0 comments/ 58465 views/ 8 favorites College Club K Ch. 01 By: LadyWatcher If any young college bucks or lasses are up to the challenge of setting up a club at their school, I’d love to hear how it comes out. ====================== As college freshman, I wanted to come up with a way to get the girls to show me their pussies. As a kid I’d been able to get neighborhood girls and girls in school to drop their panties and I was hopeful that the underlying incentives that worked when I was younger would still work. In Elementary School we played “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours”. To enact my more grown-up version of this game, I would form and preside over a voyeurs’ club. I was optimistic that I could find a way to barter that would get college girls to drop their panties. I decided that I would solicit interest in my club by posting a notice on an old-fashioned campus bulletin board in the middle of campus. The notice ran thusly: “Voyeur/Exhibitionist club forming – email me at [email address] if you like to watch or be watched. If you are interested, you will be emailed regarding terms for acceptance into the club.” As would be expected, a bunch of guys emailed and some were jerks. Luckily for me, I was holding all of the cards so I didn’t even respond if the initial email indicated cockiness or arrogance. To those who emailed me, to whom I chose to respond, I sent the following notice: “Please submit a picture – either a digital photograph or a scanned copy of a picture will work. A picture that shows your face and body is best. If you are the kind of person that the opposite sex will want to see naked, you will be considered for membership. The primary purpose of the club is for the members to share the excitement of displaying their nude bodies to the others and in turn to see the other members’ nude bodies. If you are offended or unwilling to meet these terms of membership, understand that you will not be granted membership in the club. With your photograph, please indicate in 40 words or less what you hope to take from your affiliation with the club. – Brad, Voyeur Club President” Of the 19 people who I sent the “picture” email, only 2 females responded and 5 guys responded. The first females to enter the membership consisted of a busty Latino lass named Kelly, and a thin, straight-haired girl named Amy. The male membership consisted of myself (Brad) a light haired tall and thin guy, a dark haired soccer player named Scott, a muscular black guy named Bob, and a stocky white guy with a crew cut named Jay. I opted to not allow one skinny guy with glasses and another who had bad skin into the club. The first notice each new member received read as follows: Dear [Member Name], You have been provisionally accepted into the Voyeur’s Club. To maintain your membership, you must fulfill stunts of exhibition which I will explain in advance of your performing them. Each member will be called upon to perform a stunt. Each stunt will have an element of risk but each stunt will be roughly on par with all other stunts. If you decline to take a challenge, you will immediately lose membership in the club. Brad, Voyeur Club President” Anyway, I decided to make a guy take the club’s first challenge to let the females know that the club is for real and not just a way for us to take advantage of them. The first challenge was given to Scott. The email to apprise Scott of his challenge read as follows: “Challenge 1: You are tasked to streak across the end zone of the school football field during the next night game on September 29th or to perform a private masturbation for the female club members. If you streak, you should do so at the south end of the field. If you wish to conceal your identity for either of these challenges, you may wear a mask of your choosing. Please respond with your preference.” His reply read simply: “I’ll streak” I blind carbon copied an email to the other members: Voyeur Club Members, “A male student has opted to take the challenge of streaking across the end zone at the south end of the football field during the next home game. Arrive early for the home football game on the 29th. Be sure to sit in the lower bleachers near the southern end of the stadium for the best view. Brad, Voyeur Club President” When the football game began, Scott didn’t show; as half-time approached I thought that maybe the club would never get off the ground. Fortunately right after the chaos of half-time was ending, out streaks Scott in his natural glory except for a ski mask and sneakers. The lady club members Kelly, a curvy brunette and Amy a slim blond were on hand to see his wagging dick as he rushed across the end zone to the safety of some trees where he had hidden some sweatpants and a jacket. I was sitting near where the girls were and could see from their reactions that they were pleased to have been tipped off as to where the “good” seats were tonight though they lamented the brevity of the experience. I knew who the girls were from the pictures they submitted, but they didn’t know who I was. I stayed quiet so as not to tip them off that I was also in the club. The second challenge was for a female; I selected Kelly. Her notice read as follows: “Challenge 2: You are tasked to either flash people from a changing booth at the Gap at the mall at 2pm on Saturday October 7th or to insert a carrot into your vagina for the male club members. If you choose the penetration challenge, you need not reveal your identity. I will provide you with a box that you can cover yourself with from the waist up so that no one need know who you are. For the changing booth challenge, you must fully expose your breasts and make eye contact with at least one man. You must spend no less than 15 minutes in the changing booth with the door ajar and without a top. Brad, Voyeur Club President I figured there was no sense in scaring her off before we even got started but if she would willingly drop her panties I wanted to give her every opportunity to share her sweetness. Kelly’s response: “Brad, I bet you would like it if I poked myself with a carrot - you pervert. I don’t think that I’m ready for that kind of exposure. I think I’ll take the mall challenge. : - ) Kelly” My message to the rest of the membership: “Voyeur Club Members, A female member has opted to take the challenge of flashing strangers at the Gap changing rooms at the mall this Saturday, the 7th at 2pm. The challenge requires her to remain topless for at least 15 minutes and to make eye contact with at least one male customer while topless. Brad, Voyeur Club President” Some of the guys protested via email that they wanted to see pussy not just tits. I replied that we needed to warm the girls up if we wanted them to stay in the club; crotch shots would come later. As luck would have it, it would only be a few weeks before Kelly would remove her knickers for us. On the designated Saturday, there were plenty of people going in and out of the Gap. The guys in the club were hanging out around the store to ensure that our mystery entertainment would go through with her act. There were plenty of regular customers on hand when show time arrived. Neither the guys nor Kelly knew who was in the club versus who was just there to shop. Likewise, the guys did not know who was just there to shop and who was there to flash. After arriving at the store, Kelly tried on jeans and so forth for at least 30 minutes. Scott and I got a peek into the changing room while we were pretending to look at shirts. Kelly had a nice set of tits – seeing them swinging free was quite nice. Kelly truly seemed to enjoy showing off. I got a rush to think that I had masterminded this lewd event. After fulfilling her challenge, Kelly actually bought a pair of jeans. When she left to pay, I winked at her. I’m sure she suspected I was in the club but she didn’t dare to ask; she just smiled and walked past. So it went that the club began. The first two stunts were not too dangerous, but had proven the idea that young women would be willing to play my game and that maybe I would soon be getting these gals to spread their legs. However, if I was going to keep the club alive, I was going to have to get the girls to go farther. I contemplated hiring a stripper or even paying Kelly or Amy. However, in hopes of not having to squander my precious, puny bankroll, I idly contemplated my next move hoping that inspiration would strike. I knew that if I pushed too hard, the girls would bail. I got a lucky break in late October when an older woman responded to my solicitation. This puzzled me somewhat as I had taken the notice down in September after about three weeks for fear of getting in trouble with the school administration. Whoever she was, she had to have been deliberating her decision to contact me for several weeks. She wrote: Dear Voyeur Club, “I am not a student here but might be able to help your little club under conditions of complete anonymity. I’m a recently divorced female and would like to have sexual experiences without hassle or commitment. Under no circumstances should my identity be revealed. If you honor my wish, I’ll give you boys a show you will not soon forget. – K” I wrote her back: “K, I am very interested in finding out more about you. Your willingness to expose yourself to the membership is very good. As you may have guessed, exposing yourself is a requirement for membership. There are a number of young men who would very much appreciate your exposing your naked body. Please send a revealing photograph of yourself. You can of course hide the face to conceal your identity but, please understand that in fairness to the existing membership I must first evaluate your basic physical appearance. If I might ask, what is your name? – Brad, Voyeur Club President” K replied, “Brad, I am a recent divorcee. I don’t miss my asshole ex-husband, but I miss the sex. The idea of making young college guys sexually frustrated to the point of orgasm gives me wicked pleasure. I enjoy teasing men by letting them glimpse at what they can not have. I have been known to flash people at the food court at the mall. If you protect my identity, I will be happy to entertain your men so long as actual physical contact is permitted solely at my discretion. Sorry, but I can’t tell you my name. – K” Enclosed with K’s email was an attachment. Her attachment was a headless digital photograph of herself in a bathing suit. The picture revealed large breasts and a pretty nice figure – a bit heavy but not fat. She had a very light complexion and her skin looked supple and smooth. I liked what I saw and my heart sped thinking about her interest in showing herself without the bathing suit. I wondered if her snatch would be hairy, bald or in between. Would she be generous and spread it wide or would she be an insufferable tease? I pondered these things as I considered my next move. I wrote back to K: “K, I definitely think I can live with your conditions of complete anonymity. You indeed would be a welcome and excellent addition to the club. Perhaps you can show the young girls how it is done. I propose that you come to a predetermined site that you can come to and leave in secrecy. You can come wearing a mask or a scarf and sunglasses and wear a bulky coat to conceal your identity. With it being so close to Halloween, no one on the street will give it a second thought to see you in a mask. Plus we’ll do this late at night so the odds of anyone seeing you at all are pretty slim. I’m looking into finding a place possibly off-campus where you can give the boys a show. If I can find someone with an off-campus apartment that I don’t have to tell too much, I’ll set that up. If you have any better ideas on where to do this, please let me know. Thanks, Brad PS – By the way, you have a very nice body.” K replied, “Brad, Thanks for the compliment on my looks. I try to stay in shape. I hope you like seeing me in person. I have some interesting features that aren’t shown in the picture ;-) About your concerns over finding a place, just say that I know some people who work on campus. I have access to keys to the chemistry department laboratories; this will solve the problem of where to do the show. We can enter at the service entrance below Dr. Adams classroom on the back side of the building. I will hide in the building ahead of time and will lock up and leave secretly after everyone else leaves. If anyone tries following me, I have ways of making sure you will regret it; like I said, I know some people. Security will not be a problem if we time it well. The watchmen’s rounds are scheduled nightly so that there is one stop at 11:30 pm and another at 4:30 am. I think we should meet between those hours. We can’t use the lights as I don’t want to bring attention to the fact that we are there as the lab has windows that face the alley behind the building. If you set it up so that there are at least three handsome men and no more than five there, I will give you a show. If you let me down, I may choose to disappear quietly or call Security. No one may touch me unless I explicitly ask or indicate that they may do so. If there are any women in the club they can watch too. No more than a half dozen people can be there; it would be too risky for a large group and might get out of hand. I carry pepper spray and am not afraid to use it so don’t even think about trying any funny stuff with me. Also, I will not speak as I don’t want you to know my voice. – K” From K’s message, I really began to become curious about who this K person was and how she had such intimate knowledge of the campus down to the timing of the security rounds. I responded: "K, How is Friday the 20th at 2 am. – Brad” Her reply, “Brad, Friday the 20th at 2 it is. Arrive at 1:30a and be alone and make sure that nobody sees you. Knock twice softly on the door so that I know it is you and I’ll let you in. – K” Since the club was so small, I went ahead issued an email to the entire membership: “Voyeur Club Members, There will be a special event of the club at 2am on Friday the 20th. The utmost secrecy is required – if you are late, bring attention to the situation, bring anyone with you, or in any way threaten the confidentiality of the event, it will be cancelled and you will not be notified of a rescheduled place and time. You are to bring a flashlight and arrive on foot. I will meet you at the service entry below Dr. Adams’ room which is on the northeast rear corner of the Science building. You are to rap twice lightly. If you are alone and have not in any way blown our cover, you will be let in. If you see someone else at the door, stay back; everyone must arrive alone. Please reply if you will attend. If you maintain utter secrecy, all reasonable efforts will be made to insure that you can get in. We will not use any of the lights in the building as we do not want to direct attention to our presence (or be prosecuted for breaking and entering). This is why I ask you to bring a flashlight. If you do not have one, please buy one before Friday. – B “ Over the next two days, everyone responded that they would be there excepting Amy who would be out of town. With that done, there was nothing left to do for the next couple of days but to wait. I grew more and more anxious as Friday approached. When Friday turned into Saturday and the time approached 1:15am, I slipped out of the dorm towards the Science center. After a brisk walk, I arrived at the back of the Science center, and performed the secret knock. After several seconds, the door opened and a masked figure appeared. Despite this being the plan, the camouflaged figure kind of scared me for a second. I rationalized that this was the mystery woman, K, and not a trap. I slipped in and waited for the others. The figure said nothing but gestured with a raised hand for me to stop and then swiftly and quietly disappeared towards the chemistry lab. I assumed from the painted fingernails that it was indeed a woman. It was so dark that I had to trust based on her actions that it this figure was actually a she. Over the next fifteen minutes, the others arrived. After identifying themselves with the secret knock, I’d open the door and direct them to go to the lab while I waited. Once everyone arrived, I caught up with the group. We sort of looked at each other and then I introduced myself as Brad and we went around and everyone else introduced themselves – there was an excitement in the air. For the first time, the membership was meeting the others who had joined my secret club. There were suspicions raised that Scott was the streaker to which he just shrugged. Kelly gave me a knowing look and said, “I knew it” and when she spotted Scott she said, “You look familiar too; been shopping lately?” At last at around 2:10 am, K arrived, wearing red high heels and a black full length coat – it looked like a man’s coat so I suspect that she borrowed it for the occasion. As she entered the room, a hush came over the room and the sexual tension immediately rose; no one ventured to break the silence. She was wearing a full mask in the likeness of Marilyn Monroe that covered her whole head except for eye slits. She stood somewhere between 5’4” to 5’6” but I wasn’t exactly sure as I am 6’2”. She brought a small boom box with her. After her initial awkward entrance, I broke the silence to announce, “I believe our entertainment has arrived. This, my friends, is our newest club member, K.” The room was not really equipped for an exhibition, but she speechlessly gestured to the end of one of the lab benches furthest from the windows and to the stools nearby. The rest of us pulled up stools. We prepared our flashlights as spotlights to illuminate the show. Without saying a word, K plugged in the boom box and got up on the bench. She turned on some jazz music and the show began. As the music played, she twirled around and we could see under the coat that her legs were clad in fishnet stockings. She had a fair complexion which was obvious even in flashlight light. The guys’ eyes were riveted on her. After a dozen spins or so they started to encourage her, “Show us some skin, K! Open your coat and let us see those legs of yours.” K twirled around opening the overcoat to one side. It appeared that all she had on under the coat was lingerie. She wore red pumps, fishnet stockings that ended in garters, black lace panties and a black lace bra. As she continued, I called out, “lose the coat – we want to see you!” She looked my way and slowly and provocatively opened her coat and then let it drop to the bench. As she continued to turn, she started to lower and sway her ass in our direction. We encouraged her more, “That’s a girl, shake that ass.” Then Jay called out, “Show us your tits!” She slowly rose and put a hand to her back and began to unsnap her bra. She opened her bra and let her breasts swing out. She cupped her mammaries in her hands, hiding her nipples – her tits were more than a handful. Scott, our brazen streaker called out, “Show us your nipples. Come on girl we know your nipples are hard”. She lowered her hands so that they were just below her pinkish brown nipples and indeed they appeared to be as hard as rocks. She squeezed and caressed her breasts. As she fondled herself, Bob blurted out, “Show us your pink. Let’s see some pussy.” She continued to twirl around rubbing her tits and then on one turn she lowered her right hand and pulled her panties to one side. She revealed an almost bald slit with a tuft of orange hair at the top. Her inner lips were so swelled that they protruded about and inch past her outer lips. The lips were wrinkled and moist. She then turned and returned her hand to her breasts and continued with greater vigor to cup them and to lightly flick her fingertips over her nipples. I think kneading her breasts and gently brushing her nipples was arousing K at least as much as it was arousing me. College Club K Ch. 01 I called out, “Oooh, you are nice and moist girl, why don’t you squat down and slide a finger into that sweet snatch of yours for us.” K lowered herself and we could see by flashlight light that she had soaked through her panties. She swayed her hips forward and back to the music of Chuck Mangione. After several minutes of this, we guys started chanting “take them off – take them off.” K unsnapped her garters slowly while leaving her legs spread. There was a noticeable dip in her panties where her slit rubbed against the fabric. We continued to chant, “Take them off – take them off.” At last she complied by leaning back on her elbows and raising her hips so that she could free her bottoms. Slowly and seductively, as the jazz music on her boom box played on in the background, she lowered her panties past her knees and to her ankles letting one side slide completely free. I was as hard as a rock and I was sure that the other guys were very turned on too. Our token female witness, Kelly, commented, “You must be pretty hot girl, your pussy is dripping wet, why don’t you let the boys see you dip your finger in there?” Kelly was squirming on her stool herself and had a hand placed firmly over her own vulva through her pants. We boys continued our encouragement, “Come on now, finger that snatch. Cum for us.” Wordlessly, K lightly slipped her index finger into her dripping pussy and flicked the wetness over her clit. She rubbed hard above her mound with her hand leaving her pussy gaping for us to see. We all were staring intently at her glistening snatch at this point. I was dying to stroke my cock as this lewd display was driving me mad. K then placed one of her high heels on my shoulder and the other on Scott’s shoulder and increased the intensity of attention that she was giving to her snatch. Her lovely cunt was so close we could smell it and the affect was adding to the aphrodisiac affect of the whole experience. Bob called out, “Hey, let me see some of that.” Jay added, “Come on, man let me see.” At this, Scott and I held K’s ankles and spread her wide so that the other three could get in between to look straight up into her splayed vagina. The guys seemed to be getting unbelievably hot and began to step nervously from side to side or even openly rub their cocks through their pants or pockets. Kelly had actually slipped her hand inside of her jeans and was busily fingering herself as she stared with the same rapt attention as the guys at K’s sopping slit. Then K began tugging upward on her mons pubis around her furry triangle with her left hand and pushed two fingers on her right hand deep into her slit. She bucked her hips wildly and Scott and I had to hold on tight to her ankles to keep her from sliding off of us. With my free hand, I vigorously rubbed by turgid member through my jeans until I could feel the surge that precedes orgasm. I continued forcefully stroking myself until I could feel my warm semen spurting out, soaking my briefs. As I became lost in my own orgasm, K began to moan loudly making her first utterances of the evening to announce that she was coming. I had to adjust myself so that the head of my cock didn’t completely break free of the elastic band at the top of my shorts and shoot cum all over my shirt. I came so hard that my underwear was soaked through and my discharge dripped down over my balls and into the crack of my ass. As this was taking place, Kelly’s eyes glazed and she began breathing quickly and deeply. Jay was the first brave one to actually open his fly to pull out his raging hard cock. Kelly focused her flashlight on his member and teased, “Come on Jay, blow your wad, let me see the cum pump out of your hot cock.” K likewise focused on watching Jay tug and stroke his stiff member. After what seemed in this surreal atmosphere to be hours, Jay leaned back and rasped, “This is for you, ladies.” He then began to shoot big ropey strands of cum which blasted forth towards K’s spread snatch with some splashing onto her thigh. At this K thrashed her hips and fiercely inserted her fingers deeply into her wetness and shrieked out. I swear that she came so hard that she actually squirted. Everyone was mesmerized by the scene; Bob came in his pants shortly after Jay came all over. Scott actually reached over and squeezed one of Kelly’s tits through her blouse as she was reaching orgasm and hissed, “You’re feeling pretty good aren’t you Kelly? I bet you wish it was you up on that bench with your pussy spread wide.” Kelly did not protest but rather was completely unable to stop herself from sliding fingers in and out of her sloppy snatch. The guys turned to watch as her hand was working away inside her pants as she frantically frigged herself. She leaned her head back, closed her eyes, squeezed her legs tight around her hand and moaned and then she was gone. Scott, the only male who had not yet shot his load, asked K, “So Ms. K, would you like to see me spurt my cum on you?” She nodded her head yes. Bob took Scott’s place holding K’s leg and all of us turned our lights on Scott’s cock as he worked his shaft, the end of which was already glistening in pre-cum. I, for one, was getting hard again as I watched Scott approach orgasm. Scott teased Kelly, who was coming to from her ecstasy, “Hey Kelly, I thought you liked seeing cocks, don’t you want to watch me cum?” She looked on with a satisfied grin and K was at this point tugging on her little hairy triangle gently restimulating her clitoris with her swollen inner lips fully exposed for all to admire. K gestured to Scott by rubbing her hand on her belly for Scott to shoot his cum onto her stomach. Scott stepped forward, rested his balls on her hand with which she was working her clit and blasted a hot wad of cum all over her stomach. K reached her left hand down and pulled a glob of his gooey spunk under her mask and apparently into her mouth based on the sucking sounds she was making. With her right hand, she continued to massage her mound. This unexpected show by Jay and then Scott in addition to K’s reaction to it got the rest of us going again. My penis had regained an erect stature and now I was hoping the ladies might pay it some attention. I blurted out, “Do we have time for one more?” I got some looks and then Jay said, “Hey, Brad wants to blast one. Go ahead big guy, drop your pants and let’s see your stuff.” Then I said, “Before I do, don’t you think this is kind of unfair – with poor K being the only girl showing her pink. Shouldn’t Kelly show hers?” Kelly was outnumbered by the enthusiastic males who wanted to see her snatch. Lascivious murmuring broke out all around. Kelly seemed pensive. I said, “Come on now Kelly, you showed your tits at the mall but the guys are showing their dicks. When you agreed to be in our club, you knew that this would be tit-for-tat so to speak.” She looked very nervous and did not speak for a few seconds. She didn’t want to be a killjoy, but also was not totally comfortable with dropping her pants in the dark building that we had sort of broken into. Then Jay said, “Come on Kelly, you got to see me blow a wad, fair is fair.” Finally she replied, “Well…, I’ll do it on condition that Bob join Brad in dropping his pants since I haven’t seen his cock yet. I want to see his black dick spurt a nice big load. I want to see if black dicks are as big as they say there are.” Immediately Scott, Jay and I chanted, “Bobby, Bobby, Bobby.” He shrugged and slowly began to toy with the fly of his jeans as we continued chanting for several minutes, “Bobby, Bobby, Bobby.” Jay said to him, “You’re the man, Bobby!” The chanting of “Bobby, Bobby, Bobby,” continued until Bob unzipped and began lowering his pants allowing his sizable black shaft to stand at attention in the midst of our flashlight light. I looked over to Kelly and said, “Now let’s get those panties down, Kelly.” Kelly dropped her jeans down to her ankles but left her panties on and then said, “I’m not doing the panties until you show me your hard dick too, Brad. So far you have been all talk. I want to see your cock and you balls Mr. Hot Shot.” “All right, one second,” I said and then I dropped my trousers and briefs to my ankles as I maintained eye contact with Kelly. “Is that better?” As I stood dick in hand, I noticed that Bob’s cock was a little bit longer than my own which is a respectable 6 inches and thick. Bob’s large black member was a wonder to behold – at least that was the impression one would reach based on the salacious grin on Kelly’s face. The head of his cock was the size of a large plum and it was slick with the aftermath of the cum-bath he’d given himself when he lost a load in his pants earlier. Kelly was backed up against the bench opposite K observing with great interest as Bob and I worked our tools. Once Kelly’s panties were down at her ankles she said, “I know you boys like to look at pussy, but maybe K likes to see too. K, do you want to see another woman’s pussy?” K nodded a vigorous affirmative. Kelly then said, “Back off boys, it is ladies before gentlemen”. She then stepped out of her panties and hopped up on the bench facing K still with her legs together. Once up on the bench, she very slowly and carefully spread her legs. All eyes were looking towards her snatch as she helped let it open like the petals on a flower with her fingers. While staring toward our anonymous guest in her mask, she said, “It is pretty hot to see another woman’s hot pussy isn’t it, K?” K nodded yes and then inserted three fingers into her own snatch. We all studied Kelly’s wonderful pussy and I noted that it was quite different than K’s. Kelly had a full bush of brown hair above and beside her pussy lips. Between Kelly’s vulva, her inner lips, while not as large as K’s, were swollen and glistening and her clitoris stood up prominently. It made my cock twitch to know that she knew I was staring at her open snatch and that she was taking in a good long look at my throbbing manhood. As Kelly opened her vagina with the index and middle finger of her right hand, she said to me and Bob, “All right boys get over here and stroke those cocks. I want to see you cum.” Frankly, I wanted her to see me cum too. I hoped that if I couldn’t bury my meat in her beautiful snatch that I could at least maneuver so that I could ejaculate on it. As Bob and I became consumed with our act we became aware of the intensity of K and the other guys looking over our shoulders. An idea came to me and I said, “You know Kelly, if you sat over next to K, you and K could both watch us cum, would you like that K?” K nodded yes. Seeing that K wanted a better look at our cocks, Kelly got up and sat next to K. Once seated, they both spread their pussies wide. I thought I was in heaven. I stood between Kelly’s legs with Bob. Jay and Scott stood between K’s legs. The scene was too much for Jay and Scott and they too dropped their pants. No one spoke. The guys just stared at the spread pussies in front of them and the women stared at the stiff cocks in front of them. I lubed my shaft with some of the globs of cum that I had spurted into my pants earlier and looked on in reverence at Kelly’s hot sopping snatch. It was exquisite agony to not be able to just walk up to her and slide my cock into her. Bob and I each put a hand on the fleshy skin of Kelly’s inner thighs to hold her legs open wide. Jay and Scott were doing likewise with K. K and Kelly used a free hand to illuminate our cocks with their flashlights – the rest of us had placed the other flashlights on the floor facing up so that we would free up our hands for other things. Kelly was entranced watching Bob’s massive black cock. Bob worked his hand up and down over his rigid pole while staring into Kelly’s face until he moaned, “Here I cum, baby,” and sent big globs of semen into the air towards her snatch. Kelly reacted to this by bucking her hips and moaning, “I’m going to cum, Oh, I’m going to cum.” At this I announced, “I am going to shoot my load for you Kelly. Here it comes.” As Kelly began losing control, I laid my cock against her fleshy inner thigh and started to cum. I surprised myself with the intensity of my orgasm after having so recently soaked my pants with my first one. I didn’t produce much jism, but my climax was incredibly intense. At this point there was cum flying everywhere and the ladies’ were frenetically slipping greased fingers in and out of their slits and around their distended clits. Scott asked K, “Can I blow my cum into your pussy?” She said nothing but mashed her breasts together to indicate an alternative. Then K got off of the bench and kneeled in front of Scott so that he could slide the blue head of his manhood between her sweet, plump mammaries. He stroked up and down over a dozen times until he locked his hips and squeezed K’s breasts around his spasming, spurting cock. Jay, enticed by the scene, shot his load on K’s mask, leaving it dripping. It wasn’t until we all came that we realized that we would be leaving quite a telltale mess if we were to simply leave now. We all pulled ourselves together and found some paper towels to clean up the mess. After some moments of confusion, we quietly filtered into the hallway and relocked the lab door – the clock read 3:35am as we shuffled quietly down the hall towards the back door. K stayed back and I whispered as I passed, “I’ll be emailing you all soon about our next event.” With this said, we all quietly filed out into the night … To be continued… College Club K Ch. 02 After our evening in the Science Building, I slept like the dead. Late on Saturday morning I awoke to consider where things were. The club had changed so much with K’s appearance that I wasn’t sure if we should keep doing stunts or progress towards an all-out orgy. I didn’t think it was likely that we could easily recreate the unique circumstances that had induced Kelly to give a performance like the one in the lab. I worried that Amy might not be at all comfortable with the level of intimacy that rest of the group had so quickly and unexpectedly achieved. Finally, I concluded that Amy needed to be challenged to a stunt and that if the others were amenable to another “event” it would be great. Hence I issued the following email: “Dear Voyeur Club, We had a successful gathering. It is unfortunate that Amy was unable to join us. Given the nature of our last event, I believe that it is in order that Amy should do the next club stunt. Please respond if you have any specific suggestions for her stunt or if you would like to have another event similar to the one we had in the Chemistry lab. Brad Voyeur Club President” ------------- Some of the feedback: Brad, Send Amy up to my dorm room. I’ll take it from there. I’m game for a repeat of last Friday anytime. Jay ------------- Brad, I think Amy could repeat Kelly’s stunt. I doubt she’d give us a show like K’s. We need to repeat that Chemistry lab thing, but we need more women next time. I think we should get more women, especially like that K chick. Bob ------------- Brad, Amy should have to drop her pants. After all, the rest of us did. Why don’t you make her moon out of a car? Make sure her ass crack is fully exposed. I can drive, my car is old but it has good windows in the back. Scott PS – I’m going to have to start taking vitamins or something if we have another cumfest like last weekend. My balls were so empty they hurt after that shit. ------------- Brad, That little meeting I arranged was pretty hot wasn’t it? If you want more of that type of action in the future, I have something that you need to do for me. Frankly, I think you will enjoy what I have in mind. K ------------- My reply: K, You sure are one mysterious woman. What exactly did you have in mind? Brad ------------- K’s response: Brad, I have an old high school friend coming from out of town for a weekend visit. I think she would really enjoy watching you and Bob losing yourselves in masturbatory bliss. I think that after the nice show I put on for you last Saturday it is the least you could do. I’ll get you more details as soon as you can confirm that Bob will be able to join you. I would hate for the fun to end now. K ------------- After reading through all of the messages, I decided that it was time to start responding to them. I liked the idea of another show in the Chemistry lab but had to admit that without a female like K being so open to getting things heated up, we’d be hard pressed to ever repeat that successfully. For now I wanted to concentrate on getting another stunt lined up. Bob, I think your idea on a stunt for Amy is ok, but I’m leaning towards a more aggressive stunt for her. I kind of like Scott’s idea to get Amy to moon people from a car. Anyway, that isn’t exactly why I’m writing. It seems that Ms. K. wants you and me to jack off for her as some sort of payment for her performance. I didn’t think we were indebted to her but hey. Maybe we should try to figure out who she is so that we can make her do stuff for us. This is frustrating to not know who the hell she is. I suspect she must work for the school. Based on her bush, I’d say she must be a redhead. I mean, how many women dye their pubes? Do you know any redheads on the faculty? I intend to figure out who the hell she is, but for now I have to play along or she’ll slip away. All I have to identify her is her email and suspicions that she is on staff here since she had access to the Science building. Anyway, are you game? I don’t think she wants the whole club there. She said some shit about having a friend from out of town with her and she sort of threatened (if that’s the right word) to end the fun if we don’t go along with this. I’d sure like to know who this broad is! Brad Voyeur Club President ------------- Bob replied a few hours after I sent the message: Brad, This shit is getting weird. I mean that shit on Saturday was hot but damn, this woman scares me man. Why does she have to be so fucking tight about who she is? Is she on some kind of power trip or some shit? I don’t have to do shit for nobody. Find out if she plans to put out. Bob ------------- Bob’s reservations had me a bit nervous so I immediately tried to allay his concerns. I wanted to see if K would bend on her request first and then I figured that I would work on drafting up a quick note to calm him down and to get him to play along. K, I’m not sure about Bob. He seems a bit leery of this whole thing. Can you be a little more specific about your plan? I just think Bob is worried that things could get weird or something. Would you be interested in one of the other guys if Bob weirds out on me? Brad ------------- Shortly after issuing my query to K, she responded: Brad, I think Bob is the man I want. I’ve seen all of your dicks and I’m interested in Bob’s as he has the biggest cock of all of you boys. I don’t mean to hurt your feelings but you on the other hand are pretty average. You I just want to suffer a little. All right, a little detail is in order. I will arrange for a room to be paid for at the Hilltop Motel. It’s a little place right on Rte 30 about 10 miles north of the college and near the mall. You get yourself there at 8pm on Friday night – go to the front desk and tell the man that you are Mr. Hoff checking in and that you have prepaid. He should give you a key and then you can go to the room. My friend and I will meet you there. You and Bobby do as my friend tells you. We’ll take care of making sure you have nice hard erections for us to enjoy. We will not hurt you, though you may be dying to cum before we let you. My friend isn’t from around here; I’ll let her decide what she let’s you see and do. K ------------- As I read through K’s letter, I was shocked and yet highly aroused at her proposal. She in essence wanted us to get our rocks off for her benefit. It sounded like it would be pretty hot but it also made me kind of nervous. What exactly did she mean by taking care of us? Was she going to hurt us or some shit? Meanwhile I needed to take action on the Amy situation. As far as the rest of the club, excluding Bob, was concerned, this and possibly getting K back for another show was at the top of my “to do” list. I issued the following email: Dear Voyeurs’ Club Members, As all of you except Amy are well aware, we all enjoyed having a guest performance last weekend. Things were pretty hot to say the least and our guest performer, K, has raised the bar on stunts for us. For Amy to catch up with the membership, her stunt will involve dropping her pants. Specifically Amy’s stunt will be to moon people from a car window. Her pants and panties need to be pulled down to her knees. If she prefers a skirt, the panties must be pulled down to her knees or lower and the skirt fully lifted. She need not show her face, but must drive north on Route 30 and have her backside completely out of the window as she passes in front of the Dining Hall. This is to be performed at 12:00 on Thursday November 16th. Scott has graciously offered the use of his car to transport Amy on her stunt. Scott and Amy will be contacted separately to coordinate details of the stunt. Brad Voyeur Club President ------------- I personalized the instructions that I sent out to Amy: Amy, You have been selected to perform the club’s next stunt. Scott Wallace will be picking you up in his car on November 16th. You will moon students entering the dining Hall at 12 sharp – you will be proceeding north on Route 30 and you will moon for the entire block where the road swerves by the Dining Hall. You can wear a skirt without panties or pants and panties pulled down to your knees. If you do not perform the stunt as indicated, you will have to repeat the stunt at a future time or be excluded from future club activities. Brad Voyeur Club President ------------- I followed up with Scott on the whole thing, so that everything would hopefully fall into place. Scott, Please contact Amy Harrison at [email] to arrange specifics on picking her up for her Voyeur’s Club stunt on November 16th. I’ll have one of the guys bring a camera so that you can at least see a picture of the wares you are showing off. Let me know if you have a camera, meanwhile I’ll check to see if any of the guys have a camera and if not, I’ll spring for a disposable. A digital or Polaroid would be preferable though as I don’t need the hassle or risk of losing some good shots due to some a-hole at the photo mat snagging the good ones. I’m sure there will be interest in hanging out by the curb for the show. Brad Voyeur Club President ------------- I needed to work out more details. I sent the following message to Jay and Bob in hopes of maximizing the benefit of the mooning event. Jay and Bob, Do you guys have a camera? I should have thought of this before our little event at the Chemistry lab but I’d really hate to miss out twice. Let me know. I’d like to make sure we get some good crotch shots of Amy as she goes by the Dining Hall. I presume you won’t mind catching her on film. Brad Voyeur Club President ------------- With that correspondence out of the way, I got back to K’s intriguing proposition – hoping that I could get Bob to go along. I wasn’t sure what K had in mind for making me “suffer a little.” Did she want to humiliate me or take me to the brink and then tease me? I hoped for the later as I’m not into masochism. Anyway, I needed to do some serious work so I opted to hunt Bob down in person rather than send emails that could be intercepted and/or misconstrued by him. At lunchtime, I tracked Bob down at the Dining Hall and was able to get him to meet me outside to talk. As soon as we walked out of earshot of the groups of people going in and out of the building I began speaking. “Bob, I need you to help me out, man. This K. woman is definitely hot, and you don’t think Kelly would have dropped her panties for us if K. hadn’t led the way do you? This whole thing could be over. If we don’t play along she may not go along with any other plans. I mean, shit, I don’t even know who she is, how am I supposed to force her to give us another show?” “I don’t know man, this shit is getting weird, that’s all I know.” “Bob, are you afraid or something?” “Fuck you, I’m not afraid of shit.” “Then why are you getting all wussy on me.” “Look here, you have a problem with me, maybe you want to tell me before I knock your gangly white ass down on the ground.” “Sorry!” I looked down at my shoes and took a deep breath. The last thing I meant to do was to piss Bob off. I sure as hell didn’t want to get into a fight. After several silent moments I resumed, “Let me start over on this. Look, you admit that K was hot don’t you? I mean she spread her snatch for us and practically came in your face didn’t she? She wants you to show your cock off to her friend. Shit man, she’s hot for you. She probably wants to suck you or let her friend ride you or some shit. Don’t tell me that doesn’t sound good to you.” “Who is this friend? You seen her? What if she’s some ugly-ass bitch?” “Bob, I don’t know who she is, K just said she knew her from High School and that she was coming from out of town to visit.” Bob asked, “You said this Friday, right?” “Yeah, this Friday,” I replied. “I’ll think about it.” I said, “All right, I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” Bob muttered, “All, I’m saying is that I’ll think about it. Don’t get crazy on me.” As he walked away I asked, “By the way, Bob, do you have a phone or can you tell me where you live so that I can contact you?” He replied, “I’m in Young Hall, Room 204. Don’t have a phone.” As he strode out ahead of me, I muttered, “All right. Later.” I wrote to K again. K, I’m 90% sure that I can get Bob to go along with your plan. By the way, can you describe this friend of yours? Is she as hot as you? Is she going to play too or just watch? Also, you aren’t planning anything involving pain are you? I’m not into masochism and I guarantee Bob will go ape shit if you try anything like that. Brad Voyeur Club President ------------- K responded to me; I clearly sensed irritation in her words: “President” Brad, You flatter me, little boy. “Is she as hot as me?” you ask. She’s attractive if that’s what you mean, and nicely put together. I want to make one thing clear. I’m not a sadist. I’m not planning anything involving pain so you should put that out of your mind. My friend doesn’t know what is in store for her; she is a brunette about 5’7” and she’s slim and probably a B or C cup. She is fairly attractive she cheered for the basketball team in High School – she keeps her hair pretty short. She has elementary school-aged kids and is happily married. She has a mischievous side which is probably why we’ve stayed friends, but don’t count on anything from her. She is happy with her husband and isn’t planning to do anything she’d be too ashamed to tell him about. I told her I planned something naughty for us to do but I suspect she thinks that means going to a club where men dance in g-strings or something like that. I plan to get to the motel a bit early and to drink some wine coolers so maybe she’ll be up for interaction. I wouldn’t count on it though. This show will be for our enjoyment – you will enjoy it too, but I don’t promise that you’ll get a show. You just let me handle the details and again I promise nothing with pain. Tell Bob that if he goes along I’ll let him feel my wetness, if he doesn’t, I become a memory you can file into your past. I need a definite answer by tomorrow. By the way, do you boys drink beer or wine? Maybe I’ll buy some extra coolers or beer if you are a good boy. I know you probably aren’t old enough to drink. LOL Show up at 8 o’clock on November 10th and don’t bring anyone but Bob. If you try anything, I’ll be sure the cops get there to take care of you. K ------------- As soon as I got the email, I went on a hunt for Bob. I went to his room but he wasn’t there. I got a tip from a guy in the hall to look for Bob at Old Main. He hung out down there to study sometimes. I strode down to Old Main and looked all over for Bob. Finally I saw him walking past the back door and I pinned him down. “Hey, Bob!” I yelled out. He looked over at me as to say come here if you need something; I’m a busy man. I walked over to where he had stopped. Once I was close enough to converse, I started to speak. “Bob, I got more info from K. She swears that she’s not into S&M or any shit like that.” “What about the friend? Got any news on that?” I replied, “Well, she claims the friend used to be a cheerleader but now she’s married with kids.” “Does she want to fuck?” I said, “She didn’t say anything about that, but she did say she’d let you feel her wetness.” Bob quipped, “So what’s that mean? Do I finger the bitch or do I get to dip my wick?” “Don’t know, dude, don’t know. Listen man, if we don’t do this, this chick is going to disappear. We have to find a way to figure out who she is. If we could blackmail her maybe we could get the upper hand here. But let’s not piss away a chance like this. Oh, and she also said something about buying beer. So what do you think, Bob, are you game?” “Shit, what do I got to lose? Tell her I like Colt 45 - ice cold.” “Cool, I knew you’d come through. Now all we have to do is figure out how to get to this place. Maybe K has extra wheels or something – I hate to ask anybody if they are going to ask a lot of questions like is this a date or some shit. I’d ask Scott but I know he’d suspect I’m up to something and I don’t need that crap. You know anybody who could lend you their car without giving you a bunch of shit?” “Sorry man, I’m just a poor black dude, I don’t have connections with wheels.” “Hey man, just because I’m white doesn’t mean I have connections. If that’s what you mean, that’s bullshit. In case you haven’t noticed, I’m not rolling in cash myself. I’ll ask K and see if our woman of mystery has any ideas. We still have 3 days to figure this out.” “All right. Let me know, Mr. President. I’m sure as hell not walking - and don’t be so touchy.” After we parted, I went back to relay what happened to Ms. K. K, Bob’s in. We have a small problem though. We don’t have a car and this place is ten miles from campus. Do you have any ideas? By the way, beer would be cool. Bob says he likes Colt 45 Malt Liquor – I’m easy - anything but PBR is cool with me. Brad Voyeur Club President ------------- K’s reply: Brad, You’re lucky I’m a patient person. Can’t you get a cab or something? There has to be somebody who could lend you their car. Tell them you’re going on a date. That’s half true. If you can’t, let me know and I’ll get back to you. K ------------- I hoped that with a little more explanation, I’d get some help. So I gathered my thoughts and wrote to her again. K, The one guy I could ask is Scott from the club, but if I ask him he’ll want to come too. Can you lend us a car or something? I’m a poor student; and a cab ride might cost $20 or more. Brad ------------- Her reply: Brad, Wasn’t Scott the little guy who pulled out his dick first the other night? I guess Scott can come too. Don’t tell anybody else though. We’ll find something for him to do. K ------------- I tracked Scott down and got his buy in. Unlike Bob, Scott jumped at the opportunity. Once all of that was taken care of, all that was left was to get there. When Friday arrived, we piled into Scott’s old Impala and headed north towards the motel. We decided that it would be best if I went alone to the front desk to get the key. The place was a bit of a fleabag and the greasy guy at the desk wasn’t too concerned with proprieties. He got me the key and said, “Don’t even think about partying in there and keep down the noise. I have other customers.” I said, “Yes, sir,” and then I promptly exited to catch the steps to the room on the second floor. I led the way and Bob and Scott followed as we went to the room. From the looks of things, K and her friend had been drinking for a while. They had emptied one wine cooler pack and had started another. K’s friend opened the door. K had her mask on and was wearing normal clothes. Her friend said, “You must be the boys, K was telling me about, come in.” “Hi, I’m Brad. I guess at least indirectly I’m responsible for us meeting. This is Bob and Scott. By the way, what is your name?” As I looked at her, I agreed that she was pretty good looking and I could imagine if she were a few years younger and a few pounds lighter she could definitely be a cheerleader. Despite how the years had aged her, she still had a pretty face. “You can call me Bridgett.” I taunted, “So is that your name, or are you playing with us like K?” Bridgett replied, “That’s for me to know, Brad, if that’s really your name. Would you boys care for a beer? We have some Budweiser and some Colt 45 for Bob.” While all of this was taking place, K was silent. I thought maybe we could pry some information from Bridgett as to who K was. I asked, “So Bridgett, how do you know K? And what is her real name?” College Club K Ch. 02 Bridgett replied, “Well K, as you call her, and I went to High School together. We had some classes together and have been friends since. We’ve stayed in touch over the years. We were even in each others weddings. She asked me not to tell you her name and the deal is that I’ll do the talking for her.” We drank and chatted with Bridgett until we started to get a bit of a buzz. Finally it was Scott who spoke up and said, “So what’s the deal? We just gonna drink?” K gestured for Bridgett to come over and they slipped into the bathroom to converse privately. K apparently still did not want us to hear her voice. When they emerged from the bathroom a few minutes later, Bridgett began to speak. She began, “Ok, boys. K tells me that you owe her a favor. Apparently you took advantage of her the other night and now she wants to return the favor.” Then she turned to the boom box that K had brought to the chemistry lab the other night. She played some jazz music – I didn’t know who it was as I’m not up on that. Then she faced us and said, “You boys line up and sit on the bed facing the bathroom. All of you except Brad. Brad, you come with me.” She then started towards the bathroom. “You boys, strip down to your briefs. I’ll be back.” Bridgett and I entered the bathroom and it was then that I was to discover her devious plan. She had what appeared to be K’s fishnet stockings, garter, panties, bra and high heels. She wanted me to wear that stuff! I couldn’t believe it. So this is what K meant by suffering a little. I sure as hell didn’t want to wear women’s underwear – this was humiliating. Bridgett said, “Ok now, come out wearing this stuff, we want the others to see what kind of a man you are.” I was weirded out and anything but horny at the prospect of embarrassing myself in front of everyone. Anyway, I figured that I would at least stall a bit and listen to see what was going on outside. I stripped down to my underwear as I presumed the guys had done out in the other room and then I listened. I overheard Bridgett telling the others, “Ok now, K wants you boys to stand up.” I heard them moving around and then I heard Bridgett say, “Hmm, that’s good…. We’ll have to work on that one.” I was dying of curiosity so I slipped out of the bathroom to see what was happening. K tapped Bridgett on the shoulder and she gave me a scolding look. “Brad, you aren’t supposed to be out here like that. You get back in there and get those clothes on or this party is over!” I protested, “Why don’t we just forget about that part? Can’t we forget about that?” Bridgett replied, “This is our show. You are to do as you are instructed. Don’t come out until you are wearing your outfit.” I went back in to the bathroom and began the painful task of putting on the women’s underwear. I slipped into the panties, stockings and garter. I debated wearing the bra as that felt really odd. If it wasn’t for that fact that I was dying to know what was happening and had the anticipation that these women were going to get me off, I would not have gone through with it. There was no way my size 12 feet were going to fit into the shoes so I left them aside. “How are you doing in there, Brad?” Bridgett called out. “I’m feeling pretty fucking strange, thank you.” She added, “Come on out here and show yourself. Your friends seem to be up for it. I hear they like to see women stripping.” “You must be kidding! What a laugh!” “Just come out here.” I sheepishly came out of the bathroom, looking in my opinion, totally ridiculous. As soon as I entered the room, the guys laughed out loud. Bob said, “You stupid fuck, look at you!” Scott added, “Dude, you’re really lucky you aren’t female, you are totally sorry, my man.” Then Bridgett said, “You don’t like wearing that stuff do you?” “No ma’am. This is probably the most embarrassing moment of my life.” I replied. K stepped forward with what appeared to be a digital camera and snapped a picture of me in my glorious idiocy. I felt really, really stupid and ashamed. “Shit – what are you doing!?” I sputtered. “Don’t take my picture! This is totally fucking ridiculous!” Scott quipped, “You, the man. Dumb ass.” Bob added in disdain, “Get your sorry ass out of here you fucking gay-bait mother fuck.” Bridgett replied, “OK, Brad, we just wanted to humble you a little and prove a point. I think your friends realize who’s in charge here. K wants you to know that she calls the shots. In case you forget that, this photograph should remind you. We will use it if we need to use it. Now take that stuff off. I want to see your cock.” I felt only slightly less embarrassed now to take the clothing off than I had felt putting it on in the first place. I wanted to take everything off – there was no thrill for me in women’s underwear, I wanted to disassociate from that whole episode. I hoped these bitches would be satisfied now that they had humiliated me in front of Bob and Scott. From the looks of the bulges in their trunks, (in Bob’s case the head of his cock had escaped from the top of his boxers) Bridgett had been effective in teasing them thus far. I was happy to get this women’s underwear off of me as soon as I could manage it. I took off the bra, then the garter and hose. At last I was standing in just the panties. I took a deep breath and then shed the panties. I was partly erect and partly limp as I was somewhat turned on from being the center of attention to Bridgett and K but still somewhat revolted at having had on K’s undergarments. As I stood there in front of my club buddies and these two women I was feeling pretty strange. K gestured for Bridgett to come over to her and then whispered something into her ear. After a few moments, Bridgett separated from K and came over to me. “K doesn’t think you’re very hard. She likes her cocks hard. What do you think we can do about that?” I stammered, “Well, you could touch it or something.” Bridgett replied, “Actually I know that young men such as yourself are usually quite adept at getting hard with a little help from Rosy Palmer.” Then she reached over to K and K handed her a bottle of lotion. “Open your hand.” I opened my hand and she squirted a dollop of lotion into it. “All right now stroke your shaft. Get that creamy lotion all over your shaft. Make the head of your cock nice and shiny with the lube.” I grabbed my cock and began to pump it in my hand. K and Bridgett were very attentive to my actions. The guys though not as intent, appeared to be intrigued as well by how these ladies were getting me to do whatever they wanted. “How is that, Bridgett? Is it hard enough for you now?” I asked. “Hmm, let me see,” she coyly responded as she took a step forward. She brought her face down to within inches of my cock to give me an up-close inspection. She then leaned back with her camera poised and said, “I’d say, its getting there. Why don’t you lean back on the bed and keep on working your meat for us.” I willingly complied as that telltale feeling was beginning to come into my balls that told me it wouldn’t be long before I discharged a big sloppy load of semen. Bridgett looked over to Bob and Scott and asked, “Should we let him cum?” Scott said, “You better let him, he looks like he needs to blow.” Bob added, “Yeah, I don’t think our boy can handle old Rosy.” At that Bridgett said, “Well, Brad, I guess you have my permission to do what you need to do.” As soon as she said that, K stepped over and replaced my hand with hers and placed her other hand on my balls and began to cup and rub my balls as she squeezed her fingers around my glans and then rubbed up and down on my shaft. Bridgett aimed the camera lens at the head of my cock and sat by just inches from me. Moments into this, I blasted a hot stream of cum with the first shots blasting up so hard that I got some of it onto the cover of the bedspread. At this point, Bob and Scott were interested in getting in on the action. Bob said, “If you ladies liked that, you’ll definitely like a man with a real cock.” Scott added, “You wouldn’t mind helping a poor guy like me to cum like old Brad would you?” Bridgett began, “Ok guys, get those cocks out and let me see them.” Bob pulled his boxers down to let his big shaft spring free. Likewise Scott pulled down his briefs exposing his very excited shaft. Bridgett said, “K, you were right, this is fun… My, my, Bob. What a big piece of manhood you have. Do you mind if I touch it?” Bob grunted, “You can touch it, but maybe you’d rather feel it inside you?” Meanwhile K had wrapped one hand around Scott’s balls and was massaging them while stroking up and down on his shaft with the other hand. Bridgett then reached over and put her hand around Bob’s shaft. “I don’t think I could get this big thing inside me. My husband wouldn’t like me to do that. Let’s just play with it and see what it’s got in it.” Her hand was barely big enough to reach around it. His big bulbous glans was beginning to drip out a clear globule of pre-cum. Just as the ladies were getting a good rhythm started, K let go and gestured to Bridgett that she wanted to say something. The two released the rigid cocks and got up and walked into the bathroom and closed the door. Both guys looked highly annoyed at the cessation of their hand jobs. I think they were tempted to finish themselves off and yet eager to see what the ladies had in mind. Bridgett emerged from the bathroom alone and she said, “Guys, you seem so nice and hard that K wants to thank you for letting us play with your cocks. She is taking her pants and panties off for you. She will be out here in a minute to let you see her. She asks that you don’t touch your cocks. She wants you to save your cum a little while longer.” Scott and Bob were visibly moved by this proposal. Bob started to thrust his hips so that the head of his dick was slapping against his stomach. Scott likewise was moving his hips around and his turgid cock was visibly red with a purplish tint to its head. In a few more moments, K emerged from the bathroom as promised, wearing nothing but her mask. Her inner lips were glistening and puffed out past her bald vulva – only a small triangular tuft of orange colored hair above her clit separated her from complete baldness. It was awesome to see her in the light; our previous show was in the dimness of flashlight light. Her pink nipples were hard and her large round globes looked wonderfully touchable. She moved to the bed opposite the boys and sat down. Upon sitting she spread her thighs and opened her pussy with her fingers with long fingernails painted a bright red. Since K didn’t speak, Bridgett did. She mused rhetorically, “K, you really are horny aren’t you? I guess you figured the boys might like seeing some pussy.” She then addressed Scott and Bob, “Boys, K thinks you should have something to lube those stiff cocks with.” Bridgett then sat where she could get a good view of the pitifully aroused Scott and Bob. As she sat, she squeezed her thighs and released her thighs in a rhythmic manner which appeared to be bringing her close to orgasm herself. She held the camera at the ready, though she seemed quite distracted with the heat in her own loins. K took three fingers and inserted them into her slickness. She pulled them out and took the wetness over to Scott. She wrapped her slickened hand around his shaft and cupped his balls with her other hand. Scott leaned back and grunted. He then thrust his hips to increase the friction against K’s hand and after a few thrusts began to unload a sloppy stream of semen through her fingers and onto his stomach and chest. As Bridgett’s camera flashed repeatedly, K scooped up a puddle of Scott’s cum and smeared it all over his shaft. Bob looked on with great anticipation. I thought he might cum before K got back to him. Upon finishing Scott, K moved over in front of Bob. She grabbed the base of his shaft and touched the bulbous head of his cock to her slit. She didn’t let him penetrate her but rubbed his member so that the underside of his glans and shaft were shiny with her slickness. She then kneeled in front of him and squeezed her plump mammaries around his painfully erect shaft. He bucked towards her several times before unloading a giant blast of cock sauce into her cleavage. Once he was done, K stood and then gestured again to Bridgett to follow her into the bathroom. K and Bridgett conferred again in the bathroom as Scott and Bob lay back enjoying the afterglow of their orgasms. In a few moments, K emerged with the semen washed off of her chest. Bridgett then faced me and said, “K needs you to finish what has been started here. You are to lie on your back on the bed so that you can eat her out.” I quickly lay back on the bed so that my calves were dangly over the end. K approached and straddled me, moistening my spent cock with her juices. She then shifted herself by walking on her knees until her snatch was inches from my mouth. I gazed up at this slippery pink spectacle in awe. Her clitoris was sticking out like a small finger and her pee hole and vagina was larger than life as it was suspended just inches before my eyes. Being ever the exhibitionist, she let me have a long, close look at her wares before she gently placed her hands behind my head and lifted my lips towards her womanhood. Right before I made contact, Bridgett who had slipped in behind me, snapped a picture. Then K pressed my lips into the folds of her vagina. From my chin to my upper lip, I was covered by her sweet warm wetness. It was almost a struggle to breathe as I let my tongue explore her muskiness. I easily found the entrance to K’s vagina and let my tongue extend as deeply as it could. She pulled at the back of my head as I did my work. After several minutes of this, she began to buck wildly and I felt the muscles of her vagina spasm around my tongue. As I pulled away, Bridgett took more pictures. After this was finished, K and Bridgett retreated yet again to the bathroom. Bridgett emerged at long last and stated, “Well, boys, I want to thank you for your presentation. K was right that you are a very compliant group of young men. The party is over. We’d like you to take what is left of the beer. Go and enjoy the rest of your evening. Thank you for coming.” K, now fully dressed, and Bridgett stood by the door indicating that it was time for us to go. We stumbled to find our clothing which was strewn about the room. After hastily getting dressed, I took what was left of the 12 pack of Budweiser and Bob grabbed the remaining Colt 45. We sauntered out said our goodbyes. Scott turned to K and said, “What was your name again?” Bridgett looked at him coyly and said, “Nice try. Have a good evening.” I looked towards K and asked, “Can you email me the pictures.” She shrugged noncommittally. As we departed, we discussed the evening and decided it would be a great to head back to school and finish off the beer. We got a pretty good buzz going by the time we finished off the beer later that night around midnight. We talked about scoping out all of the faculty and staff at the college to see who was divorced on staff. K might be staff or she might have an ex who was still on staff. We really didn’t know, but it was killing us to still not know who she was. Among other things, the subject of driving Amy for her mooning stunt eventually came up. I asked Scott, “So, you heard from Amy?” “Dude, she wrote something about meeting me to make sure my car was all right and how she didn’t want me to break down with her pants down.” We all three got a good laugh at imagining that scenario. “Well, did you meet her yet?” I asked. He answered, “Not yet. I’ll hook up with her in the next day or two. That would be some funny shit though, if my car broke down while her ass is hanging out the window.” We eventually finished our beer and parted ways. As the week wore on, I checked with Scott to make sure he and Amy had worked out the logistics of the mid-day mooning expedition. Finally the day arrived when the deed was to be done. We gathered in front of the Dining Hall – we ended up buying a disposable camera as none of us had a digital or Polaroid. Right past noon, Scott’s old Chevy puttered up the hill in front of the Dining area. A few other students had gathered; I suppose wondering what we knew that they didn’t. One guy asked if we were waiting for something and others glanced over their shoulders as they passed. I told the guy to wait and see. Then at last, there they were. Amy’s ass was hanging out into the cold air. Her asshole and cunt were visible as she went by. Scott intentionally slowed down as he climbed the hill with his car. Jay snapped a picture or two as he came by. He actually ran along the curb for a few steps to try to get another shot. I think Amy was getting nervous that Scott was going to stop. She shrieked out, “If you stop, I’ll fucking kill you, you son of a bitch.” Scott calmly replied, “Settle down girl, I’m just giving them their money’s worth. Unless you plan to give me a private show, I want the pictures to come out.” “You son of a bitch! What fucking pictures!?!” she screamed. As they topped the hill she pulled her freezing ass back into the car and rolled up the window. A number of students who had gathered around were saying stuff like, “Holy shit, did you see that!?” “I think I know that guy who was driving. I think he’s in my Humanities class.” “Who do you think the chick was?” “I don’t know, but she has a nice ass.” As Scott and Amy rolled out of sight, I thought to myself; that was excellent. I planned to go to the administrative office to scope out the secretaries and to get a class listing that we would work down to check on all of the professors listed in it – maybe one of them was K or had recently divorced her. I’d find out, that’s for sure. Now back to thinking about what we would do next. Thanksgiving break was coming soon and then only a few weeks later would be Christmas break. What to do. What to do… To be continued… College Club K Ch. 03 "K" – if you're out there remember you've still got a fan... Conclusion: As I pondered the nearness of the end of the semester and what to do next, K again interjected herself into the process. She wrote to me the following: Brad, I have a plan for one last show for your club. However, I won't perform until after the membership plays a little game I have in mind. I have an old friend coming to join me for the finale. If you don't want your little lingerie picture showing up all over campus, I think you'll be happy to get the club's participation. I can get us into the old Kendall House's second floor classroom. Kendall is on the row of old homes that the college bought and converted for classroom space. The only windows in the room face out back toward down the hill towards the athletic complex. Let's make this a little more fun by going during the day. Next Saturday December the 9th. If you go around to the rear of the building at 10am, I'll let you in. K ------------- After reading this, I at first had a mixed feeling of being exploited and of anticipation. This bitch was going to use the stupid picture against me. Part of me thought, fuck her, I'll just claim that the photo was doctored if it ever gets out, but then I really didn't want to have to go there. I didn't think too many people would buy the fake picture thing as I know there are idiots out there who think some of the obviously doctored pictures circulating on the internet are actually real. My next thought was of Bridgett who enjoyed watching us get off for her at the hotel. Maybe she liked it enough that she was going to share a little bit with us. I mused about what that older hottie would look like in the buff. When I returned from my daydreaming, I decided to go along with this little plan. So I began to draft an email to the membership regarding a final club event before the semester break (I didn't yet realize it would be the final club event with the club as we knew it). Before I did this though, I wanted to make sure the game would be something that the club would actually go along with – if it was too crazy, I wasn't sure everybody (especially the girls) would go along and I figured that all it would take to ruin everything would be for one killjoy to drop out. Anyway, I wrote back to K: K, Thanks for the event offer. I guess I can set things up and that you don't give me much choice but to set things up. Anyway, I'm not too comfortable with the game thing. Can you clarify what it will entail? If things get too weird or hardcore, I'm not sure the ladies will go along with it. What is the game that you had in mind? What are the rules? Is your friend Bridgett coming? Brad ------------- K's reply: Brad, Questions, questions. You sound like you don't trust me (LOL). We could forget this and I just circulate your picture around if you prefer... Anyway, the game will entail sexual stunts such as flashing. One key rule is that no one will be permitted to touch anyone else in the game. That isn't too bad – just harmless fun. I assure you that my finale will make the little game worth the while. I'm not going to tell you everything, Bradley that takes all the fun out of it. My guest may or may not be Bridgett – that's my little secret... K ------------- I was mentally kicking myself for that stupid fucking picture of me in K's lingerie. This wasn't funny but the bitch would not let it go. Anyway, her game sounded pretty harmless – and K tended to know how to heat things up so I figured it was ok. I didn't have much leverage on this anyway as I really didn't want that stupid picture to ruin my life as I knew it. I liked that last part too – her little secret; there was very little in the way of normal detail about this woman that wasn't secret. So I drafted an email... Voyeur Club Members, All of you except for Amy had the privilege of attending our first event. We will have another similar event for which K and a mystery friend has offered to provide some very stimulating entertainment so long as we go along with a game that she has in mind. She indicated that the game would be of a sexual nature but that there would be no touching permitted. It sounds like a very interesting event to me. Please reply if you can come to Kendall Hall on College Blvd. on Saturday December 9th at 10am. Go to the back door to be let in – there are no Saturday classes to worry about but we don't want to be noticed. Brad, Voyeur Club President ------------- Some of the replies; Brad, I'm there. Is K bringing a chick or a guy? Jay ------------- Brad, Hey, is this K bitch horny or what? Is she bringing that brunette friend of hers? By the by, I'm in. Scott ------------- Brad, I'm up for it. Bob ------------- Brad, Thanks for the update; I'm always up for a good show. I presume K's friend will be performing with her, right? Anyway, I'll be there. Kelly ------------- Brad, So far all I've gotten from this club is embarrassment. I might go to this so-called "event" if you can tell me one thing. Will the guys have to drop their pants? Amy ------------- I replied to the messages that needed replies as follows: Scott, I have no idea if K is bringing Bridgett or maybe another horny girlfriend. She's playing games with me about the whole thing so I have no idea. Anyway, I'm sure it will be good. Brad, Voyeur Club President ------------- Jay, K didn't let me know if her friend is male or female. I guess we'll have to wait and see. See you on Saturday. Brad, Voyeur Club President ------------- Amy, I'm pretty sure K will have something lined up where we guys have to show ourselves. Brad, Voyeur Club President ------------- Everyone seemed to be satisfied with my response except for Amy. She wrote me a snippy reply: Dear Voyeur Club President, What do you mean by having a pretty good idea that the guys will have to show themselves? I thought you were the President or is "K" running the club? I think your club sucks. A ------------- I was a little put off by Amy's tone. If I didn't want to possibly see her naked, I wouldn't have bothered to reply to her. I figured I'd give it one last go as it wouldn't kill things if she didn't show but I really didn't want to lose a female student from the club when we only had a whopping two to begin with. So I tried to calm myself down and make nice to her and go out on a limb at the same time. Basically, I figured it was time to say what she wanted to hear. Amy, If you come to the event, I'll make you a promise, the guys will drop their pants whether explicitly part of K's game or not. Call it Presidential prerogative. I'm sorry if you think the club sucks – you missed our previous event so it is pretty unfair to judge it. I guarantee that you'll change your opinion if you join us on Saturday. Brad, Voyeur Club President ------------- She reluctantly came around: Brad, I guess I'll come. But trust me; if this is some sort of one way deal where the guys stay clothed and the women don't, I'm done with your stupid club. In fact, I won't stay long enough to see K's little show. Piss me off and I might just end your club. Amy ------------- I was so tempted to follow K's lead and threaten Amy with distributing pictures of her ass out the window of Scott's car, I can't tell you. I decided it wouldn't work anyway, since her face was not visible in the pictures. The pictures weren't that great but they certainly marked the occasion. It seemed ironic and fucked-up that Amy had leverage over me versus the other way around. Anyway, all I would do by sparring with her would be to push her over the edge; she was already getting pretty pissy. She was the kind of chick who might go and blow our cover with the school administration if I wasn't careful. I really didn't need that bullshit nor did I want to ruin the whole event. I got a grip on my anger and waited out the remaining days until Saturday – somehow I even managed to study for exams. In the intervening time that we waited for the event to arrive, Scott and I commiserated about K's true identity. We discovered that there was a redhead who worked in the Dean's office but who had recently put in her notice; her name was Kathryn Lienert. It fit and we thought about finding out if someone knew where she lived or if we might see her in the Dean's office. I never emailed my suspicions but I did tell Bob and Jay to keep an eye out for her to see if they thought she was K. I didn't want to freak the girls out so I decided not to let them in on this little development. I also wondered if this Lienert woman was K. What did this resignation mean? Would she be moving or would she still be around? What about wives of professors- that couldn't be ruled out. Anyway, Jay went down to the Dean's office on the pretense of wanting to check into switching majors and he got a pretty good look at Kathryn; he was sure she was K. When the allotted time arrived it was like déjà vu. We were sneaking around and doing secret knocks but with the chances of getting caught a bit higher. Given that we went during the day this time and it wasn't Halloween, I realized upon approaching the Kendall House just how ballsy this was – the only thing crazier would have been to go on a day when there were classes in there. I was nervous as hell when I approached the building and had to pace around a little bit to look like I was going somewhere else when I saw some other students walking nearby. Once the coast was clear, I sneaked around to the back of Kendall Hall. When I got in, I was greeted by K who had on a masquerade mask instead of a full head mask this time. She had full lips and nicely defined cheekbones but she chose to continue to leave her voice a mystery. She wore red lipstick and nail polish and was stunningly mysterious. She had on a long woman's overcoat and black stiletto high heels. She silently gestured me in by crooking her finger. I followed her into a second floor classroom which was equipped with desks and a small podium with a whiteboard near the front. On the board it was written, "Please sit quietly and remain silent until class begins – K" After I took my seat, K left the room and went back to the rear of the house to await the others. One by one they arrived. One by one they had the same reaction in that we wanted to talk but felt compelled by the message on the board not to. We wondered just what K was going to do to get things started. After I had been there for nearly 20 minutes and the last club member had been there for at least 5 minutes, we heard K coming. In fact we heard what sounded like a second set of footsteps. What happened next startled me. A burly man in green work pants and shirt with keys jangling on one side strode into the room. He walked down the aisle and turned to face us before speaking at which point he accusing asked, "What in the hell is going on here? Do you realize that you have broken into school property? You all can get suspended for that!" If this was a joke, no one was laughing. K had not accompanied the man into the room and in our lust we had been caught off guard, not considering the possibility of being set up. I was suddenly furious with K. She had basically taken control of the club away from me and was now going to get us in trouble – wasn't it enough to embarrass the hell out of me in front of Scott and Bob at the hotel. The man was known around campus as "Old Man". He was probably in his early forties if that old but due to ruddy skin, a scruffy goatee and streaks of white hair he got that nickname. His real name was John Ellerd or something like that. This guy probably had a chip on his shoulder against college kids given that we didn't exactly look at guys like "Old Man" with respect. This was feeling like a bad dream. After a long pause, Old Man walked around the room looking us up and down; no doubt to be sure he could identify us to the school administration. Then he spoke, "All right, maybe we can avoid any trouble if you all can play along with a little harmless game. Or if not you can end the semester before exams which will do wonders for your grades." He leered at us as he continued, "Your parents will just love having you home a few extra days early." As he finished speaking, K quietly entered the room. I thought to myself, "Dirty" Old Man; this was part of K's plan all along and insurance that we would go along with her little scheme. Shrewd bitch. At least for today Old Man was K's partner in crime. If she was sleeping with this guy, it explained how she had gotten a hold of the keys and how she knew the hours for rounds in the Science Building back in October and how she got the keys here today. "All right, if you all play nice there will be a little bonus at the end right Kath-," Old Man caught himself and then continued, "Right K?" K nodded nervously. I couldn't tell if she was mad at Old Man for slipping with her name or if she was getting bolder – certainly this new mask was much smaller than the one she had on the other times that we'd met. At this moment, it was confirmed in my mind that K was indeed Kathryn Lienert. Old Man's little slip was the icing on the cake. I didn't have to wonder long what would be next. Old Man turned a student desk around, and pulled it to the front of the room. Then he grabbed another chair for K. From their vantage point in the front of the room they took on an air of authority. Old Man spoke, "All right there will be a series of stunts for each of you to perform. The ground rules for the stunts are that there will be no touching. First the gentlemen will perform a stunt followed by the ladies performing a stunt and then we repeat the process. When you have finished, K and I will perform a little for you." He paused and looked around as if to get a read on our reaction, upon getting no response, he continued, "Gentlemen, you will perform first. One at a time you are to unzip your flies stop in front of each of the ladies and let her inspect your cock. You will be told when you have gone long enough." At this he produced a cassette player and began playing some sort of elevator music. Scott offered to go first. He set the tone for how this stunt was to be done. Rather than strictly just lowering his fly, he pulled pants and briefs down below his ass. Though I wasn't staring, I could see that he was not fully erect nor was he flaccid either. He managed to walk by hanging onto his pants on either side. He walked first up to Kelly. Since she was sitting in a desk his bare cock was just below her eye level. The guys let out jeers. When Old Man did not immediately call time, Scott began to gyrate his hips which made his cock bob up and down just inches from Kelly. She licked her lips and appeared to be enjoying this. She adhered to the no touching rule which seemed to add to the excitement. At last Old Man said, "All right, you may move to the other young lady now." Scott moved in front of Amy and continued to step from foot to foot and to rotate his hips. Amy said, "Well Mr. driver, how does it feel to be the one with his pants down?" Scott replied, "It feels just fine. I bet you'd like a piece of this wouldn't you?" Amy joked, "In your dreams." When Old Man said, "Ok, that's enough" Scott began to zip up his pants. Before he could finish, Old Man said, "Aren't you forgetting someone?" Scott smiled and said, "So I guess Ms. K would like a turn." He then walked over to the desk where she was sitting and lowered his pants to expose his cock. She looked on with approval. After a few seconds of this, Old Man said, "All right, cowboy that's enough. We need another volunteer." Jay went next and he also appeared to be only partly hard as he wagged his manhood in Kelly's face and then on cue did the same to Amy. He kept his pants down so that he could walk across the room to K. There was definitely a growing air of excitement in the room. I took my turn after Jay. It was definitely erotic to feel the cool air on my cock as I let it free; I was partly hard and could feel the nerves in my swelling member as I stood near Kelly. "My, my," Kelly quipped as I dangled my gonads before her. When instructed to do so, I moved over in front of Amy. I abided by the no touching rule, but I really hoped that Amy would just reach over and suck me. She didn't; she also stuck to the rule. At Old Man's behest, I moved on to the front of the room and dangled my wares in front of K. She took a long look at my cock and then at my face. She nodded her head as to say, "not bad." When Old Man told me that I was done, I wished that I wasn't as the excitement and nervous energy was very titillating. As I was retaking my seat, Bob said, "I guess you saved the best for last." He then stood up and began to unzip his fly. The guys all began to chant, "Bobby, Bobby, Bobby" Following the protocol that had been established by Scott, Bob pulled his pants and boxers below his hips and held them at the side. His prick popped out, the beginnings of his arousal were clearly visible as his large black cock protruded from his body above his large, dark nutsack. He walked first over to Kelly and let his cock go within inches of her face. To this she teasingly curled the end of her tongue as though she were going to lick the shaft of his penis. She stopped short of actually touching him. Old Man interjected, "No touching. Remember the rules." Then after a brief pause he added, "All right Bobby, give the next lady a turn." Bob moved over in front of our blond newbie Amy. His cock appeared to visibly twitch and grow a little as he stood before Amy. Amy was far more self-conscious than Kelly and acted almost scared of this large black cock that was in front of her. She even pretended to shield her eyes for a moment. Bob teased her by saying, "Come on, you know all white girls like a big, black cock. Take a nice good look." Amy blushed and sneaked a quick glance at his protruding love muscle. At this point, Old Man called time and Bob moved across the room towards K. K teasingly rubbed her breasts through her blouse and licked her lips as Bob approached her. Perhaps she wanted to remind him of how he had felt these luscious globes wrapped around his spasming cock some days earlier. When Bob was finally in front of her, she pretended to lick him in a more lusty fashion than Kelly had earlier. She then firmly grasped his cock just below the head and firmly planted a kiss on the tip of his swollen member. I led the protest that ensued, "Hey! Old Man, you said no touching!" Scott added, "Yeah, K broke the rules. Shouldn't there be a penalty for breaking the rules?" Old Man replied, "I guess you're right, since she broke the rules, there should be a punishment." He paused for a moment, looked over at K and rubbed his wispy chin hairs. Then he said, "All right K, for your punishment, you need to take off your top and let everyone see your tits. And you can stay that way until we finish our game." The guys were definitely ok with this punishment. She had large round breasts and we were all eager to see them. K turned her back to us for a moment so that we could not see her face and then unbuttoned her blouse and removed it. Bob was still standing near her as she continued to unlatch her bra and then let that drop to the floor. She grabbed her breasts and squeezed them as she faced Bob. Then she sat down and I noted that her nipples looked to be hardening as we watched her. College Club K Ch. 03 Old Man interjected, "Ok Bob, take a seat, I believe that it is time for the ladies to take a turn." Kelly interrupted, "But Old Man, you didn't show us your equipment, what gives?" Old Man replied, "I'm giving the orders today; not taking them. You want a piece of the Old Man?" "Just wanted to see if you were more Old or more Man," came Kelly's retort. "You'll get your chance, funny girl. You need to understand that just because this is a game doesn't mean that I am not in control here." Old Man looked directly at Kelly and said, "The boys have had their turn, now it's your turn. Take off your top and bra. Then I want to go step in front of each of the boys and show them your fine tits. When you've finished with the boys, you can show the Old Man." Kelly replied, "You're enjoying this aren't you, you horny old bastard?" "Yes, I am. In fact, there's an old saying of 'age before beauty.' Why don't you come over here and give me a preview." After this Kelly quickly took off her top and turned away from us before removing her bra. She held her hands over her nipples and hastily walked over to Old Man. "All right now, let them free so that I can see them," he said. In a flourish of annoyance and embarrassment Kelly opened her hands so that Old Man could see her nipples which were now protruding. After a mere flash she cupped her hands back over her fleshy globes covering her nipples as she moved towards the boys. "Give each of the boys a good look, you got a pretty good look at their equipment," Old Man ordered. We boys were sitting in desks side by side in the front row so Kelly started at the middle of the room where Jay was seated and worked her way across. I enjoyed the little exhibition immensely as she paused briefly in front of me. Apparently K didn't want to go unnoticed as this was going on as she brushed her fingers across her own nipples as Kelly was giving us our close-up of her lovely breasts. As Kelly finished the line, she walked back over to her seat on the left side of the room and put her bra and blouse back on. Now Old Man ordered out to Amy, "It's your turn now, blondy." Amy said, "All right, but I'm the only representative here for the Itty Bitty Titty Club. This isn't going to do much for you breast-lovers." "That's ok," Old Man reassured her, "Show us what you've got and show the Old Man first." Amy removed her top and bra and cupped her breasts. Unlike buxom Kelly, she was able to almost completely conceal them in her palms. "Let's see those little gems," Old Man suggested as she approached him. She quickly opened her palms and gave him a glimpse. K continued to hold and rub her own breasts as this was going on. Then just as Kelly had done moments earlier, she walked across the front and quickly opened her palms for each of the guys. She had cute little titties with light brown areola and pinkie-sized nipples. Upon finishing the line, she went back to her seat and put her bra and shirt back on. "All right," Old Man said, "That's the end of round one. Now things will get more interesting. Gentlemen, completely remove your pants and underwear." We did as we were told and we all took our seats without our pants. I also removed my shoes so that I could remove the pants as did the other guys. I was semi-erect as this all took place and felt much more vulnerable knowing that I could not quickly cover myself even if I wanted to. Old Man then turned to Kelly and Amy. "All right ladies, I'd like you to do the same thing. Remove your pants and your panties. Upon hearing this order, K stood up and unzipped her pants. This was getting very hot indeed as she quickly dropped her pants. The girls followed her lead although much more tentatively. "Ladies, I said that you were to remove your pants and your panties. You seem to have misunderstood the directions," Old Man added. K started to play this up. She spread her legs with her panties still on and then turned toward Old Man and pulled her panties aside to reveal her bare slit. I was dying to see what Old Man was feasting his eyes on at that moment. I remembered how plump her vulva was and how her inner lips swelled when she had been excited in the past. She dipped a finger into herself for Old Man's benefit. After this she stood, turned her back towards us and slowly lowered her panties in a very exaggeratedly slow manner while bending forward. She exposed her asshole and puffy inner lips as she bent forward until she nearly touched her toes. She then sat down and crossed and uncrossed her legs giving us intermittent glimpses of her shaved swollen pussy lips with its cute little tuft of red hair above. I for one was no longer semi-hard, my cock was rock hard and a bead of precum was at its tip. The girls had lowered their panties too but both had managed to wiggle free of them without getting more than an inch or two off of their seats. Unlike K they did not allow us to see what they had except for the thatches of pubic hair visible above their clenched thighs. Old Man was the only person in the room who had kept his clothing on through all of this. Old Man spoke up after the girls had all retaken their seats and had removed their panties. "Ok, for our next game we'll have a game of skill." He produced a half dozen rings of about 6 inches in diameter. "I would like to form two teams here. The blond will go with the black guy and the guy with the crew cut. Please stand together on the left side of the room." Before doing this, the girls quickly reached for their panties. Old Man stopped them before they could reach them. "You will not be wearing pants for this game. The rest of you will form the other team (this left Kelly, Scott and I to be on the other team)." "What about panties?" Kelly inquired. "No panties," Old Man replied. "So what is the game?" I asked. "We will be playing a revised version of ring toss. The ladies will be tossing and the gentlemen will be providing the targets. For each ring that the lady gets onto a teammate's penis, they score a point." "How are we supposed to get them on?" Amy asked. "The idea is that the targets, er, cocks, should be upright, if you know what I mean," Old Man answered. "That's fucked up," Amy said. "So what does the winning team get?" Scott asked. Old Man answered, "If your team (meaning Scott and I) gets the high score, then K will give me head. If the other team wins then I will eat K out." "What kind of prize is that?" Bob asked. Old Man replied, "Well, if your team wins. K will throw in a blow job for each guy on the winning team. I will be happy to service any winning female with a tongue-lashing." Bob said, "I think we are going to win this game. I needs to win this game." Amy said, "That's fucking sick. I don't want you anywhere near me you Old pervert!" Old Man just laughed and said, "Your loss." Old Man then continued, "The ladies will not be permitted to toss the rings without first passing them through their legs. They will need to turn their backs to the targets, bend forward and then toss the rings backwards through their legs." Kelly remarked, "Can't we put our pants back on first?" Old Man answered, "I'm afraid that would take all of the fun out of it. No, I'm afraid pants will stay off for this event." Amy then asked, "So how close do we have to get to the guys?" Old Man replied, "As close as you want, but remember no touching." The girls stood but held their hands over their privates. Then they shuffled over to the side of the room and backed up to the wall. We fell in in front of them. Old Man directed, "Ladies, this isn't going to work unless you turn around." With hesitation the girls turned around but they put their hands over their ass cracks when they were fully turned around. As they were doing this we turned around also to face their asses. Old Man walked between the six of us and handed each of the girls a dozen or so rings. As he have Kelly and Amy their rings he added, "You can't have your hands on your butts for this game." Reluctantly, the ladies held the rings but did not seem ready to start the game. Old Man called to K, "Maybe we should demonstrate how this is done. K will you come over here and assist me in demonstrating?" As she approached, he dropped his pants, revealing a fairly sizable erection. K placed her feet about three feet apart, bent forward and looked up through her legs. She then backed towards Old Man so that she was able to nearly place the ring over his cock. He helped out by lowering his hips so that she didn't have to struggle to reach. In the process of bending over, her asshole and cunt were very visible; her inner lips were clearly swollen and glistening. I felt my cock twitch while watching this stacked slut place her ring on Old Man's cock. For effect, she stuck her middle finger deep into her drenched slit and then stood up. Old Man said, "See how easy that is? Now it's your turn." Kelly placed her feet about 18 inches apart and bent forward. She couldn't see what she was doing and plopped the ring onto the floor after coming nowhere near either of us. We were fixated on her ass and trying to glimpse her pussy with little success. Beside us Amy stood with her legs close together similarly to Kelly. She also wasted her first toss which was more like a clumsy drop than a toss. Both girls continued like this for about four tosses. After this, Bob lost his cool and burst out, "Look girl, you may not want to win this contest, but I do! So play like you mean it God damn it." This seemed to give Amy the permission she needed to try a little harder. She placed her feet about a foot to 18 inches further apart and Bob and Jay approached. Bob gave Jay a dismissive look and said, "Look partner, she needs a target that she can hit, you need to stand aside if you want me to earn us a blow job." Jay stepped aside and Bob positioned his massive throbbing cock between the petite blonde's legs. His meat would have torn that poor girl apart despite the fact that her shaved cunt was by this point obviously well lubricated. She reached through her legs and gently placed a ring over Bob's cock. "We can't let them walk away with this without a contest," I protested. "Come on Kelly, you need to help us here. Scott, you can go first but I want the next turn." Kelly separated her feet further as well and when she bent forward, the pinkness inside of her was no longer obscured, its pungent and sweetly swelled lips were clearly glistening. It took a real force of the will not to stand forward and just slide my cock right into it. I don't think I'd ever been harder than I was at that moment. She managed to get her ring onto Scott's cock without any problem. I quickly insisted on taking my turn, "Scott that was good for one, now stand aside and give me a shot." As I stepped behind Kelly's gorgeous ass, I realized that I would need to crouch down a bit to accommodate the height disparity, which was awkward but allowed me a good look at Kelly's pink cunt with its dark, wet pubic hair as she reached her manicured fingers through her legs to place a ring onto my cock. Scott and I continued to alternate standing behind Kelly's ass. At this point, I was aching to spill some cum and the excitement plus the awkwardness of crouching cost us a perfect score. Bob kept his black hammer-handle of a cock poised at Amy's ass; he didn't even bother taking rings off to make way for new ones. The strategy of making Jay stand aside allowed them to not miss any of the last 8 rings. Old Man announced that Amy, Bob and Jay were the winners. It was now time for the show. Old Man stepped out of his pants and K bent forward with her hands on top of the teacher's desk which was in the front corner of the room. Old Man guided his cock up to her slit and slid it all the way in. Everyone's eyes were glued to the scene. The girls who were so self-conscious about being seen earlier were moving their hands down to their crotches. I rubbed a dollop of my precum on the underside of my shaft as I watched as well. I don't know how Old Man kept from shooting his load right then. After pounding away at K doggie style for about 20 strokes or so, Old Man pulled out and sat on the desk. As if on cue, K crawled up into his lap and began to slide up and down on his cock. Her wetness dripped down onto his balls as she rode him. We watched as his shaft appeared and disappeared into her sloppy wet cunt. He grabbed her nipples and pulled one of them into his mouth as she rode him. After several minutes of this, she got off of him and lay on the desk. Old Man got on the desk between her legs and slid in again. Through all of this no one spoke. We were all too captivated by the lewd display before us. At last Old Man showed us that he was indeed a real human being. He pulled his cock out and fired load after ropey load of hot cum onto K's cunt, belly and tits. K used her panties to wipe up the spunk and then motioned for Bob and Jay to come up for their rewards. She took a cock in each hand and then decided to work on Jay. She wrapped her lips around Jay's manhood which was throbbing and bluish at this point and with her long fingernails she worked his balls. He was blasting cum into her mouth in no time. His seed had blasted out so hard that it was spilling out of the sides of her mouth. She then reached over to Bob and pulled back his foreskin. She licked his shaft up and down like a large ice cream cone and then circled her tongue over his glans. After this she took one hand to cup his balls and with the other stroked the bottom of his shaft. Then she put her mouth fully over the end of his cock and took the first 5 inches or so of it into her mouth. Within moments of taking him into her mouth and bobbing up and down on him, Bob grunted, threw his head back and lost his load in her throat. At this point I was in agony. I wanted to cum so bad that I was ready to stroke off right then and there. At that point Old Man said to Amy, "Are you ready for your reward?" Instead of summarily disregarding him, she said, "I guess I deserve a reward, but not from you." Old Man replied, "Who should give you your reward?" To that Amy said nothing but pointed to K. I guess some invisible line had been crossed that allowed her to seek her own pleasure over her own inhibition. "All right then, you had better get your ass up on the desk." He said. Amy sat on the teacher's desk facing us and K came up between her legs. We all got a good full frontal look at Amy's wet pussy. K held her snatch open for inspection and than expertly began licking away at the inner folds of Amy's sopping wet cunt. She put her hands on the soft flesh of Amy's vulva and inner thighs as she worked away licking her clit and stuffing her tongue deeply into Amy's tight wet slit. By this point I was losing my mind and I began to pump away feverishly at my cock with my hand. I shot a big load onto my shirttail. Kelly looked over at me and said, "It's a shame that you did that. I'm so horny I might have let you put that into me." To this Scott perked up and said, "How would you like me to scratch your itch." In the intensity of the moment she simply replied, "Only if you let me scratch yours." The rules of the game were henceforth forgotten. Then Amy tugged on Scott's cock and kissed him on the lips. He stuck his hand down to her crotch and slipped two or three fingers into her snatch. He continued to finger fuck her vigorously and she picked up the pace of stroking his shaft. After a few minutes of this, Scott shot out his seed into her hand and she bucked onto him losing herself to a blissful orgasm as the rest of us looked on. K was busy sucking Old Man back to another erection. As she leaned forward with her pants still down, I bravely came up behind her and put my hands on her ass and slid two fingers into her cunt. She did not hesitate to let me at her. I then slid my erect cock into her and pounded away as she tongued Old Man's shaft sucked the head of his cock and massaged his balls. After I lost my seed, Jay and Bob stepped in behind me and also unloaded into K. Epilogue: K indeed moved on and not coincidentally Kathryn Lienert vanished from the administration office. K left the club and did not leave a forwarding address. I emailed her several times, but she never replied. I received a hand written note in my campus mailbox from her just before Christmas break which read: Brad, Maybe I'll set up a voyeur's club in my new town. Here's your picture. It was fun. K --------- A disk containing a copy of the pictures that she had taken of me and the guys at the hotel was enclosed. I was worried that I might flunk out or be expelled if I kept up with running the club so I abdicated control to Scott. Amazingly everyone kept our antics under wraps enough that we never got busted. The club carried on through that year but it was never remotely the same after K left.