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Kates Sorority

By: RonRyder



Chapter 1

Of all the buildings on campus, none was shrouded in greater secrecy than the Sorority known universally as 'Kates'. Not even the bio-labs. At least one had a fair idea what went on there. What went on at Kates, on the other hand, was subject only to the imagination. Could be a nunnery, a den of lesbians or a whorehouse. No-one knew because no-one who entered the inner confines ever said a word. Even the name was a mystery. Who was Kate? Was there a Kate?

Of course, the guys were all curious. But the building was protected by a high, thick hedge. The only gate, of sturdy wood, was locked permanently. Once, according to folklore, a couple of adventurous sophomores had run a ladder up the hedge. One of them ascended it, tentatively, and peered over. His descent, assisted by a pellet from a Beebe gun which left a bruise on his forehead for weeks, was even less elegant than his ascent! 

The guys watched the co-eds come and go, licking their lips as the slender figures and soooo long legs walked by. But none of them ever hit on a girl who wore the scripted 'K' brooch on her blouse – the hallmark of a Kates girl. Folklore again -- the naive junior who tried his luck, was repulsed, but persisted. A week later he resumed attending class, on crutches. What instrument broke his legs? He did not know. Who wielded it? This also was not known to him. It was dark. There were no witnesses. What was known to him, and to all because he had bragged about it, was that he had hit on a Kates girl.

So all the guys were polite and Kates girls were equally polite. Looks aside, they seemed perfectly ordinary, healthy co-eds. You could chat with them, even flirt a bit, though if this went beyond a certain point, a Kates girl would smile mysteriously and turn away. They did not date. Had it not been for their striking appearance, they would have been ignored, brand-marked as confirmed virgins or closet lesbians. These were liberal times. There were plenty of girls on campus who did date, and some who did little else. No guy went short.

But those lithe figures, the way their hips swayed as they walked, that mysterious smile that seemed to say 'admire all you like, but don't touch': no question about it, Kates girls were the class of the campus. They were just plain sexy, and their unattainability merely increased the guys' desire.

In this respect, Jim Riley was no different from all the other guys. He wondered, and watched from a safe distance. Close to graduation, he had his eyes set on a post-graduate program and was regarded by his fellow students, male and female alike, as 'nice but studious'. No party animal, he had dated only rarely and most of his dates ended with a kiss and a cuddle, or not even that. Jim had high standards, in every respect. Only twice had he slept with a co-ed, and though both experiences had been highly pleasurable, there were no repeats. Jim was not into 'going steady'. The girls he was attracted to weren't into 'just sex'. The two he had slept with expected a proper date, dining, a movie maybe, ending up in bed, maybe, if the mood was right. But the goals Jim had set himself were ambitious and demanding. 'Regular dates' were just too time-consuming. Both girls were disappointed because Jim was genuinely a nice guy, and not unattractive. They let him know of their displeasure. And they passed it around amongst their friends. 

So Jim was left with a choice between girls who were fine with 'just sex', and a well-practiced hand! His misfortune that 'just sex' girls didn't appeal to him. They were either physically unattractive, or dumb, or, if neither, then they coupled their sexual appetites with appetites of the kind that involved the intake of one or more 'substances', which habit Jim strongly rejected. He was 'going places', and potheads went nowhere. 

Jim found himself faced with the 'Groucho Marx' predicament of not wanting to belong to a club that would have him as a member. This was why his hand was well-practiced.

When he masturbated, his eyes were closed, and in his mind's eye was -- inevitably -- a Kates girl, or two, or even three. He imagined them standing before him, wearing that inscrutable smile, and nothing else. This imagery alone was sometimes enough to get him off, though often his imagination ran riot --- things 'nice girls' don't do. Jim was highly intelligent, and his fantasies about Kate's girls were appropriately inventive. That they were fantasies he was of course fully aware. Nothing like that could ever actually happen for real. Not to him, not to any guy.

Chapter 2

It was a crisp, clear day in January, one of those golden California winter days. The warming sun danced through the branches of the trees as Jim made his way from dorm to class. Her voice cut into thoughts of the assignment he had just completed.

"Hi!"

He looked up. A pang of guilt shot through him. 

"Er... Hi!" he managed.

"Got a minute, Jim?" said the Kates girl. 

He didn't know her name but she knew his?

"Oh sure!" he said, hastily, just avoiding adding 'as long as you like!'.

"So, like, we're having a party at the weekend. Would you like to come?"

Jim's mind was suddenly racing. All thoughts of his assignment vanished instantly. He'd never heard of a Kates girl addressing a guy. Party? Well, hell!

"Sure!" he said.

"It's a bit unusual."

"Oh!" 

"You wouldn't mind that, would you?"

"No!" Unusual? Well, hell! Whatever it meant! "No! Of course. No!" he repeated.

"Ok. Well we start at 2am Saturday and end at 2am Sunday. Would that be ok?"

Jim hesitated. That was unusual. It was more than unusual. Questions formed in his mind.

"If you can't make it...." the Kates girl was saying, her body making a half turn as though she were about to walk away.

"No! No! Be fine. 2am. Sure."

"Until 2am Sunday. You quite sure?"

"Ye-es! Yes! Absolutely."

"Great. Here's how it works. You come to the gate --- you know...?"

Jim was nodding.

"Alone. At 1.55 am Saturday precisely. I mean, exactly. Not a minute earlier, not a minute later. No-one sees you. Ok. If someone is around, walk past and return at 2.05 precisely. Then same again. Ten minute intervals if there's someone around. Ok?"

"Erm... Sure. I guess, ok."

"No guess. Repeat the instructions so I know you've understood."

Jim did.

"When you get to the gate, knock twice, wait two seconds, then knock three times. Ok? That's first twice, two seconds wait, then three times."

"Got it," Jim said.

"And not a word to anyone. Ok?"

"Sure. I understand."

"I hope so."

She flashed him a smile, but Jim knew the folklore and sensed the implication.

"See you then," the Kates girl said, and with a swirl of her skirt and a brief 'Mona Lisa' look back, she walked off.

Jim's eyes followed her, admiring her slender ankles, trim behind and wide shoulders. Again that feeling of guilt at this vision that fed his fantasies.

Only later did all the questions he should have asked enter his brain. What the hell had he got himself into? He cursed himself. He had been mesmerized by her. What kind of a party begins at 2am? And ends 24 hours later? Parties end when they end. People drift in and out. Surely she hadn't meant he should stay the whole time -- in Kates Sorority? But inside himself he knew that that is precisely what she meant. The place was like a fortress. Once he was in, he'd get out when they were ready to let him out. 

Hell, he couldn't afford an entire 24 hours. His schedule would be shot. He'd call and cancel. 

Then he remembered. He could not call and cancel. He had no number. And he'd agreed. No going back now.

Jim was not sure whether the 'folklore' that surrounded Kates was true or pure fiction. But he was not about to take the risk of getting his legs broke. 

So on the appointed night, at the appointed time, to the second, no-one in sight, he knocked, twice, two seconds pause, then thrice. The door swung silently open. 

Chapter 2

"Please make yourself comfortable," said the lady. She was middle-aged and had the appearance of a housekeeper. She had conducted Jim along a corridor and into a room that was dimly lit, but rather warm. As his eyes adjusted, Jim made out two sofas set parallel to each other and between them a long, sturdy coffee table covered by a soft cloth. Each sofa had side tables on which stood glasses and large bottles of mineral water. 

Jim made as though to sit on one of the sofas.

"No!" came the sharp voice. "I asked you to make yourself comfortable."

Jim looked at the woman, puzzled.

"Are you Kate?" he asked.

"Certainly not!" replied the woman, sternly. "I am an employee of the house. Now, will you please make yourself comfortable."

Her body language and the way she moved her arms.....

"You mean.... You mean, you want me to undress?" Jim said, in a tone of incredulity.

"It is rather warm in here, isn't it," the woman replied. "Perhaps you'd noticed?"

Her tone was not lacking an element of sarcasm.

"Erm.... I thought ... well.. that I was attending a party?" Jim stammered, seeking time.

"Indeed. You are. And I'm sure you were told it was an unusual party."

"Er...Yes. I was told that. But I was not told what it meant."

"Well the first thing it means is that you should make yourself comfortable. As the other gentlemen have done."

"Other guys?"

"Three others. You are the fourth and last."

"So where are they, the other three?" Jim asked meekly.

"In rooms similar to the one you are now in. You will not see them. They will not see you."

There was a pause. Jim was not happy. He felt extremely insecure.

"Look. Would you mind telling me what kind of a party this is?" he said, his voice betraying his nervousness.

"Certainly. This is part of my job. But first, you must make yourself comfortable."

Still, Jim hesitated.

"Are you embarrassed? Or ashamed of your body? Or what?" the woman said, in an unkind tone.

"No! No!" Jim said, and began reluctantly to discard jacket, shirt, jeans, socks, shoes......

"And...?'

... and underpants.

"Thank you. Now you may sit."

The woman waved at one of the sofas as she gathered up Jim's clothes.

"You won't be needing these," she said, "for the next twenty four hours."

"Er...."

"Yes. I'll be leaving you directly, and you won't see me again until it's time for you to leave."

"But...!"

The woman cut him off before the question could formulate itself.

"Consider yourself a guest of the girls. You have accepted an invitation to their weekend party and of course will wish to repay them for this privilege. You will meet them all as the party evolves and I'm sure you will want to please them as much as you can. This is important. Remember always, you are here to please the girls, not the other way around."

"Yes! Of course.... But..." Jim stammered, but was again interrupted.

"Now these Events – that's what we call them, not parties -- are very private and strictly confidential, so you will speak not one word to anyone about your time here. I'm sure you've heard the rumors," she continued, darkly. "You can believe most of them."

"But ... Event?" Jim got it out. "What kind of 'Event'?"

"The girls have their own word for it, but if you ask me, the best description is 'Stud of the Week'."

"What!?"

"Yes. The girls do like to be entertained. And there are four of you. One will become 'Stud of the Week'. He will have the right to spend one night per week here. The rest will be thanked, but not re-invited."

Jim's look said it all.

"Look," Jim's voice to on an air of resolve. "I'm not sure I want to go on with this."

"Why ever not?"

"Well, for starters, I do not regard myself as a 'stud'."

"Maybe that's the wrong word. Yes, it does have negative connotations. The girls mean by this merely the man who pleases them the most. Obviously one of the girls thinks you have potential to please, otherwise you would not be here. Remember, and follow their lead. They'll tell you what pleases them and what does not. Obey, and you'll all have a ball."

Giggling to herself at what presumably was a double-entendre, the matron abruptly left the room, carrying Jim's clothes with her. 

Chapter 3

"Hi! I'm Melissa."

Jim recognized the girl who had issued his invitation. She wore a short skirt, a white blouse and not much else, by the look of it. The skirt accentuated long, slender legs, which, in the parlance, went all the way to the ground, terminating in fine-boned bare feet. 

"Jim," Jim replied, rising to his feet. "But you know that."

"Yes, and I'm glad to see you here."

"I suppose I should say 'I'm glad, too', but I have to tell you in all honesty, I'm nervous as hell."

"Matron does have that effect. But she's a darling, really."

"It's just.. it's just," Jim stammered, "well, I just am not a 'stud'."

Melissa smiled.

"What's in a word? Maybe what you think of as a 'stud' is different from what we think."

"Well..." Jim began, but paused. Melissa had raised an elegant forefinger to her lips. She moved close.

"You have a nice body," she whispered, looking into his eyes.

"You, too," Jim mouthed.

"But you haven't seen it all yet. Would you like to?"

Gulp!

Melissa stepped back slightly, her hands at her sides, shoulders squared. The invitation was all too obvious.

Nervous fingers fumbled with the top button of her blouse.

"Slowly, slowly," she murmured. "We have all the time in the world."

One by one the buttons came undone. The blouse hung free from her shoulders. Maintaining eye contact, Jim raised his hands. The blouse slid to the ground revealing two perfectly formed breasts. Neither large, nor small, they hung slightly to the left and to the right, succulent and supple. Of its own accord, his gaze fell upon them.

"You like?"

"Stunning."

"You can stroke them, if you like. They love to be stroked."

Jim brushed the tips of his fingers across soft, milk-white skin. 'Could this really be happening?' he was thinking. 

"Mmm," Melissa murmured, her eyes closed. "Keep doing that. Such a gentle touch."

Reverent fingers explored every square inch, stroking, pressing slightly, cupping around the undersides, occasionally brushing a nipple. Eyes marveled, breasts to be adored – a wonder of nature.

A skirt fell to the ground, seemingly without assistance. Melissa stepped out of it and pressed her soft body against Jim's firmer one. Their lips met, tongues explored mouths. Jim ran his finger tips up and down her back, she clasped him tight to her, groin against groin.

An age passed before Melissa disengaged.

"I knew you'd be good," she whispered, taking him by the hand and leading him to the sofa. Jim sat, Melissa half knelt.

"Stroke my thighs," she murmured, as their mouths rejoined.

Her legs parted to allow Jim's fingers to explore inner thighs of pure silk. She shivered, and Jim shivered when a hand slid down his stomach and delicate fingers curled around his cock.

As their grip tightened, so Jim's fingers edged higher and higher up Melissa's thighs and began to brush against her pussy lips, at first tentatively, then more firmly, parting them, thrilling at the warm moistness of their inner walls.

Her thighs parted further, encouraging exploration. Her hand began to massage a cock that was now fully erect. His fingers eased her pussy lips aside and began to stroke, round and round, then back and forth.

Time stood still.

Melissa disengaged suddenly and let out a gasp.

"Right there. No! Forward a bit. Yes! Keep on doing that."

Her hands flew to her breasts, her thighs began to quiver.

"Yes!... Just that!"

Jim complied, stroking, pressing the skin of her vaginal wall, just below her clit, back and forth, back and forth.....

Her head was back and her gasps evolved into little cries.

A loud exhalation of breath accompanied the first wave of her orgasm.

But if he expected a break in proceedings, Jim was mistaken. Moving swiftly and surely, Melissa straddled him and guided his cock into her. The walls of her vagina opened effortlessly to admit him, and closed deliciously, gripping his shaft. 

"Squeeze my breasts," she panted, beginning to rock to and fro, her hands at her sides.

Her naked groin pressed against his, ever more urgently. Her head went back on its slender neck, the supple walls encasing Jim's erection began to vibrate.

"Uuuugggghhhhh!"

She fell forward, her head resting on his shoulder, still impaled on him, juice oozing out of her and soaking the lower shaft of Jim's cock and his balls.

Melissa lay still for a long time, far longer than it took for Jim's erection to wilt. Jim, too, was still. But his mind was not. He thought of all the times he'd masturbated with this image in his mind, of a Kate's girl in full heat riding his cock until she exploded. In his mind's eye it had been different. Not a grinding of groin on groin, but a wild up and down, in and out, on and on. And of course, when she came, he came.

Now it had happened for real, and the reality was quite different from his fantasy. Jim was confused. None of the girls he had been with behaved like Melissa. In fact, he could not recall one time when he was confident that he had brought a girl to orgasm, whatever she may have said, or simulated.

Melissa had simulated nothing. Eventually she stirred and rolled off him into the semblance of a sitting position.

"That was good," she said. "Real good."

"Do you always come that easily?" Jim asked, innocently, though he immediately regretted the words.

She glanced up at him. A 'Kates girl' smile.

"Fishing for compliments?"

"No! No!" Jim was aghast. "A stupid remark. Please consider it unsaid."

"I could do with a drink. Would you...?"

"Sure, sure!"

The tumblers and bottle were at hand.

"To answer your question, I come easily if the guy does it right."

"Do I take it that I did everything right?"

"You did. Not one false move. It only takes one, though, to turn me off --- if I get the feeling the guy is thinking mainly of himself, it's no go."

Jim thought again of 'reality versus fantasy'. How many guys took their image of how to 'please a woman' from porn movies, where all too obviously, the woman pleased the man?

"To be perfectly honest, I had never had an orgasm with a guy before I was admitted to Kates."

"And now?"

"We're very selective."

"So the other guys who – er-hem – are here tonight, they'll be like me?"

"Oh, better," Melissa replied, and it took a moment for Jim to catch the twinkle in her eye.

"Sorry!" he said.

They both sipped water.

"Anyway," Melissa said, "no two women are alike. If you don't know that already, you're about to find out."

"Does that mean this is it, for us?"

"Yes! I found out what I needed to know."

"But...but.. I really like you. I mean really!"

"That's nice to know, but Kates girls don't date. It's a no-no. Even if I wanted to, it's forbidden."

"So the only way I get to see you again is ....?"

"You got it."

Melissa was on her feet. She wrapped her skirt around her and buttoned up her blouse.

"What happens now?" Jim said.

"You wait here. Someone will appear. In case you need it, there's a bathroom over there."

She pointed, Jim looked. 

"And for you?" he said, looking back – at the door swinging to. Not so much as a 'Bye'.

So many thoughts. 

Chapter 4

"Hi! I'm Sue."

"And I'm Mandy."

"Jim," Jim said, rising hastily.

"We know that," Sue said, giggling as she unbuttoned her blouse. 

"Hope you're on form tonight," Mandy said, dropping her skirt.

They stood before him side by side, naked. Sue; long blonde hair, small breasts, a somewhat boyish figure, fully shaved pubis. Mandy: brunette, round breasted, wider hips, pubis bare save for a single vertical strip of neatly trimmed hair above the clit hood. Of course, as Kates girls they both were pretty and had long, slender legs.


Kates Sorority



"You like?" Sue said, giggling again.

"Sure," Jim said. What was not to like? That they were not Melissa?

"Just so you know," Mandy said, "we are a pair. But we're both 'Bi' and love a hot threesome."

"And we're very oral," Sue said. "I hope you're into that."

"Sure," Jim said. "Me on you, or you on me?"

"Oh, everyone on everyone," Sue said, airily.

"Let's start by warming you up a bit," Mandy said. "Looks like you need it."

Jim became suddenly conscious of his limp cock.

Sue and Mandy each grabbed a hand and led Jim back to the couch.

"Right on the edge," Mandy said, settling herself between Jim's knees. "Yes, that's it," she said as Jim eased his rump forward so his balls dangled free.

Sue knelt on the couch and bent forward so her head was lying on Jim's stomach. Mandy grasped Jim's cock at the base and held it tight while Sue slipped tip and shaft into her mouth and began to suck.

Obviously, Sue was no novice. Jim's cock had retained memory of Melissa and stiffened rapidly inside Sue's mouth.

"Ooh! I love a responsive cock," Sue said, as she switched to a less voracious technique, sliding down on him and sucking on the withdrawal.

Jim slid a hand under her body and began stroking her breasts.

"Don't do that," Sue said sharply. "Touchy-feely stuff turns me off. You can squeeze my nipples if you like."

And she resumed fellating Jim, with gusto.

Once Jim's cock was erect, Mandy removed her fingers from its base, lowered her head and began sucking his balls.

One Kate girl sucking his cock, one his balls. Another fantasy. How would this one work out? In his fantasy the girls kept swapping places and he lasted for hours. But this was for real. He could already feel the sap rising and Sue was only now getting into top gear, her head bobbing up and down as her lips closed over his cock, slid down as far as she could take it, then withdrew. Jim squeezed her nipples brutally, but this seemed merely to turn her on, spawn greater effort. His head went back, he closed his eyes and tried to distract himself.

That he survived even round one was due to a simple fact, known to the girls, but not to Jim. He was thinking of the only previous time a girl had fellated him. At high-school. He had almost, just not quite, come in her mouth. Since her purpose had been merely to get him stiff enough to fuck, she was not impressed when he came inside her almost on entry.

What Jim did not know was the effect Mandy's ministrations on his balls had on his ability to ejaculate. Unable to rise in their sac, they could not properly perform their function. So in spite of the feeling of urgency, of imminent orgasm, of disgracing himself by coming in Sue's mouth, Jim did not. 

Gradually, he began to realize this, and as he did, he began to relax. And as he began to relax so did the muscles in his groin. It was a strange feeling, intense pleasure as Sue's mouth fucked and sucked his cock with her mouth, short, sharp pangs of pain as Mandy drew his balls into her mouth and sucked on them.

Strange, new, quite unlike anything in his fantasy, but Jim adjusted. He ceased attempting to distract himself. He opened his eyes and admired Sue's slender back and elevated rump. He moved his hand down, reaching between her legs. Sue shifted her position to give him access and he guessed right. He did not stroke her pussy, he pinched her pussy lips. Which drew a groan of pleasure and a moment's respite.

"Oh! That's good. Keep doing that."

And she adjusted position again so he could pinch and pull on pussy lips and clit hood.

Still, it was touch and go and Jim was mightily relieved when Sue finally ran out of steam. She rocked back on her haunches, panting.

"That was great," she said, breathlessly. "I love sucking a cock that can take it. And a guy who knows how to treat a pussy."

Whether she was talking to him or to Mandy, Jim did not know. He had survived round one. His cock, hugely erect, had fallen back on his stomach.

Let round two begin.

Mandy and Sue switched places and Sue began massaging Jim's balls with her fingers and pulling them down in their sac. Jim awaited Mandy's mouth, but in vain. She began by running her fingernails from the base of his cock to its tip. She did this maybe ten times, then began a slow fingernail massage, starting at the base and working gradually upwards, digging her nails into his shaft. Throughout she maintained eye contact with Jim. He tried to remain sanguine, but could not help registering the occasional wince. 'Does it hurt,' her eyes seemed to say. 'No? Then I'll have to try harder.'

Meanwhile, Sue was using her nails to good effect on his ball-bag, digging them in and pulling, down, and from side to side.

It did hurt, but Jim could not say whether he liked this hurt or not, whether he wanted to convey 'Please, do this all night' or 'Please, please, stop this torture and bring me off!'

What he did know was that a fire was beginning to rage in his cock and his balls as nerve endings were stimulated in a way for which they had not been designed.

Mandy's gaze switched from eye-contact to his cock, which he was sure was glowing red. Whether or not, Mandy's nail massage continued unabated, stimulating him, keeping him erect, but the pollen firmly in check. Was this her thing? A power trip? 

"How's he doing?" Sue's voice.

"I don't know. How are you doing, Jim? Are you enjoying this?"

"Absolutely," Jim replied, himself unsure whether it was the truth or a lie.

"I'm bored," said Sue.

"Well get up here and have him eat your pussy," Mandy said. "I know, let's put him on the table so you can face-fuck him."

"Ooh,Yes!"

With some help, Jim found himself lying on the padded table with his feet on the floor protruding from one end. Sue climbed onto the table, settled on her knees and pressed her pussy against Jim's mouth. She began to thrust, forwards and backwards, across his face.

"Use whatever you've got, Jim," Mandy called out. "Lips, tongue, teeth. She likes it hard."

Jim did not answer because Sue's pussy pressed against his mouth and nose so hard he was practically suffocating. He learned rather quickly to breathe in syncopation with the thrusting of Sue's groin.

That she was enjoying herself was aurally palpable.

If he could have, Jim would have groaned in delight as Mandy grasped the base of his cock with her hand and slid her mouth over its tip. The mercy of saliva on a cock ravaged by the thousands of pinpricks her nails had left behind. Mandy fellated him a few times, then used her hand to draw his foreskin down so it was held taut. 

Then she buried his cock deep in her mouth. A sharp pain. Cheez! What was that? Teeth!? 

If he'd been able to, Jim may have yelped. But of course he could register no sound. His mouth and tongue were otherwise occupied. Mandy massaged his cock with her teeth, withdrew slightly, bit down again, massaged again, and continued in stages until she reached the tip of Jim's cock, which she grazed with her teeth before proceeded to lick it, using a circular motion. Then she slid her mouth down his shaft again, dug in with her teeth, and repeated. 

'She likes to take it hard,' Mandy had said, referring to Sue. Mandy, it seemed, liked to give it hard. 

Not that Jim was complaining. Every so often, Mandy exchanged her 'tooth massage' for a forceful hand massage, presumably to restore full erection. A new experience that Jim began slowly to adjust to. His cock was on fire, but in no danger of erupting. Mandy could do this all night. Hell, maybe she would! 

Perhaps it was the distraction that kept the pollen down. Sue's thrusts continued unabated. On the back thrust her clit brushed Jim's bottom teeth, on the return his front teeth. She pressed herself ever more firmly against his face.

"Yeah,Yeah! Agh! Ugh! Yes! Yes!....Yes!"

He imagined how the scene would appear to an observer sitting on the couch. Highly erotic, no doubt. On the receiving end it was not quite that way. It would not have occurred to him that girls would enjoy this. But these two obviously did. They were, indeed, having a ball, and the sheer intensity, the savagery with which they took him to task, one end as the other, let him know it.

Sue suddenly ceased moving over his face. She positioned herself so the upper part of her vaginal opening and her clit were between Jim's lips.

"Suck in, hard as you can, and bite down......OoooH! Yes! Yes! That's right. Tighter. Bite. Lick my clit tip....Yes,OHYES..."

Sue resumed bucking back and forth, pulling her pussy lips against Jim's firm bite. 

"OhmiGod!.....Tongue.. Yes!.... More, more...."

Hanging on with his teeth as Sue's gyrations became more and more wild, Jim tongued the tip of her clit furiously. Her body was suddenly still. Her thighs began to shake,

"OhmiGod, OhmiGod, OhmiGod..... Aaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrggggggghhhhhh! ... Don't stop!! AAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!"

Sue fell forward onto the table.

"Turn me over and do it more," she demanded, between pants.

Jim took her ankles, swiveled her onto her back and buried his head between her thighs.

"Ugh! Agh! Uuuugggghhhhh! .....More, harder.... Aaaarrgghhh...Holy..."

Sue squeezed her nipples mercilessly as the orgasm continued, on and on...

Eventually, the gyrations of her body ceased, her cries became muted.

Mandy's voice broke the sudden silence.

"I think she's done. My turn!"

Jim turned over onto his back. Mandy loomed over him, smiling encouragingly as she slid his cock, still on fire, expertly into her and began a slow fuck. Her body rose and fell, encasing him completely in the nectar of her juices – balm indeed. 

Disbelieving, Jim watched mesmerized as her breasts bobbed up and down.

He reached up and took one in each hand.

"That's nice", Mandy said, as she switched to a to and fro motion, grinding her groin against his. "I like it long and slow. Hang in there."

Jim did. Quite how, he could not explain even to himself. The fire of the nail and tooth massage had left his cock pole-stiff, but immune to lesser stimulation. There was no urgency to ejaculate, it just felt OhsodamnGood.

He continued to massage Mandy's breasts gently, admiring the lithe torso, wide hips, flat stomach, such pretty features, the sleek, black hair and that Mona Lisa smile. Calm after the storm.

Sue's feet, still straddling his body twitched from time to time. The taste of her pervaded Jim's mouth. 

Mandy's movements were slow, deliberate and expert, to and fro, then up and down a while. There was no sign of impending orgasm and when it came, it was the merest exhalation of breath. Mandy ceased moving, just remained in place, impaled upon him.

"Keep stroking," she said, her eyes closed. 

Jim did.

Eventually Mandy eased herself off him and reverted unsteadily to the vertical. Jim followed suit, inelegantly. They both looked down on Sue, still lying on her face, comatose on the table.

"Is she ok?" Jim said, an element of concern in his voice.

"Sure. Just give her a crack over the butt....."

Jim hesitated.

"Oh well, then I will."

"Eh! You!" Mandy called out, whacking Sue's trim butt with the flat of her hand.

They turned her around and Mandy grabbed both hands and pulled her off the table. Gathering up their clothes, she supported Sue as they made for the door, turning when they got there, and saying,

"Thanks. I guess that goes for her to!"

Then they were gone.

Chapter 5

"Hi! I'm Janet."

Janet was a redhead. Genuine, as Jim quickly realized. And not a great conversationalist.

"I like it from behind. Doggie. Kay. Start slow and build up."

Cheez! She was already in position, kneeling on the couch.

Jim's cock was still half erect from his encounter with Sue and Mandy and a couple of strokes with his faithful right hand was enough for it to attain the state of grace sufficiently to penetrate Janet's proffered cavity. Which offered little resistance.

Janet adjusted position for ease of penetration and in no time they had settled into a steady rhythm.

"Yes, that's good," Janet said, pushing back with her rump against Jim's thrusts. "Keep that going."

Jim had never fucked a girl 'doggie-style', but he adapted rapidly, and found that the stimulation was enough, but not too much. After a while, his cock was iron hard, but in no danger of erupting. He began to enjoy himself, admiring Janet's lithe back with its pronounced backbone, and the way her hair fell down on one side. Not his favorite position, he decided – he could see neither her face nor her breasts – but that was all to the good. He could scarcely believe that he had survived this long without coming, and maybe this limitation on optical stimulation was no bad thing. 

Limitation also on aural stimulation. Janet did not sigh, moan, cry out – she gave no utterance of herself, showing that she was 'engaged' only via the movements of her body.

Jim was beginning to tire. His thighs were slightly bent and began to protest. However, the merest touch on her rump was sufficient to raise this just a little and relieve the stress. Nevertheless, he was not sorry when she said,

"Speed up a bit."

Janet's vagina had started out wet and it got wetter. Meeting with little resistance, Jim began to fear for his erection. He pumped harder.

"That's ok," Janet said. "Long and as deep as you can make it."

Jim was happy to comply. His legs felt shaky. How long could he keep this up? He sensed before he felt Janet's hand beginning to work her clit hood.

"Harder!"

Jim responded gratefully, banging into Janet so her butt reverberated visibly with every thrust. He was still enjoying the fuck, but the strain on sinews was beginning to tell. In addition, the pollen was beginning to rise.

"Harder!"

Cheez!

Just as Jim felt his legs finally giving way beneath him, Janet pulled away. Turning over and lying on her back, she spread her legs wide. Her gaping cavity gleamed up at him.

"Finish me off. Hard as you can. Crush me."

Gratefully, Jim fell on her. His body crushed hers into the sofa and his rump rose and fell with all the force he could command. The sap began to rise, in earnest. 

Jim's head was no longer in control. His body took over. The many hours of stimulation had stored within him a pool that wanted out. Now! Janet spread her thighs even wider as Jim's thrusts became more and more urgent. Still there was silence except for the squelch of groin on groin. 

He could control it no longer. The semen spurted out of him like water from a geyser, on and on and on.....

"Shit, shit, Ohshit..." it was his voice, not hers.

He lay on her. She made no move. His cock wilted inside her.

When he could, he struggled off her and sat on the couch, breathing irregularly. He heard her voice, which seemed to come from a distance,

"Would you fetch me a cloth?"

He looked at her, saw her hand covering her vagina. 

"There must be a whole pint in there!"

Hastily, Jim staggered to the bathroom, found a towel and lumbered back.

"Hell," he said. "I'm sorry. I couldn't hold it back."

"No problem," redhead Janet said, mopping at the mess that emerged from her vagina. "Pretty good fuck."

He could not bring himself to ask her whether she'd come too. 

Chapter 6

"Hi! I'm Angela."

"Jim."

"Yeah. I know."

Angela was blonde, short hair, blue eyes, high cheek-bones, perhaps the prettiest girl Jim had seen so far. It was hard to compare. They were all so delectable.

Unlike her predecessors, Angela did not drop her clothes at the door. She seemed uncertain. Jim had risen to greet her. They stood a yard apart.

"Listen," Angela said, "would you mind... if we, well, if we, like, don't do anything? Just kinda talk?"

Than which no sweeter music could have graced Jim's ears. After exploding in Janet, his cock was done. He'd been mortified thinking of the next in line.

"No problem," Jim said, blithely.

They sat on the other couch.

"Would you like some water?" Jim said.

"Ooh, yes please," Angela replied. She seemed younger than her predecessors. More innocent, certainly.

"I suppose I should take my things off," she said, "to be fair. Only...."

"Only what?" Jim said, handing her a glass of mineral water.

"Maybe it would – er – start things off."

"Whatever you're comfortable with, Angela," Jim said, smoothly. "I can see you're a gorgeous girl with a stupendous body. Leave your things on, or take them off, it's entirely up to you."

"If you don't mind," Angela said after a moment's hesitation, "I'll leave them on."

"Fine," said Jim. 

Cheez! Did they choreograph these things?

"Please don't think I find you unattractive. You're not. Not at all. It's just that I'm not feeling very well right now."

"No problem," Jim said. "Sit back and relax. I'm not offended in the slightest."

"No really, you have a great body...."

"Really. It's fine. No problem."

"If you're sure."

"I am. Quite sure. If you're not feeling very well, that's the only thing that matters. Relax and take it easy."

"Thanks," Angela said, in apparently genuine gratitude.

"I'm pretty new here, you see," she continued, breaking an awkward silence.

"A novice.... That's what they call you when you first join."

"Indeed."

"Yes. This is my first ... well, you know."

"Indeed."

Pause.

"So what does that mean, a 'novice'?" Jim asked.

"New," Angela said superfluously. "It's pretty tough."

"Indeed. How so?"

"It's like all Sororities, I suppose. You have to go through an initiation period."

"Yes, I suppose so. Can I ask you how you came to be a Kates girl? Do you apply, or what?"

Angela looked at him wide-eyed. She truly was gorgeous. Jim felt mild stirrings.

"Invitation only. You get approached."

"And then?"

"Well, if you say 'Yes' you are admitted 'on trial'."

"What does that mean?"

"Oh, this and that."

Pause.

"So you said 'Yes'?"

"Yes!"

"May I ask why?"

Again that look, such innocence!

"You'd know, if you were a girl who looks like me," Angela said, darkly.

"To me you are a very beautiful girl," Jim said. "You could have any guy you want."

"Well that's the point, you see. I know I'm good looking. People have been telling me that --- ad nauseum – for years. It's nice to know, but it has its problems."

"Like?"

"Like, you get hit on by every guy you meet. Hell, the only way I could stop getting hit on would be to hook up with a linebacker..... And I don't go for big guys."

"Is this what Kates is all about, then? Girls protecting themselves from getting hit on?"

"Pretty much," Angela replied. "That's how it was explained to me. And it works. Believe me! When I first arrived here they were swarming around me. It was suffocating. Since I got to wear the brooch, not one single hit. You've no idea what a relief this is."

"I understand," said Jim, comprehending suddenly. It made sense.

"But it has a downside," Angela said.

"Which would be?"

"I'd rather not talk about it, if you don't mind."

"No! Not at all."

Pause.

"Well, for one thing," Angela continued, forgetting that she 'didn't want to talk about it', "the Sorority has a structure. And girls, even very attractive ones, have all sorts of tastes."

Jim remained silent, confident.

"Like, would you believe what you have to do during initiation?"

Still, Jim maintained a respectful silence.

"It's all at the whim of the Seniors, you know, the girls who have been here for two years."

"Is there more water?" Angela said, suddenly.

Jim moved hastily to replenish her glass.

"You were saying?" he said, calmly.

"Well, I shouldn't tell you, really. But you seem like a real nice guy. You won't tell a soul, will you?"

"Cross my heart," Jim replied.

"They made me masturbate in front of all of them. They wouldn't let me stop until I'd come. 'Self-discovery' they call it."




Kates Sorority



"A lot of the girls here don't like men very much. Well, I can see why. They've been through what I've been through. So there's an emphasis on self-reliance."

"You mean – er – girl on girl?" Jim said, tentatively.
"Yes, that too. I'd never done any of that stuff before, so it was quite a shock."

"I can believe you!"

"Yes."

"To get accepted here," Angela continued, 'you have to prove you are self-reliant."

"Which means?"

"Well, you have to try things. You can say 'I don't like this', but then they say – the seniors, that is --- 'How do you know, if you haven't tried it?'."

"But don't get me wrong, most of them are really nice girls. It's just the odd few, well.... I'm sure you can imagine."

Jim couldn't. But he said nothing.

"Anyway, I got through all that. I got my brooch. So now I'm set."

She said it without enthusiasm.

"Let me guess," Jim said. "This is the first time you've participated in an 'Event', right?"

"Is it that obvious?"

"No. Just a guess."

"Well it's true. You have to get through two before you're allowed to put your name on the list."

"List?"

"The list of girls who want a partner – sex with a guy."

"Hell, I like sex," she continued. "But this ... it's so ...?"

"Artificial?"

"Contrived, I'd say. Now if all the guys were like you...."

She stopped herself.

"I shouldn't be talking like this," she said. "If anyone found out..."

"They won't. I haven't heard a word. Promise."

"You seem like a real nice guy. I hope you make it. I'll be first on your list!"

"That I will truly look forward to."

Pause.

"I probably should be going," Angela said, reluctantly. "It's been great chatting. And listen, if anyone asks, we had a great fuck. That's what I'll say, anyway."

"One day, maybe," Jim said, entirely honestly.

"Hopefully," Angela replied, mussing up her hair. 

"Bye."

"Au revoir."

Chapter 6

"Hi! I'm Pat."

"And I'm Ginger."

"And I'm Samantha."

Stupendous all three. The girls formed a semi-circle around him, two beside, one between his legs. She began work on his cock, which soon showed signs of life. The other two guided Jim's hands to various parts of their anatomy, breasts, thighs, then to business, between their legs. After a while, the girls switched, clockwise and after two rounds of hard sucking and massaging, Jim's cock was pronounced restored to full erection. 

Pat straddled him, but with her back to him. Fully impaled, she leaned backwards so her head rested on his shoulder. Instinctively, Jim's hands reached for her breasts, which he fondled and squeezed. Ginger knelt between his legs and he felt her tongue on his balls, then the base of his cock – the bit that was not inside Pat – then the tongue moved higher. Pat's body began to twitch and she uttered soft moans. Ginger's tongue was working her clit hood.

Meanwhile, Samantha stood on the couch and, placing one leg its back, lowered herself so that Jim could lick whichever part of her pussy she presented to him. 

Not exactly Jim's fantasy of 'doing it' with three delectable females. But the girls seemed to be enjoying themselves and Pat's wriggles, though not particularly stimulating, kept his cock stiff. 

Pat came suddenly, her body twitching wildly. A loud hiss escaped from her lips. The air felt cold on his cock as it emerged from Pat's vagina. A hand, presumably Ginger's grasped it and massaged vigorously for a while. Then she turned and mounted him, driving down hard so she was fully impaled, before falling back, her head on Jim's shoulder. Samantha took her place between Jim's knees, her tongue grazed Jim's balls, and moved upwards. Ginger's pleasure registered as sighs, grunts and moans. She clasped her hands around Jim's, encouraging firmer squeezing of her breasts.

Pat sat to one side, watching, stroking herself. 

As the foursome evolved, Jim's feeling that this was no foursome but really a threesome increased. His cock was nothing but a 'live dildo', which the girls used to help bring each other off. He was part of the action, but an inactive part.

He found his thoughts returning more and more to Angela. It would not be like this with her. Give and receive. He formed a mental image of her heart shaped face with its high cheekbones and soooo blue eyes and imagined himself slow-fucking her, stroking her, kissing deeply, feeling her desire. Ginger's breasts, her cunt, became Angela's. He wanted her, like he had never wanted a girl before in his life.

The three girls all returned for 'seconds' and Jim's cock held throughout. He felt no desire to ejaculate, presumably because of the massive load he'd delivered into Janet. And memory of the stimulation he had undergone prior to this – most prominently from Mandy – kept his dick hard. Or maybe it was thoughts of being with Angela, just the two of them. All night. It had to be. It was pre-ordained.........

"Hi! I'm Sandra."

"And I'm Vanda."

"She likes to watch while I suck your cock," Sandra said. 

Vanda settled on the couch and spread her legs. Sandra fetched a cushion, knelt on it and took the tip of Jim's cock into her mouth.

"Hang onto it, big fella," she said. "This could take a while."

It did..........

"Hi! I'm Linda."

"Jim."

"Yeah. I know. I'm afraid I'm not very adventurous. How would you feel about a hard fuck, Jim? The old-fashioned way?"

......

Chapter 7

Jim was truly amazed when the door opened and Matron appeared. What!? 24 hours already? The time had flown by. And he'd come only three times? He could scarcely believe it.

"Well, young man. You seem to be alive still. The girls didn't eat you to death."

Matron seemed to think this was funny.

His exit, as surreptitious as his entry, was equally ignominious. 

"So, did I make it?" he'd asked.

"Make what?"

"Stud of the week, or whatever you call it."

"Oh my goodness, it's far too early to tell. We have to wait for the judgment of the girls."

"When will I know?"

"Who knows?"

"How will I know?"

"You'll be contacted."

"Will I know if I didn't make it?"

"Well of course." Matron made the question seem stupid. "If no-one contacts you."

Jim slunk away from Kates in the dark, his tail truly between his legs. Only later would he say to himself 'Hell, I gave it my best shot'. Indeed, it still seemed to him miraculous that he'd 'seen' girls continuously for 24 hours – though he came to understand that with the possible exceptions of Melissa and Angela, 'serviced' was a more appropriate word. The girls had used him as a plaything, an aide d'orgasme. Even the few times he'd come, it seemed the girl had sought this as eagerly and actively as he had. 

Melissa had been right when she said the girls had all sorts of tastes, and got off in all sorts of ways. In this respect, Jim's night at Kates had been truly a learning experience. If that was all, he comforted himself, it was an element of his education that few guys enjoyed. 

But the comfort was brief, broken by thoughts of Angela -- of possibly never seeing her 'that way'. Desire for her drove him nuts.

The next week was agony for Jim. His work suffered. His profs noticed the fall off in performance, but it was not their job to ask questions, merely to pass judgment. If they drew the correct conclusion, it would make no difference. Jim would not be the first promising student to 'lose it' because he'd fallen in love with a girl.

Ten days after the 'Event', Jim was walking across the campus from dorm to lab, as usual. He was trying to focus on his assignment, but Angela would keep intruding. 'How long was this going on?' he wondered. He recognized the fall-off in his performance. His concentration was shot. If this continued for long, his post-graduate program would be threatened. He'd long since given up waiting to be 'contacted'. It could not take them this long, he thought. Nevertheless, Angela had gotten into his mind. He tried to cast her aside, but kept on failing. 

So it came as a surprise to him when he heard the voice.

"Hi, Jim!"

He turned on his heel.

"Congratulations!" Melissa said. "You made it."

Relief flooded through him. Never had he felt anything like this. He struggled to suppress a heart that seemed to want to leap out of his chest.

"So what happens now?" he asked, simulating calm.

"Here's your instructions," Melissa said, holding out an envelope. "I'm just the messenger girl."

She smiled. 

How could she know that Jim was thinking only of Angela? She'd be at the top of his list, she'd said.

Eagerly, Jim took the envelope and made as though to open it. Melissa laid a hand on his arm.

"Not now. Later, and in private. And of course, for your eyes only."

"Guard it with my life," he said.

"You'd better!" She was smiling as she said it. But Jim knew what lay behind that smile.

She left Jim to admire from behind the seductive walk that marked a Kates girl.

Of course, the day was shot. Depression had turned into an even more distracting elation. Jim tried to concentrate on class, but the envelope, folded and secreted in the back pocket of his jeans was burning a hole in them.

At lunchtime he positively raced back to the dorm, locked himself in his room and ripped open the envelope. There was a single sheet of paper inside on which was written:

"Send an e-mail to the address below. Give your name, include the code-word 'Goddess' and list the names of six of the girls you saw."

Hastily, he flipped open his laptop, waited impatiently while it loaded, then used his gmail address to send the mail. 6 girls? Easy. Angela first, of course, Melissa, Sue, Mandy, Janet.... He struggled for a sixth. There had been so many, and he had to be sure. Samantha, he wrote finally. An unusual name. He was sure. Thank God they hadn't asked for seven!

Off went the mail. Jim made himself a coffee, keeping one eye on the screen. Which stared back at him sullenly.

After an hour, he gave up and raced to make his lab class. At least he'd show up, even if the state of his emotions was hardly conducive to the design and build of a circuit element you could barely see through the microscope. Required a steady hand and a focused brain. 

Jim's brain was focused all right. But on Angela's face, her long blonde hair, and her slender legs and pure white thighs. He'd even caught a brief glimpse of her pussy as she tucked her legs under her and smoothed out the short skirt. As he squinted into the microscope, those full, succulent pussy lips gleamed back at him. He imagined taking them in his mouth, sucking gently, opening them out......... Agony, at imminent ecstasy.

It was not unusual for him to closet himself away in his room, and the few friends he had in the dorm assumed the usual reason. He had lost himself in an assignment. The 'Jim' who sat before his laptop, gmail open, staring at a screen that remained obstinately blank and chewing his nails, this 'Jim' they would not have recognized.

At 10pm the coveted black line appeared. Eagerly, Jim opened the mail. It said;

'gmail is not secure. Create a new mail address and resend your previous mail. Use the new address only for this correspondence. Erase this gmail conversation."

Jim cursed. Why were they messing him about? Gmail was fine. Angrily, he brought up yahoo, tried to create a new account in the name James.Bond69, found this was taken, tried 96, which was also taken. Bond.James133 was offered as an alternative. Ok, so he would be the 133rd Bond.James!

Off went the mail. The waiting began again. But this time, the reply was almost immediate.

'Indicate availability for your next visit.'

Hastily, he shot off the reply,

'Whenever.'

And back came, by return,

'Tuesday 10pm. – Wednesday 6am. You will receive further instructions on Monday. Please confirm.'

'Confirm Tuesday 10pm – Wednesday 6am,' Jim typed and hit send.

It was Thursday. Jim cursed again. And a weekend between. Still, 8 hours alone with Angela. Worth the wait!

Chapter 8

Monday arrived, and Jim skipped class. He monitored his Bond.James mail continuously before giving up at 3pm and heading for the gym to work out. He had to do something to distract himself. 

Jim usually masturbated five or six times a week. Since the 'Event', however, he had kept his hand off it, at first because he felt no urge. His complement of hormones, it would seem, was used up. The beasts came back in a hurry following his encounter with Melissa, but Jim was strict with himself. He'd hold it in, ready for 8 hours with Angela, even as he rehearsed in his mind how those hours would evolve -- kissing, mutual stroking, caressing her pussy with his fingers, then his tongue and lips, listening for the signs, taking her over the top -- orgasm number 1. Then he'd enter her right away and slow fuck her until she was ready to come again, and he was ready too. She'd cling to him, crying out in his ear as they collapsed in mutual ecstasy........

The mail zapped in at 10pm precisely. He opened it eagerly.

'Tuesday 9.50 be at the large oak tree on the road behind the building. You will receive further instructions there. The code word is 'BondJames'.'

That was it.

'Cheez!' Jim thought. 'Like some kind of spying mission.'

Tuesday morning, after a restless night, he skipped class again and reconnoitered, keeping well clear of Kates so he would not be seen. There was indeed a narrow road behind the Sorority. Used mostly by cyclists who lived off-campus. And the oak tree was unmistakable. It was probably older than the campus. He peered through the trees. Kates must be back there somewhere. The building was not in sight. He was about to enter the wood when he caught himself. If he was seen? Bad idea.

Trying to appear casual, he retraced his steps. By 9.50 it would be dark. The road would be lit, but dimly. Jim satisfied himself that he could find the oak tree in the dim light, and retraced his steps, timing the journey back to his dorm. 15 minutes the long way around, the way he would take.

Back in his room he found that desire was now mixed with anxiety. As the clock ticked the minutes away, so monstrously slowly, the latter feeling began to dominate. The 'cloak and dagger' aspect stilled his desire, even for Angela.

At 9pm he was dressed. Jeans, shirt, light jacket laid on the bed, ready. He'd solved the problem of leaving the dorm unobserved. Easy. His room was on the ground floor. It was a short drop from the window, trees on either side. If he was seen the natural assumption would be made. Jim had gotten lucky and didn't want it spread around! Which happened to be nothing but the truth.

He arrived at the oak tree at 9.45. No-one had seen him except a solitary female cyclist who kept her distance and pedaled by as fast as she could. There had been the odd 'incident' on campus and Jim could not blame the girl for being cautious.

The trunk of the tree shielded him from the road. He leant against it, his heart pounding. And waited.

His eye caught sight of a light in the wood. Was it beckoning to him? Checking that the road was clear, he left the cover of the oak, and stepped into a thicket of smaller trees and bushes, following the light. Which maintained its distance. Watching his step, Jim followed, ten, twenty paces. The light had disappeared. Another pace, towards where it had been, and Jim made out a building, an outhouse, woodshed – something like that. Its door was ajar and a strip of light showed. Stumbling against a branch that did not give, Jim regained his balance and arrived at the door. Cautiously, he pushed it open. 

A woodshed. He was supposed to spend a night with Angela in a woodshed?

Then he noticed the trap door and a flight of stairs leading down. He called out in a hoarse whisper 'Anyone around?'. No answer. Ok, so he was supposed to descend the stairs. They were of stone, and uneven. It felt creepy. At their base was a tunnel. Lights placed at intervals guided him as he made his way along it. He heard the trap door behind him fall into place. A moment of fright. No way now but forwards. 

Another flight of stairs, upwards this time, brought him to an old wooden door. It was closed. He pushed. It did not give. He knocked.

"Codeword, please," came a muffled voice from the other side.

"JamesBond... I mean, BondJames," Jim said, clearing his throat.

The door creaked open. Jim stepped forwards, tripped over the bottom of the door, that wasn't door, and entered Kates headfirst.

"Should have warned you about that," said the Matron as Jim picked himself up. He was sure she was chuckling away to herself, even though no sign of this appeared on her face. I mean..... Headfirst!

"Welcome," the Matron said, as Jim dusted himself, unnecessarily. He'd fallen onto a thick pile carpet.

"Thank you! That's quite an elaborate...er..."

"Yes. Quite convenient don't you think. Who knows who built it, and why. No matter. It serves its purpose. I can imagine it's a bit unnerving first time."

"It is," Jim admitted.

"Well, you made it ok. Next time it'll be easy. Let's get you to your room."

"Oh, by the way," she continued, as Jim followed her along the corridor, "I'm Jane. The girls all call me 'Matron', but I hate that. I think sometimes that's why they do it."

"Here's your room," Jane said, throwing open the door. They both entered. The door closed behind them.

"I think you'll find everything here you're likely to need. There's whips and ties and things in those drawers in case you're into that kind of thing. Most of the girls aren't, but there's the odd few who like a spot of S&M. And there's a few more," she added darkly, "who could do with a good whipping, let me tell you that!"

There was a twinkle in her eye as she spoke. 

"Not my thing," Jim said.

"No! I didn't think so. But it's sometimes hard to tell with the strong and silent ones."

"Is that what I am?"

"In a way. You seemed so, last time we met. You were a bit tentative. Not like some, bragging and strutting. The girls are very careful who they invite, but they don't always get it right."

"Well I'm glad I made it."

"Yes. So am I. I think you'll enjoy it here. As 'stud of the month' – sorry, I know you don't like the terminology – you are entitled to a weekly visit. I hope you will make use of it."

"Absolutely," Jim said, with emphasis.

"Is this a good time for you? I mean, on a regular basis?"

"As good as any."

"Would it be all right if we enter this as a regular date? It's better if you do this because then we can keep a room free for you. The demand, if you will, exceeds the supply by a wide margin. If you leave it ad hoc there's always a danger you may have to miss a week, or perhaps two. Kates has been going for at least ten years, and many gentlemen remain in the area, or revisit after they have graduated. So you can imagine... I do hate disappointing people, but these days it's more often than not."

"Sure," Jim replied. "Let's make it regular." 

"So we'll expect you every Tuesday at this time. You know how to get in. The door to the woodshed and the trapdoor will be open for you every Tuesday from 9.50 until 10.00. The codeword remains the same. Now you must warn us well in advance if you can't make an appointment."

"Sure," Jim repeated. "I surely will." 

"Please be quite sure. One missed appointment, and you will be banned."

"I understand," Jim said.

"And of course, if no girl has signed up for you, you will be informed. So check your James Bond e-mail every Monday -- I thought that was so cute, by the way. James Bond." Jane chuckled to herself.

"Judging from what's reached my ears," she continued, in a confidential tone, "I think the girls will be signing for Tuesdays for quite some time to come. But you never know. Girls can be fickle."

Jim remained respectfully silent.




Kates Sorority



"Well, that's quite enough from me. Oh, one last remark. We don't encourage alcohol consumption at Kates, but for such occasions we do provide a mini-bar."

Jane pointed.

"I have to confess, I myself enjoy a hearty noggin after a good fuck."

Jim tried to imagine Jane's portly figure and advanced years in the context of 'a good fuck', but gave up. She had said it! She really had. Who knew?

"I'll leave you now and wish you a great night."

"I'm sure it will be," Jim said to the back of the door.

Alone, Jim collected himself. He consigned to the back of his head the oak tree, the light in the wood, the woodshed, the trapdoor, the tunnel and dear old Jane herself. His heart had ceased pounding. He was where he wanted to be, waiting for the delectable Angela to appear, preface to the night of his life.

As he shed his clothes, he glanced around the room. A large bed, an overstuffed chair in the corner. And that door led to.... the bathroom.

Naked, Jim lay on the bed and began to stroke his cock. He wanted to demonstrate his desire, for Angela, wanted to see the look on her face when she entered the room and found him lying there, waiting, his cock stiff as a flagpole. However, the damn thing remained stubbornly limp. Must be the newness of it all, Jim thought. No matter, once she was there with him, unbuttoning her blouse, shedding her skirt, life would appear. He was sure of it.

The door swung open. A slender figure clad in the ubiquitous white blouse and short skirt entered the room and closed the door behind her.

"Hi!" said Sue, as she unfastened her blouse and let her skirt slide to the floor.

"Great to see you again."

She giggled.

Chapter 9

"Er...And you!" Jim said, manfully covering up his dismay.

"You like my body?" Sue said, adopting a provocative pose, her breasts thrust forward, their nipples bristle stiff, her hips to one side.

"Ohyes," Jim said. He did not lie. Sue naked was enough to raise the pollen to fever pitch in any guy – at least, any guy who had not been expecting Angela.

"On your own tonight?" Jim said, as Sue approached the bed.

"You mean Mandy? Yeah. We split."

"I'm sorry to hear that."

"Don't be. She was getting too possessive anyway. And that session with you finished it off. Imagine, jealous because I came harder with you than I do with her."

"Cheez!"

"Yeah. Dumb, ainit... Anyway, enough chat. I'm horny as a bitch in heat. Been friggin' off all day." 

She giggled again.

"Didn't come, mind you. Saved it all for tonight."

Sue's hand was already on his cock.

"Look's like you need a little help here," she said, as her mouth closed around him and she began to suck voraciously.

Gradually, life emerged.

"Finger-fuck me," she said, arranging her body so he could. "Three fingers. You remember. Let's see who comes first."

Sue had not lied. She was drooling wet. Three fingers soon became four, then the thumb underneath. Gradually, Jim felt his entire fist drawn into Sue's cavity.

"Yes, yes. Do it. Do it. Harder. Harder!"

Jim drove his fist into her as hard as he could. Still she was pushing back.

"Faster, faster...Agh!....Yes. Yes! "

Jim's cock was still not quite erect when Sue exploded in a massive orgasm. Her entire body shook and shook, and kept on shaking as she flopped over on her back, parted her thighs as wide as she could and panted,

"Again, again. Just like that."

On his knees, Jim rammed his hand in and out of her, then made a fist and fucked her, withdrawing and practically punching into her.

"More. Harder, harder, faster....Agh....Ugghhh....UUGGGHHHH"

"Aaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrgggggggggggghhhhhhhhhh!"

Still, Sue was not done.

"More, more....."

Jim's arm was becoming tired, but the sight of Sue's white body, quivering in every sinew, her breasts bobbing back and forth, her rib cage standing out sharply as she arched her back receiving his thrusts, drove him on.

A slim slip of a girl could take this?

Sue came again, and again. Juice flooded out of her and spread in a pool on the bedcover. 

Jim kept thrusting into her without pause, as orgasm followed orgasm, until her cries grew weaker, until she ceased pushing back. 

Gradually, he reduced the pressure, even as she moaned,

"More, more..."

His fist was still embedded in her cunt when she became still.

Jim withdrew, and began to stroke the inner-sides of her pussy lips, occasionally letting his finger brush her clit. This made her body jolt. But her eyes remained closed. 

She lay on her back. Her arms and legs made a star, whose focus gleamed up at Jim as he crossed to the bathroom, washed his hands, then opened the minibar.

When Sue came to, Jim was sitting by her side propped up on pillows, well into his second beer.

She eyed him, seeming unsure where she was. Memory flooded back. With difficulty, she wriggled back so her own head joined Jim's on the pillows.

He held out his beer.

She grabbed it eagerly.

Jim left the bed for a moment and fetched a fresh beer.

When he returned, Sue said,

"That was the best ever. The very best ever."

"I guess you were ready."

"Ohyes! But I usually am. 'Horny bitch', Mandy used to call me. She fisted me all the time, but never, I mean really, never like that."

"I'm glad you're satisfied."

"Oh much more than that. I knew you'd be good, well great actually."

"I'm flattered."

"Not flattery. Other guys have fist-fucked me – well, I'm sure you realize that. But they always run out of steam. Or get bored and want their piece of the action. Same with Mandy. No-one's ever taken me to the end before. Honest."

Jim was silent. What was to say?

"Some even say I'm a freak. Abnormal. But you don't think that, do you?"

Sue looked up at him.

"Hell No! Whatever gets you off. I got a charge out of watching your reactions."

Which was not a lie, Jim realized as he spoke the words. Maybe that was his thing, after all. Getting girls off.

"Well don't think you're going to get away with it," Sue said, a cheeky look on her face. "I can give as good as I get. You wait."

Twenty minutes later, seemingly fully recovered, Sue was proving it. Jim sat in the overstuffed chair, his legs parted wide, his cock raging erect. He was so close. But Sue was monitoring his reactions closely. She knelt on a pillow between his thighs and teased his cock with everything she had, fingers, nails, lips, tongue, teeth. Jim groaned, moaned and uttered expletives. His head went back, but Sue was careful not to bring him to the boil. 

It was different for men, she knew. They didn't get multiple orgasms. So she used her art to concentrate on one – and to make that a monster.

Sue rocked back on her heels allowing Jim's cock to fall back against his stomach. She rose to her feet and knelt on the chair straddling Jim, arranging her position so it was comfortable. A hand went down, two fingers oriented the throbbing member and guided it to the opening of her vagina. Slowly, very slowly she lowered herself until the full length was inside her, still throbbing. She held position for several minutes, neither rising nor falling, neither rocking to nor fro, before bending forward so her taught nipples grazed Jim's chest. Their mouth's joined.

Impaled on Jim's cock, Sue remained stationary. All that moved was her tongue, which explored Jim's mouth, as his did hers. 

Gradually, Jim's erection began to soften. Sue felt it inside her. And rocked to and fro gently, contracting her vaginal walls until erection was reinstated. Then she stopped and waited. She held him inside her so long, on the brink, that Rob's body began to shake. Who knows what expletives would have escaped his lips if Sue's tongue were not deep inside his mouth.

When she withdrew, it was with the utmost care. 

Back kneeling on the pillow, she eyed Jim slyly.

"You like?"

"You ask?" he managed, as Sue nails scraped the underside of his penis.

"I want you to come inside me," she said. "But not yet!"

Her mouth slid over the tip of his cock and she began to fellate him, slowly, gently, bringing him again to the brink. Then she withdrew and, lowering her head, began to suck on balls she had been massaging until they loosened in their sac.......

For his part, Jim could not believe what was happening to him. Two weeks of abstinence and hours of expert stimulation had created a magma pool so huge it was scarcely conceivable that it could be restrained. Such was Sue's art that it was. As she worked his cock, Jim floated somewhere above cloud 9, his entire being reduced to the fire in his cock, the dull ache in his balls.

The third time she steered his cock into her vagina, Sue did not bend forward. Her nipples did not graze Jim's chest and their lips did not join. She remained upright, sitting on him. Then she began to move to and fro. Her own head went back. Her fingers squeezed her nipples.

And the magma pool inside Jim found its vent. His seed shot up into Sue's vagina in one huge spurt, and kept on flowing and flowing. His body shook uncontrollably, his chest heaved. Massive exhalations of breath escaped from between his lips along with a string of expletives of a kind that cannot be reproduced in mere text.

For several minutes, a well built, highly intelligent male was reduced to a quivering, helpless wretch, slave to the slating of his passion.

Their eyes met. Hers said 'Well?' His said, 'And how!'

They went together to the bathroom, arms around each other. Sue used the toilet first, then made way for Jim and sat on the bidet, directing the water onto her vagina and dipping a finger or two inside her to assist in the expulsion of Jim's semen.

"I reckon, a pint?" she said, giggling.

"Oh, at least," Jim replied. "Felt like a gallon."

Back in the bedroom, they kissed passionately. Sue pressed her body hard against Jim's and a desire for her deep inside him made him feel suddenly guilty. Where was Angela in his thoughts? She was nowhere. Only Sue. Even her giggles, which formerly had sounded silly, rang his bell. 

'Is that what it was?' he thought. 'The woman you come in?'

It had always been a problem for Jim. He thought too much about why things were as they were, rather than accepting. Makes for a good scientist, but a lousy lover. Or maybe not. He was beginning to believe in himself, the whole man, not than just an intellect.

"I think there's a bottle of champagne in the minibar," Sue said. "Shall we?"

"Absolutely."

They sat side by side, propped up on pillows and drank to the best orgasms either had ever experienced.

"Don't you ever regret," Jim said, unthinking, "that you're not on the outside. I mean, I feel I could make love with you for weeks without ever tiring."

"That's what they all say," Sue reflected. Then,

"Sorry. I didn't mean it to come out like that."

"It's ok," Jim said, "I understand."

"I don't think you do, Jim," Sue continued. "If we tried that, we'd get up each other's nose so fast you wouldn't believe."

Pause. Jim digested what Sue had said. She was probably right.

"You mean... It's better this way?" he said.

"Yes. No complications. It's sex. Great, great sex, but that's what it is. It's what you want and expect. And it's what I want and expect. We should be content with what we have."

Jim fell silent. He had not thought of Sue as in any sense 'deep'. But what she said coincided with his limited experience. Why did he not have a girlfriend, after all? 

"Hey, listen," Sue said, in a different tone. "We shouldn't be talking like this. I don't know about you, but I'm not done. I want to feel your teeth around my clit. Ohshit," she added, "look at the time."

A minute later, she sat in the overstuffed chair, her thighs splayed. Jim knelt on the pillow. He lowered his head .....................

Chapter 10

Jim lay on the bed in his room, a potpourri of feelings and impressions filling his mind. He had left this room believing he was in love with Angela. He returned convinced he was in love with Sue. He was one confused puppy.

One thing was for sure. He would never again experience a night's sex such as this. When he'd brought her off, Sue came right back on him and they spent the remainder of the time slow fucking, he on-top, she on-top. Not striving for orgasm, just enjoying each others' bodies and the sensations of a cock and a cunt, joined in harmony. They kissed passionately and stroked each other tenderly.

It hurt when she left.

Was it always going to be like this?

Jim laughed to himself at the irony of it. He'd earned the right to one night per week – a full 8 hours – of sex with a Kates girl who wanted actively to have 'uncomplicated' sex with him. The class of the campus! Which guy would not give his right arm for this?

Jim thought about his friends, and guys he knew casually, some of whom habitually bragged about their 'conquests'. Maybe those guys, the machos, would go along with this arrangement without ruminating, without having troubling thoughts, without thinking. Lead with your dick! Thinking is for 'softies'.

Such guys would not get the opportunity that had been granted to Jim. Naïve he may be, he'd learned enough to know that Kates girls did not respond positively to 'machos'. 'Stud' had indeed a very different meaning to them than common parlance would suggest.

Jim did not consider himself to be a 'softie'. But maybe that is what he was. He had enjoyed 'fisting' Sue because of her reaction. She wanted it. She enjoyed it. It gave her pleasure. He could not even contemplate fisting a girl unless she indicated actively that this is what she wanted.

He gave up. It was his problem. He thought too much. In fact, thoughts had already begun to form about next Tuesday. Who would appear in the room? Angela had said 'I'll be top of the list." Who knows, maybe she had been. But if so, she'd been overlooked. Who decided? He'd wanted to ask Sue, but the opportunity had not presented itself. Anyway, how could he ask such a question without ruining his night with Sue. 'What, you wanted someone else?' He shuddered.

Missing two night's sleep, a troubled Jim lumbered off to class. Worry about next Tuesday next Tuesday, not before, he tried to convince himself, unsuccessfully............

"Hi!"

"Hallo."

"I tried last week, but got beat to it."

"Well, we're here now er... er.."

"Amy. Surely you remember?"

"Of course," Jim lied. "Forgive me. I'm really bad with names."

"I suppose it was a bit confusing," Amy said, slipping the blouse off her shoulders.

"Namewise, Yes!" Jim said gallantly, his eyes affixed on breasts of pure ivory.

"I know. Names are one thing, tits are another." She bobbled them up and down purposefully.

"Absolutely," Jim responded. "I mean.."

Her laugh interrupted him. Her skirt had fluttered to the ground revealing a mound of Venus also of pure ivory.

"..Who could forget," Jim said, his eyes roaming uncontrollably.

"Of course, in those circumstances, one can't give free expression, can one,"

Amy said.

"Quite. It is a bit .. er.. contrived."

"Do you like my body?" Amy said, making no attempt to join Jim on the bed.

"Are you kidding?" he replied, in unfeigned admiration. "It's fantabulous!"

"Does it make you hot?"

"Absolutely!"

" So you won't mind indulging me a bit? I love to show off to guys, watch them jerking off. Would you mind?"

Cheez! It seemed to Jim that Amy was rather older than other Kates girls. But the light was low. Maybe it was his imagination. However, what he'd said about her body was no lie. How could he forget?

"Maybe if you sit...?"

Amy was pointing to the overstuffed chair.

An hour later, Jim's sturdy right hand was feeling the strain. And the sap was threatening to rise any minute.

Amy stood before him, stroking her breasts, tweaking her nipples, stretching this way and that.... She was Aphrodite, pure. She said, suddenly,

"Let's swap places."

Amy/Aphrodite settled in the overstuffed chair. Eyeing Jim coquettishly, she slowly spread her thighs until her legs hooked around the arms of the chair. Jim's gaze fixed on perfect petals, parted.

"You like my pussy?"

"It's perfect. Just like the rest of you."

Jim's hand was at work again.

"I like to jerk off too," Amy said, lowering her right hand and parting the petals further. "You like to watch?"

"Absolutely," Jim said.

Slender fingers began to stroke pink pussy lips, spreading them out. Amy doused her fingers from time to time in saliva, returned them to her pussy and stroked slowly, up, down and around. Her eyes were fixed on Jim's cock, and he found himself showing this off. His hand fell to his side and he let his cock bob up and down. The second time he did this Amy said,

"I like that. It turns me on. Stand sideways and do it again."

Stand sideways? Cheez!

But he did as she asked.

"Now that's erotic. That's really erotic. Keep on doing that."

Jim did his best, massaging hard for a few minutes, then letting his cock bob free. 

"I often masturbate," Amy said. "Usually with my eyes closed, imagining. It's nice like this too."

"I'm glad you're enjoying it. Is there anything else you like to do?" Jim asked. He was getting impatient.

"Of course. Surely you remember?"

"Oh sure," Jim lied. "Just let me know when you're ready to move on."

"Will do. I'm enjoying this so much though."

He kept glancing her way, never without thrilling at the sight of such a gorgeous girl stimulating herself, but also never without the urge to plunge his cock into that increasingly juicy cunt and pump into her until he came.

"I suppose you need to come," she said, suddenly.

"Well.. er... Yes, and No," Jim replied. "That is, if you're ready, Yes!" he added, hastily. Aphrodite or no, he was beginning to feel silly.

"I takes me forever," Amy said. "And I only ever come once. So if you feel like it, come for me. I love watching guys shoot off."

Jim found his balls.

"To be honest," he said, "watching you stroke your pussy makes me want to fuck you."

"You mean, you want to come.... inside me?"

"Sure. I mean...?"

"Ok. We can do that."

"You mean it?'

"Sure." She spread her pussy lips wide, invitingly. "I was wondering when you were going to get around to it."

Bliss! Amy's vagina was tight, but well lubricated. Jim's hands rested on the back of the chair, his feet were on the ground. Their only points of contact were cock in cunt, and eye on eye. 'I want to see your pleasure,' hers said. 'Your cunt is as divine as the rest of you,' his said.

Jim's cock slid in and out of her as slowly as he could manage. Two hours had built up quite a load, but he could surely hold out a while longer, long enough to get her going? Surely?

Her groin neither helped nor hindered. She did not push against him, nor recoil in displeasure. No utterance indicated arousal. Only those eyes, fixed on his.... Until he could look no longer. Head back, neck sinews taut, he remained fixed in position, semen spewing up his shaft and into her in massive spurts.

He remained deep inside her, pressing occasionally as his penis continued to erupt. When he was spent, his head went down. Eye contact. She was smiling up at him. Was that amusement? Or his imagination?

Wordlessly, he withdrew, and stood, shakily.

"You like?" he heard her say.

"But you didn't come," he heard himself reply.

"I rarely do, that way."

"But," she continued, "I do like it when a guy unloads inside me."

"And that," she continued further, "was quite a load."

"I'll get you a cloth," was all that he could think of to say.

"No need," she said. "I love to feel it ooze out of me. You can watch if you like."

Exhausted suddenly, Jim sat heavily on the bed. Amy angled her body so he could better see the swollen cavity out of which white fluid formed a pool, then dripped onto the carpet.




Kates Sorority



"You like?" she said.

"I guess so," Jim replied, his eyes fixed on that drooling cunt.

Some time later they lay on the bed side by side. Jim was drinking a beer, Amy white wine from a glass.

"You really don't remember, do you," she said.

"To be quite honest, Amy, No! I'd be lying to you if I said anything else."

"Full marks for honesty. And I can understand. So many girls."

Jim wanted to say 'Don't know how I could forget a body like yours.' But he didn't. It did not seem right.

"But...well, you're here," Jim said, eventually. He was confused. 

"I know a nice guy when I see one," Amy replied. "It's not often I put my name on a list, so when I do, I usually go straight to the top."

"Is that how it works?"

"It works for me."

"There are no rules?"

"Guidelines, maybe. Seniors come first, usually, with a new guy."

"Who decides?"

"Matron, who else? She rules this place with a rod of iron, in case you hadn't noticed."

"She told me to call her Jane. Said you all call her Matron because you don't like her."

"Ha! Jane, indeed. Maybe she fancies she's Jane Fonda." Amy sniggered. "Her real name's Mildred."

"Ah!"

"And who is Kate?"

"Now that would be telling," Amy replied, ambiguously.

"You mean, there is a 'Kate'?"

She glanced at him, an amused expression on her face.

"That, too, would be telling."

Jim let it be. For a while there was silence. Amy set her glass down.

"I believe you're one up on me."

"Be only too glad to even the count. But I've been honest with you. You'll have to help me."

"Well you could start by stroking my tits and working your way down. You have such a gentle, sensitive touch."

Chapter 11

Back in his room, Jim reviewed his encounter with Amy. What a contrast! Sue had come at least ten times – well, who could count, but at least ten. She took the initiative. If he'd pushed it, she could easily have doubled the 'come count', he had no doubt about that. Their encounter had been so intense he'd left Kates thinking he was in love with her.

Amy was virtually the opposite. He was supposed to know where her hot buttons were, and did not. He was supposed to take the initiative, and did so, eventually. 

True, he did in the end get her off, but it had been one hell of a struggle. His jaw ached still! He'd come once, she'd come once. Even Steven. But even though she had been fulsome in her appreciation, he sensed he would not see her again. 

Anyway, it was not up to him. Next Tuesday he would see whoever he was ordained to see. Matron, 'Jane' or 'Mildred', would decide.

Missing another night's sleep, Jim hastened to class. He had to blank this Kates thing out of his mind, fit it in with the rest of his life, not the reverse.

But trying does not always make things work the way you want them to. Jim could not put his experiences at Kates 'in place'. They remained always in the foreground.

That evening, after staring at his latest assignment for an hour, he gave up, stripped off and lay on his bed. But sleep would not come. He could not get Kates out of his mind. In particular, he could not get Amy out of his mind. There was something odd about her. The more he thought about her, the surer he was that he she had not taken part in the 'Event'. A body like that he would never forget, even if he forgot her name. Of course, all Kates girls had bodies 'to die for', but Amy's was special. And her manner, too, was different. More measured, mature.

Yes, that was it: in bearing and in body, more womanly than girl-like.

Recognizing the inevitable, Jim rose and lumbered to his desk. His laptop fired up slowly. Maybe he'd play a game to distract himself. Maybe peace, much needed sleep then would come.

Instead, he found himself googling. 'Kate' was of course hopeless. Kates Sorority brought up entries that included either 'Kate' or 'Sorority', not both, plus the kindly message 'Did you mean Kate's Sorority'. He clicked on this. No change.

Jim tried all the keywords he could think of, switching from 'sorority' to the campus, its history. Eventually he came across an entry that seemed interesting. He knew that the campus had been endowed. One of the railroad magnates had willed it to the nation -- as an instrument for higher learning. 

Josef P. Middleton. What he had not known was that Mr. Middleton had maintained a residence on the property and that this was not included in the endowment. To whom, then, did it belong? Googling 'Josef P. Middleton' brought up a host of pages, mostly newspaper articles, the inevitable Wikipedia entry, and a slew of biographies, most of which ended up at Amazon.com.

But one did not. It was on page 3. Jim had set his google preferences to 100 per page so he'd worked quite a while before the headline caught his attention.

'Josef P. Middleton scandal.....'

The link was old, but still alive. '..... reminiscent of the Middleton scandal.'

He read on. 'Mr. Middleton, a notorious womanizer whose views on the role of women he made no attempt to disguise.....'

Something of a rake, then, Jim was thinking as his eyes scanned rapidly through the text. Then he scrolled back to the top and noted the article was from the journal 'Feminism Today'.

A thought struck him like a lightning bolt. He googled 'Kate Middleton' and struck oil! 

'Kate Middleton, sole heiress to the Middleton estate...'

'Discrimination in the workplace,' by Kate Middleton....'

The article was ten years old, and there was no doubt on which side of the divide Kate's views fell.

A thought formed in his mind. No! It could not be? He clicked furiously. A picture, any picture.... 

Eventually he found one, attached to an article in 'The New Feminist'. He stared at it. Too small. But it was downloadable. Jim right clicked, hit 'save as', brought up the image and expanded it.

He stared again. She was younger then, but there could be no mistake. Amy's face stared back at him from the screen.

Holy shit! He'd just spent a night with the mythical Kate!?

'I usually go to the top of the list.'

No bloody wonder! Suddenly, it all fell into place. Kate Middleton, granddaughter of the infamous rake Josef P., had been willed the remnants of his estate, amongst them a large house on campus. She had been, probably still was, an avid feminist. How better to revenge herself than turn a house that had probably seen an orgy or two into a haven for girls who got 'hit on' all the time – by guys whose views on women probably differed little from those of Josef P. 

Jim's heart was pounding. Hell, it was so obvious. Surely everyone knew? It did not occur to him that it had taken him three hours of persistent googling to find out. 

He could not know that Kate had done everything she could to erase her profile from the web. One article, a single likeness, she had overlooked.

And as time passed, people moved on. Everyone forgot. 'Kates Sorority' became part of the campus mythology, its origin lost in time's mist. She'd kept the name because, if there was an afterlife, Josef P. should look down and groan. 

And he, Jim Riley, a nobody, had... fucked her!? Holy mackerel!

Did she test out all the new guys? Maybe that's how it was...?

He hastened to open his Bond.James mail. Nothing. Well it would anyway be too soon.

Jim spent a second sleepless night. His mind was filled with thoughts. The tunnel? Those were different times. Then, it had been used to smuggle in girls, to minister to the gentry who helped Josef P. amass his fortune. The irony of it almost made Jim laugh. Almost! Uppermost in his mind, though, was an irrational fear. He knew what every guy on campus wanted to know. He knew there was a 'Kate', and he knew who she was. He'd even fucked her!

Chapter 12

Of course, he convinced himself time and time again throughout the week, no-one could ever know, that he knew. And, for God's sake, he was not about to tell. He scoured his Bond.James mail regularly, finding his Inbox empty. If it had been a test, he would seem to have passed.

He'd reviewed his encounter with 'Amy' in the light of this knowledge and came to some elementary conclusions. She may be a feminist, but she was not a man-hater. Perhaps at the beginning, she was 'playing' with him, simulating possibly. But as time evolved, she had become 'involved'. As long as it taken for him to get her there, her orgasm had not been feigned.

Curious, Jim thought. In the immediate aftermath, a second encounter with 'Amy' was last amongst his desires. Now, he wanted nothing more than to see her again. Not for sex. Well, not just for sex. To get to know her. She must be a fascinating person. It became an obsession.

The following Tuesday, Mandy appeared. Jim feared the worst. His fear was well founded.

An hour into a nail massage that far outstripped her performance during the 'Event', she said, looking at him directly,

"How are you on Indian mythology?"

His cock and balls on fire, Jim said, through groans and moans,

"Zilch!"

"D'you know there's a word for this," Mandy said, digging her nails into his shaft ever more vigorously.

"It's called 'unguiculation'."

"Really!" Jim panted.

"Yes. 'The use of the nails to enhance the act of love'."

"Indeed," Jim gasped. "Well it sure enhances... Cheez!... something."

"And they tell of potions and lotions that allows a guy to have 97 successive ejaculations."

"97, eh. Well, how about one, for starters?"

Mandy appeared to consider.

"Ok," she said, casually. "But hold it back 'til I get there."

She knelt on the chair straddling Jim and guided him into her. 

What bliss!

"Well that's number one," she said, as Jim's body ceased vibrating, his load delivered, his cock still stiff in Mandy's vagina.

"Just 96 to go, then," Jim managed.

At which Mandy let out a laugh.

"I like a guy with a sense of humor," she said. Then,

"How many orgasms did you have with Sue?"

"Hey, that's not fair."

"You're right. It isn't," Mandy said, squeezing her cunt walls against his cock and beginning to move again.

"It's going to give out on me," Jim said, referring to his favorite body part.

"Give it a chance," Mandy replied, sliding herself up and down his cock.

"Let's see whether unguiculation lives up to its promise. I have a feeling those ancient Indian women may have been onto something."

Her body rose and fell higher and higher, harder and harder, faster and faster.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrggghhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Still she rode him.

"Agh! Ugh! Holy shit. Yes, yes...." "AAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHH!"

Mandy collapsed forwards onto Jim's body, impaled on his still rigid cock.

"See," she said, a while later, as she disengaged.

"About those potions," Jim said. "Would beer be one, perhaps?"

She eyed him wickedly.

"Hadn't been invented, I suppose. But if you must. Remember though, I owe you one."

"What happened to the 96?" he said, amazed at his own bravado.

"You may have to take a rain check."

"I'll hold you to that," Jim said. "This 'unguiculation' --- did I get that right --- may be an acquired taste, but....!"

"Ok, big boy. Get your beer! You ain't seen nothing yet!"

Jim departed at the appointed hour, his cock on fire. Whatever names they went under, nail and tooth massage got him up when he was not, and kept him up when he was. And when Mandy rubbed JD into his raging member, he got so aroused, he grabbed her, tussled her onto the bed and fucked her until he until his cock gave out. It lasted through three ejaculations. And who knew how many times Mandy had come.

"Hey! That was great," she'd said, when she could speak. "Gotta do that again. And that's a definite!"

"Five, I reckon," Jim had replied. "92 to go?"

"It's a deal, big boy!"

It was great sex. For once, he thought no further. Exhausted, he slept all day. He'd given up on Wednesday class.

But as the week evolved, his thoughts returned to Kate aka Amy. At first, he'd thought it was purely intellectual. But he realized this was not entirely true. He wanted to get to know her as a person, but also as a man wants a woman. He would prove to her that he was a man who would expel the ghost of Josef P. from her mind. 

How stupid can a guy get?

On the following Tuesday, Angela appeared.

"I'm so sorry it's taken so long. I was first on the list every time. But I forgot. You have to do two of those .... Well you know."

It was so long, Jim had forgotten he'd been 'in love' with her. Angela was as lovely as he remembered. But so... young?

"I haven't forgotten, not for a second," she said, 'how gentlemanly you were. I so wanted to be with you. I hope you haven't...."

"No! No! Every week, I hoped it would be you," Jim half-lied. Well it was a bit true. "You told be about the 'two-thing' rule. I plain forgot."

She slid onto the bed alongside him.

"I'm afraid I'm not very experienced," she said. "Please be patient with me, and gentle."

He was. The night evolved more or less as he had originally planned it in his mind's eye, back then. When he thought he was 'in love' with her. As they kissed, he unbuttoned her blouse, stroked her breasts, found the fastener on her skirt, and turned her gently onto her back. 

Fresh from their kiss, his tongue moved down, caressing her breasts, her stomach, her inner thighs, then got into business.

Her cunt was as delectable as he had imagined.

"Oh! .... Ah! ..."

It took forever.

"Ohshit, ohshit, ohsh... Ugh! Agh! Aarrgghh! ....."

A massive exhalation of breath announced her orgasm.

Pause.

"That was....Oh!..." 

As she recovered her breath, Jim had positioned himself. His entry met with no resistance.

He lay on her, pressing her into the bed, slow fucking, his cock sliding in and out of her tight vagina. Their mouths joined.

Her vaginal walls began to contract, then vibrate. Jim fucked her through a second orgasm and onto the next..... 

Even a fresh, young vagina, tight and supple could not compete with 'unguiculation'. Jim's butt rose and fell with clockwork regularity.

"Oh! Ugh! Aaaarrrgghhhh!"

Five times, she'd come, and Jim was still going. He began to wonder, and raised himself on his hands. But her hands, grasping, drew him back.

"Don't stop," she panted. "Please, keep doing it.... Forever.....!"

Forever is a long time, and whatever her mind told her, Angela's body told a different story. Her cunt was so wet, Jim's cock slid in and out without resistance. But a young girl can only come so many times exhaustion sets in. Her cunt tells one story, her brain another. Jim sensed her brain had had enough.

Slowly, he withdrew, and though she clung to him, mouthing 'Don't stop', he did.

Returning from the mini-bar, he paused and took in the beauty of her, legs spread, arms at her sides, hair fallen to one side on the pillow. She looked every bit the angel. It appeared also that she had fallen asleep.

The sight was highly erotic. The areolas of Angela's pert breasts were still puffed, her nipples were stiff, and at the fulcrum of her so white thighs her pussy gleamed bright red, its lips spread wide.

But as Jim paused, looking down on the prone body of the gorgeous young girl he had just fucked into unconsciousness, he so wished that it was Kate he had fucked into unconsciousness. His obsession with her had only increased as the days, weeks went by.

Jim consumed two cans of beer and had emptied two small bottles of cognac into a tumbler. It tasted good. Felt almost as good on his tongue, he reflected, as the JD Mandy had massaged into his ruptured dick!

6am arrived, and Angela had still not stirred. Jim wondered whether or not to wake her, deciding eventually no. Let Jane do her job. He dressed carefully, and left the room, closing the door silently.

Chapter 12

He considered carefully. His post-graduate place was gone, that was for sure. His past performance was not enough to compensate for the fall in his grades since he'd been involved with Kates. Soon he would have to leave the campus. To do what? Jim did not know.

When he sent the mail it was with the feeling 'It's now or never'.

'I'd like to make a request', he'd mailed, using the Bond.James address.

'That would be?' came the response, a day later.

'I would like to see Amy again.'

To this mail there was no response.

The following Tuesday Jim made his way along the cycle path, turned into the woods at the oak tree and headed for the woodshed. He heard nothing, he saw nothing, especially when a sack descended on his head. There were two of them.

On the ground the boot went in. He screamed, but no sound escaped the sack. 

Eventually, his assailants desisted.

"You're not welcome here," a deep voice said. "Stay away."

Then all was silent.

Jim raised his hands, wincing, and struggled the sack off his head. He hurt, everywhere. He checked carefully for structural damage. There seemed to be none. Maybe a cracked rib? 

He remained in the wood for a while, recovering his composure. He rose, wincing again, staggered a few steps, paused, then emerged onto the road.

His gait was unsteady, but a casual passerby would make the obvious assumption. Another drunk student.

Jim made his B.Sc. but, as feared, his grades were not adequate for the post-graduate program he'd once set his heart on. He was not too disappointed. He was young, healthy. He would find his way.

Some weeks later, he sat in a diner close to the tiny apartment he'd rented after graduation. His budget was tight. But his resume was out and he was confident some company or organization would soon bite. His school, after all, had a good reputation. He'd ordered a beef dinner and was well into this when a woman appeared and slid into the booth opposite him. Strange, Jim thought. Sunglasses in a diner? And joining him with not a word.....?

"You figured it out," said the woman. "How?"

Comprehension dawned.

"Go figure," he said, curtly.

"You set those goons on me," he continued over her silence.

"I'm sorry about that," Kate said. "It wasn't my doing, believe me."

"Brunhilde?"

"Mildred has broad powers. She does tend to err on the side of caution. You broke the rules. Girls choose guys, not the other way around. That's the whole point. Usually there's a warning first, but since it was me you asked to see, I suppose Mildred felt extreme measures were required .... I am truly sorry."

"Tell that to my ribs. A miracle they weren't broken," Jim replied. 

"A mail would have been enough," he added.

"In your case, I'm sure that's true," Kate replied. "Usually it isn't. Guys can be very persistent, especially if they get hooked on a particular girl. I don't expect you to understand why a hard line from the start is the best way – the only way. We realized this ourselves only gradually. One learns from one's mistakes."

Pause.

"What I don't understand is all the secrecy. What's the problem?"

"Not easy to explain," Kate replied. "I'm sure your researches were thorough. My grandfather treated women like cattle. Objects for amusement, for him, for his business associates. My father was no better. When he drank himself to death, the estate fell into my hands. I saw it as an opportunity, not to right a wrong, because you can't do that. But at least to provide a haven for girls who are vulnerable."

"Still don't understand all the cloak and dagger stuff. Why not come out with it, in the open?"

"My grandfather also did good things. You may owe your education to him – if you received a stipend, you did. If not you, plenty do. Many are girls, and unfortunately some of these are subject to harassment to the point that they can't achieve the peace that is needed to study. The more attractive the girl, the worse it gets. Guys can't understand this – the pressure of constant hitting, baiting, wolf-whistles, sometimes even rape. Date-rape is not a figment of feminist imagination, you know. It really happens, all the time. Lots of girls quit because of all this."