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Rush Week Ch. 01

By: Krystal0690



Before we married, my wife, Renee had a reputation. She came from a small community and in those days "having a reputation" meant she was the town slut. Even today, she'll honestly admit her reputation for promiscuity was well deserved. Early into our relationship, I learned about her scandalous notoriety and could have easily gotten my fill of her sexually and moved on, but I saw what was incredible about her and doggedly pursued her to become my wife.

I was in the service when we first married and took her away from that life. "I hate to think of how my life would have gone, if it wasn't for you getting me out of that town," she has said to me on many occasions. We've been married for nearly twenty-five years, settled in a fairly large city when I returned to civilian life, have raised two responsible daughters and Renee has always been faithful to me throughout our marriage.

However, Renee has always had a strong sex drive and I've struggled to keep up. I'm five years older and perfectly satisfied with once or twice a week. I know she masturbates every day and has fantasies about younger men, the kind of men she frequently allowed to bed her in her youth. I've found lots of pornography on her computer that feature handsome twenty-something men with full erections, often fucking more mature women, that I know she uses to excite herself for a masturbation session.

Renee is a beautiful woman, with long dark brown hair, an amazingly pretty face with a strong jawline, pale flawless skin and nicely shaped breasts. She enjoys dressing to highlight her slender figure and long shapely legs, usually in black stockings and high heels. If she'd wanted to find other lovers, it would be easy for her, but Renee dedicated most of her efforts into raising our two girls and being an example of a devoted mother to them.

It was for all her efforts that I decided to reward Renee for her dedication on the week we took our youngest daughter to start college. Paige had finished her first two years at a local community college and wanted to spend her last two at an out of state university. We went with her to help her get started and decided to make a week's vacation out of the trip.

Renee and I stayed in a different nearby town to give Paige a feel of her first bit of non-parental freedom and to avoid embarrassing her from being seen with mommy and daddy. Over dinner, Renee and I discussed our new empty nest life. At one point I asked, "Do you think she's having fun? Paige seemed a bit nervous."

"Don't call her. She was doing great. I imagine she's getting fucked right now."

"What? She just got there," I said shocked at my wife's nonchalant attitude. "She doesn't know any boys there yet."

Renee laughed and took my hand. "She's young, pretty and stretching her wings. Of course the first thing she's going to do is have sex. She hasn't been a virgin for years. She's on the pill too."

"Really? I didn't know any of that."

"She'll be fine. We talk all the time and she has her head on straight. Paige is growing up and that's a part of it. Besides, look who she came from." Renee gave me a half smile to help me recover from my initial shock.

"You turned out okay Renee did better than that okay, she looked fantastic. She had a sensual maturity that had increased with the years. She was much sexier than she had been at twenty, when we married. I was often asked how I bagged a woman who must be fifteen years younger. The truth, I'd aged normally, she seemed to have stopped at around twenty-five.

"I'd like to give you something from me for being such a good wife and mother," I said wondering how receptive she'd be to the idea.

"I have all the jewelry I need." 

"No, it isn't that. I want you to pick out as many of the young men you want this week and feel the freedom to have sex with any of them." Now it was to be her turn to be shocked. I'd known she had the desire, but would never act on it herself. It was something she needed.

We discussed it for the next hour and she admitted that she daydreamed about being with much younger men. I assured her I'd be okay with her fucking as much as she wanted this week. We were away from home, why shouldn't she enjoy what she really wanted.

By the time I'd convinced her, I was hard as a fucking rock, to the point I felt like I was going to cum sitting in my chair. We rushed back to our hotel room and tore each other's clothes off. I started off by sucking on her nipples and kissed my way down to her navel. It never ceased to amaze me how trim her stomach still was. I travelled down to Renee's vagina and flicked her clitoris rapidly with my tongue. I could tell she'd cum when she grabbed my hair and pulled my face into her crotch. It was a major eruption, one of the biggest I've seen from her. She appeared more sexually charged that she'd been in years.

Renee lay back and allowed me to enter her with my erection. I tried to think of something else, other than the idea of her taking on some younger studs, but it was hard to push it completely out of my consciousness. I went no more than ten minutes and ejaculated in a torrent. Although it was a disappointment not going longer, it was one of the best orgasms I've experienced in a very long time. 

I considered making my abbreviated session up to her with my tongue, but then thought, "Why don't you start tonight?"

"Really? You're sure?"

"Whoever you pick is getting my sloppy seconds," a said with a chuckle.

We agreed to go out together and bring someone back to our room. I'd watch and maybe help out.

Renee dressed in a form fitting skirt and low cut blouse. She wore a pair of black pumps and dark stockings held by a garter belt. Her lips were red, nearly matching the color of her nails. If I'd had the ability, I'd have fucked her on the spot, but she deserved a schtuping beyond anything I could provide.

The city we were in had several large colleges and this was rush week. The bars were filled with young college students, all horny as hell and looking for some easy sex before hitting their studies the following week. We picked out a place that looked fun. It was an eclectic tavern that had bric-a-brac from the 1950s. It featured music mostly from the 1980's, but for all the kids in the place knew, it could have easily been Elvis or Chubby Checker singing "Crazy Little Thing Called Love".

We eventually secured a table and Renee went to work attracting attention. It wasn't hard. She stretched out her long sharply legs. In the stockings, she stood out among the younger women with their bare legs and flip-flops. Several men stole a gander at my wife's gorgeous gams. 

She whispered in my ear after coyly scoping her admirers, "I like the one in the black sweatshirt. It had the logo of his university; a different one than Paige was attending. 

I signaled him to join us, "Hi, I'm Tom, this is my wife Renee. Can I buy you a beer?"

He seemed nervous at first, but introduced himself as Jack. The three of us chatted. Jack's major was microbiology and he could carry on a decent conversation. Renee finally winked at me; our prearranged signal that Jack was of interest to her.

Tom was briefly explaining regulated in microbes and how they worked with genes, when I interrupted him and said, "I have a confession. I screwed up having sex with Renee tonight. Shot my wad long before she was satisfied."

Jack lost all interest in bacteria. I explained that I was done for the night, but my hot amorous wife needed something more; way more. If Jack was at all in doubt about our intentions, it was resolved when Renee began to run her hand up and down his thigh. She presented a smoldering glance to his shocked gaze. I could actually see his erection begin to swell within his jeans.

Back in our hotel room Jack stripped naked and sat on the bed. We both watched as Renee slowly unbuttoned her blouse, one button deliberately after another. I could see her young potential lover's hands shaking from his anticipation. As I sat in a chair nearby, I looked at the palm of my right hand and it too was perspiring from the excitement.

Jack's body, although he was no athlete showed the muscular sign of his early life. There was an effortless build with no fat. He was enthralled as her black lacy bra first appeared. I half wondered if he'd ever seen a real one before. At last, Renee's shirt fell to the floor. She placed one of her legs next to him on the bed and allowed him to experience the feel of her leg through the diaphanous material.

From experience, I know how smooth her legs are when encased in high-end nylons. "You should try kissing them," I suggested. His lips were soon all over my wife's legs. I think he could have spent the entire evening feasting on them alone.

Renee rose from the bed with her back toward Jack. She pointed her ass out as the skirt waist slid over her silk black panties. 

"Don't you want to rub my sweet butt?"

His hand trembled as he caressed each of her nicely formed mounds and then moved his hands to the center of her ass.

Renee turned around and leaned over to kiss Jack, as she unlatched the front clasp of her bra. Her breasts spilled out and were caught by his hands. She cooed, "Oh yes, rub them. Your hands are so smooth."

He didn't use his hands for long. Soon, her nipples were surrounded by his lips. I watched as her eyes rolled back from the pleasure of a young lover she'd only dare dream of for more than a decade. I secretly chided myself for denying her this desire due to the social conventions of marriage, for so long.

Finally, her panties came off. Renee's virginal mound is sparsely covered by a thin thatch of brown pubic hair that she keeps neatly trimmed. From experience, I knew Jack was in for a real treat when he went down on her. Renee has always practiced good hygiene and has a naturally delicious taste between her legs.

His technique is not nearly as practiced as my own, but he showed talent in his use of the tongue. Renee wiggled and betrayed another orgasm. Her first with a different partner on nearly twenty-two years. I could hear her breathing increase to deep gulps for air and then a spasm of moans.

She lay back on the bed and Jack crawled on top of her. She glanced my way, just before he entered her, almost as if asking for my permission. I nodded my approval and watched as a man I estimated to be almost exactly half her age entered her. Still in her stockings and garter, Renee's leg wrapped around his body and he began pumping away, when she writhed in the ecstasy of a fresh new cock.

I looked over at her eyes as she bumped in time with Jacks movements. At one point, I could see her expression that seemed to be thanking me for this opportunity.

Chapter 2 to follow...

Rush Week Ch. 02



The next morning I woke up next to Renee. My cock was extremely stiff; almost aching from the events of the previous night. Jack had cum after twenty minutes and then, given his youth, vigor, and horniness had managed to make himself hard again without even pulling out of Renee's pussy. He banged my wife for another forty five minutes.

When Renee woke, I asked her, "Was that too much sex for you last night?"

I had to push her to give me an honest answer. Finally, she admitted, "I wouldn't have wanted more, but it really did satisfy me. It was like being eighteen all over again."

"Could you stand another cock this morning?" I lifted the sheet to expose my raging hard-on. It was remarkably stimulating to feel myself slipping around in a pool of another man's spunk inside her. When we'd first started dating, there were a few times I realized she'd had sex with someone else only hours before. I'd forgotten how strangely alluring it was to me.

At some point during the week, I wanted to share her with some young hunk and I told her that as I fucked her. We kissed more passionately than we had in years. I came in a rush that caused me to shiver from the intensity. I only hoped I wasn't completely drained for a couple of days.

After we'd rested, showered and dressed, Renee asked me, "Would it bother you if I went on my own for the day? I'd like to find some young meat by myself."

I suppose I should have been surprised by her directness, but Renee has always been honest about her intentions. My cock was too exhausted to go again for at least a day. There were some other things I wanted to do anyway. "I'd love to imagine you fucking to your heart's content. Have fun."

She promised to fill me in on every juicy detail and we kissed like a pair of newlyweds as we each went off to our own adventures.

I'd stowed my golf clubs in the car trunk and figured I'd never get to use them, since we tended to spend most of our vacation time together. I hit the links, while Renee made preparations to hit the sheets.

Space prohibits me from detailing my day on the course, but being as relaxed as I was and thinking about my wife being screwed while I was out golfing, I had a phenomenal round. Three bogeys, two birdies and an eagle. The group I hooked up with thought I must have been an ex-pro. They bought me several rounds of drinks and pumped me for the secret of my game. They wouldn't have believed me if I'd told them the truth.

I returned to our room in the late afternoon and wasn't at all sure if I'd find Renee in bed with some young dude or dudes. We'd agreed she'd hang the do not disturb sign on the door if she didn't want me barging in on her action. Instead, she greeted me at the door alone, but very excited.

"I was just about to call you. I have a huge surprise," she said exuberantly. I could tell she was thrilled by her plans. She was also dressed in a way I'd never seen her in before. She wore a bustier that cinched at the waist and pushed her breasts up high, but showed lots of her cleavage, seamed black stockings held up by a red garter belt that was barely concealed by a tiny high waisted pleated flared mini skirt. Her finger and toe nails were painted a dark shade of crimson that nearly matched the color of her puffy lips.

Her dark brown eyes sparkled as she explained her morning. After I'd left she went out to a restaurant and managed to hook up with a group of frat boys planning their initiation of several new members.

"Now get this, they wanted to know of I'd pee into a bag, so they could dump it on one of the pledges," she said with a laugh.

"Did you do that?"

"No, of course not. I told them it was completely stupid. Instead, I suggested they find another willing MILF and have the inductees see if they can fuck and make us cum while our husbands watch."

"And they went for that?" 

"What do you think? They jumped at the chance. The hard part was finding another woman over thirty willing to take on a few handsome and horny college freshmen."

"How'd you manage that?"

"At the same place I got this outfit. Older women in a kinky lingerie shop are there for one of two reasons. It's because they want to please a man their interested in or because they're pissed off at the man their married to and want revenge. It's just a matter of reading the situation."

"You found someone that is out for retribution?"

"She's teaching her husband a lesson about not screwing his admin assistant. She's gone all scorched earth on his ass." Renee seemed delighted with herself. It surprised me how comfortable she seemed in this sluttish getup. I knew I'd better keep not screw around in the future, least she demonstrate her own vengeance.

"So, how do I fit in to this frat house cuckolder game?"

"I may have mentioned you'd been caught banging our next door neighbor's daughter, so I needed to screw a few college boys in retaliation." She started to laugh. The daughter of our neighbor was over two hundred and fifty pounds and I'm fairly certain she's a lesbian. After Renee had stopped her amusement, she said, "They don't know that Meagan isn't an anorexic sex pot." 

As I looked over at my wife, I could see her in a different light. She wasn't playing the dedicated mom this week. She was the burning hot sexy little slut I'd first fallen in love with, except she was dressed even more trampy than she'd ever dared back in those days. I could feel myself getting excited and I wanted to take her right there.

She recognized my amorous intention and rebuffed me, "Sorry, you are going to have to wait for tonight. I want you able to perform when things really get going." She winked at me and I had the feeling she hadn't told me the entire plan.

By 9 PM, we arrived at the frat house. The fraternity that I'll refer to as Alpha Beta (which is not the chapter's real name, but was once a decent supermarket) had a party going in full swing. We met up with Susan and her husband, John just outside. Susan was barely dressed at all. She was a knockout of a woman in her mid-thirties with straight long blond hair and a pair of legs most men masturbate thinking about.

"Hi, I'm Susan," she said as she shook my hand. "John here has been a bad boy and has to share his favorite toy, because he couldn't play in his own yard."

John looked slightly upset, but resigned to his penance. I couldn't resist and observed, "Whatever made you decide to screw around on her?"

John scrunched up his face and replied, "I thought I could get away with it. I was stupid."

The four of us were led into the living room and presented to the pledges. The frat house president, a kid name Phil, who looked surprisingly mature for a college senior announced, "The men you see before you, cheated on their wives." He waved his hand in front of Renee and Susan. Thundering series of catcalls and applause greeted the women. Phil pointed toward John and me. We received a loud round of boos and hisses.

"It is up to our newest members to satisfy these women with their sexual prowess and inventive techniques, in front of the very men who have wronged them."

Phil looked at the six frat pups and asked, "Unless any of you would prefer to be soaked in urine and vomit?"

No surprise, all wanted to go with the older women option.

The four of us were shown to a large bedroom that contained two queen-sized beds, a couple of desk chairs and a large bowl of condom packets sitting on a table in between the two beds. The only other items in the room were several lengths of rope and bindings.

John and I stripped down to our underwear and were tied securely to the chairs by a few of the senior Alpha Beta members. Renee and Susan removed any clothing that would prohibit access to their areas of sexual interest and were bound to the bed posts with lengths of flat leather straps. 

Phil inquired, "Would either of you ladies care for a blindfold? A few of our new members were not selected for their looks, obviously."

Renee laughed and said, "No, they all looked fine to me. Send in the clowns."

Two young men, between eighteen and twenty entered the room bare assed naked and stood in front of the bed. Phil flipped a coin and pointed at one of the frat puppies with short sandy blond hair. He called, "Tails."

"Heads." Phil pointed toward Susan and the sandy blond crawled onto the bed in-between Susan's magnificent legs, after he'd applied a condom.

She said, "I'm warmed up and ready to go at it. It comes from years of not getting any foreplay." 

I looked over at John's face and he seemed to wince at her little dig.

With that, the freshman's cock found its way inside of her dripping hole. She made a show of moaning as loudly as she possibly could. "I'll bet you wouldn't fuck around if you had something like this in your bed, would you?"

"No, ma'am," the pledge replied.

The other male, a tall slender dark haired boy, also around nineteen years old, rolled a condom over his erection and stroked my wife's pussy for several minutes as she encouraged him to enjoy her amenities. I watched as she arched her hips as his fingers explored the recesses of her elliptical vaginal opening. 

"Tom thinks I'm too old to be fuckable. He prefers a younger model," Renee said in a mocking self-pitying tone that told me she was fighting hard to repress a laugh.

Both Phil and the pledge working on Renee's pussy turned toward me and said in unison, "You're an asshole."

"Your wife is stunning, mister," Phil continued with true conviction. "She's way past your league. You're lucky to have her. You should be ashamed of yourself."

I wanted to protest. I was innocent of the charges. I'd never once been unfaithful to Renee, from the time I first laid eyes upon her. Frankly, I got more sex that I could handle anyway. I reminded myself, this was just a game and confessed, "I was wrong. I'll never do it again."

I looked over to see that Susan was having an orgasm and her shouts rang throughout the room. The entire frat house would be well aware she'd cum. The sandy blond boy was now a full-fledged Alpha Beta man. He came soon after and then after standing, removed his rubber and dropped it at the John's feet.

Susan said, "See, that spunk could have gone inside me, but at least the guys I'm fucking use protection."

John closed his eyes and shook his head. His punishment was clearly taking its toll on him. I hoped he'd learn from this experience. Susan looked ever more desirable after having her first round of intercourse.

Renee was the next participant to cum. Although not as dramatic in her big O announcement, she let it be known she'd initiated the newest member of Alpha Beta.

Over the course of the next hour, each woman enjoyed two of the pledges apiece. All managed to bring the woman to an at least well faked climax. 

At one point during the proceeding, Susan asked that the binding around her right arm be released. She raised her hand and presented her husband with her middle finger as the final pledge was entering her cunt. "This is for thinking, I wouldn't take your screwing around behind my back without laying down. Keep in mind, I can get more of these kind of fuckers, anytime I want."

I turned to John and said "Dude, she's still pissed. This is going to cost you some major jewelry, too."

With complete resignation of his fate, John replied, "We're headed to Tiffany's as soon as we finish here."

After the MILF hazing session was done, John and I were released from our bonds. I looked down to see that my pre-ooze of semen had dripped into a large wet circle on the front of my shorts. I figured that I would collect my wife and we'd be on our way, but Phil stopped us and announced, "There's one more thing you two louses owe your wives. Since you enjoy fucking other women so much, you have to fuck each other's wife."

One of the other Frat Rats said, "Phil's studying to be a marriage counselor."

Renee whispered quietly to me, "Go on, fuck Susan. I picked her out as a reward for you giving me such a wonderful week's vacation."

It didn't take much convincing. Before I knew it, I had my condom covered cock inside the lovely blonde. She was unfettered at this point and so wrapped those amazing legs around me. I kissed her and looked over to see my wife being drilled my John. It was a weird feeling to see her being pumped at the same time as I was humping away on a woman lying merely inches away.

I ran my hands over Susan's body. Although there was nearly ten years separating them in age, the charge that I preferred younger women was completely untrue. Even as I pushed my erection as deeply into this beautiful woman's neither region, my thoughts were still upon how I could wait until I would be ready to once again mount my own MILF.

Although I can't be sure, Susan seemed to cum for me. She could have been faking just as another jab at her cheating husband, but I chose to think it was genuine. By the time I came several minutes later, it was as if every bit of fluid from my testicles shot through the shaft of my penis. The orgasm seemed to be the longest continuous one I could remember.

As Renee and I drove back to our hotel, she remarked, "Thanks for trusting me. It's good to know you can see me have sex without thinking I'd love you less."

"I've never heard it put that way before."

"Just keep trusting me, I have a few more fun surprises in store for the both of us," Renee said as she squeezed my hand and winked at me.

"Just give me some time to rest up. This is more sex than I've had in a long time. But, thanks for pushing me to my limit." I wondered how she'd top tonight.

Chapter 3 to follow...



Rush Week Ch. 03



From our hotel balcony, I watched as three members of the Lambda Lingus fraternity (another made up frat house name done to protect the lascivious) entered our suite. I observed as each one helped in removing Renee's clothing and then took turns stroking her pussy and caressing her tits. She in turn, sucked each man's hard cock.

It had been two days since our escapade at the Alpha Beta frat house and I still couldn't maintain an erection long enough to make sex worthwhile. My pecker was exhausted and pleading for a prolonged rest. I'd wanted to join the group in this gangbang of my wife, but knew I'd be embarrassed.

"It's no big deal, I can call it off," Renee had told me.

"No, I want you to enjoy this week of freedom," I unselfishly told her. She'd gone to some effort to set this meeting up and she deserved to enjoy a few hours of stud servicing. "How about I watch from outside?"

I convinced her it might be stimulating for me to play the cuckold voyeur. Oh, indeed, I was very excited. But, my penis wasn't ready to stay up for an extended period of time. Instead, I watched as Renee was hoisted onto two waiting shafts; one going into her ass, the other up her now bald pussy. 

Her pubic hair had been shaved the previous day by a similarly smooth young male member of the swim team. He'd shaved most of his body to reduce drag in the water and she'd become so intrigued by the idea, that she had him delicately razor off her wispy bush. 

I'd observed that action also from the balcony. Though I thought Renee's now barren pubic mound look sexy as hell, I still wasn't able to keep my erection going for any length of time. Rest was the only cure. I estimated another full day.

Renee bent into an uncomfortable looking position and managed to have the third companion place his erection into her mouth. She'd mentioned that she'd never been able to have all three holes filled at once and it was something she'd fantasized about for years. It surprised me when she managed to extend the precarious contortion long enough for the oral contender to erupt. Rather than cum inside her mouth, he pulled out and squirted his thick deposits of cream all over her face.

The other two continued pumping away at her two remaining holes while she shouted verbal vulgarities indicating how much she was enjoying the pounding they provided.

My hand made its way to my crotch and massaged my half stiff schooling. It was telling me that it wasn't going to return to full mast until it was good and ready.

I watched as the taller of the two men pulled out of her ass and shot his considerable load onto her buttocks. It seemed to be double the amount of anything I'd produced in decades.

Still covered in the spunk from the first two, Renee rolled back on the bed as the final frat man disengaged from her coochie and exploded over her loins. His glop dribbled down her hairless naked pussy. Her crotch looked so amazingly sensual as it glistened from the deposit of a younger man's semen. 

I suppose some men would be jealous of their wife being pleasured by so many more vigorous and virile men. Instead, I was thrilled to see her enjoy those undertakings after so many years of self-denial and devotion to me and our family.

I heard her through the glass windows say, "Thanks for cuming guys. You were all amazing. Good luck with your studies," as they dressed and began to leave.

As I reentered the room, Renee lay back onto the bed, still naked and still drenched with the seed of the three men. "You know, I should make you lick it off," she said teasing me.

"I'd rather have a good pasta primavera," I joked back. "I'm starving. I didn't think you'd go that long."

She looked at the clock. Her latest exploit had lasted over two hours. "My god, I had no idea I had that much stamina." Renee hurried off to the shower and in fifteen minutes we'd headed out the door.

She hadn't bothered with make up or any other cosmetic enhancements. "You still look gorgeous. The Alpha Betas were right. You are out of my league."

She kissed me and said, "Nonsense, you're my perfect teammate; I wouldn't be in the game without you." Renee had a glow that I didn't remember seeing before. She seemed to radiate sexuality.

At dinner, she insisted I order the oysters. She said, "I've heard they help with getting back a man's stamina. You're going to need it in another day."

She refused to tell me what she had planned, but I could tell by her impish grin, she had something up her sleeve. It would take me another full day for my penis to stand ready for action. In the meantime, I played some of the best golf I've ever managed. I wished I had a recording of some of my rounds.

While I golfed, Renee fucked. I returned from the course and she gave me every lurid detail of her activities. One involved a shy young man that had been rejected by every fraternity on campus. He sat in a bar alone drowning his misfit status, when she spotted him and insisted on hearing his story. He was tongue tied at first, but she got him talking.

"So, Mark, you didn't get in to any of the organizations?"

"Nobody wants me."

"I'll tell you. I slept with a bunch of them this week. They aren't a big deal. When you're done with college, being a part of a fraternity won't matter one bit in your life."

"But, I'm looking for the fun they offer now." Young men at that age so rarely see the big picture.

"I can't help you get accepted by Greek society, but I can offer you what a bunch of them enjoyed this week." She put her hand on his knee and then kissed him.

She went back to his dorm room and they put a sock on the door knob. Renee spent the next hour in his small bed as she made love to him. When she left the room she said, "I can truthfully tell you, this is the best sex I've had this week with any of you collage guys, because you were the most honest with me." She kissed him goodbye and he watched as she walked down the cinderblock hallway. It may not make an enormous difference in the course of his life, but it eased a moment of doubt for one young person. I'll always admire Renee for that.

By the end of the week, I was ready to play again. I still hoped to share her with one or two of the students, but things were about to go a bit differently. I awoke on Friday morning, our last full day in town. To my surprise, Renee was already up and dressed and we were not alone. Sitting on the bed next to me was a young woman. Her hair was straight and blond, framing her slender face and hazel eyes. She wore a baggie red sweatshirt, jeans and wedged flip-flops.

As my senses began to sharpen, she smiled at me and nervously said, "Hi, you must be Tom. I'm Patricia."

I fought to clear my head. I hadn't had that much to drink last night; I would definitely have remembered bringing an eighteen year old girl back with us. "So, what brings you here this morning, Patricia?"

"I need your help. I have to get in to the Kappa Chino house."

"I don't have any door keys. Maybe you could try an opened window," I suggested in my groggy state.

I heard Renee laugh and was grateful she was there to explain this odd situation to me. "I came across Patricia yesterday. She's in her freshman year and needs to become a member of the Kappa Chino sorority."

Patricia looked very serious and said in an imploring voice, "I just have to get in, I'm a legacy. My mother and her mother were both in Kappa Chino."

"You can see how important it is to her."

I stood up and rubbed my eyes. I had on a tee shirt and a pair of pajama bottoms. For some reason my brain seemed unable to engage with the situation. "So, ladies, how do I fit into this picture?"

Renee and this girl looked at each other. It was Patricia that said, "Could you ask him? Please?"

"Alright. Patricia is on the cusp of initiation, but she failed one of her trials. Kappa Chino has given her one last chance to prove herself. She has to have sex with a man who's over fifty. That's where you come into play."

"Can you tell him the rest? I'm so freaked," Patricia said in an annoying tone our daughters used when they were younger and really, really wanted to get their own way.

"It seems Patricia is a virgin. So, you'd have to be her first. Once more she has to make a video of it on her phone, so the girls from the sorority can verify that Patricia has, well... How do I put this?"

Patricia blurted out in a teenaged whining voice, that I knew very well, "I have to lose my cherry to an old guy."

I insisted on seeing two forms of picture IDs to verify Patricia was over the age of eighteen. I also pointed out that being referred to as an "old guy" wasn't much of a turn on for me. Finally I asked, "Wouldn't you rather give your virginity to someone closer to your own age?"

"No, that doesn't bother me. My mom got popped by a guy who was over sixty and Grammy lost it to a man in his mid-fifties when they got into the Kappas. It's a part of our family legacy."

I showered and shaved as I thought about the strange circumstances that lay before me. A week ago, I never would have believed that my wife would be trying to convince me to deflower a teen so she could join a sorority. Then again, I wouldn't have thought I'd watch as my wife took on three candidates as pledges into a fraternity, either. This had been an unusual week. I was so glad we'd sent our girls to a college that didn't have fraternities.

When I returned from the bathroom, Renee was gone and only Patricia remained. She was now naked and under the sheets waiting for me. "Your wife said she knew you'd be willing to fuck me," she said with a smile. Again, words I never expected to hear in my lifetime.

If I had to help out, I suppose Patricia wasn't a bad choice. She was actually a pretty young woman that as she matured might become quite lovely. She just seemed a bit raw right now.

"Have you ever sucked a penis before?"

"Oh, yeah, I've done that a bunch of times." 

I could tell she was lying. It had that same ring to it my own daughters used when they were exaggerating their ability to do something they didn't really know how to accomplish. I fought to put any further comparisons of Patricia and my daughters firmly out of my mind. 

"Can you manage mine?" I dropped my shorts and was delighted my erection was completely back to form.

Patricia eagerly placed my penis into her mouth and tried to swallow it. She quickly gagged from attempting to run too much of the length down her throat. "You don't have to take in the entire shaft," I instructed her. "Use your hands to gently play with my balls."

She may have sucked one cock before this, but I could tell she was very inexperienced. I suppose this is why I liked Renee's abilities so much. She was highly practiced at cock sucking long before we met and could manipulate my erection with expert finesse. 

"Watch your teeth," I admonished. "The equipment is sensitive."

She worked at me for several minutes, but would need a lot more practice. I hoped any future frat boyfriend would exercise patience; Patricia was not a natural.

I decided not to ask if she'd ever experienced cunnilingus. Instead, I pushed her back and began licking at her clitoris. I expected to hear her moaning, but instead, she began to giggle, "That tickles," she said in-between her snickers. 

"Just relax, Patricia, I know you're nervous. Enjoy the experience."

She stopped her tittering and I looked up to see her eyes had rolled back and she seemed to float on the sensation of a tongue working her clit. I don't imagine she'd ever had anyone take the time to concentrate on her pleasure before, from the way she began to sway her slender hips.

Abruptly she announced, "I'm ready, sir. Just let me get my camera app going." She seemed eager to move on to the main assignment. Patricia reached for her cellular on the nightstand and held the phone at full arm's length as I plowed my cock into her tight little snatch. I heard her gasp as I entered her.

I looked at her eyes and saw a few tears in the corners. "We can stop, if you're scared, sweetie."

"No, I'm not frightened or anything. It hurts a bit. I'll be Okay. Keep going, please. I am enjoying this."

I kissed her and said, "I'll be as gentle as possible. Just let me know if it is too much." My kiss wasn't returned with a great deal of passion. I could tell she mainly wanted this to finish up so she could show her home make porno to her big sisters and get into their club. However, I decided to take my own sweet time. I, for one, was going to enjoy myself.

I began to rub her breasts. They weren't large, but were very firm and her nipples were nicely pliable. I had to admit, her pussy was the tightest one I've ever been into. I rocked away for a full ten minutes in silence, until I whispered into her ear, "Let yourself go, enjoy the moment. It will only come once for you."

"I want to, but I'm so nervous." 

I convinced her to put down her cell phone. "You have enough footage to convince the other girls you've 'fucked an old guy'."

Patricia seemed a slightly embarrassed. "I didn't mean it as a put down. I just want to be in the Kappas so much."

"Well, you've done that. Now you need to decide, do you want to just use your first sexual encounter to get into a club or would you like to have a memorable experience?"

She actually thought it over. "You right. My mom said she just went through the motions and always regretted not being in the moment."

I kissed her again. This time she returned it more enthusiastically and her tongue found its way into my mouth.

"Could you lick my pussy again? Please?"

"So you liked that, huh?" She coyly nodded her head.

She spread her legs wide. Her aroma was fresh and her pert vulva seemed to present itself to my touch. I used my tongue in soft circular motions. It took so time, but I finally heard her begin to softly moan. It wasn't an explosive climax, but a gradual build up.

"Was that you're first orgasm?"

"It was with anyone else," she shyly admitted. "It was different that the ones I give myself."

"Would you like to have me finish fucking you?"

Patricia nodded her head and I slid into her. She was still tight, but without the jitters, she was more receptive. "Let yourself fall into it," I whispered to her.

She suddenly began to shake her hips and began another gradual building moan. Then came a massive explosion as if the dam had burst. She screamed loudly and pleaded with me not to stop.

For the next twenty minutes, I tenderly made love to this teenager becoming a woman. Patricia was starting to show the ability to forget what other people told her about what sex should be and she began to enjoy herself. She came several more times, before I finally achieved a massive ejaculation of my own. "You are no longer a virgin," I announced.

She seemed grateful as she kissed me and then actually thanked me for introducing her to a set of pleasures she'd only read about before. Still, now that we were done, I could tell she had again become more interested in proving to the Kapps that she'd accomplished her challenge.

Within five minutes, Patricia was dressed in her baggy red sweatshirt and was ready to leave. She rolled her eyes when I told her she was a very pretty girl and would look so much better in something more form fitting. I was well familiar with those kinds of eye rolls.

"Thank you so much," she said as she kissed me on the cheek. "I'm going straight to Chino house and show them. Then I'll call my mom."

She rushed out the door and I noticed a tiny bit of blood in the center of the sheets. Patricia was not lying about having been a virgin. I pulled it off the bed and rinsed the spot in the bathroom sink. The hotel maids didn't need to know what went on here this morning.

Over lunch, I shared my experience with Renee. "See, you didn't miss a thing by me being experienced," she said with a twinkle in her eyes.

"I wouldn't want to go through breaking one in again, I can tell you."

"Likewise, I've had my fill of young men. This was great, but I've gotten all that out of my system," she said as I felt her foot brush against my leg.

"I suppose I won't get to have you with another man after all," I said genuinely feeling a bit dejected.

"Not this time out, but we'll have to accompany Paige back to college next year, won't we?" Renee said with a knowing smile.

~ The End ~