32 comments/ 48580 views/ 49 favorites The Referral Program By: 159265 My first story on Literotica. I welcome your feedback, comments, and ratings. Enjoy! And thank you, for trusting me with your time. PROLOGUE The conversation that night had turned, as it often did, to sex. After all, the girls were hot, the guys were horny, and it was the last conversation before we all went off to our separate colleges. I was raised in a very conservative world and so, although I took part in the banter, I planned to "save myself" for my future spouse. God, how I loved to listen and talk though. I tossed out a question, not expecting an answer. "So, ladies. What's it take to make a man popular in the bedroom? What'll make you tell your friends?" It must have been the perfect moment, because they all laughed and began answering. Actual answers, not just jokes. They talked about dick size, which could cut both ways of course. They brought up having a guy that could finally last long enough to see them satisfied without faking. One girl said she'd be thrilled to have a guy that took his time and didn't just rush towards the finish without considering her at all. As the conversation started dying out, and was probably about to go to the next subject, Alyssa said, quietly, "what about a guy that'll go down on you, and do it well?" The room exploded. Every single one of the girls agreed instantly. They were getting misty-eyed at the very thought. A good cunt-lapping was the ultimate experience. Not a soul of them disagreed. All of those young women said that a man that ate pussy with skill could do so practically as often as he wanted. Equally interesting was the reaction from the guys. Nobody was into it. Nobody was willing. Get blowjobs? Sure. Go down on a chick? Hell to the no. They wrinkled up their faces. They sneered. The pushed each other and asked "you a carpet-muncher, man?" Not a one of them was willing to even entertain the idea. As the one that had asked the question, I was stunned. Here were half a dozen beautiful girls that every guy here had stroked to for four years. They were telling us outright that eating pussy would get you all the pussy you wanted. From them. And nobody was willing to take the deal? Idiots. I thanked the girls for their answers, and smiled gently for the rest of the night, lost in my own thoughts. For the next few days, I turned it over in my mind. I wasn't going to have sex before I got married, I knew that. It was settled already. But where did I draw the line? That question was new to me. As I considered it, I decided that as long as I kept my cock out of the equation, it was okay. How could I have had sex if my dick never came into contact with another person? That still meant I could provide plenty of pleasure for the ladies though. It would be fun. Hell, it could be downright profitable! ***** Chapter 1: Move-in Shortly after check-in at the dorms, with Dad pulling away and hollering "See ya, Lou, be good!" out his window, I got to work. I'd insisted on getting to school early on the first day of move-ins "so I could learn my way around and get settled before classes." Mom and Dad bought it just like they'd bought the mini-fridge, sheets, microwave, Tylenol, band-aids, textbooks, and everything else about college. Another thing they'd bought: the private room. After all, how can I be expected to study with the distractions of a roommate doing who knows what, and with whom, and at what hours? If it was going to help me learn and earn, they were all for it. Getting there early *was* going to help me learn and earn, and so was having a private room-- just not the way my folks expected. I set the room up quickly, then got my computer in place and onto the broadband connection that came with my room. Opening the file I'd stored in the cloud, I read over my plan again. Was I serious? Did I mean to do this? I did. I took a few deep breaths, picked up my cell phone, and dialed Alyssa's number. While the phone rang, I was scanning my script over and over again. When she answered, I was near the end of the script in my mind, and practically stuttered as I tried to catch back up with reality. "Hello?" "Hi, Alyssa. It's Lou. I just got moved in for the first time. Did you get here yet?" (Alyssa was, by chance, the only other one of the gang from high school that had also chosen North State University.) "Oh, hey Lou. Yeah, I did! My roommate isn't here. The RA says she's expected tomorrow. In the meantime, I have the place to myself. Isn't this whole thing exciting?" "It sure is!" I agreed. "What building are you in? I'd love to come visit and talk." "Huh? Oh, I'm in Building 4. It's an all-girls dorm, so they won't let you in. Maybe I could come to you?" Glancing at my script again, knowing that it couldn't be going more perfectly, I grinned. I didn't even need the script. "Sure. Come on over to Building 6. I'll meet you in the lobby and we can talk in my room." "Okay, see you soon!" My plan was started, but I still had time to back out. I could just hang out and talk. I could just be a chicken. I didn't have to do anything. I could let this whole thing be a dream. But I would regret it for the rest of my life if I didn't try, so I decided again to go for it. Waiting in the lobby for Alyssa, I didn't even have to watch the door. I knew she was there when the RA on Duty stopped being able to form complete sentences in the middle of checking in another student. Turning in my seat to check, my suspicions were confirmed. The cause of such a sudden speech impediment was indeed my friend. Alyssa was gorgeous. Gentle curls of red hair fell over her pale skin to rest on her shoulders. Light green eyes flashed with energy and a handful of freckles were scattered liberally across her face. She was only 5'2", but that's a blessing for a gymnast. She had small breasts, probably barely in an A cup. Her whole body was incredibly toned and firm. Her ass was high, round, and tight. Powerful thighs that stayed feminine connected smoothly to gracious calves, strong ankles, and small feet. Today, Alyssa was decked out in NSU gear from the campus bookstore. An extra-small NSU shirt clung to her body, accenting her nipples. They pressed firmly against the shirt with no bra in the way-- she didn't need one, she didn't wear one. A couple inches of her tight torso were exposed before the rolled-down tops of her "NSU Athletic Dept." shorts that barely covered the bottoms of her cheeks. She was in flip-flops and playing with her new keys. Hopping up from my seat, I walked quickly to her side and we made small talk while the RA figured out how to talk again and finished with the student that had been checking in. "Jeff," I said, "this is Alyssa. I know her from way back, and she's coming over to see my new room." "Hi, Alyssa. Um, nice to meet you. C-could I ask you to sign here as a guest?" Alyssa signed in and we went on to my room, #624. As I opened the door and let her take in the view, Alyssa spun around to me. "I thought freshman didn't get private rooms!" "We don't. I had to convince Dad that I needed it to study, and then let him get an exemption from the housing administrator." "You're lucky." "I'm hoping to be even luckier soon." Alyssa suddenly looked up at me in concern. After all, I was the good kid. Was I going to try to do something? "Don't worry. I'm not about to jump you or anything," I laughed, "but I did want to talk to you about the conversation the other night around the campfire." Before she had a chance to freak out, I continued. "I'll be honest. You already know I'm not planning to have sex before I'm married. But I don't want to get to marriage and not be able to please a woman at all. So this is what I was thinking..." And then I outlined my plan. It was bold, but if it worked, it would be amazing. Alyssa's face moved slowly from utter disbelief into realization that I meant every word. From there to acceptance, from acceptance to curiosity, and from curiosity to enthusiasm. She even gave feedback and helped me make it better. Chapter 2: The Business Plan I wanted to be "the guy" that ate pussy better than any other guy, bar none. For two weeks, I'd eat Alyssa at least twice a day. More, if she wanted. I'd take every tip she could give me. I'd try every technique she asked for. I'd focus on becoming a master at eating her out. Then I'd ask her to start making referrals. This was a key point, because Alyssa would be rushing a sorority this fall, and would have access to plenty of young women to recommend me to. Furthermore, she was rushing into a group that wasn't known for putting out easily like some others were. These girls would be horny but repressed, and open to the plan. Later, she'd be part of the gymnastics team at NSU, and she knew those girls would all want to have someone suck them to a screaming O without trying to make them too sore to practice. Starting at this point, it would be a business. Because Alyssa gave me the idea, she got a sweet deal if she took it. I was offering: 1) Up to 2 sessions a week, free. 2) 10% of ALL profits. 3) 50% of gross on each direct referral. And that's the thing. From here on out, there'd be a price list, and a cash fee. In return for my services, I wanted money. The girl is always guaranteed that I won't ask for sex. I won't want a blowjob. I show up, I give her the greatest of pleasure, take my money and leave. No commitment. No dates. No condoms, wet spots, birth control, or pregnancy. Just relief from the horniness of youth. And ultimate discretion. All I asked was clean, no diseases, and shaved or trimmed pubic hair. In return, I'd do whatever we agreed to, collect my money and be done until the next call. Each girl got an offer of her own: 50% of gross on each direct referral and no price increases for six weeks. Here's what that meant. If Alyssa referred me to someone that paid $20 for my services, Alyssa would get $10 in referral money and another $1 as her percentage of all profits. I'd keep $9. If that girl made a referral for $20, she'd get $10, Alyssa would get her $1, and I'd get $9. Two referrals would let the girl pay for another session with me just out of her referral money. A referral for more money would help. A referral for less would pay less. That system would be continued for infinite levels. Any girl would make 50% on whoever she sent to me. Alyssa would always get 10% of my half as her reward for giving me the idea and helping me get started. I'd always get 40% of a deal, by the end. And that was okay with me, because I'd be eating a lot of pussy. Top referrers could have a lot of cash, or a lot of pussy eating, or both. Alyssa was going to be rich. I was going to be the most popular guy on campus, and the envy of every other red-blooded male. Oh, and have plenty of disposable income. Alyssa's smile told me we had a deal, but I asked anyway. "Do we have a deal?" In reply, she stood up from the edge of my bed, hooked her thumbs into her waistband, and slid her shorts to the floor while locking my eyes with her flashing green ones. Chapter 3: The Eager Pupil Alyssa looked me in the eyes and queried "you've never done this before at all?" "Nope." I figured short was better for an answer then saying something dumb. "Then you have a lot to learn. Start by appreciating the whole woman. Trace your fingers over her body. Feel her contours. Take pleasure in all of her. Kiss, sure, but also kiss from the chin down. Taste her skin. Don't tickle, but make sure you touch everywhere more than once. Don't just dive straight for sucking her titties. Don't reach clumsily to spread her legs and dive right in. Wake up her whole body. Set her nerves on fire from head to toe. In doing so, you heighten every sensation to come, and create a connection between you that will make what you do much more effective and let you be much more expensive." I couldn't even think straight. There was a reason this was apparently the greatest thing that ever happened to a woman when it was done right. It sounded hard. I knew *I* was hard. Alyssa was a wet dream for me and here she was, sitting on my bed with no shorts on (or underwear-- as it turned out, she never bothered with it) and I was supposed to be focusing. She continued. "When you finally do settle between her legs, spend time kissing and licking her inner thighs. Paint her mound with your tongue. Gently part her lips with your tongue, and explore tenderly. Look for a moment at the pussy in front of you and tell her it's beautiful. What's more, you had better believe it's beautiful. You may have preferences, but every woman is the unique creation of God, and so is her cunt. Nobody else in the world has the same lips, ridges, and look. Some of us have long inner lips. Some barely have any. You'll see fat lips and thin ones. Clits that are the size of tiny dicks and ones that you'll have to coax to the light with patience and care. Every one of them is beautiful in it's own way. So you look, you find the beauty, and you damn well tell her it's beautiful." I nodded, struck dumb. "Treat each step like it's the only one. Let the girl's body betray her into getting you to take the next step. Let her arch her body against you. Let her press her cunt up into your hand when you brush past it. Let her pull your head into her lips when she's ready for you to stop teasing and eat her out. Once you finally get to the job, please, don't be mistaken by the phrase 'eat her out.' This is not a time for teeth. Almost ever. Unless you get a freak, and she'll tell you if she wants it. Lick, suck, probe, and tease. Explore every area of her outer and inner lips. Brush and tease her clit. Use a flat tongue, a pointed tongue, strokes and swirls, and eventually, suck directly on her pearl. Don't be fooled by the porn you've watched. Almost every woman wants you to end up sucking directly on her button. That's not a special technique reserved for the most intense women. We're all intense. We all want it. Build up to it, fine. But get there, and latch on like there's no tomorrow. Figure out how to breathe on your own time. Whether she's riding your face or you're kneeling between her legs at the edge of the bed, stopping for air isn't really excusable. You'll get clues along the way. More or less noise, more or less moving, ragged breathing, swearing, whimpering, and so forth. Got it? One more thing, don't just try to drive right for the goal. Have I made that clear enough? Do you remember the conversation around the fire? Everyone wants it to last longer. It will be SO MUCH BETTER if you can build a girl up to the edge, then back down a little and tease for a moment, then build up again, and so on, until you finally push her over the cliff of pleasure. You'll earn your weight in gold. Now, Lou-- are you ready to try?" If that was the lecture, I was ready for the lab. I was painfully hard, but had to ignore that while Alyssa positioned us the way she wanted. For my first time, she went easy on me, and lay across the bed with her knees hanging off the edge. Grabbing a pillow I dropped it on the floor in front of her open legs, fell to my knees, and started kissing my way up her thighs. WHAP. "What the...?" I'd just been hit with a pillow. Alyssa was glaring at me. "Don't you listen, Lou? Start over, and appreciate the whole woman! No skipping steps!" I nodded, realizing just how hard this would be. Starting again, I leaned over her with my cock tenting my move-in jeans. Getting intimately close to her collarbone I gently breathed in her scent, letting her light perfume mix with her soap and skin in a swirl in my mind. Bringing up my hands, I started at the sides of her neck and began gently trailing my wide fingers down her firm body while I hung over her. Light swirls and brushes over her creamy skin worked slowly across her neck and shoulders, down her slender arms, and tickled with her fingertips. I began tuning into her breath for clues as small kisses and licks began to caress her ears, neck, collarbones, and shoulders. Alyssa's light gasp when I traced her jaw with my tongue told me I was starting to get it. With a little more confidence, I let my hands keep moving: up her sides, sliding across her ribs, delicately tracing the edges of her small breasts. Experimenting with varying pressures, I found that her stomach tightened and rippled under firm, smooth movements. Almost non-existent flutters around her nipples made her small, tight areolae crinkle into tiny pebbles. My warm breath made them even harder, and I began to work my way down her body. Letting my hands begin exploring her torso, the sides of her ass, the delicate inside curve where thigh meets groin, down her thighs and the backs of her knees, I lowered my mouth to her breasts and began gently washing them with my tongue. The urge to suck her nipples was overpowering, but I had to remember to build up slowly, or I was sure she'd hit me with another pillow. My tongue worked on the bottoms of her breasts, which earned me a giggle from Alyssa. That giggle turned into a quiet whimper when I moved to flit the tip of my tongue across her nipples for the first time. "Th..this...is... better," she breathed, barely above a whisper as her body shook gently below me. Then I sucked her right nipple into my mouth. Sharply, all at once, and hard. "Oh, FUCK yes! God DAMNIT that was good!" It turned out little Alyssa really like having someone pay attention to her small tits. I guess, considering how amazing her ass is, nobody really focused on her less prominent features much. It was a valuable lesson: a girl may have some spectacular aspect that everyone pays attention to, but she still wants to have the rest of her body celebrated. Even as I sucked and swirled on her nipple, I filed that fact away. After what felt like an age, I reluctantly separated my mouth from her chest and continued trailing downwards. Gently settling to my knees again, I finished kissing my way down her sculpted abdomen towards her greatest treasures. She had those ultra-defined muscles at her groin that just draw the eye naturally to her pussy. I suddenly wished I had gone to our gymnastics meets in high school. With my eyes pointed right at her lower lips, the urge to dive for them was incredible. Steeling myself to the task, trying desperately to remember the things she'd told me, I worked my way up from her thighs to her inner thighs, then danced around her cunt. Alyssa was shifting and tightening her butt, squirming with a growing impatience under my kisses and fingers. I began to smell her arousal, and knew I couldn't wait any longer. With a broad, flat tongue I began to press firmly, making heavy strokes over her mons, her outer lips, and, finally, parting her inner lips with my tongue to slide for the first time from base to tip of her pussy. As I lifted, a flick of my tongue across her clit made her jump against my face. Holding her lips apart, breathing in her fragrant scent, pure, clean, and entirely shaven, I looked back up to her and said in true wonder "your pussy is beautiful." Alyssa hadn't actually told me what to do next, should I wait for a response? Should I get right back to it? I didn't want to lose her excitement, so I decided that when there was no direct answer right away, I should get back to work. Moving into her lips I began to lick and suck her outer lips from bottom to top, creating gentle tugs on her pearl. Realizing that this was it, that, just by offering to eat pussy, I was, and this whole damn thing was real, I went for gold. I thrust my tongue as far into her as I could get it, and wiggled it. To be fair, my tongue isn't that long, but I did my best. Pushing as hard as I could, I heard Alyssa's breathing get much faster, and looked up through my eyebrows to see her chest heaving and her fingers pinching her small nipples hard. I pushed up to her clit and began to make u-shapes around it with the pointed tip of my tongue, providing direct stimulation and constant movement. "Oh, my fucking God. Fuck yes. Eat that fucking cunt." Alyssa was swearing like a sailor as she reached down, pulled my mouth into her pussy, and slammed her legs shut around my ears. The Referral Program Ch. 02 Dear Readers: thank you for all of your kind words and feedback for the first part of this adventure. I hope you'll continue to enjoy the results. As an editorial note, I've decided to drop the "Chapters" and just break this whole deal down into "Part 2" and so on. I'll use ***** between scenes or ideas. And yes, dear sweet goodness, I'm sorry it took me something like five months to get this to you. Life's been crazy. ***** "Stunned" might be a great word to describe how I was feeling. I mean, let's review what had just happened: I talked to a girl I'd known for years about a plan to eat out a huge number of women on campus, for pay. She didn't run away. She agreed to it. She not only agreed but got me started right away. I had just buried my face between Alyssa's incredibly toned gymnast's legs and brought her to an explosive, very loud, very profane orgasm in my dorm room. In the process, I'd gotten the rundown on how to bring a woman to her greatest pleasure. I'd discovered that Alyssa was sexually energetic, open, demanding, driven, and experienced in ways I had never dreamed. The redhead had rocked my world, and I hadn't even been the one to come. She'd agreed to refer me to her future sorority sisters, as well as to the members of the North State University gymnastics squad. I was going to get her off at least twice a day for two weeks, then twice a week after that for free. She'd get paid for every referral she made, as well as a flat percentage of every customer as her reward for giving me the idea for this whole thing. I was going to be going down on a LOT of chicks. I'd be among the most popular guys on campus, even if none of the guys understood why. There'd always be enough money for restaurants, and I'd still be a "virgin" for my future wife because there was to be zero intercourse. I'd even agreed to lock up my dick while I was "on duty" just to avoid any danger of that rule being broken. Regardless of my feelings, our conversation was continuing. "Earth to Lou..." Alyssa was pointing out to me that I'd done my math wrong, for one thing. "Out of, say, $20, if you give away $10 to the referrer and gave me $1, you're really giving me 10% of your share, not 10% of the whole sale. That's cool. I'm fine with it, but you should know you're really keeping 45% of the gross." "Thanks." I was just trying to think straight at all instead of getting lost in the recent memory of how she looked with the tight NSU t-shirt off and the "NSU Athletic Dept." shorts pushed down off of her sweet, firm ass. We struggled for a while about the price list. This was college. My future clients were going to be students. At the same time, I was running a business. I was going to classes. I was paying huge referral fees. I had to get a decent hourly rate when it was all said and done. Professional service providers lived and died by their hourly rates. The more we talked, the harder it got to decide. There were so many "features" that could be packaged together or "sold" individually. The only things we knew for sure were that any business I got for myself meant I got to keep the referral fee, and that a referrer could choose to waive her fee for the first session with a new client, creating a "50% discount" for a first-timer. The idea was that someone might try for the lower price and become a customer that might never have gone for it otherwise-- a long-term smart choice for the referrer. Finally, we agreed to put the price list on hold. For the first two weeks, Alyssa was my only client anyway and she was getting the services for free in return for her availability and feedback. We'd revisit the list after we both had a better idea of how it should go. We'd been talking for hours, and I'd gotten some sweet tea out of the mini fridge in my room. If you're not from the South, you may not understand sweet tea. It's not just iced tea with sugar added. It's pure heaven in a glass. Sweet tea has enough sugar to make you diabetic and it wakes up your whole outlook on life. I heard a neighbor moving in a few rooms down from me. Someone's dad was getting bent out of shape about the way the closets were already beaten up and he'd be damned if he got billed for it at the end of the semester. Alyssa and I listened in because Jeff, the RA working check-in that afternoon, was busy giving out "mmhmm" and "yes, sir" and "I understand, sir" and "don't worry, sir" like they just might go out of style. Poor guy. I suppose the room and board were worth it to him, though, because he agreed with the dad until he ran out of steam, wrote him a sheet to take with him that clearly outlined the existing damage, and sent him on his way. ***** Once the hall got quiet again, Alyssa looked at me and grinned. "What?" I asked. For the life of me, I didn't think I'd spilled any tea on myself or anything. "Lay down on the bed, cunt sucker. I'm going to give you your next lesson." Blinking at her, I nodded and moved to lay down. "So how are you going to..." I never finished the question. Alyssa had stripped, done a neat front roll up the bed, up my body, and ended with her slit pressed against my face. She had essentially no fat to speak of, but her pubic bone was sitting on my upper lip and kind of blocking my nose from its very important job. "Sometimes a girl doesn't need any warm-up, Lou. Considering that we've spent the last few hours talking about you going down on girls as many ways as possible and as often as possible, I'm excited enough. Besides, last time was a-fucking-mazing, and I'm getting all tingly just thinking about having it again. Get your face in there and get to work." I sort of turned my head a little sideways between her legs, inasfar as I could do that with her small body pressed against me and her strong thighs surrounding my head. One knee next to each ear was limiting my success. "Um, " I asked, somewhat muffled, "what about breathing? You're kind of on all the things I use to breathe." "Figure it out, Lou. Breathe where you can. I'd tell you something like 'nobody's ever died from this,' but I'm pretty sure it's not true. Look, I'll get off if you pass out, I promise. Otherwise, figure it out. No more talking. You're in this for the long haul, buddy, and I'm just helping you out, remember?" "What a good samaritan," I thought to myself. "You sure picked a hell of a partner for this business. Oh well. You *are* still on a bed with a sleek, strong, beautiful girl, about to bring her to great sexual heights. For the second time in one day. Because you offered. Life is good. Figure it out, huh? I guess I will." Turning my face back in, I stretched out my tongue. It took a little shifting around to get properly situated, but once more I soon found myself getting to work. Alyssa didn't weigh much, but most of what there was to her was settled on my face. She was rocking her hips slightly, rubbing herself against my face and nose. The image of her defined abs tensing and releasing right in front of my eyes was suddenly one of the sexiest things I'd ever seen. Her frame rose above me, and her neat, small breasts begged for attention. All of which made for great distractions. There were still some things I needed to focus on. Like breathing. I finally figured out that I could open my mouth wide while Alyssa leaned forward and get some breath in that way. Also, my jaw hurt. Even if this girl on my face was a small, tight gymnast, she still wasn't weightless. It is a hell of a lot more work to eat pussy when there's a weight on your jaw. And she was mashing my lips into my teeth to the point that I wondered if they'd be turned to pulp. "Fuck it," I decided. The fastest way out from under Alyssa, short of tossing her bodily aside, was to get her off as fast as humanly possible. We'd skipped the foreplay, so all I had to do was lick, suck, and flick my way to the end. I crammed my face into her sweet lips, and started licking with a broad tongue. I was going to make the best of it, have as much fun as possible, and remember that she tasted incredible. Alyssa really did taste incredible. Like a honeysuckle or something. She was sweet and smooth and mildly acidic, just like the tea in my fridge but way harder to get my hands on. Alyssa was starting to moan and pant, feeling the extra work of keeping herself upright and rocking on my face while I toyed her button. The tension in her body could work for me, I realized, because orgasm includes tightening muscles. Anything that helped get her tight on the way would hurry the end. I reached both hands up from behind her and started brushing over her nipples. They were small stones, hard enough to cut glass, and incredibly sensitive. A sudden intake of air told me I was being smart about this. As an added bonus, raising my arms had rotated my shoulders and lifted her backside a little, making it easier to breathe. The things we take for granted. I started running gently spread fingers back and forth over each nipple like those rumble strips on the highway. Little sets of electric shocks went flowing through her body, and I certainly felt the results down below as she tightened and shuddered on my face. I had no idea how long we'd been going. It felt like forever, and my face hurt. Alyssa was getting louder. "Fuck yes, Lou! Eat that shit. Suck me, you little motherfucker. Oh, my fucking god. Ohhhhh my fucking god. Yes! Fuck!" Her narrow hips were grinding on my face. My nose, in particular, was starting to hurt in a brand new way. I was already pretty sure my lip was toast from the teeth underneath, but now I wondered if my nose was going to be broken. Great. The only way out was through. I sucked Alyssa's bead into my mouth and put vacuum pressure on it to the best of my abilities. Her moving made it harder, but I managed to begin lashing that thing with my tongue like I wanted to know it's every secret. Alyssa was writhing. Her juices were running down my face and getting my sheets messy. She was sliding freely over my features as I pinched and squeezed her nips with everything I thought I had a chance at. "Fucking FUCK! Yeaaaaaaaaaaaggggghhhh fuck!" Alyssa snapped her head back, then down at me. She grabbed my hair, and started riding my face like the mechanical bull at our Grad Night party at high school. "Don't you fucking stop, Lou. Not like last time, you hear me? You fucking finish yeaaaaahhhhh you fucking finish me off until ohmyfuckinggod I get to fucking come. I will tell you when to stop and not one goddamn second before that, do you understand meeeeeeeeeee?!?!!!!" I was staring at her wide-eyed while not daring to slow down at all. That was the most coherent thing she'd said while I ate her out, and it was punctuated by her pleasure bursting through. I nodded quickly, working it into the tugging on her clit and tits that was quickly making her louder still. Without further warning, Alyssa went from "OhmygodI'mgonnacome ohmygodohmygod...." into wordless screams that I KNEW could be heard all the way down the hall. And I had at least one neighbor. Her smooth back arched powerfully backwards and I was practically pulled up off of the bed as her hold on my hair kept my lips and tongue firmly in place. Bucking wildly, Alyssa rode for more than 8 seconds (it was probably more like 25) before releasing her iron grip on my head and falling backwards onto the bed. Finally. I fell back myself, sore in ways I hadn't imagined. My tongue hurt, my lips hurt, my nose felt broken, my hair was half pulled out, and my jaw was killing me. The results though, I couldn't question. Alyssa had come so hard she appeared to have passed out. Certainly, she didn't move for a couple of minutes, and I'd checked to make sure she was breathing. Looking at the clock, I realized that we had been at it for the better part of half an hour, and I was proud. And sore. Good God was I sore. Alyssa began to stir, then lifted her head to look at me. Gentle red curls swung as she said "Not bad, huh?" And you know what? It was actually pretty great. I said "that was great, but it sure hurt." I explained to Alyssa that my face felt something like it had been through a meat grinder and was tender, damaged, and possibly going to need time to repair before another session. "Lou. Such is the price of your fame, Lou. You want to eat pussy all the time? You'd better get used to having the girl on top. Lots of women prefer it. They're not all as little as me. I'm just practice. I'll give you a day or so before we do that again, sure, but you're going to have to build up your toughness. You'll adapt, like callouses on your hands from lifting. Your lip and nose won't get so sore once you get used to it." "Hey, uh, something else. You're kind of loud. Not that I'm complaining, but even from the sixth floor of a dorm, someone else is going to complain eventually. I'm going to get in trouble, or get someone else in trouble, or whatever. Or I'm going to get busted, and the whole thing will come crashing down." "Fine. I won't shout down the rafters. Repress my style, why don't you?" Alyssa looked a little hurt. "I love your style. Considering that I've imagined getting with you for years, this is all a dream come true for me. I'm just saying we may need to find alternate places if people are going to be noisy. That's all." "Okay," she sighed. "Once rush is done, I'm sure the sorority house will be able to handle the sounds of screaming girls without arousing any suspicions. I just have to convince my new president. She may need to get a free sample from time to time. Like rent, only, um, not cash." ***** After the second session of the day, I was too sore to try for any more practice. Alyssa took pity on me, and didn't force the matter. She dressed, and we talked some more. I asked about how rush worked. "I get to skip rush itself, which is nice. That's when all the girls that want to join a sorority go through a few days of hell at the beginning of the semester, then get invitations to pledge from interested sororities. I'm what they call a 'legacy' because Mom is already a sister, so they have to take me, but they don't have to be nice about it. Epsilon Lambda Tau is an elite group. They'll be spending my money, and probably using my body, and keeping me out until all hours. Mostly, the chapter will probably use me about as hard as I'm using you right now, except in more areas. It'll be pretty awful. It only lasts for a couple of weeks, though, and then I'll be in. It'll definitely cramp my free time. Gymnastics doesn't start for a month or so, so at least they're not going to be at the same time." "I see." I didn't see. It sounded awful. I kept thinking about it. Alyssa was trading a few weeks of terrible treatment for a place in an organization that could open doors for her for the rest of her life. I was trading a few weeks of vigorous carpet munching (well, she was smooth, but you know), which is what I wanted anyway, for a business made out of doing the exact same things, as preparation to give my future wife one hell of a good time once we got married. I realized we were mostly doing the same thing, except in very different areas of our lives. ***** With promises to connect by text about the best place to carry on my training the next day, Alyssa and I wrapped up in my room. As I walked her down the hall towards the stairs, I kept my eyes open for my new neighbor. There. 619. Across the hall and two doors down from me, the door was open, and there was a moderately slender girl sitting on the bed, reading, and facing the door. As we passed, I noticed her straight brown hair, round glasses, capris, and bare feet. She looked up sharply at us as we passed, and I think I saw her blushing. Damn. "Hiya, Jeff. Alyssa ended up staying for quite a while this afternoon, huh? She's the only person I know here so far, so she'll probably be over a lot." We were getting her signed back out at the RA desk. Jeff's clipboard was filled with names, because move-in is always a busy time at the front desk. Jeff nodded politely, and Alyssa was out the door with two sets of eyes watching her perfectly round backside go bouncing away. Jeff turned to me and said "You have GOT to keep it down, man. However the hell you're doing it, and congratulations for getting a piece of that ass, you have got to keep it down. She is loud. I could hear her when I was checking people in-- from two floors away. That is hard to explain to parents. I had to make some excuses, but people know what they're hearing. I'm not losing residents because your girlfriend is a screamer." I was stunned. Again. Then I smiled. "Jeff, brother, Alyssa's not even my girlfriend. She's just helping me test something out. I already talked to her about the noise, and it'll get better, I promise." Jeff's face was the very essence of a blank stare. He was completely uncomprehending. "Look. Alyssa's a great girl, and maybe some day we'll date. For now, I'm keeping my options open. What I can tell you, though, is that my room might be, uh, noisier than most, a lot of the time. You're the RA for my hall, right?" Jeff nodded. "I may need your help to stay out of trouble. In exchange, I may be able to help you have a very *satisfying* semester. Does that sound like something we might be able to work out?" Jeff looked at me, wheels spinning upstairs. I could almost smell the smoke as he chose his words carefully. "Lou, I can't knowingly allow the rules of Northern State to be violated. I certainly can't become party to any kind of questionable activity myself. If you just happen to be really good at finding people that might be interested in dating me, I would be grateful for anyone you sent my way. Are we clear?" Jeff stared me in the eye, and I could tell that we were ineed clear. If I sent him enough ass, he'd let me get away with murder, but it couldn't be official. "Sure, Jeff. You've got it. I'll keep my eye out for anyone I think might hit it off well with you." I smiled, extended my hand, and we shared a firm clasp. "Damn, that girl is fine." He was shaking his head and looking out the door that Alyssa had gone through so recently. "Yes, she is, Jeff. Yes she is." ***** I walked back up the stairs towards my room. Yes, it's on the sixth floor. Yes, we have an elevator. But the elevator was in constant demand from frustrated families trying to fit all of their kids' stuff on in one trip, and I had a lot to think about. My lips were still sore, even if my nose felt better. It was early evening on my first day at college, and it had been crazy. I'd just gone down on Alyssa, twice, gotten my business out of the "concept" phase and into more of a "market study" kind of situation, had to bribe an RA with some hypothetical future tail, discussed renting space from a sorority that I paid for in oral, and alarmed the neighbors. And all I'd had to eat since Dad pulled away was that bottle of sweet tea and Alyssa's sweet nectar. Reaching my floor, I added "tired legs" to my list of ailments. Right away, I decided I needed to fix my attitude about some things. I wasn't going to get anywhere in life if I complained about every detail. I decided at that moment that I'd be taking the stairs every day. "The exercise is good for me. It will give me strong legs, and help strengthen my core. I'll be more attractive. It'll help me with getting customers and help me satisfy them once we get down to the deed. Sure, my face is sore, but when I go to the gym after a break, I'm sore, too. This is just the sign that I'm growing." I walked past 619 and glanced into the still open door. Brown-hair was still reading on the bed. I decided to introduce myself. Knocking on the door frame, I leaned against the bricking and waited for her to look up. Nothing happened. I knocked again, a little more loudly, and said "hi." That did it. Her eyes popped up from her book, startled. She'd been totally engrossed. "Hi," I said again. As recognition set in, I saw the blush start back up. The Referral Program Pinned between her powerful, athletic legs with my face driven into her mound I did the only thing I could do: suck her clit. I could hardly breath through my nose, my mouth was busy, and so my only hope was in finishing her off. I went for broke. Anything I'd read about doing, I did. I traced circles around her clit, I flicked my tongue over it from side to side while holding it in my mouth. I went through the alphabet, and went back with lowercase letters, too. Anything I could think of. Even that thing I read in an old Penthouse at my buddy's when we were 12-- I hummed the "Star Spangled Banner" into her clit while I worked on it. Rumor had it that the range of vibrations meant a range of sensations that would be amazing. It kind of worked, too, especially the low notes. Alyssa was yelling just as loudly as before and bucking her hips into my face. I wondered if my lips would end up bleeding, but I kept going. "Fuck! Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck. Oooohhhh fuck. Eat that fucking pussy. Don't you fucking stop. I'm almost there. I am so fucking close. Please, don't stop. Don't stop, ohhhh fuck fuck fuck." "I'm an idiot," I thought to myself "for making this take a second longer than I have to, but she said to back off to make it last." I backed off a bit. I slowed down a little with my tongue, I used lighter pressure. Alyssa's back arched off the bed as she whimpered loudly "No no no no why, no don't stop, please don't stop, what are you doing? No. Please, please, let me come. I want to come. Please don't stop. Make me come. I'll do anything." Apparently, she hadn't been lying. It was effective. I picked back up the pace, I poured on the pressure, and soon her shouts had turned to wordless screams. I was worried the residential life staff would be there soon to break down the door. Good thing I was at the end of the hall on the least popular floor at the beginning of move-in. I had a chance, at least, that this wouldn't all go to hell in a handbasket. As I kept up the low humming and my tongue went as fast as it could over her clit, she started jerking beneath me as she cried "Oh, God, here it comes!" I stopped cold. Okay, so sometimes, I'm an asshole. But this was an incredible amount of power. This was the power to bring a woman to the very edge of her greatest pleasure, tease her there, and then bring her to higher and higher pleasure, over and over, before finally letting her tip over the edge into oblivion. Alyssa screamed. "LOU! You ASS! Don't you fucking stop! Eat my pussy like it was made to be eaten and let. me. come!" Once more I started, but gently. I rebuilt to my former pace over the next minute or so, and this time, I didn't stop for anything. With Alyssa's body writhing and heaving on the bed, my head pinned between her steel thighs, I felt her trembling body seize, then heave, then start bucking so hard I thought the bed was going to break. Hell, I thought my neck was going to break. Or my nose. Her cries of relief echoed through the room and probably down the hall. I just kept licking and sucking for all I was worth. When Alyssa's body had stopped thrashing, I slowed my pace and, as she released my head from her grip, came to a stop. Once her breathing returned to a more normal pace, she sat up, scooting herself farther onto the bed, folded her smooth legs, and looked at me. "That was your first time?" "Um, yes?" I was pretty sure I was in trouble. "That was fucking incredible. I haven't come that hard in I don't know how long." "Oh. Well, that's good, right?" "Give me two weeks of that and I'll be the happiest woman on campus. Your jaw is going to hurt, you know, until you build up some endurance. But you'll be damn good at your job. There's just one thing we need to address about all of this." "What?" I was genuinely curious. Without a word, Alyssa pointed at my raging hard-on as it made a mockery of my jeans. As I began to understand what she was looking at, she spoke. "That somewhat-above-average monster is going to scare some clients. If they know you've got it, and they go through something that fucking hot, they may either be afraid that you'll try to follow up by taking your own pleasure or that they'll decide to jump you themselves. We need to make entirely sure that doesn't happen." Hopping off the bed, I watched as her incredibly tight, sexy body was covered back up by the shorts and t-shirt she had worn over to Building 6. Quickly, she grabbed my wallet, opened my browser, and went to Amazon.com, where she ordered something called "The Curve." She had it shipped to her room, then turned around and explained. "We're gonna lock that thing up in an honest-to-goodness cage when you're seeing clients. Your customers never need to know, unless they try to get at you. I'll hold onto the key for the lock, and let you back out when you're done with customers for the day. That way, you can give yourself the relief I'm sure you'll be needing. While it's on, though, you won't even be able to get fully hard, and you'll have to pee sitting down." I stared at her. Lock up my dick? Well, that was okay, I guessed. The more I thought about it, the more it made sense. It was just protecting the plan for everyone. I didn't want to have sex before getting married anyway. After nearly a full minute of thoughtful silence, I nodded. "Good. Now, let's work on that price list and order you some cards from VistaPrint. I'm thinking we just put: Lou Cunnilinguist By Referral Only And leave a place on the card to write a client ID#. This way, Any current client can write her client number on the card, then hand it out. When the new girl comes to you, you'll know who sent her and who to credit." I nodded, and smiled. I couldn't believe that just by offering to go down on a girl, I'd get to. Apparently, I could have been doing this for years. As it was, I was about to be very popular with a whole lot of beautiful women. The future was looking bright. ***** Dear Readers: there is obviously a lot of room for this to grow. If you like it, please let me know, and I'll keep writing. If you don't, please let me know, and let me know why. Thanks again for your time, and I hope to hear from you soon.