The room was very crowded. Guys came by and jostled us as they tried to move through the crowd without spilling their drinks. Eventually, someone spilled some down the back of her dress. She shrugged, and said, 

"It'll wash right out." 

Ah, it hadn't bothered her! She was in a good mood. I told her that I'd get us some drinks. She said, 

"I don't need anymore." 

"Just to hold in our hands," I said. 

"Good idea," she yelled over the surrounding noise. 

I asked the guys next to us to point the way. They were slow to grasp the question. Like, this was a Fraternity, who-the-hell wouldn't know where the liquor was? (And, they were probably thinking, who-the-hell was this gray-haired guy, anyway.) They started checking out Marie. I was irrelevant. I headed off for the drinks. 

You meet interesting people in unexpected places. There was a guy serving drinks, but it was an open bar -- he just liked to act like a bartender. He was good at the patter. I wasn't drunk like the others, and that gave him the opportunity to showoff to someone that could appreciate his wit and skill. He latched on to me like we had known each other for years.

By the time I broke away and returned with the drinks, I had lost my landmarks. People had shifted places, no one was in the same spot. In fact, no one looked familiar. Above all, I had lost Marie. She was not in the middle of the room. I circulated with the two drinks in hand. Nowhere to be found! On the other hand, there were lots of places to check out. She couldn't have gone far. I checked the porch. She might have been uncomfortable alone, and she might have gone outside to wait for me. Not on the porch. I lingered there in case she was on the lawn and could see me but I couldn't see her. Nothing. I went inside. 

A woman said, in a sexy voice, 

"Is that for me?" 

I realized that she meant the drink. I said, graciously, 

"Yes," and I handed it to her. 

I wanted to give her both of them. I kept moving, but she grabbed my sleeve, and said, 

"Wait!" 

I kept going. I was a little desperate now to find my Marie. I knew she'd be pissed that I was gone that long. I checked each room in an efficient manner. My head was clear. I was getting more and more certain that she wasn't there. I re-entered the main room. 

"Who are you looking for?" 

It was the young woman -- the girl that I had given a drink to. I said that I was looking for my girlfriend. 

"What's her name?" she asked. 

I thought to myself, no one knows our names, how will that help? I asked some guys around me if they had seen the girl I came with. They gave me a look, like, what a dumbfuck! When I repeated my request, both of them began to gesture as they looked around them. One of them said, 

"Most of the girls are already busy upstairs." 

It made the "girls" sound like prostitutes. Maybe they were. It took me a moment, but I figured out what they meant. If there were no girls down here, it meant they were upstairs with their dates in the bedrooms fucking their brains out. But where was my girlfriend Marie?

"What's her name?" 

The bimbo was talking to me again.

"Marie," I said, just to get her off my back. 

"She's upstairs," she said matter-of-factly. 

I said, sarcastically, "Yeah, riiight!" 

She said, "No, really." She was serious. 

I got serious. Now, I felt guilty for ignoring this Good Samaritan. 

"She was talking to a couple of guys and I heard her say that her name was Marie." 

"Thanks," I said, and I began to head off. 

For the second time that night, she grabbed my sleeve. I thought: I'm really being a prick, and this woman is clearly attracted to me or she is trying to help me, or both. She said, 

"I'll go with you!" 

That statement gave me a sense of foreboding. It made the upstairs sound like an ominous place: A place where you needed company. One did not go up there alone, and she was willing to accompany me. And there was a sexual charge to it, too. 

She was physically close to me as we climbed the stairs. I began to notice that she was cute, she was confident, and that she was definitely a coed. This was her territory, her environment, and she had latched on to me. I was aware that we looked like a couple as far as anyone down below was concerned. She was might have well have been my date. Others would assume that we were going upstairs to fuck. It didn't mean anything to them. It was just what people do. Better introduce myself.

"By the way, my name is ..."

She interrupted and finished my sentence for me, "Mr. Buckley, I know, from the hotel down the street. I'm Deirdre."

Huh? Where did she pick that up from? Deirdre and I were now halfway up the stairs. I realized that Marie had climbed these stairs with two guys, not just one guy. She was one up on this girl. Then it hit me. Marie went up these stairs with two guys and they probably had the same idea as this girl. They were going up to fuck! I picked up my speed. 

Deirdre said, 

"Wait up!" 

At the top of the stairs I was again confronted with the fact that it was a large house, only these weren't open rooms. There were closed doors everywhere. I went down a corridor. I must have looked confused. Fortunately, Deirdre wasn't. She said, 

"We have to find a room," and she opened the nearest door, looked, closed it, and opened the next door. 

I did the same, only I was looking for my Marie, whereas Deirdre seemed to be looking for an available bed. She found one, and said, 

"Here!" 

I looked in and I saw a bed. Only one-half of it was unoccupied. The other half, and most of the furniture in the room, was populated by naked sweaty men and women in various sexual poses. The room smelled wonderfully like sex. No one seemed to notice that the door was open, or to notice our stares. I backed out of the room. Deirdre gave me a look, like: What's wrong with you? I hated to disappoint her, but I had to say it: 

"I want to find my girlfriend." 

As it turned out, my apologetic feeing was misplaced. Her eyes widened, and she said, 

"Sure!" like she had just agreed to a threesome. 

I thought, life is strange. I couldn't arrange a threesome if I tried. Now, I had a willing woman, and I was too distracted to use her. More importantly, easily thirty minutes had transpired since I last saw Marie. I was beginning to worry that she might have left, and I was concerned that she would be scared or really pissed off. 

Deirdre started opening and closing doors with zeal. She opened another door and went inside. This time she didn't come out. I went in. It took a bit for my eyes to adjust to the dim light. Deirdre, fully clothed, was right in front of me, but she was in an embrace with a naked guy. To the side, Marie, stark naked, was lying on a bed with two guys, one of whom was pounding the shit out of her pussy. I was astounded. A startling new side to Marie -- and quite unsettling. I started over there in a hurry. Deirdre grabbed me for the third time that evening, and I finally got the message: Listen to her. 

Deirdre disengaged from the naked guy and she started undressing me. Ah, when in Rome do as the Romans do. She held my cock as she pulled down my pants. She kneeled and sucked on my cock as she pulled down my underwear. Hmm, Marie isn't the only woman that likes older guys, I thought. My cock was being sucked with relish. I was in heaven. She sucked it deep. She sucked it slow. She sucked it fast. I'd describe Deirdre's attention as worship. I thought: What's the attraction for young women? I hope it isn't Daddy's cock that they're sucking! Whatever it was, I was getting drawn into it. I tried to keep an eye on Marie, but I was getting lost in the deliciousness of this bitch's mouth.

Now, another similarity was apparent between my new date and my girlfriend: They were both on their knees servicing a guy. Deirdre was letting me fuck her wet, sloppy mouth and, now Marie was on her knees sucking off a guy sitting on a chair next to the bed. (I think it was the other guy -- they all looked the same to me.) 

One guy was rolling off the bed while another guy (a third guy!) was getting on the bed. That guy reached from the bed and tugged at Marie gesturing toward his hard-on. She started to get up, but the guy in the chair grabbed her head and held his cock in her mouth. Marie hates to have her head held when she's giving head, but that guy couldn't have known that. Her hands went around the base of his cock to keep it from going down her throat. Despite her efforts, that cock was jabbing pretty far in. At one point, she gagged, and then she pulled back violently and said, "Gak!" 

It didn't faze the guy. He had her head bobbing on his cock again. Her initial discomfort seemed to give way under his guidance. Marie started to look remarkably comfortable and compliant while this guy fucked her mouth. She said "Gak!" every once in a while, but it looked like she was just as intent as he was to keep that cock in her mouth -- she just didn't want it too far back in her throat.

Meanwhile, for me, it felt like Deirdre actually did have my cock down her throat. I looked down and saw her lips down to my pubic hair, and her face was tight against my belly. She didn't move for a long time. She hummed. Interesting, I thought. I hadn't asked her to do that. She did it because she wanted to. Then I thought I saw fingers in her hair. It wasn't a hallucination. The naked guy behind her held her head in his hands. 

I realized, belatedly, that he had been forcing her head to bob up and down on my cock and down her throat while I had been looking over at Marie. He had held Deirdre's mouth down to my pubics! I looked at him, and he looked at Marie, and then down at Deirdre, and he grinned. I think he would have given me the thumbs up sign, but he never took his hands off Deirdre's head. Instead, he started moving her head faster and faster. A guy was jerking me off using some bimbo's head! This was unreal. And then he stopped, but, fortunately, Deirdre kept going. She was going for my cum, and she could probably tell it wasn't far away. 

The naked guy moved off toward the action on the bed. I thought: He's going to screw Marie, but, no, he went behind her. Then, like with Deirdre, he grabbed Marie's head and started forcing her mouth up and down on the seated guy's cock. Uh-oh, I thought, she's not going to like that!

I know my girlfriend, and I know that she'd get her hands around that cock real fast so that she didn't get choked. He was shoving her so hard, though, it looked like her mouth was getting forced over her own hand. She took her hands away and put them on the guy's legs to steady herself as she tried to get up. The naked guy shoved her head down again. This time the cock must have gone down her throat, because there was no place else for it to go. My girlfriend looked ridiculous: Throat and mouth pinned on a cock, butt up in the air, legs trying to stand. Marie convulsed. She came up for air and spluttered. Her head was shoved down again. More convulsing. Up again. More spluttering. 

The naked guy was in camaraderie with the guy on the chair: He was doing this for the guy's pleasure -- just as he had for me -- he didn't care about Marie's discomfort. He said something to the other guy, like: 

"Nothing like the sensation of girl-twitch while you cum!" 

Marie was half kneeling, half standing when the guy seated before her started to cum. He didn't cum in her throat because she had come up for air at the same time that the guy was cumming. He shot a long arc, as only a young guy can. As it landed, a thick white line stretched across her nose, touched one eyebrow, continued across her forehead, over the top of her head, down the back of her hair, and onto her shoulder blades. I know she doesn't like cum on her face. She winced and she screwed up her face. She shut her eyes tightly. She reacted vocally, but it was hard to describe the sounds that she made as the hot cum landed on her. But she didn't move. She just kind of froze and took that spray of cum. That surprised me, but then again, a lot of things she was doing tonight surprised me.




Fraternity Party Surprise



Now, next to having her head held while giving head, Marie hates to have cum on her face. Next to that, she hates to have cum in her hair. My girlfriend wasn't having a good day. But now, the guy on the bed yanked her off her knees and onto the bed. He put her on top of him and he was in her in a shot. She yelped, but she was soon bouncing up and down on top of him while he slammed it all the way in and all the way out. I thought: She fits right in, now. She's like any other girl in the room: Cum on her, cum in her, and she's still ready to be fucked by anyone in the room. I began to notice that there were three of them: The girl off to the side, Marie on the bed, and Deirdre still on her knees in front of me. The guys seemed to change positions frequently, but the women stayed where they were, except to get rolled over, put on top, put on their knees, etc. This was a new experience for me, and I was getting into it. They were fuck toys for us guys. I was surprised that Marie was into it.

Every hole in every woman got used. I noticed that condoms were in abundance, and the used ones were piling up on the floor. I reached for the bowl, and fumbled to get one on. I started fucking Deirdre's cunt while she was on her hands and knees. It couldn't have been all that comfortable for her because we were on the floor and not on a bed, but it afforded me the view of a lifetime. I looked across Deirdre's small firm ass and watched Marie in action, and I saw her like I had never seen her before. Marie never gave any indication that she saw me. She was so deeply into the fucking that she was getting that she seemed oblivious to everything. That kind of bothered me. So disconnected. So animal-like. (I guess I only liked that in her when it was with me.)

The naked guy (they were all naked, but he was the first that I saw, so he was the "naked guy" to me) climbed onto the bed while Marie was atop the other guy. He looked over at me for approval (considerate guy that he was) while maneuvering his cock toward the moving target of Marie's asshole. She can't do anal without lube, and I mean she can't do it without lots and lots of lube. 

I must have looked panicked as my eyes searched the room. I was kind of feeling responsible for getting her into this situation, and I really didn't want her to get hurt. I had seen the bowl of condoms passing around, but where was the lube? 

The naked guy was way ahead of me. The lube was in his hand. I looked down at the tube and nodded to him. He acknowledged, and he squirted it into his palm, and then around his cock. I gestured at Marie, and he understood. He squirted out some more and smeared it on her asshole. 

Marie stiffened and looked back. She tried to squirm forward. By now, she should have been used to it. These guys got what they wanted, and they got forceful when there was resistance. 

He grabbed her shoulders, and he pulled her back and down. She was impaled on his cock. It was so slippery it had gone straight up her ass to the hilt without stopping. The other guy was still deep in her cunt. She looked so small between these bulky, oversexed guys. She arched her back and raised her butt in an effort to get off the spear that had suddenly goosed her. She said, "Fuck" but it was drawn out and almost unintelligible -- it was more like, "I'm fucked" and a sigh of resignation mixed together. Her attempts to get off his cock were futile. Worse yet, they seemed to result in what looked like a shuddering orgasm. My god, she had an orgasm before the two guys had even begun their thrusting. I thought: My girlfriend is one sexy bitch! I was proud of her, but I was also angry that she was so disconnected from me. I was getting confused. 

The guys started pounding in an out of both of Marie's holes. Was she getting used, or was she into this? I couldn't tell. Marie collapsed on the guy below. The naked guy now had even better access to her ass, and he plowed away. Marie was yelling, but I could barely hear her. Deirdre was yelling. Everyone seemed to be yelling. I yelled, but I yelled for the lube. Deirdre was fucking tight, and I wanted lotion. I also wanted to fuck her in the ass like Marie was getting it. The naked guy thought I meant for my girlfriend to get lubed again. He pulled out of her ass and he lubed himself. Marie's asshole did not close. Her asshole was agape. What a sight! I thought: Shit! Would it ever be the same? 

He lubed Marie's asshole, only he didn't use one finger. He didn't use two fingers. He might have used more than three fingers. It looked like he was trying to fist her asshole. That must have been painful no matter how stretched out and lubed up she was, but she didn't moan any differently. The ring of her ass got larger and larger. It may have been as pleasurable as it was painful, I just couldn't tell from her reaction. He was pleased, though. He'd stop and look over at me, like: See? See what I just did to this bitch's ass? Only that bitch happened to be my girlfriend. But that lurid scene was short-lived, and he went back to stuffing her ass with his cock. 

She turned her head on the mattress. Now, I could see her face. Her mouth was open and she let out one long groan with each repeated thrust. Her eyes were open, but they didn't look anywhere. I hoped she was alright. I hoped she'd recover. And then, she did an unexpected thing, she reached back and separated her ass cheeks. If that wasn't slutty enough, what she did next was pure whore: She grabbed his cock with one hand, and she started pumping on the shaft. She was literally jerking this guy off into her asshole. I thought to myself, I've got to ask her about this one. Where the hell did she learn that? 

The tube of lube finally came around to me. I used it as fast as I could, and I jammed myself up my Deirdre's butt. It seemed to make no difference to her: Ass, cunt, mouth -- just stick it in and saw away. Come to think of it, I didn't feel a difference either. I wondered: What happened to the days when a girl's ass was so much tighter than her cunt? I guess with lots use, it works out the same. 

As I sawed away at Deirdre's butt, I got more and more turned on. Ass fucking is such a charge for me! I was turned on by seeing Marie service these guys. I liked watching her jerk a guy off, trying to get him to toss in her ass while I wailed away on this coed's ass. Curiously, I found that I was also a little pissed off at my girlfriend, too. This was a side of Marie that I hadn't dreamt was there. I had real mixed feelings about this. I pounded Deirdre's asshole extra-specially hard -- not that she seemed to notice. 

Marie's handjob was working wonders, and I watched the naked guy cum in her ass. That slowed him down, and he kind of froze with his cock up her butt. Marie shivered and she probably came again when she felt the squirt up her butt (she usually does), but then she looked uncomfortable. I know from experience that she doesn't like the full feeling in her ass from a cock that isn't moving. I think she really hates feeling controlled by a cock in her ass. This was partly why I was pissed off. She was letting herself get controlled in a big way by this guy's big cock. But it was also very exciting for me to see. 

While it was exciting, I wasn't even close to cumming. When I was younger, I would have cum in an instant from such excitement, but I'm older, and I don't cum as fast anymore. I kept sawing away at this poor bitch's asshole, but if Deirdre was uncomfortable, she never gave any indication. There was something remarkable about this woman.

The naked guy spanked Marie on the rear, making her jump in surprise or pain. It kind of woke her up, too. She came out of her daze, and she must have felt his cock rip out of her asshole as she felt his weight lift off her back. She started to roll over, disengaging the other guy from her cunt, and she flopped onto her back. 

She wouldn't have seen the fourth guy coming toward her, but I saw him. He was a black guy and he was built like a linebacker. He had been with the girl across the room, but he had also been watching my girlfriend's butt fucking with great interest, and now he was coming toward her. It was like he had been waiting for his turn, and now he grabbed Marie roughly and pulled her to him. 

He wrapped his arms all the way around her and she looked tiny and scared in his embrace. She was completely at his mercy. She looked up at him with a wary eye. He picked her up as if she were light as a feather. He seemed to be trying to maneuver her onto his cock. He swung around and dropped her onto a chair. It made a beautiful sight: A naked, white, long-limbed beauty on a brown leather, wing-backed chair, and a huge black cock poised in front of her. She was watching, warily, wondering what he would do next. He grabbed her legs and pushed them back. She hooked her own legs within her arms and she looked like some Hindu deity with contorted limbs and sex prominently presented. There was a worried look upon her face, but it was also the look of passion. The look said: That cock is going to hurt, but I can hardly wait for the orgasm that it will surely bring. 

He kneeled in front of the chair. He grabbed his cock, and he rubbed it up and down, gathering her juices from her cunt to her asshole. He didn't have a condom on. This was going to be different. It must have felt like silk. She must have noticed that he didn't have a condom. With just her own juices and the lubrication from his pre-cum, he slowly inserted his cock inside her. If my eyes hadn't seen it make the journey from glans to hilt, I could have followed its progress by listening to Marie cry out. If there had been any doubt about which hole he entered, it was answered by her vocalizations. She made a sharp intake of breath and a sound of surprise. I heard an, "Oh!" followed by a long crescendo of hissing. It ended in a sharp, "Ah!" as he bottomed out. Marie makes the most guttural sounds when she's getting screwed in the ass, and there was no doubt from the sounds that she made that this position had afforded him deep access to her ass. It made sense, in a way, because her ass was now as stretched out as her cunt. The problem was the position, for two somewhat contradictory reasons.

One, Marie has a very sensitive G-spot and, as I learned from experience, you could hit her G-spot from inside her ass when in that position. That was the good point. Two, my girlfriend hates to look at you while she's getting fucked in the ass. I don't know why, perhaps something about vulnerability, control, and domination. She just hates it. She'd rather look down at the mattress. Now, guy four was up her butt, hitting her G-spot like there was no tomorrow, that was good, but he was looking her straight in the eye, that was bad. Worse yet, he was telling her all the things she was probably thinking (or, at least, that I was thinking.)

"You little whore. You like cock up your ass, don't you? How's this feel? Come on baby, cum from your ass fuck like a stuck pig." 

The last one was another on the list of no-no's for my girlfriend. No defamation. No denigration. Too late for that now. Boy, was I going to pay for this tomorrow! On the other hand, fuck her! I was mad at her. I liked the fuck that Deirdre was giving me, but what Marie was doing was bothering me. I couldn't take my eyes off Marie. Marie averted her eyes. She looked away. She looked down. She must have seen the guy's long, unsheathed cock sliding slowly in and out of her ass. She seemed mesmerized. She emitted one long groan after another. It was plaintive. His face wasn't far from hers. Then, her eyes lifted slightly, and she locked her gaze on him. Now, I thought, she's going to put two-and-two together. The cussing and defamation that was coming out of his mouth, the cock that was invading her very bowels -- that was his cock -- and she was getting used, and she was powerless. But she didn't look away. That was so unlike her. And he must have cum a lot already or he had exceptionally good control, because I came before he did. He was relentless in fucking her. I think I came more because of the erotic sight of Marie getting ass fucked in that position than from the sensation of fucking Deirdre's cunt-like asshole. 

Marie, meanwhile, got that bulging veined, red-faced, anxious look that precedes her most intense orgasms. She let go of her legs, and she grabbed him by the neck and shoulders. It was a combination of pushing him off, holding him in place, and pulling him toward her all at the same time. He froze at just the wrong time for her (probably just the right time for him.) Her butt began to make rapid, repetitive, involuntary thrusts. It looked like the abdomen of a wasp stinging. She was giving herself a big anal orgasm. Her mouth fell open, and she gasped for air. She fell forward, and slumped limply into his arms. He did an amazing thing: He used one arm to casually push her to the back of the chair, and then he resumed his leisurely fuck of her ass while she lay there half-conscious. He had stayed hard after he came. I don't know how or why it all stopped. At some point, I was getting back into my clothes. Marie hadn't moved from the chair, and she was still naked. Deirdre was dressed again, and the guys were in various states of dress. They looked like they were about to leave. Deirdre said, 

"What about her?" 

I said, "She's not going to be able to walk." 

I meant that she was too drunk and too fucked-out to walk, but my Deirdre took it a different way and said, 

"Well, at least she's going to be walking really, really funny tomorrow," and she snickered fiendishly. 

Obviously, she was referring to the extensive ass fucking that Marie had taken. I looked around and asked a couple of guys to help me get her to the hotel next door. She was still naked, and that seemed to sweeten the deal. With lots of fondling of her body, we got her clothes halfway on and they carried her down the stairs and out to the street. Deirdre said, 

"It's this way." 

How did she know so much, I wondered? She was a lot sharper than I had originally thought. 

When we got to the hotel, I realized I hadn't the foggiest notion where my room key was. The young woman that pulled the nightshift was obviously a student. They all seemed to know her, and she knew them. She said, dryly, 

"Who's the whore?" referring to Marie. 

I came up from behind and asked for my room key. The clerk said, 

"Oh! Sorry," after she figured out to whom she was speaking. 

I looked at my girlfriend in the arms of two college students, cum glued in her hair, and I stammered, 

"No apology needed." 

Deirdre was alert. She grabbed the room key and directed the guys toward the stairs and right up to the room. 

"I work here part-time," she said. 

I thought to myself: Just what kind of work do you do here? Was she a college-aged whore? 

She opened the door and we piled into the, now, too small room. My girlfriend was thrown on the bed. I had expected everyone to leave. No one moved. It was weird. Was I supposed to tip them? Deirdre figured it out, and said, 

"You can fuck her once, and then you have to go." 

No one said anything. They just pulled down their pants while Deirdre started to undress Marie. First one, and then the other fucked her. The second said, 

"No sloppy seconds," and he turned her over and unceremoniously fucked her ass. 

It was a gratuitous gesture. The sloshing sounds that emanated from either hole gave ample evidence that she had been soundly fucked in every hole all night long. I thought Marie had been asleep, but the minute he entered her ass, she reached behind, clamped her hand around his cock and did that jerk off thing. The guy came quickly with that treatment. Who wouldn't? The first guy was so impressed watching her jerk the other guy off into her asshole that he started jerking his own cock. He tried getting it into her mouth, but the angle was bad, and Marie was thrashing around, so he ended up painting her face with his cum. She tried to dodge the splattering cum, and a lot of it dripped down her jaw and on to the silk blouse that was now pushed up around her neck.

The guys left, and I wondered why Deirdre was still there, until she spoke up and said, 

"Can I eat her out?" 

Oh, right: Her eyes had brightened earlier when she thought I was talking about a threesome. Bit of a lezzy in her, isn't there? I didn't say a word (my girlfriend would have killed me if I had given permission.) I just waved her on. Deirdre ate out Marie with relish. It would never have been to my taste, but, after nibbling and licking on her clit, she started sucking and scooping Marie's cunt with her tongue. I was beginning to realize that Deirdre had been taking charge all night. At one point she commanded me, 

"Help roll her over," and then she gave Marie's asshole the same treatment as her cunt. 

I wish my girlfriend had been awake to experience the rim job, but she didn't seem to be. My date left, and said, cryptically, 

"I'll see you tomorrow."

Marie and I said little to each other the next morning. There was some reference to what happen, like, "I'm sore in places I've never felt before," and "That was quite a party," but, fortunately, there was no rebuking and no regrets. She didn't mention anything about the girl-on-girl event. I kind of figured she knew. Even though she had looked unconscious, she had known just what to do when the last guy was fucking her ass. I figured she was just too embarrassed about the girl going down on her and she didn't want to mention it. I didn't know if she knew that I had screwed Deirdre, so I didn't bring it up. I was curious about her hand jobs while they were fucking her ass, but I didn't bring that up either. 

We showered and got our stuff together to check out of the hotel. We didn't fuck for the first time in a long time. I hadn't fucked Marie at the party either, but I was pretty satiated, and I assumed she was, too. Something was changed between us. I still had mixed feelings of awe and anger over what I had seen. It was a side of Marie that I had never seen before, but that's what I had wanted, wasn't it?

I left a double size tip for the maid. The room probably smelled like a whorehouse. Marie and I hadn't showered before we slept. She had oozed copious amounts of cum all night long. Worse yet, the cum, mixed with god-knows-what-else, had oozed from her loose ass and it had stained the sheets. (I knew, because I had rolled over on to an enormous, cold wet spot at some point in the middle of the night.) 

We got down to the lobby and my "date" from the night before greeted us from behind the counter with a cheery, 

"Good morning! Checking out?" 

Well, Deirdre did work there after all! I signed everywhere that she pointed to, and I started to give her a tip.

"No tip necessary for the management, but we have something special for your lady friend!" 

I couldn't imagine what she meant, but she said to Marie in formal tones, 

"Come this way." 

I started to follow them around the counter, but Deirdre -- now very much the clerk, said, 

"Wait right there sir, this is for the lady." 

My god she was a controlling freak! Feeling like an idiot, I stayed at the counter. She took Marie into what looked like the baggage room, and she closed the door. 

They were gone longer than I expected. In fact, they didn't come out. I went to the door, and I could hear an excited voice, very commanding in tone. What was going on in there? I opened the door and stepped inside. Apparently, that was okay with Deirdre, or should I say, with the Mistress Deirdre, because that's the way she was acting. She had Marie sitting in a chair. Marie's arms seemed to be bound behind her but, actually, it was just that her shirt was pulled down across the back of the chair and it immobilized her arms. The front was unbuttoned. Her bra was pushed up. No, it must have been pushed down, because Marie's tits were sticking out like they never had before. They were swollen and red and they poked out as if "offered" to the Mistress. 




Fraternity Party Surprise



Mistress Deirdre was now barking commands at Marie like a drill sergeant. Marie wasn't saying a word -- a sure sign that she was turned on. What happened next really surprised me. Mistress Deirdre slapped Marie's titties really hard several times. Marie didn't say a word, but she jumped and wiggled her legs and her butt on the chair. The Mistress Deirdre taunted, 

"Does that you turn you on, whore?" 

The flushing on Marie's neck and chest answered louder than words. Mistress Deirdre looked sideways at me, while saying to Marie, 

"The old fart is here, and it's time to go." 

Then, while looking Marie straight in the eye, she said to me, 

"She's going to want you to bring her back to me, and you know where to find me." 

I had greatly underestimated this woman, and now I wasn't going to doubt anything else that she said. I said, 

"Okay. I understand. I've got it. We've got to go." 

Deirdre grabbed and pinched Marie's tits really hard. She pulled Marie by the tits, forcing her to half-rise from the chair. She planted a big fat wet kiss on Marie's mouth. It lasted longer than I would have liked. It was a French kiss. Marie's tongue was obviously moving around inside the other woman's mouth. I was beginning to think that I didn't know Marie at all.

Deirdre followed the kiss with a unexpected slap across Marie's face. Deirdre untangled the shirt from Marie's hands, and helped her to stand. Marie looked embarrassed. Her shirt was open and her tits were sticking out. Marie just stood there with a meek expression on her face, as if she needed permission to dress herself. "Mistress Deirdre" returned to her "clerk" persona, and said, 

"I hope you both enjoyed your stay here. Please let us know if there is anything else we can do to make your next stay more hospitable." 

It was clear that she wasn't going to touch Marie now that she was back in the clerk mode again, but she got in one more dig. With an officious and snooty tone of voice she said, 

"You might want to use the lavatory to get the cum stains out of your blouse and to freshen up before your journey," and she looked straight at Marie's bare, reddened chest. 

She turned on her heel, and left the room. I didn't know what to do. You could cut the tension with a knife. Deirdre as the mistress/clerk had squished Marie beneath her foot. This was so unlike anything I had ever seen in Marie. I followed Deirdre, and I left Marie alone to "freshen up." I felt badly. Marie came out a few minutes later. Her bloused was buttoned but, of course, the dried cum spots were still there. Her face was red. It looked like she had cried. She didn't look at us. Her lips trembled. She looked embarrassed, shy, and humiliated. We left without saying anything.

I didn't know what to think or feel, but I got the impression that I had just started something that had unintended consequences. I felt unsettled. Last night I had watched Marie, my innocent girlfriend, get used like a whore. Worse yet, I had seen her act like a whore. (What was with that jerking off action?) Clearly, Marie was not innocent. She had more experience with guys than I had assumed. And, now, there was this Dom/Sub stuff with a woman. Was she bi-sexual or was she just generally sexy? We drove home, mostly in silence, but those questions were on my mind. I had no idea what was going through Marie's head. When I dropped her off, I got emboldened, and I said, 

"Looks like I know where I'm taking you for our next getaway!" 

Her face reddened. I thought she might have been really angry at me, but she wasn't, it was a sexual flush. She looked down, and she said in that singsong voice of hers, 

"That would be nice!"

We were definitely into new territory. As I drove away, I wondered about what was in store for us ahead. My mind boggled at the prospect. I had wondered about her secrets, but this trip had only increased my awe of Marie and her hidden past. Now, I had renewed interest to find out more -- I promised myself that I'd ask her, but I knew now that that I had to be prepared to accept the answers. Meanwhile, I had a lot of memories to savor! 



Fraternity Slut



College was great! High school sucked. And Sam was glad to leave it behind. He had been an awkward boy in high school. Short and skinny - only five-six and a hundred ten pounds - and pimply-faced, he had never been able to attract the hot girls that the jocks were able to get. But things began to change when he hit his eighteenth birthday shortly after graduation. The pimples cleared up over the summer allowing him to feel better about his appearance. He still wasn't able to grow a mustache or beard; all the men in his family seemed to have that problem. 

But there were more girls here at State U. and he was able to attract some decent looking babes who didn't seem to mind his boyish looks. He had only been here for two weeks and he had already had a couple of dates. And he had lost his virginity over the weekend with a decent looking young freshman girl. Yes, things were definitely looking up.

Sam was also making friends with the guys on campus. His roommate was a bit of a geek, but okay and they were getting along just fine. Sam had been a loner in high school. None of the boys there really seemed interested in being his friend, but now he had even made friends with a sophomore, Kyle, who was in one of his history classes. Kyle was a year older than Sam and much more experienced and savvy about the workings of campus life. It didn't hurt that the girls on campus were drawn to Kyle. He was a good looking guy. His six foot frame was sleek and muscular and he moved with a subtle grace that attracted attention. Sam figured it couldn't hurt to hang around with a guy who was a chick magnet.

And Kyle lived in a frat house on campus. Sam figured he could get to know the guys in the house and maybe even pledge the frat when he was eligible. He had readily accepted Kyle's invitation to check out the frat house. Kyle had given him the grand tour and then led Sam to his room. It wasn't a real big room, but it was nice. Kyle had locked the door to give them some privacy. There was only one chair in the room, which Kyle currently occupied. Sam sat on the bed as Kyle imparted his accumulated wisdom of life on campus.

"So, did you score big with Debbie on Saturday?" Kyle inquired.

"Yeah, she was great. We went all the way."

"Cool. Was that your first time?"

"Well . . ."

"It's okay if it was. Don't be self-conscious about it." Kyle said.

"Well, yeah, it was my first time. And it was really great. I think I'll probably see her again real soon."

"I wouldn't get too attached too quickly, if I were you." Kyle counseled. "There's a lot of folks out there to have sex with. Take advantage of that and broaden your experience horizon."

"That sounds reasonable." Sam said.

"The college years are the time for experimenting and finding yourself. You should be open to all the opportunities available to you."

"Like what?"

"Like being open to more than just the plain vanilla stuff."

"I'm not sure I'm following you." Sam said.

"Like on Saturday I was at a party. Everyone was drinking and having a good time when these two girls standing in the corner started making out. It was really hot! They were kissing and feeling each other up and didn't really give a shit about who was watching."

"Wow, that's hot." Sam replied.

"Damn straight it was." Kyle answered. "You just need to be open to opportunities to explore your sexuality and discover what you like, what turns you on."

"You don't mean experimenting with boys, do you?" Sam asked incredulously.

"Why not?"

"Well, isn't that kind of perverted?"

"Do you think those girls making out was perverted?"

"Well, no, I guess not. But that's different."

"How is it different?"

"I don't know." Sam said confused.

"Look, Sam, college is the place to broaden your life experiences; to try things you would have never thought yourself capable of doing. It's your one great opportunity in life to be able to experiment and decide for yourself who you are and who you want to be; to evolve from being a kid to being a grown up in control of your own destiny." Kyle persuaded.

"It's just so strange." Sam said. "Have you ever experimented with a guy?"

"Of course."

"And did you like it?"

"It was great."

"I don't know if I could." Sam said.

"Why don't we find out." Kyle said. "Let's experiment a bit."

Kyle moved to the bed and sat next to Sam, his hip and thigh touching Sam's and his arm on the bed in back of Sam.

"I'm not sure about this. I don't know what to do." Sam said.

"No problem." Kyle responded. "We'll just try some stuff and see what you like and what you don't like. Just relax and let it happen. Why don't we just start with a little kiss."

Kyle caressed Sam's cheek with his hand and looked into the boy's frightened eyes. He realized he needed to go slowly in the process of seducing this sexy little piece of freshman ass. Their lips met in a soft, gentle kiss. Sam began to back away, but Kyle moved his hand to the back of Sam's head, preventing him from breaking contact.

Sam was scared shitless. But he didn't want to alienate his experienced friend. The kiss felt strange at first, but then Sam began to get into it. Kyle was a much more active kisser than Debbie. Debbie had expected Sam to lead the way, but Kyle was fully in charge of this kiss. His lips trailed over Sam's , pecking and licking and then Sam felt Kyle's tongue brush over his lips. Unsure of how to respond, Sam parted his lips and Kyle's tongue quickly darted into his mouth flicking against the tip of his own tongue. Sam began to feel a stirring in his loins as the tips of their tongues flicked quickly against each other. Sam closed his eyes as Kyle's tongue probed deeper into his mouth rubbing insistently over the length of Sam's tongue. Sam opened his mouth wide and responded to the insistent licking of Kyle's tongue. His cock was beginning to harden in his pants. It was a good feeling and Sam didn't want it to stop.

But Kyle broke the kiss and smiled wickedly at Sam.

"Did you like that?"

"Yes." Sam said breathlessly.

"See if you like this." Kyle instructed.

Kyle trailed his lips down Sam's cheek to his neck. He licked and gently bit Sam's neck and caressed it with his lips. He moved his mouth up to Sam's ear and bit gently on the lobe. Sam moaned softly as Kyle's tongue playfully darted in and out of his ear and all around the earlobe. 

"Is that good, baby?" Kyle whispered.

"Oh, yes." Sam breathed.

"Let's get this shirt off of you." Kyle said as he grabbed the bottom of Sam's t-shirt and pulled it over his head. Kyle quickly removed his own shirt.

"You know everyone understands that girls like their tits played with. I've found that boy's tits are just as sensitive." Kyle said as he reached out and put his hands on Sam's flat chest.

"Does this feel good?" Kyle asked as he rubbed his thumbs over Sam's nipples. 

"Yes!" Sam gasped.

Sam groaned with pleasure as Kyle manipulated his nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. Sam now had a raging hard-on tenting his blue jeans. His cock began to do little push-ups in his pants as Kyle lowered his head to Sam's chest and licked and gently bit his nipples. Sam could feel himself losing all control. This had to stop! Sex between boys was wrong! Sam backed away from Kyle.

"I . . . I think we should stop." Sam said breathlessly.

"You don't really want to stop, baby." 

"Yes, we have to." Sam pleaded.

"This doesn't want me to stop." Kyle smiled as he placed his hand on Sam's crotch and began to squeeze and fondle his stiff little prick.

"Ohhh, Kyle!" Sam moaned.

"Do you want me to stop, honey?"

"No. Please don't stop." Sam begged as he began to rotate his hips in response to Kyle fondling him.

"Then, let's set this little pecker free and see what we have to work with." Kyle smiled as he unzipped Sam's jeans and pulled them down. Kyle quickly removed Sam's shoes and socks and stripped the jeans off his legs onto the floor. He smiled at Sam's cock throbbing in his briefs. A wet stain of pre-cum was spreading across Sam's crotch. Kyle ran his hand over Sam's bulge and then grasped his briefs and stripped them off the boy. Sam's cock sprang out hard and stiff and throbbing with desire.

"What a nice little prick." Kyle cooed as he grasped Sam's five inch beating rod in his hand and began to squeeze and stroke it.

"Ohhh, yes, don't stop." Sam begged.

"Do you like that, bitch?" Kyle asked.

Sam's cock swelled at the word bitch.

"Ah, you like being called 'bitch', don't you?" Kyle taunted.

"Ohhh." Sam moaned as his cock swelled at the word 'bitch' again.

"I think you want to be Kyle's slut, don't you?"

"Ahhh." Sam moaned as his cock swelled at the word 'slut.'

"Don't worry, slut, Kyle is going to give you exactly what you need."

"Ohhh, please, I need to cum." Sam begged.

"Not yet, bitch." Kyle said and maneuvered Sam's body further onto the bed. 

Kyle spread Sam's legs and he began to kiss and lick the boy's thighs. Sam moaned and squirmed on the bed as Kyle licked his ball sack and drew it into his mouth playfully licking it. 

"Do you like that, slut? Do you want more?" Kyle demanded.

"Oh yes. Please, more." Sam pleaded.

Kyle wrapped his hand around Sam's throbbing cock. He pulled the foreskin back exposing the slick, wet head. Then Kyle licked the sensitive head sending Sam into spasms of pleasure. Kyle then sucked Sam's hard penis into his mouth. Sam began to squirm and moan as Kyle expertly sucked on his manhood. Then Kyle inserted his fuck-finger into the boy's tight little ass. 

"Oh, yes! Please! Please!" Sam begged as Kyle sucked on his pud and finger-fucked his ass. The boy was losing control now as he felt his cum rising to the head of his cock. Then the spasms coursed through his body and his cock began to spew its cum into Kyle's mouth. Sam never knew he had this much cum inside of him. Sam luxuriated in the feeling of his orgasm. His cum spewing into Kyle's mouth, his ass contracting and expanding around Kyle's finger; he didn't want it to stop. But like all good things, it came to an end. Kyle had sucked him dry and Sam lay spent on the bed.

"Did you like that, slut?" Kyle asked.

"Oh, yes. It was wonderful." Sam replied.

"Good. Now it's my turn." Kyle smiled as he knelt on the bed and began to undo his pants.

It took him only a moment to disrobe. He knelt on the bed with his cock standing straight out, throbbing and pulsing with life. Kyle stroked his thick eight inches of hard meat and then reached over to the night stand and grabbed a tube of lube.

"I . . . I don't think I can take that in my mouth." Sam said.

"You don't have to, bitch." Kyle smiled as he coated his cock with lube. "I'm going to put it in your tight, little virgin ass and fuck you like the little slut you are."

"No, please, Kyle. I can't do that." Sam pleaded.

"You'll do what I want you to do, you little sissy. And I want you to take my cock in your pussy like a good little bitch. Now spread your legs for me, cunt!" Kyle ordered.

Sam spread his legs wide and Kyle lowered himself between them. He grabbed Sam's little ass and squeezed and kneaded his ass-cheeks. Then he placed the head of his hard cock against the little rosebud entrance to Kyle's ass. 

"Now I'm going to take your cherry and make you my little sissy-bitch." Kyle said as he slowly pushed into the boy's hole.

"Oh, noooo." Sam whimpered as the pain of entry seared him.

"Take my manhood inside of you, you little twink." Kyle demanded and pushed further into the boy's tight ass.

"Oh, nooo, please, no." Sam whimpered again as Kyle slid the whole length of his cock into him.

They lay there motionless for a moment as Kyle allowed Sam's ass to relax around his imbedded cock. Sam had never experienced a pain and filling sensation like this. Then Kyle began to move slowly. 

"Oh, no. No more." Sam pleaded as Kyle moved in and out, in and out.

"Take it bitch." Kyle said. "Take it, you little sissy."

Sam could feel Kyle's cock throbbing inside of him. The pain began to lessen as Kyle increased the tempo of his fucking. Perhaps I'm getting used to it, Sam thought. Kyle increased the tempo of his fucking even more and suddenly Sam realized that he was beginning to enjoy this. The pain was being displaced by a pleasurable new sensation. Sam began to move his hips in time to Kyle's fucking motion. Sam wrapped his arms around Kyle's back and moaned with increasing pleasure.

"Oh, yes, please." Sam said quietly.

"Do you like this, baby?"

"Oh, yes." Sam breathed.

"Do you want more, sissy?"

"Give me more!"

"Do you want to be our bitch, you little slut?"

"Yes!"

"Beg for it, whore!"

"Please! Make me your bitch!" Sam cried out.

"Do you want me to cum in your pussy, you little twink!"

"Yes, please! Please, cum in me!"

Kyle plunged his cock all the way into Sam's ass and then tensed up. Then he began to spew his cum into the boy. Sam wrapped his legs around Kyle's ass as Kyle's cock spit its semen into the boy. They became a panting and quivering mass of sensual pleasure as Kyle's cum filled Sam. Their entwined bodies quivered with the passion of Kyle's orgasm. It seemed to last an eternity. But then, Kyle was spent. He lay still, breathing heavy, on top of Sam. Finally, Kyle rolled off and lay on the bed next to Sam. He pulled Sam to him, wrapping his arms around his new boy.

"Did you like that, honey?" Kyle asked as he held Sam close.

"Yes, Kyle. I never knew it could be like this with a boy."

"It will only get better from here." Kyle said. "I knew the moment that I first saw you that you weren't a real man. I could tell that you were a sissy, a twink. I just needed to bring it out of you."

There was a knock on the door. Kyle got up and unlocked the door and opened it. 

"Come on in, bro." Kyle said to a redheaded young man.

"Hey, Kyle. What do we have here?" 

"This is Sammie." Kyle answered.

"Hi, Sammie, I'm Roger." The redhead said.

"Hello." Sammie said timidly, self-conscious of his nakedness.

"Sammie was a virgin boy when I brought him up here." Kyle said. "But now I've taken his cherry and fucked him. He's a hot, little piece of ass. I think he'll make a good fraternity sissy."

"Cool. He's sure pretty enough." Roger said.

"Hey, Rog, I need to get to class. Can you take over with Sammie? He needs a lot more training." Kyle asked.

"Sure thing, Kyle." Roger replied as he began taking his clothes off. "What should I do when I'm finished with him?"

"Pass him around to the other boys. But make sure they know that Sammie is sleeping in my bed tonight."

"You got it, Kyle." Roger said as he began to climb on the bed next to Sammie.

"I . . . I should go, now." Sammie stammered.

"You can't go, slut." Roger commanded. "We're not finished breaking you in. Put your hand around this and play with it, bitch."

Roger guided Sammie's hand to his seven-inch, hardening cock. Sammie wrapped his hand around the throbbing organ. He tentatively squeezed it gently, then stroked it. It pulsed in his hand as he stroked up and down, up and down.

"Oh, yes, baby, that's good." Roger sighed. "Now you need to learn to suck cock like the little sissy cocksucker you are."

Roger guided Sammie's head down to his crotch. Sammie could see the pre-cum glistening on Roger' cut cock-head. The smell of Roger's sex was enticing and arousing. Sammie reached out with his tongue and licked some of the pre-cum from the tip of Roger's pulsing organ. It tasted wonderful.

"Oh, yes, baby, that's right. Take it in your mouth, sissy. Suck on it." Roger commanded.

Sammie opened his mouth and covered Roger's cock with his lips. He sucked on the stiff shaft, drawing it further and further into his mouth. He gagged a few times on the way down, but soon he had the entire shaft in his mouth and down his throat. He liked the way the penis pulsed and throbbed in his mouth, as if it were alive. His own cock was getting hard again as his head bobbed up and down on Roger's hard cock.

"Oh, yes, you are a natural cocksucker, baby. Suck the juice out of me!"

Sammie's cock twitched and grew at hearing Roger's commands. He sucked and licked Roger's hard pud, worshipping it with his mouth and tongue. Then he felt Roger tense up. Roger's cock seemed to expand and then began spewing cum into Sammie's mouth and down his throat. Sammie tried to withdraw to prevent from gagging, but Roger's hand held him down as load after load of hot semen exploded into his mouth. Sammie felt his own body orgasm in response to Roger's cumming. 

"That was great, baby!" Roger complimented as he removed his cock from Sammie's mouth. "The boys of G. (gamma) A. (alpha) Ý. (upsilon). are going to enjoy having you as our new fuck-toy."

"Hey, Rog, what's going down?" a voice from the hall asked.

Sammie just realized that the door to Kyle's room had been open the entire time that he was sucking Roger's cock. Anyone passing by could watch!

"Just got a great blow-job from Sammie here." Roger responded.

"Who's Sammie?"

"He's our new bitch-boy. Property of G.A.Y. Why don't you come try him out?"

Sammie stared wide-eyed as two young men entered the room and began to disrobe.

-----

Kyle was gone for about five hours. In that time, Sammie had been used by every member of G.A.Y. in the house. When Kyle went up to his room to check on Sammie, he was met by a sight that brought a smile to his face. Sammie was kneeling on all fours on the floor of Kyle's room. Joey had his cock in Sammie's ass, fucking the shit out of him. Benny had his cock in Sammie's mouth and had just started cumming. Semen was dripping from the corners of Sammie's mouth as he struggled to swallow Benny's prodigious load. Tony was laying underneath Sammie and sucking on Sammie's hard cock. Sammie's eyes were closed and his body was quivering with ecstasy as his orgasm shook him and he began to spew his semen into Tony's mouth.

-----

Sammie felt good to be out in the world again. He had spent a solid week in the fraternity house. He had gotten to know each of the frat brothers intimately as he was continually passed around and used by them. He hadn't worn clothes for a week. He had become familiar with every room in the house, because he had been fucked in every room in the house. He took food when he could and relieved himself in the bathroom whenever there was a temporary lull in the fucking and sucking. At one point, it must have been day four or five of his initiation, he had ceased to think about what was happening to him. He had merely become a quivering mass of aroused flesh existing only to please and be pleased sexually. 

This morning, he and Kyle had moved his things out of the dorm and into the frat house. He lived in the frat house now. He didn't have his own room, because he would sleep with whichever frat brother wanted him that night. He had gone to class today; the first time since his being taken. It was hard to concentrate on his subjects; his mind kept wandering and thinking of how wonderful it would be to have a cock up his ass again, or in his mouth. But he knew he had to keep his grades up. If he flunked out of school, he would be kicked out of the house. And he desperately needed the house!

Now he sat on a couch in the LGBT section of the student union. He was nestled into the crook of frat brother George's arm. George was absently stroking Sammie's arm as Debbie walked by. Sammie thought she looked really nice today, but he couldn't fathom how he had wanted sex with someone like her. As she walked away, George put his hand in Sammie's lap and began to stroke his little cock. He whispered in Sammie's ear:

"C'mon, sissy, let's go home and fuck!"



Fraternity Whore



Back in college I was president of my fraternity. It was a glorious position as everyone from sorority girls, to freshman girls to alumni girls loved me and really liked the idea of hanging with a president. I did not care about most of the girls I came in contact with particularly Megan.  As president of the house, I always felt it my duty to stay relatively sober keep an eye on the house and the boys. 

Megan it seemed was really being passed around the house. In the fall semester alone she blew over 15 brothers. No one could stand her personality as she was obnoxious and pretty annoying but apparently she gave a great BJ. It was also known though that Megan was a virgin and very proud of that fact and claimed she was going to wait until she was married to lose it because she did not want her husband to have a slut. (Like sucking 15 different dicks in three months made her pure of body)

Anyway after a BJ or two Megan spend the night with her lucky prey and then knock on my door around 7:30 AM to see if she could use my private shower (a perk of being president was a private bathroom in your room).

During winter break I actually got pretty wasted one day and passed out after a lot of beers. Hung over, I strolled over to my door at Megan's usual 7:30 knock and let her go into my shower.

I must have either still been drunk or really just wanted to see what all the fuss was about, because I was hard as a rock. So I slipped my boxers off and joined Megan in the shower. 

"What the fuck are you doing?" she yelled. Rather annoyed at her lack of gratitude for being able to use my shower, I replied back, "Oh please. You have sucked off over 15 guys here in three months do you really care that I am showering with you?"

At this point I was staring dead at Megan. She was after all 5'5' with a nice 36 B chest and an ass to die for. The hot water bouncing off of her body was getting me pretty worked up.

At this point Megan noticed my cock growing to a fully erect 8.5 inches and responded, "Well who could resist a dick like that?" 

We began lathering each other up with soap and Megan dropped to her knees and began to give me an incredible blow job. Her mouth started at the head and she licked her way down to my balls. Lightly stroking my cock, she sucked each one of my balls nicely and then returned to my shaft and licked back up to the top. 

Using her left hand to cup my balls, Megan started sucking my dick hard with her mouth also using her right hand to stroke my shaft. Her combination of lips and tongue was incredible.

I really relaxed myself fully enjoying her BJ skills and let her suck for about 15 minutes before I finally could not take it anymore. Knowing Megan's 50/50 tendency to spit, I grabbed the back of her head and skulled fucked her as I blew my load deep in her mouth down her throat. She was going to swallow it, because I was not letting her up for air. I shoot massive amounts of cum and she swallowed it all down. 

AS she got up, we finished showering and started to dry off. Since Megan was dry, I ripped her towel off of her, threw her down on the bed and began to eat out her shaved pussy. I did not start with her clit though. I just stuck my tongue as deep into her virgin pussy as I possibly could. She tasted sweet as my tongue worked in and out of her wet cunt.

I slowly worked my way to her clit and began to lick it and suck it while still keeping her pussy hole happy with my thumb going in and out of it. She quickly began to cum and rather then ease up on her I sucked harder on her clit sending convulsions through her. I thought she might pass out.

As she recovered I made sure that her asshole was getting lubed up b her pussy juice. I kept working on her clit and as she was about to cum again I inserted a finger in her asshole. 

Megan was shocked but, she did not say anything cause her orgasm was to intense. As it ended I added a second finger into her ass and kept licking her pussy. 

By now I was rock hard and Megan was totally into my fingers in her butt. I moved to her side so I could talk to her and told her I wanted to put my dick in her. She responded with her virgin reply and I told her I had no interest in fucking her pussy, but instead I wanted to fuck her in the ass.

"I have never done that before," Megan said. "Well you are going to lose that cherry right now," I replied. She started to argue a bit worrying it would hurt or that it was taboo. 

"I have let you shower in here, almost everyday for three months after you have blown one of my brothers. Never once did you offer me a courtesy BJ for the use of my bathroom until I approached you. You owe me this favor," I stated.

"Ok," she said, "but go slow." Unlike most guys, I do not want to fuck a girl doggy style for her first anal experience. It puts to much pressure on her. I simply lifted her legs over my shoulder and pressed my cock onto her waiting asshole and pushed it in. As her ass expanded, my cock slid inside her with ease, as I had lubed it up really well for her. My pelvis was touching her ass as I realized my whole 8.5 inches was buried deep in her butt.

Megan nodded at me and I began to fuck her and fuck her good. I started slow and picked up the pace. She had one hand pinching her nipples and the other rubbing her clit as I picked up the pace. 

"Fuck my ass baby, ram me with big hard dick," Megan cried. I pounded her harder. Now that was broken in, I pulled out, admired the gaping hole for a second then rolled her over because now I was ready to do her doggy style.

I plunged back into her ass and pulled back on her hair as I pounded her asshole. Her ass tightened real hard around my cock and she exploded into an orgasm. It was all I could take to not cum, but I wanted to make sure I got a BJ like none of my brothers.

I pulled out of her, spun her around and pushed her to her knees. Still panting from her orgasm, she didn't realize she was about to suck my dick covered in her ass scum until my dick was in her mouth and a look of repulse crossed her face. I did not care. "Suck my dick you horny bitch," I yelled. "Suck your ass off of my cock."

It only took me another minute before I shot another monster size load down her throat. It seemed that she swallowed about 11 times by the time I was done.

Megan was running late to work now and on her way out, she said, "Do me a favor, and do not tell anyone else you fucked my ass. I enjoyed doing it, but I think you are the only one who will get the privilege of having it."

I replied, "Only if I can have it again will I keep quiet."

"See you at 7:30 tomorrow Megan said. As she opened the door and walked out I could see her walking funny. Her ass was sore. She took it in the ass from me everyday for the rest of the winter break and pretty much through Spring break when she found out; I had told everyone about it. 



Fraternity



Sue kept gyrating her hips, more turned on now than ever, but Gary's penis was soft and shrinking, and it soon fell out of Sue's pussy altogether. She groaned in disappointment.

"Sorry," Gary told her. Then he looked up and saw Bob, who Sue was heavily flirting with earlier. "Bob, do me a favor. Sit here."

Bob sat on the chair arm, saying "What's up?"

Gary looked at Sue and asked, "Want to?"

Sue didn't answer, but just looked resigned at what she was going to do. Not because Gary wanted her to, but because she needed to give her pussy some relief. She stood in front of Bob and leaned in, giving him a hug but also letting her hand fall to his lap and find his penis. It was limp, but with a little of Sue's manipulation it was soon hard and ready.

Sue straddled his legs and sat on them. She worked both togas out of the way and slid more toward Bob face to face until his dick pushed into her pussy. She guided it into her hole and slid him deep inside her. She again worked his cock, giving them both pleasure, trying to keep from being obvious. This time, though, Sue was too turned on to go as easy, and she got more carried away. Soon her orgasm hit as she impaled herself on Bob's cock over and over, not worrying about others seeing her. Bob came as well, just as Sue was calming down, and his eruption caused her a few aftershocks. Looking around to see what the reaction was to them fucking, she saw that nobody really was paying much attention to them. Most people were engaged in some sort of making out, a couple nearly fucking, and everyone paying attention only to themselves. 

Shawn was surprised to see Sue in the hall the next morning. "You stayed?" asking an obvious question.

"Yeah," she answered. "With Bob."

"So you must be who I heard this morning," he smiled.

Sue laughed. "Probably. I didn't mean to be that loud."

Just then Gail stuck her head out of Shawn's doorway. "I thought I heard Sue's voice."

The girls smiled at each other, knowing that each of them had hooked up and had probably been fucked royally. 

"Are you going back to the dorm soon?" Sue asked.

Gail looked sexily at her and then at Shawn. "Yes, but give us a half hour." She giggled and pulled Shawn's hand toward her. "Maybe an hour."

Sue laughed as they disappeared into his room, hugging and kissing as the door shut.

Sue headed back to Bob's room. She thought about them having sex, not quite believing that she was jealous of them. Hadn't she just had sex with Bob this morning? But that was over, as Bob was taking a quick shower and heading off to a dreaded Saturday class. Her pussy started tingling. She thought she was really over-sexed, but couldn't seem to help it.

After a few minutes of debating, she walked back into the hall and stood by the door to Shawn's room. She could hear the sounds of love making inside. She was curious. She had never seen anyone fucking, and here was a chance to see her friend doing it. But her brother was also there. Well, he had watched her fucking hadn't he? It was only right that she finally get a chance to see him.

Sue opened the door quietly and peeked inside. She saw her brother from behind, on his knees and pounding into Gail from behind. Sue stepped inside and closed the door, walking slowly toward the bed. It was fascinating for her to see her brother's cock pushing into Gail's cunt. Even more fascinating was seeing his cock pull back, dragging her labia out with it. His balls were swinging freely, slamming into Gail's pussy with each stroke.

Gail started whimpering, her orgasm building, then bursting as she screamed and shoved her hips backwards, taking all of his cock as deep as it could go. Shawn held on, not able to cum yet. He started pumping again as soon as Gail's pussy relaxed a little. Sue was drawn to them, mesmerized by his swinging balls. She reached out and grabbed them in her hand, pulling them toward her and causing a loud groan from her brother. He did not stop fucking as he was close to cumming, and squeezing his balls was going to make it happen sooner. She rolled them in her palm, pulling them back as he pounded forward into Gail. Shawn shrieked as his cum forced its way out of his cock and deep into Gail's cunt. 

Sue let go of his balls only after he was done cumming. Shawn turned to see whose hand had been squeezing his balls, but couldn't see her. A few moments later his cock came free of her pussy, and he turned and sat on the bed. His mind went blank as he saw his sister.

"You? Was that you?" he asked in shock.

"What?" asked Gail, raising herself up to see. "What's going on?"

Shawn ignored her. still looking at Sue. "Were you pulling on my balls?"

Gail's eyes bugged out and looked at Sue for confirmation.

Sue Looked at Shawn. "Yes. I loved the way they were swinging while you fucked."

"But what are even doing in here?" he asked.

"I heard you guys, and anyway, you were watched me, you know."

"That was different,' he said defensively.

"No, it isn't," Sue declared. "Did you like it?"

Shawn looked confused. "Yes, of course. But you're my sister."

"Well, they just felt like balls to me, no matter who they belonged to."

"Cool," Gail said smiling. No one knew what else to say. They just looked at each other, more relaxed, and smiled.



Fraternization



In June of 1992 I left home for basic training. I don't think I have ever been so afraid in all my life. After three days in a reception center, I was sent to my unit along with other recruits.

After the usual ass kicking we were sent to our bays to stow away our gear. The we had some free time to meet the people we would be living with for the next eight weeks.

I went to the rec. room and said hello to a few other women in the unit and sat down to write a letter home. I heard a voice beside me. "So you are the one that wants to stay in the bay and be anti-social." Before I thought it over good I replied. "I didn't come here to have a good time so why don't you find some one else to hit on." With his head hung down he walked away. One of the other girls told me he was Matt, and seemed to be a pretty nice guy he had been at the unit for a week. I began to feel really bad about blowing him off like I did.

The next day we had KP duty and I got a chance to tell Matt I was sorry. We discussed out situations and how we ended up in the military. I realized I was beginning to fall for this guy. The feeling was mutual every time he had to pass me I could feel his hard on through his pants. We had to work in very close quarters. 

I didn't get to see him any more till the next day. Sundays were always a rest day and we had time to our selves. My friend Anita told me Matt was waiting for me in Bay 3. I went to meet him. Bay 3 was an unused area filled with empty bunks. My heart was racing at the thought of being alone with him. Matt whispered to me "Sandy come back here." I went to the back of the room.

We sat on the floor and began to talk. I couldn't stop looking into his gorgeous brown eyes. Matt Pulled the pins from my hair and as it fell to my waist he grabbed a hand full of t and kissed me lightly. "Can I make love to you?" he asked. With a trembling voice I answered" you already know the answer." He pulled me on his lap and kissed me slipping his tongue into my mouth. At that point I just melted. I couldn't stop a moan. We had to be quiet afraid the drill sergeants would hear. We kissed madly his hands on my chest, caressing slowly and making there way into my shorts and finding my wetness, rubbed my clit in slow circles. I wanted him so badly I slid off his lap and grabbed the bulge in this shorts. He gasped at my touch .

We undressed each other and I went down kneeling in front of him on my knees. i rubbed his cock till it was standing at full attention. I put the head to my lips and kissed it. It tasted so good. I worked it up and down till I had it all in my mouth bathing it with my tongue. I felt his body stiffen, he pushed me away so that he wouldn't come and laid me down on our clothes on the floor so the tiles wouldn't be so cold.

He pushed my legs apart and began massaging the insides of my thighs telling me how beautiful I was. I was so hot I hurt. I thought he was going to enter me but he began licking my wet pussy. A hot flash went up my spine and I arched my back. His tongue felt so good between my legs, I rubbed his neck and pushed his face into me, He sucked hard on my clit and I came all over his face. He came up over me and kissed me to quiet my moans. I could taste my sap on his lips. 

I felt down between his legs and slid his large cock into me. He gasped in pleasure at he heat and tightness of my body as he worked his way in. His cock stretched me open so much it hurt at first. After he was in all the way I could feel his balls against me and it felt wonderful. I rose to meet his every thrust as we moved slowly at first I could feel every inch of him inside of me. 

We moved together faster and I became delirious and started scratching at his back. This excited him even more I felt him go rigid as I felt an Icy fire starting at my center and Explode. I felt him come into me and We both held back screams. I blacked out for a second .e with a kiss asking if I was ok. I told him I had never had an orgasm before even though I had had two different men in my life before. That just made him even happier.

Matt and I tried to see each other as often as we could. Under the circumstances it wasn't easy. We would slip notes to each other. At one point we thought we would never see each other again, but like all things that are meant to be we have been married for nine years and have two beautiful children.



Fraternization



They were in the confined catwalk of level four, peering at the opened hatch of the communications module. Jahaira worked cautiously, her slim fingers nimble as she moved the tools, aimed delicately, a tiny burst of laser here, withdrawal of a connection there. She explained as she went, but fell silent after a while, concentrating on her work. He leaned over her shoulder, learning from what she said and what she did, too, watching intently. After a while he became aware of her scent, an unobtrusive animal smell, not at all offensive, and actually distracting, in that it reminded him that she was a 'she'. He shifted, moved back slightly, but there was nowhere to go in such a cramped space, and he did need to see what she was doing.

Without looking at him she began to speak, her voice unassuming, maybe a little amused. "In our culture people are very used to being closed in," she said conversationally. "But they don't like it. The older generation, especially, has very set ideas about what they call 'personal space.'" 

She seemed to be waiting for a response, and so he obligingly replied. "I was just thinking about that," he admitted with a smile--not too strained, he hoped, although she wasn't looking at him in any case. "We have the same ideas. I think most animals do. Territorial needs, maybe."

"My people have a little bit of, what do you call it? Empathy, maybe?" She was responding to the surprise in his voice, to his first admission.

"I just thought I was obvious," he said, and his smile was more genuine.

"Maybe you have a little empathy, too?" She raised her eyebrows, looking down at her tool belt as she put away her tiny welder; the arch of her eyebrow, the small smile on her lips were extremely attractive.

"I don't know." He had actually tested high on receptive empathy at the Academy; latent, mostly, but with a slight knack for knowing what others were thinking, what they wanted from him. "Maybe a little." Her hair was black-black, so black that the fluorescent lights overhead brought out blue flashes in its shining curve over her head and in the intricate braid down her back. Wisps had escaped the braid, and she brushed them back, still with her back to him, still with that subtle smile. Mona Lisa, he thought fleetingly.

"It's like listening," she said. "Listen." She paused, not moving. "What does it tell you to do now?"

His body was alert suddenly; he listened. He put one hand on the wall beside her, leaning over her slightly. "It tells me to do this," he said, facetious, embarrassed, dry-throated. What if he was wrong? But she still smiled, and now she was turning.

All the way around, leaning back against the wall, the open hatch forgotten, facing him. Her face tilted up toward his, inches away; her lips curved in that secret smile. He listened; he put his other hand on the wall, framing her on both sides.

She raised one eyebrow, and he could almost--almost--hear her say it. And what now?

"Now this," he said. His heart was pounding. He kept his eyes open all the way.

They kissed. Electricity leaped between them, their bodies separate. They were locked together in an embrace as intimate as any he had ever known, almost motionless, his hands braced on the wall, her arms loose at her sides, only their mouths touching. It was not a delicate kiss. It was deep, searching, naked as only a truly passionate kiss can be. He closed his eyes.

"Sweet Jesu," he said when they stopped to breathe. He opened his eyes again, and she was grinning now. He caught her mood suddenly. It was forbidden, to fraternize with a stranger, much less someone of another species. And she was not human, although she was very close; she tasted different. Individual. Enticing. Irresistible, that, too.

"Is this the shy young ensign?" she said teasingly.

"Nope," he said, and this time he was serious.

She was not human. He kissed her mouth, her face, the lean curve of her neck. Her scent filled his head, and he closed his eyes and kissed his way down to her nipples, small and hard, and the sweet, secret place beneath the curve of her two small breasts. When he opened his eyes he could see and feel the marks of her difference--the delicate patterns on her skin, barely visible in the dim starlight within his cabin, the soft fur that ran down her spine, beneath the braid. She touched him here and there, and traced luminescent patterns on his skin with her fingers, painting him until he glowed with her touch.

"Sit up," he said persuasively, and he turned her around and, after running his hands over her smooth back, kissing her skin and tracing her shape with his hands, he began to unfasten her braid. It was long and thick, as black as space, and silky in his hands. He loosened it until her hair lay like black water over her back. He ran his fingers through it, lifted its heavy weight, kissed the back of her neck, her delicate ears. She lay back and now he kissed her belly, the sharp bones of her pelvis, the delicate mound of her pubic bone. She was furry here, too, not hairy like a human woman, but with soft, short black fur. He tasted it, licked downward. She had all the right parts, despite the differences; there was no doubting it. He buried his head between her thighs, licked and tasted her lips, felt her open and relax as his tongue probed her and then, listening all the while, he brought her to climax. Her body shuddered again and again, and her odor grew heavier, muskier, intoxicating. He didn't stop, just slowed to let her recover, then began to lick again, tracing her lips with his tongue, moving up to her clitoris and then sliding his fingers into her wet pussy, pushing insistently, roughly sometimes, until she was locked into that shuddering ecstasy again. This went on for some infinite time, until he heard her laughing, exhausted, and her hands tangled in his hair, pushing him away.

He raised himself over her, lay poised to enter her, but before he could she pushed him sideways, straddled him and, in one smooth motion, lowered herself onto him. She leaned forward, her breasts swinging tantalizingly, she moved up and down on him, stroking him close to coming, tight and hot. She sat back and ground her hips into him until he knew she was coming again; he sat up until they were facing each other, legs wrapped around each other, locked together from that core to their mouths. She opened her eyes, and, pulling her head back with a wicked smile, she began doing something no human woman could do, tightening her pussy around his cock with an irresistible rhythm, until he bucked and moaned, coming again and again, until he thought he might pass out, seeing her head thrown back through his half-closed eyes, hearing her climax with him, her body clenched tight onto him, both of them slippery with sweat.



Fraternization



Every child always wants to know how his mother and father met. I tell mine, it all started with a flat tire on a jeep. But maybe that is getting a little ahead of my story.

My name is Kelly, born Kelly Wooten. I was the younger of two sisters in a small southern coastal town. When I was a senior in high school I managed the astounding feat of getting married, getting pregnant and getting divorced all within that single school year. Okay, the events didn't occur exactly in the order I listed them. 

Stu and I were doomed from the start. We were in lust, not in love. We were two frightened teenagers taking responsibility for a night of fumbling passion in the back seat of his dad's 71 Camaro. Neither of us had the slightest idea of what a marriage entailed, nor were we ready for such a step. Given the facts, it was sort of amazing we lasted six months.

Here I was, living with my parents, who made the best effort they could to support their daughter and her thank-god-not-born-out-of-wedlock son. My father worked in a mill and my mom was a waitress. They had worked hard all their lives and now it looked like they were going to have to keep working. There weren't many jobs available even then to someone who's last semester of high school was spent with morning sickness. None of them had a future. Then my sister came home on leave.

She had enlisted in the Army as a clerk-typist the summer she graduated. She had just made Specialist 4th class and had the news that she was being assigned to a recently reopened post only an hour and a half from home. She had a car, nice civilian clothes and actual money in her pocket. A week later she and I went to the recruiter's office.

This was 1977. Vietnam was finally officially over. The Army was, frankly, a wreck and enlistments were so low that even with my lousy grades I met the standards, except for one little fact. The Army wasn't taking single parents.

I sat down with my parents, my ex-husband, my sister and the recruiter. Stu was terrified of taking Jeremy. In his defense, I will point out that he had no family support available. His parents were divorced. His mother had moved away and his dad's only interests were drinking beer and hunting deer, in season or out. Stu made no objections when the recruiter proposed we surrender custody of Jeremy to my parents. We took the legal steps and a month later I left for Basic Training at Fort Jackson, South Carolina.

I didn't like Basic, but I didn't hate it either. I did what I was told and made an effort to be invisible among the other female recruits. In those days we trained and lived completely separate from the males. I did okay and went on to Indiana where I was trained as a Personnel Specialist. Following that I came back to the now rapidly expanding post where my sister was assigned. There I was assigned to the Records Section at Post Headquarters.

I had busy days, followed by usually NOT busy nights. I dated occasionally, but I spent most weekends at home with my parents and son. I was saving my money, living in the WAC barracks in a room with my sister and eating in the Mess Hall.

Early in my enlistment I realized there were pretty much 3 kinds of female soldiers. The first were the kind that knew in a lot of ways they had it made. We were outnumbered 50 to 1 or more by the male soldiers. They could pick a different date every night, screw whoever took them out and have wild times as long as they could make morning formations. Most of them ended up pregnant and married to other soldiers. I had already been down a similar road. I certainly enjoyed sex, but I didn't want to be thought of as one of the "20 dollar WAC's".

The second kind kept to themselves. The Army was pretty sudden death on Lesbianism but it flourished in the barracks in a very careful fashion. I received several oblique and one very direct proposition. I didn't have any kind of objections to being with another woman, but I never felt any real attraction to the ones I thought were gay. So I didn't pursue anything there either.

The third kind were the minority that simply wanted to do their jobs, be respected and get ahead. Some, my sister included, were considering making the Army a career. Some wanted to learn skills for civilian life. Some wanted a more permanent relationship than they expected to find with another PFC, someone more settled, like a civilian employee or an NCO.

I might add that the lines of these groups, like all artificially drawn lines, blurred sometimes. Some of the party girls also liked other girls. One of the most intense and capable females in our barracks was a lesbian who eventually went on to Officer Candidate School and got her commission. 

I worked in the same office as my sister. Other than morning PT three times a week and occasional training at the company we were assigned to, we generally worked 9 to 5. We worked hard, but I had no objections to working in an office that was heated in the winter and air-conditioned in the summer. I suppose that made my grumbling even louder when the company's turn to supply the Interior Guard force came up and I got nailed for the first Saturday detail. A whole weekend blown as we would be doing 2 hours on and 4 hours off from 0800 hours (8 AM) Saturday to 0800 Sunday. When we were off we were to stay in the Guardhouse except to take meals. 

My sister was not on duty that day. She opened one eye and waved as I struggled into the fatigues I usually didn't wear, along with my web gear and steel helmet. I drove my new (new to me anyway) red Pinto to the company area. There we were formed up, loaded into trucks and were carried to the Guard shack. The NCO serving as Sergeant of the Guard split us into the three shifts and arranged us for inspection by the Officer of the Guard.

I didn't have much experience with officers. At Basic and Advanced Individual Training they were a remote presence that generally only showed up for Saturday inspections. A Warrant Officer was in charge of the office where I worked. So I kept my eyes fixed to the front. I did get an impression of a tanned face and brown eyes as he paused to check my appearance.

I was assigned to the second shift, so I went to the curtained alcove in the back of the open sleeping area that was marked "Females Only". Only one other woman was pulling guard with me today, a black female from the company orderly room whose name I only vaguely recalled. We settled in. She was called for the second shift and two hours after that I joined my relief shift and off we went.

I didn't pay attention to all the guard posts, figuring whichever one I was placed at would be the only one that would really matter. I had heard the Sergeant of the Guard and the Relief Commander discussing that the post an individual was first placed at would remain that person's assignment.

Only six of us remained when the truck halted again and everyone was told to get out. We were standing at the front gate of the Ammunition Supply Point. The Guard Sergeant explained that four of us would be posted in the towers that stood at each corner of the surrounding fence and the other two would be a roving patrol, driving a jeep in amongst the bunkers and along the inside roads. I was lucky enough to be assigned to the roving patrol.

In short order everyone had been replaced and I was riding shotgun (literally as we were armed with 12 gauge riot guns) with a black Specialist from the Personal Assignments Branch named Larry King. I was happy to have someone to talk to, and even more fortunate because Larry was intelligent and witty. In fact, I discovered he had taken a year of college before enlisting. 

Midway through our first shift we heard a honking from the gate. When we drove up, the Officer of the Guard waved to us. I got out and unlocked the small gate beside the vehicle gate. I saluted him and then climbed in the back seat as he slid into the space I had been riding. To my astonishment, he immediately began talking to Larry as though they were old friends.

He visited each tower guard. I immediately noticed that he seemed to have difficulty climbing the ladder to the towers. By the time he had visited all four, he was limping and had a slight sheen of sweat on his face. 

I had sat silently the whole time he made his inspections. Then he told Larry to ride around so he could check the fences and turned his attention to me. His questions seemed to be the usual "Officer-type" ones; where was I from, what was my assignment, etc. He did seem to actually listen when I answered. Twice he asked a follow-up question, getting more information than I had intended to give away.

Once we had dropped him off at the gate I turned towards Larry. Before I could even open my mouth to ask it, he answered my question.

"Yes, I know Lieutenant Ashe. We were in college together. I was a freshman and he was a senior but we lived a few doors away from each other and he's a nice guy who made a black kid welcome in a small southern college that didn't have many blacks. We weren't close friends or anything like that but I do know him. By the way," Larry grinned, "He's single and his first name is Mark."

I know I blushed, because Larry's grin got even bigger. I plowed on, even though I knew I was giving away something, although I wasn't sure what that something was.

"Why is he limping?"

"Broke his leg in three places in a parachute jump. You probably didn't even notice that he's not wearing the shield of the Adjutant General's Branch, he's wearing the crossed rifles of Infantry. He's just assigned to the Personal Services Company until his leg heals up."

I hadn't noticed that. I had noticed though that he had a very nice smile.

Shifts came and went. I'm not stupid. I noticed that Lieutenant Ashe made the rounds of each shift, but discreet questioning elicited the information that after an initial inspection of the tower guards on the other two shifts he simply rode by and waved. When Larry and I were on, he came in and rode around with us. And it didn't strike me that he was interested in Larry.

We were on our last shift, beginning at 6 in the morning. The night was getting foggy. Lieutenant Ashe showed up with a big thermos of coffee he told us he had persuaded the mess hall to give him, along with a stack of Styrofoam cups. He climbed into the front seat again and we started the rounds of the towers. 

That was when Fate intervened. There was a sharp "POW" and the jeep lurched to the side. Larry leaned out of the jeep as he brought it to a stop and glared at the rear wheel. "Flat tire, damnit."

We climbed out and I went around back to start taking the spare off when Larry called to me.

"Kelly, leave that alone. I got it." I don't think he winked, but I could be wrong. So Lieutenant Ashe and I settled down by one of the bunkers and watched Larry work. I have to admit, it was much nicer sitting there then sweating over the jack and the tires. 

The silence seemed awkward. Finally Ashe made some half-silly remark and we relaxed a bit and began to chat. I told him some about me; growing up, my job and my divorce. The one thing I hesitated about was telling him about my son. I decided to save that for another time. Besides, I wanted to hear about him.

I discovered that he was also from the South, Alabama, although he had gone to school here. He had majored in History and had been dumped by his girlfriend about 6 months ago. Really dumped. They had gone to a party and she had left with someone else.

He had been going through the Pathfinder course at the Airborne School at Ft. Benning when he had made a bad landing and torn up his leg. Until it healed, he had been assigned as the Executive Officer of the company. He frankly admitted that it was driving him crazy doing nothing more than signing papers and inspecting the motor pool instead of running through the woods as an infantry platoon leader.

"All done!" Larry's announcement caught us off-guard and we both jumped. Reluctantly, I got up and we both headed back to the jeep.

"Maybe you won't have to wait too much longer before you can go to a line unit," I said.

"Maybe not," he answered. Then, almost to himself, he added "Being here does have an advantage I never had thought of before." 

I think he didn't plan to say that out loud, for he suddenly changed the subject to the blown tire. We pulled up to the gate and loaded the tire into the back of his jeep and he sped off, leaving the coffee, and some doughnuts I had no business eating three of, with us.

The rest of the shift, every time I looked at Larry he was grinning. I knew darn well why, but I didn't give in to him. The Guard Sergeant brought back the repaired tire. We finally finished our shift and the entire detail was relieved.

The trucks returned us to the company area. I unlocked my car and tossed my gear in the back seat. My eyes swept the parking lot. On the far side, Lieutenant Ashe was standing with the door open on a white Mustang, his gaze searching the people. When his eyes met mine, they stopped. For what seemed to be a long moment, we simply looked at each other. Then he got in his car and drove off. I wasn't sure, as my own stare followed him as he left, but it appeared he was looking in the rear view mirror at me. 

I went back to the barracks and took a long hot shower. It was Sunday morning and my sister was gone. I slipped under the covers and settled in for a nap before lunchtime. When I did, my hand slipped under the covers and between my legs. I closed my eyes and imagined a certain dark-haired man was in bed with me as my fingers gently relaxed me and I fell asleep.

The following week I wandered around, unsure of what in the world I was going to do, or if I was going to do anything at all. There is a tremendous gulf between the enlisted and officer ranks. The Uniform Code of Military Justice even provides penalties for "Fraternization", and I wanted to do a lot more than just have a cup of coffee with Mark. God, now I was thinking about him by his first name, and not the old joke about first names in the Army.

I didn't see him. I made a couple of excuses to visit the company orderly room, but he was never there. What the hell I would have said if he had been there, I have no idea to this day. I didn't share what I was feeling with anyone, especially my sister.

Then it was Friday night. I was almost alone in the barracks and I didn't like it. Moved by an impulse, I put on some nice clothes and drove to the company area. I hesitantly walked into the company dayroom. There was only one person there, the Charge of Quarters who's duty was to answer the phone should anyone need to call the company. And it was Larry.

"Hi Kelly, what's going on?"

"Oh nothing, I guess. I was bored and didn't know what to do so I thought I might ride around."

He looked at me with affection and exasperation. He turned and pulled the loose-leave binder filled with the instructions for the CQ. He cradled it in his lap.

"Did he call you?"

"Who?"

"The commanding general, of course. Kelly, I saw you looking at Mark and I saw him looking at you. But he didn't call, did he?" 

"No, he didn't." I tried and failed to keep the disappointment out of my voice.

Larry sighed. "I knew he wouldn't, damnit." I must have given him a stricken look or something because he hastily added, "Not because he didn't want to. As I said, I saw him looking. But Kelly, you know the Army regs. He can't cross that line and ask you out, much as I can tell he wants to."

"Then what do I do, Larry?"

He looked at me again, a smile on his face. He put the binder on the desk, opened it and turned it to face me. Then he pushed the phone to me and pointed out Mark's name and number on the alert roster.

"Call him."

I couldn't do such a thing, of course. It simply wasn't done. I mean, I had never asked a guy out before and I had no idea what to say and what if he said "No" or even worse and then the phone was ringing and I heard a male voice say "Hello?"

I swallowed hard. Twice. "Lieutenant Ashe?"

"Kelly!" Oh my GOD. He knew my name. I searched my memory. I hadn't told him that so it meant he must have looked it up. 

There was a terribly awkward pause that he broke in a rush.

"I'm awfully glad you called Kelly. I've been thinking about you. I, I, I really would like to see you again. What are you doing tonight?"

"Nothing more than getting up the nerve to call you," I said. I relaxed a bit. Somehow the knowledge that he was both as nervous and also apparently as interested as I was calmed me down.

"I'm just fixing supper. Its not much, spaghetti and garlic bread, but I always make too much." He took a deep breath. "Would you like to join me?"

"I'd love to. I'm over at the company day room. Why don't you come over here and I'll meet you outside? Do you remember what my car looks like?"

There was a soft chuckle. "You bet I do. I'll be there in 10 minutes."

"I'll be waiting." I carefully hung up the phone. Larry was grinning at me like he had pulled off the coup of the century. 

"I think you should name your first child 'Larry'."

I blushed. Then I grinned, every bit as wide as he had and kissed him on the cheek. "You never know."

It probably didn't take more than 5 minutes for Mark to arrive, but it seemed like an hour. Naturally I was in the bathroom checking my appearance once more when I heard the door creak and Larry's voice say "Good evening, sir."

"Good evening, Specialist. Quiet tonight?"

"So far, sir. I'm not sure about later. I believe there might be some fireworks in store."

Embarrassed, but tired of hearing standard male veiled repartee, I came out of the rest room.

"Good evening, sir." If the two of them could keep a straight face so could I.

"Why Private Wooten! What a surprise."

"A pleasant surprise to see you too, Sir."

"Looks like you have everything under control then, Specialist King. Good job," Mark's eyes met mine, "Good job all around."

He left and I followed. He had parked right beside me and our fingers brushed as we approached our vehicles. For an instant we both slowed and gripped each others' hand. Then Mark was driving off and I was right behind him with my heart hammering in my chest the entire time.

We drove to the Post Trailer Park, which rather surprised me. Mark was to later explain that the tiny Bachelor Officer's Quarters was completely full so Housing had set up trailers, two to a parking pad, for the single officers.

We went in and I was pleasantly surprised at how nice the place looked for a trailer occupied by two single guys. Mark told me that most of the decor was his, his former girl friend being an art major. I was surprised when I found that for a moment I felt jealous. Very jealous

After supper, while Mark cleaned up, I perched on the couch with my hands in my lap. I really didn't know what was going to happen next. I knew what I was hoping for, but I had no idea how to approach the subject of the two of us ending up in bed. Not without seeming like one of the "20 dollar WAC's", eager to catch someone. I really liked him. It was way too early to consider anything more than just tonight, but darn, I just wanted to both make a good impression, and well, as embarrassing as the thought was, to get laid at the same time.

I found out later, much later, that Mark was as uncertain as I was about what the next step was going to be. He plunked two glasses of tea down on the coffee table and sat down next to me on the couch. He actually made three attempts at sitting down before he successfully accomplished it. The first time he seemed to feel he had sat too far away. The second time he moved away a bit, as though he had come too close. Like the story, the third time was "just right".

Then we sat there, both of us darting looks at each other and looking away when our eyes met. We might still be there today had Mark not finally cast caution to the winds. He leaned over and kissed me.




Fraternization



It was a soft kiss, almost but not completely closed mouth. My eyes shut as his lips tentatively clung to mine. It lasted for a long breathless minute and I didn't want it to end when he pulled back.

I opened my eyes and this time neither of us flinched when our gaze locked.

"I don't want to fuck this up, Kelly," Mark breathed.

I summoned my courage. "Then don't stop, Mark." Without letting my eyes leaving his, I reached down, undid the straps on my high heeled sandals and slipped my feet from them. I started to unbutton my blouse, but then Mark was kissing me again, one hand on my back and his other hand pushing my fingers aside.

My arms went around his neck and I kissed him for all I was worth. Both his hands were on the buttons of my blouse now. I moaned in satisfaction as the last button was freed and he pushed the blouse over my shoulders. By now I was leaning back against the corner of the couch and Mark, Mark had slipped to his knees as he began to kiss down my throat to the swell of my breasts. He ran his tongue along the top of my bra, halfway on the white lace and halfway on my skin. I was desperately wiggling, getting the straps to fall down my arms far enough that I could pull my arms from them.

I finally succeeded. Somehow, Mark felt the bra loosen, for his fingers curled around the cups and slid them down. I all but cried out when his face buried between my breasts, his hands holding their fullness while his tongue parted them and then swirled over each exposed square inch. 

He licked, he sucked, he darted back and forth from one orb to the other. His lips caught my nipple and squeezed it with a gentle pressure that made me fight to get my slacks open. I lifted my hips and got the top button open and then Mark was pulling them down, his mouth still closed on my breast.

He slid my slacks and panties down to my ankles. Then his arms ran back up my body and he lifted me from the couch. I blinked. When in the world had he managed to undress? I didn't care, as he kissed me again and pulled our naked bodies together. But damn, he was obviously a man of many talents.

He walked me backwards and through the door next to the couch. That walk continued for another few steps before I tumbled onto his bed. I never let go, pulling him down on top of me. My legs spread as though they had a mind of their own and my hand worked down between us to grasp his cock and guide it to my already wet vagina. He pushed his torso up as he settled on his hands over me and with a gentle push of his hips he slid into my waiting sheath.

He thrust deeply inside me, holding his body over mine. His head lowered to kiss me. As he bottomed out in me he stopped, holding himself motionless. Then, instead of withdrawing, he began to move his hips around and around. I arched under him, feeling his cock move, rubbing different places of me. 

"Oh GOD, you're blowing my fuses," I managed to moan. 

He was. No one had ever worked so hard to ensure my pleasure. He varied the speed, he varied the depth of each penetration. His lips moved over mine, over my face, down my shoulders. I couldn't stand it anymore. I grasped him in my arms just as he filled me once more and clutched him against me.

"Now, Mark," I all but begged. "Please. NOW."

His mouth returned to mine. Freed of the need to hold himself up, he rolled us slightly onto our sides. One hand cupped my breast, squeezing it again and again, the nipple stiff against his palm. The other lifted my leg, holding it aloft with his forearm as his fingers settled on my ass. I was spread wide for him, allowing his hips to begin to slam forward faster and harder. 

I rained kisses over his face as his chest pumped like a bellows from the effort of driving his shaft into me. I felt him trembling as he strove to keep from cumming. Then, suddenly, he gasped, "Kelly. Are you safe?"

In spite of the spasms that were racing through my body, I nearly burst out laughing. What a helluva time to ask THAT. Thank goodness I was, because at the stage I might have told him anything. Fortunately I WAS on the Pill and managed to squeal "Yesssssss, I am."

In response he went wild and I went wild with him. I buried my face against his neck, my arm circling him and let loose as I came. The wonderful feeling ran through my entire body and I gave voice to my excitement.

"Come on, come ON. Do me! Fuck me! Fuck me Lieutenant!"

Mark told me later he never heard a word I said. However he responded anyway. I felt him swell and he came inside me, the hotness of his release flooding me. Instead of slowing down though, he redoubled his efforts. 

"Ah, ahhhh, ahhhhhhh, ahhhhhhhhhhh," he all but chanted through clenched teeth. Each grunt accompanied a wild thrust of his still hard cock. I thought he was going to split me in two. I couldn't have cared if he did. I wanted him to go on and on until I was a puddle of nothing but sweat and mingled male and female juices. I felt I was dissolving into that, my whole world nothing but the sensation of my body being penetrated.

The second orgasm hit me like a ton of bricks and all but swept me unconscious. Instead of yelling and screaming I simply went limp with a long, almost inaudible, sigh of delight. As I collapsed, I felt him slow and finally soften and pull out of me.

In unspoken agreement I rolled all the way onto my side and he spooned against me. He rested his chin on top of my head and his arm snaked around my body, his hand on my belly. It was a perfect fit.

As I drifted off to sleep in his arms, I heard him laugh softly.

"What?" I mumbled through my yawns.

"Not a very respectful thing to say to an officer. 'Fuck me Lieutenant' sounded like you were trying to give ME an order Private Wooten."

I giggled. "Are you going to give me an Article 15, Lieutenant? Sir?"

"No, I think continued counseling would be appropriate to the situation." He kissed the top of my head.

"I couldn't agree more," I whispered as I snuggled back against him and fell asleep.

(The End)

(It was mentioned to by my wonderful editor Marian that I should explain the joke about first names in the Army. Everyone in the military probably got a variation of it on their first day of Basic Taining when the Drill Sergeant introduced himeself by saying "I am Sergeant John Wayne, your Drill Instructor. You can call me by my first name, which is 'Sergeant'.")