1 comments/ 60658 views/ 1 favorites Golliwog's Cakewalk By: Nigel Debonnaire The Zeta Omicron Rho house was the oldest frat house on campus, and the largest. They were known for accomplishments of their alumni and their ingenuity at constructing entertainments for themselves. Their residence was the envy of their competition: filled with fine furniture, antiques, indoor swimming pool, gym, and a meeting room lined with composite photographs running back a hundred years. Their counterparts on sorority row, the Zeta Rho Omicrons, were known for their high G.P.A. and their competitive spirit. The female Zetas had a residence equally envied by their competitors, containing a beauty salon within. The Zetas regularly socialized, and had a long tradition of the ZZ Cotillion, where each group provided an Saturday evening's entertainment for the other's alumni at different venues. The first meeting of the Zeta men after Spring Break was a relaxed one until the Treasurer's report. Treasurer Goggles Larkin stood shaking in his boots: "We're broke," he warbled tentatively. "What the hell do you mean, we're broke?" President Bill Parkinson yelled. "We don't have shit in the bank," Goggles replied, squinting through coke bottle glasses. "Spent it all for the going away party for Spring Break. We got the hall deposit for the ZZ Cotillion, and the liquor, but we don't have enough to hire a kitchen staff or to buy food. And we got nothing for entertainment the rest of the school year." A general hubbub flooded the Zeta house meeting room. Bill banged his gavel several times in a vain attempt to restore order before putting two fingers in his mouth and letting out a shrill whistle that almost cracked the windows. The frat brothers settled down after that, and listened as Goggles stood before them, his eyes distorted by his inch thick glasses, read out payment after payment that left them only $4.62 in their account. "Has everybody paid their dues?" Bill said when it was over. "Yeah," Goggles replied. "Even Tank Watson, who's never on time." Tank smiled broadly, rose and made an elegant bow, which was greeted with a chorus of catcalls. "Shit," Bill said. "We've got no chance for a fund raiser 'til the end of the semester." The men of Zeta looked at each other, shrugging their shoulders perplexed until Fingers Whitehouse stood up and said: "Hey, Bill, I've got an idea." "Chair recognizes Brother Fingers." "Well, Tank and Goggles went to culinary school last summer, so why don't we get them to whip up some nice finger food for the cotillion at the Parkhurst Country Club. The owner's a Zeta, so he'll front us the money for the grub until we can pay him back. I'll play the piano, and Lowell can belt out some velvet oldies. We offer them Pickle Party Punch and a very different money raising opportunity." "What?" "A Cakewalk." Hostile murmurs filled the room and a couple of guys threw potato chips at Fingers. "Not must any cakewalk," Fingers continued. "A Beef-Cakewalk." Chubby Atkinson stood up and asked a question. "Is that anything like the slave sale we usually have?" "Yeah, Chubby, only instead of having them bid on us individually, they all pay every time for a chance to get one of us. And this year, no limits." Bill banged his gavel. "How is this better than a slave auction?" "We don't show them the 'cake' before they win it. After sucking down some punch and getting good and hammered, they'll pay out every time, thinking they'll get some great stud like Depp or Clooney. It won't matter if it's Tank or Chubby coming through, cause their money's already gone." "Yeah, that sounds better," Tank said, standing up. "Chubby and me's tired of old lady Hemminger paying a dollar for the both of us. She's got ten acres to clean up and she doesn't touch it from year to year." "What's this about no limits?" Goggles said, drooling a little. "Since it's not an auction, it'll get the old bats interested and we don't have to worry about slave bullshit. We smile and blink at act studly for them, do our Chippendales imitation. After they've sucked down enough punch, they won't remember whether we did anything constructive or not." General assent resounded through the hall, and Bill put it to a vote, which passed easily. The next day Fingers and and his girlfriend Kaylee Simpson went by the Greek Council with the program for their parts of the ZZ Cotillion. They were dressed in their respective Zeta sweatshirts with blue jeans and sneakers. Kaylee was a tall, dark haired young woman, pleasantly shaped, and looked splendid next to her tall, dark haired boyfriend with long arms and fingers. They walked with their inner arms around each other's waists, and she was pointing at him, shaking her finger: "It'd better not be another damn slave sale. Mom was so pissed after last year's event, she threatened to stay away this year, and if she stays away then I don't get two hundred dollars monthly fun money." "Relax, baby. They'll love it. Just as much as our guys will love the painting contest." "Yeah, right. At least we don't have to run around in those damn bunny outfits and get our butts pinched black and blue." They reached the Student Union and went up to the Greek Affairs to meet the Coordinator. Macy Evers was a tall, thin girl woman extremely long hair in pig tails, glasses and a business coat and tie, with matching skirt. She graduated five years earlier, getting to stay on campus with the help of the Iotas, who had enough influence to get her the office job. Her crossed legs behind the desk bore witness to years of athletic competition. Her foot tapped rapidly in the air as she put down the first page of the Zeta men's program for the Cotillion: "What's this about a Cakewalk?" "You know what a cakewalk is Macy," he said, spreading his hands in innocence. "Women make a donation, walk in a circle, and if they land on the right number, they get a cake." She scrunched her mouth in doubt. "Where's the cakes coming from?" "In house. Tank Polanski and Goggles Larkin went to culinary school, and learned how to bake cakes as well as anybody on TV." "Sounds innocent enough to me," she said, stamping APPROVED on the form and putting it away. "Kaylee, what's this about a painting contest?" Kaylee looked at her boyfriend and then back at Macy: "Like those shows on public TV, amateur painting. We've got five art majors in Zeta, and the guys will get to choose the colors they'll work with." "Sounds pretty high brow for a bunch of drunken old Zetas." "That's a typical prejudiced attitude," Fingers said, drawing himself up in indignation. "Our alumni are very cultured men, at the top of their fields of endeavor, and appreciate all the fine arts. I'm certain they will enjoy this artistic display and reward the artists appropriately, a belief our alumni chairman shares." Kaylee looked at him incredulously for a moment, then recovered herself and turned back. "Yeah, they love art." Macy looked them up and down before stamping APPROVED on the other page. "I'm not sure about this, but I can't think of any reason to disallow it." As they crossed campus to their residences, Kaylee was silent. When they got to her house, she looked him straight in the eyes and said: "You turkeys better not screw this up." She left without kissing him, her butt switching nervously as she strode away from him. The Cotillion started right on time at the Parkhurst country club. The lady Zetas helped their counterparts decorate the place, contributing several paper lanterns and chains. The men was dressed in tuxedos and served the older women dressed in formals to a light, three course meal with wines, followed by their signature punch and large selection of delicate and fantastically decorated cookies. Fingers smiled at the swaying bodies and smiles he and Lowell received for their selection of Seventies and Eighties show tunes. Lowell turned back and gave Fingers a broad grin: "This is really going down well." Fingers frowned. "Yeah, don't screw it up when it's your turn to go out." "Now problem, sweetheart. Old ladies love to hang out with gay boys like me." Bill Parkinson took the microphone to announce the entertainment. "My dear Zetas, this is a landmark evening for both our fraternities, in this our joint Centennial celebrations. Our Zeta traditions still run strong here, and I hope they continue to run strong for another hundred years. Tonight, we offer you a unique opportunity: a Cakewalk. And not like any cakewalk you may have ever known in your lives until now. You may have had Angel Food cakes, Lemon cakes, Chocolate cakes, etc., but tonight the men of Zeta Omicron Rho offer you the most desired cake a woman could hope for. BEEF cake." The men of Zeta walked in two lines across the stage, wearing only their vests and their bow ties above the waists, their tuxedo pants still crisp. There were gasps around the hall as the most muscular brothers lead the parade. "The University limits what can happen at a Slave Auction, but I trust all of you can enjoy your cake any way you wish. Fifty dollars for each promenade, ladies." Fingers ascended the platform to sit at the grand piano, and after the women took their places for the first promenade, began Debussy's Golliwog's Cakewalk for the women to stroll around the circle. Bill drew numbers from a spinning wire drum, and each winner shrieked as they received their prize. Most of them happily escorted their new companions to the hotel a few steps away right after winning, but several stayed and tried to win multiple times. The punchbowl was refilled twice, and a handsome Zeta Sister over seventy was thrilled when Goggles was awarded her. The cakewalk ended and almost all the women left the room with their beefcakes in tow. One woman remained: Mary Jane Simpson, Kaylee's mother. Fingers looked around and went over. "Hello, Mrs. Simpson, is there anything I can do for you?" She took a fifty dollar bill out of her wallet and put it on the table in front of her. "I'm afraid I didn't get any cakes this evening, and you're the only one who didn't come through the curtain." He looked at her and down at his feet. "I was playing the piano, Mrs. Simpson." She gave him a sultry look. "I know, Justin. So you and I are both the last; you're mine. If you'll help me on with my coat, we'll go now." Fingers swallowed and paused; her eyes burned into him and she sat immobile until he relented, walking around to hold her fur jacket for her. She wore a strapless peach formal with a deep cleavage, and he got a good look down her dress as he helped her into garment, shuddering at the valley of delights there. At forty five, her hair was still raven black without help, her skin flawless and well tanned, her lipstick and fingernails matching red. She gave him a smirk as she took his arm and walked her out of the great room. "Kaylee says you're on track to graduate in another year, Justin." "Yes ma'am. Already have a couple lines on assistantships, including Julliard." "Very impressive. So winning that competition in Germany helped you." "Oh yes, ma'am." "Call me Mary Jane tonight. Only tonight." "Yes, Mary Jane." "Good. You may escort me back to my room and we'll see what happens there." It was a short walk to the Hilton, where the fountain gushed in many colors they walked through the lobby. Chubby was in the bar with Glenda Richardson, CEO of a local law firm, making her laugh with his jokes. It struck Fingers as strange such a elegant cultured woman would find Chubby's repertoire of dirty jokes amusing, but he'd seen stranger things when he played for the Board of Trustee's annual banquets. As she punched the button for her floor, he shuddered a little bit. He was alone with his girlfriend's mother, who was giving him hungry looks, and riding up to her hotel room. His manhood wavered indecisively between her palpable magnetism, her resemblance to her daughter and his fear of disappointing her. They reached her room. It was a suite, with a bottle of champagne on ice. He helped her out of her wrap and she stepped out of her heels three steps beyond the door. Turning around, she looked deeply into his eyes. "Now Justin, it's your turn. Kaylee tells me you give wonderful back rubs, and I want one. Do you think you can oblige me?" He exhaled and relaxed. "Sure, Mary Jane. I'd be happy to give you a back rub. Where would you like to be?" "Give me three minutes and meet me in the next room. Take off your coat as well as any other restrictive clothing and get a beer from the refrigerator. After you finish the beer you can come in and work on me." "Fine." He turned on the TV and caught Sportscenter as he drank his beer, disappointed his favorite NBA team had been swept in its first round series again. There were no sounds from the next room, but a faint smell wafted through the suite. It was amazing how much Kaylee resembled her mother: they could be twin sisters if not twenty plus years apart. Linda Cohn gave a special report and he felt stupid because she made his manhood quiver. Finishing the beer, he knocked softly at the connecting door and entered the bedroom. Mary Jane was laying face down on the bed, covers pulled completely off, stark naked. The curve of her butt was nicer than her daughter's, and her long dark hair was undone. "Don't be afraid, Justin. I'm not going to tell Kaylee anything about what happens in this room tonight. Come over, sit down on the bed, and put those magic hands on my shoulders. Once you get started, it'll be easy." "Yes, ma'am," he replied, swallowing. She sighed as he began working gently on her tense shoulders, and soon he was lost in his work. His strong fingers played scales on her tight muscles, and she moaned under his touch. He went up and down her skin, expertly dissolving her tension. "Go ahead and do my butt. All the way down to my feet." He hesitated, but as he began on her gluteal muscles, a strong aroma filled the room, overcoming the sweet incense drifting in the air currents. A flex and her legs spread; he could see the outline of her lower lips between her legs. Pressing his lips together, he bent to his work, moving down the outside over her legs and calves until he got to her feet. An accidental brush told him she was ticklish, and he found his mind wandering to look between her legs. She smelled so wonderful, ripe, inviting. "Yes, Justin, yes, you're doing beautifully. Come back up the inside." Zeta men weren't known for refusing invitations from beautiful women, especially Zeta women, so he worked his way back up her legs on the inside, his touch growing less forceful and more erotic, until he reached the base of the valley. She spread her legs farther, raising her hips, opening the door to him; his fingers walked through to massage her cunt lips. A large gasp escaped her mouth, and she thrust back at him, impaling herself on his thrusting fingers. Fingers pulled her asscheeks apart and played around her rectum with his left hand as he worked three fingers of his right hand into her eager channel. Her breathing grew heavier and heavier, her face was light pink. Suddenly, she flipped over, her legs spread wide apart and her vagina dripping. "Justin, I think it's time to initiate you into an ancient mystery," she said breathlessly. He shook his head to clear it. "Ancient mystery?" "Yes. When I was in college, it was a secret between our two fraternities. We weren't only the brightest and the best students on campus, we were the best lovers. I want to tell you about the Zeta Ripple." "The Zeta Ripple? Never heard of it." "Yes. I asked Kaylee about it and she didn't know what I was talking about, either. My sisters and I decided we needed to restore this tradition to Zeta, and so all your frat brothers are being instructed in this fine art tonight. You've probably heard of the Venus Butterfly?" "Oh yes. It's the only thing that's gotten Chubby and Goggles dates for the Spring Formal the past couple of years." She cocked her head to one side quizzically, then continued: "This is a little different. First, you put your face between my legs and trace my pussy lips with your tongue." He looked at her dubiously. She nodded and pointed, and he bent down to obey. "Get going, moderate speed. Put your palms on my stomach and move them around slowly. Yes, that's right, nice. Now remember what the Zeta looks like. Do the Z on my clit. Yes, again, again, oh my God yes, back and forth, back and forth. Now reach up and stroke my breasts. You've got such nice strong hands, don't be afraid. It's working, it's working, I haven't felt like this in fifteen years. Kaylee said you've never done oral sex before, I can't believe it." She gasped and shuddered; Fingers increased his pace, making her shudder more. "Oh my yes, my daughter's such a lucky woman. Now reach up and pinch my nipples. Milk them, milk them with your strong fingers. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. Faster, faster, faster. My God, yes, yes, yes. Don't stop, don't stop if you value your life. Almost there, almost there, ah, ah, ah. . ." She convulsed strongly as the orgasm hit her; her hands locked on the sides of Finger's head holding him there, and he kept going as she writhed and gyrated violently. He reached down and thrust a finger from his left hand into her asshole, pushing it in and out; it sent her into stronger movements he thought would never end. Finally, she pushed his head away and began the downward slope of her orgasm, her body twitching and her lips wobbling after she licked them. Her eyes opened and looked at him with an expression of deep gratitude, reaching up to tousle his hair. It was several moments before she could speak. "Was it good for you?" he finally asked, and she laughed out loud. "Was it good for me? What did you think?" He nodded, and she smiled again. "I owe you for this one, you are not only a great student, but a true artist. I give you permission to sire my granddaughter." She looked at his bulging trousers, sat up and reached down the unbutton his fly. "I think you need a little release as well. Since I haven't reached menopause yet, I can't let you fuck me, but give me a little time and I'll make you as glad you're a man as I'm glad I'm a woman right now." He laid back beside her and she got up to pull down his trousers. His boxers bulged painfully, and she pulled them down quickly to admire his equipment. "Kaylee's a luckier girl than I thought. It's been too long since I've seen a cock this nice. Hello, Sailor." She leaned over and took the head of his penis in her mouth, licking and sucking until it became rock hard. Licking her way down the shaft, she murmured: "Zeta women are always the best cocksuckers. I know Kaylee hasn't done this but after you show her the Zeta Ripple, she won't be able to stop herself. Come to Momma, you big, bad, beautiful Zeta cock," she said as her slick tongue started to play with his balls and her hand began stroking his hardness. Kaylee was having her period, so Fingers hadn't gotten any action for days. Before long, he began to tremble and shake, to which she responded by sucking down his dick and milking it expertly until he shot his load down his girlfriend's mother's throat. After finishing her work, she licked him clean and came up to lie beside him, putting her full breast into his hand. "Mary Jane, I would never have believed. . ." he started. "I know, I project a very strong willed image that pushes most men away. And I do this on purpose, so only the best of the best get a shot at me. You're getting something special tonight." They lay in silence for a few moments, stroking each other, until Fingers got an idea. "I'm not sure I got the theory down right. Mind if I try it again to make sure?" She looked at him with big eyes. "I never got more than one Zeta Ripple per night; not sure I could survive it." After a few moments, she smiled lustily and said: "But I'd love to find out. And if you get it right, I'll let you fuck my throat again." Golliwog's Cakewalk Ch. 02 Fingers Whitehouse was working his magic on bare skin again. The strains of Debussy's La Mer drifted through his Bose computer speakers, and cinnamon incense flavored the air. A voluptuous woman with luxurious dark hair and honey tanned skin lay face down on his queen sized frat house bed: Mary Jane Simpson, his girlfriend's mother, with whom he got very well acquainted three months earlier at the ZZ Cotillion. She'd gotten him as her prize at the Beef Cakewalk to give her a massage, and since then she'd been a regular customer of his every other week when she came up to visit her daughter, Kaylee. He rubbed and stroked her flesh, working in aromatic oil and teasing her open thighs. "Oh, Fingers, that's wonderful," she purred. "Your virtuosity isn't limited to the piano. I'll give you a year to stop this." He shrugged his shoulders. "I've got to finish you before 3:30; I'm meeting Kaylee right after her class. We've got to come up with a charitable fundraiser next year or we'll be put on probation by the Panhellenic council." His talented fingers probed between her legs, teasing her lips and coaxing out her bud. "Mmmm, right, Fingers." She rolled over, revealing her tight stomach and perfectly tanned breasts. "Pleasure before business. I still have to check into the Hilton, and make reservations for dinner. You know what to do, stud. Hit me with the Zeta Ripple and make my day." Sliding down, he came up under her legs, reaching around her hips to caress her breasts and planting his face in her steamy crotch. Laying on his stomach was uncomfortable, since his erection was squashed under his body, but he knew he would be repaid one way or the other. His limber fingers started to squeeze and milk her nipples while his tongue alternated between swirling around her labia and tracing the letter Z on her clitoris, the Zeta Ripple she taught him. She was quickly writhing and moaning softly in time with the music before her great wave crested with the music. He held her, shuddering, until her coasted down from her orgasm and was breathing normally once again. Her eyes looked him over as he stood up. "Seems like you enjoy this as much as I do," she purred, reaching forward to stroke him through his jeans. "Good thing you're a young man: my daughter would hate me if I ruined you for her enjoyment later this evening." Pulling his dick out of its containment, she licked her lips. "Oh, I think he's very close to giving me what I want. Stroke him for me, Fingers, stroke him. Let me see him get harder and harder until he blows his load all over me." His hand went down by reflex and began stroking his rod. "I wish you would do more than watch." "I may do that today," she smiled. "You never know. Must keep you guessing, must let you wonder what I'll do next." She batted her coquette eyes and gave her shining red lips and long, teasing lick. "But you love jerking off in my smiling face, don't you?" "Yes," he said softly, as a drop of white liquid escaped the end of his cock. "You love stroking your rod with my lips just inches away." "Yes." Her tongue darted out and gave the fluid a quick lick. "Never knowing what I'll do with your magic juice: rubbing it all over my face, rubbing it all over my tits, rubbing it all over my stomach and between my legs." "Yes." "Maybe I'll stroke your balls a little bit. Maybe I'll breathe heavily on your cock at the right time." "Yes." His hand started going faster and faster as his cockhead turned a deeper shade of red. Her fingers started playing with the sensitive skin of his testicles. His breathing grew shorter and faster, and she gave his cockhead another quick lick. "Think about it, Fingers, maybe this time I take it all in my mouth, like I did the first time. Maybe I drink down all the lovely, hot, foaming protein you have for me. Would you like that?" "Yes," he whispered almost inaudibly. "I didn't hear you" "Yes," he said hoarsely. "Do you mean it?" "Yes." "Tell me. Tell me what you want me to do." He whined a little and his hand went into overdrive. "Take it in your mouth. All of it. Suck me. Eat me. Swallow it all.." "A dignified woman like me?" she said, a look of mock horror appearing on her face. "Your girlfriend's mother? Let you shoot your unworthy sperm in my mouth, a palette used to delicate flavors and fine wines? You think you're worthy of this?" "Come on, Mary Jane. You done it before. Come on, come on, you want to." She paused for dramatic effect and pouted. "Say the magic word." He looked at her with his eyes unfocused, not understanding. She smiled up at him, her lips almost brushing his throbbing member, a mocking smile on her face. "The magic word," she whispered in a sultry tone. "You know it. One little word. The one your momma taught you when you were a little boy." It took a moment until he screamed: "Please!!!" She sucked him into her mouth at precisely the right moment, as his orgasm hit him, sending pulse after pulse of semen down her hungry throat. His body quivered and he almost lost his balance, but she held his hips and steadied him as she devoured his love juice. The music continued to rise and fall as she milked him expertly, and after a couple of minutes he was spent. Not one drop escaped her lips, and when she released his freshly limp member from her mouth, she gave him a huge, open mouthed smile to show it was empty. "I like the thought Kaylee will have to work for her pleasure tonight. Let her have the tough one. Better for her if you don't pop too soon." Fingers chuckled. "It's a public service you give me," he muttered as he put his cock back in his trousers. "Indeed. Thanks, sweetheart. Just what the doctor ordered. Like it?" He sighed. "More than I hoped for." He sat down on a chair by his computer. "Now I just have to think of something quick, or she may not be in the mood. I'll look like an idiot if I don't get an idea for the charity event." The clock read 3:00, and after checking it Mary Jane lay there contented, her nipples peaking into hard pebbles, happy to relax naked with a young man who adored her. "I know something that will be a great fundraiser, something we did when I was in college. The Brown Berry Ball." "Oh? What was that about?" She shook her head. "No, no, no, lover. Like Ringo Starr said: 'It Don't Come Easy'. You need to discover this on your own. You're meeting Kaylee at her Zeta house, aren't you?" "Yeah." "Get her to take you to the Zeta Rho Omicron archives, look up the scrapbooks from the Eighties. You'll find something pretty soon that will amaze you, and stimulate your imagination. We can talk about it when we meet for dinner later." He stood up and paced a little. The room was rather small, and he went up and down by the side of the bed a few times as she lounged there. Finally, she sighed, got up and stripped the sheets. "Can't have Kaylee suspecting anything, just in case she comes over here before you make the bed. Take this down to your laundry room, and when you get back everything will be in order. No, I'm not going to let you live with the smell of my pussy for days on end. I know you're fantasizing about doing her and me at the same time, just know it won't happen. In the meantime, I won't have her thinking you're fucking with me." "But you like this." She drew him close and gave him a huge French kiss. "Yes, cheating on my daughter with you gets me very turned on, and I don't have to worry about you trying to steal my fortune like other young studs I could tame because you're going to get it anyway after you marry Kaylee. But I enjoy playing this game, and she doesn't need to know everything I'm doing. Let's just keep these little massage sessions our secret for now." "Yes, Ma'am." "Git." Fingers took his sheets down the hall, heavy with her musk, and dropped them into the chute. Fortunately the frat housemother was used to anonymous stained linens, and didn't care who her boys fucked as long as it wasn't her. When he returned to his room, his bed was made with fresh sheets and she was gone. During the summer school session, only Goggles Larkin and Chubby Atkinson were living with him in the Zeta house, and Fingers trusted them to keep his secrets without reservation. He opened the windows to wash her perfume out of the air. Walking across campus on the June afternoon, Fingers saw a few students coming out of their afternoon classes. The warm weather kept clothing to a minimum, which tweaked his exhausted prostate. He saw Kaylee Simpson, his Zeta girlfriend, coming across campus toward him wearing a skimpy halter top, brief shorts and sandals. Her dark, richly textured hair was drawn into a knot behind her head, and a frown creased her face. "How was your day, Sweetheart?" she began. "All right. Finally got the Rachmaninoff Etudes Tableau memorized, so Maestro should be happy. Says I should be focused on getting to the top of the class at Julliard when I get there." "Sounds good to me. You spend too much time playing with your joystick." "Huh?" For a brief moment he thought she could read his mind, and knew what he'd just been doing. "Your damn Worlds of Warcraft." "Oh." He rolled his eyes, convinced his secret affair with her mother was still safe. "It's time you grew up." She blew out an exasperated breath and pouted. "My day's been a shitload of frustration. Got a B- on my Chaucer paper, and I'll never understand Wittgenstein in that damn Philosophy class." "Poor baby. You want a back rub?" A hint of a smile crossed her lips, but she shook her head. "Not till after we have dinner with Momma. We should probably put our heads together and figure out a charity to help this fall; Macy Evers is going to eat us alive if we don't come up with something." He nodded with mock gravity: "That confirms something I've though for a while." She punched him hard on the arm: "Creep. Doesn't matter if she's a lesbian, and I know your demented little perverted imagination is imagining her in action." "No, not really. Check," he replied, putting her hand on his crotch. Pulling her hand back quickly, she winced: "All right, you don't have to prove it. I'm glad your dick is soft, and you aren't thinking of us lezzing out with her, but you don't have to make me touch it in front of God and everybody." "Sorry, honey. I was thinking. . ." "What?" "What if we went through your archives before dinner? Sometimes the best thing is to find an old idea nobody's done for a while." Kaylee tossed her head and looked at her boyfriend. "A surprisingly lucid thought. All right, I believe you were practicing the piano and you haven't started drinking yet today. Let's go over to the archives and see what we can find." The Zeta Rho housemother smiled and waved as they went through the parlor on their way in. There were only four girls staying the summer, and the housemother gave them a lot of leeway as long as they didn't get into trouble while the house was mostly empty. The archives were in the basement, and after unlocking the door, the students were surprised to see an elaborate security system to keep materials from leaving the room. "Wow, you guys are sure paranoid," Fingers commented. "What's with all the bells and whistles?" "Dunno," Kaylee replied. "It's been here a while. What are we looking for?" "Anything unusual. Go through the old scrapbooks and yearbooks. I'll take the 1970 University book and work my way through them to the present; you take the scrapbooks." "Done." They took stacks of the periodicals to facing desks in the middle of the room, and started working. It didn't take long before Fingers saw a reference to the Brown Berry Ball. The pictures were of a very ordinary formal dance that appeared to be some kind of marathon. The captions indicated a huge amount of money raised for the International Rescue Committee. "What's the International Rescue Committee?" Kaylee asked from the depths of a mid '70s scrapbook. "I don't know. I guess it's a group to relocate refugees. Do you have Internet down here?" She got out her iPhone and entered something. "No, nothing. No access down here. That's odd. You try." Fingers got out his Android and had no success getting online either. "No good. That's weird, we got bars down in our basement archives. Why can't we get it here? It's like there's something here that's top secret, that your Zeta's don't want to leave this room. Who knows about this?" "Everybody, but I have a key since I'm the historian next year. Only the President, Vice President and Housemother have keys here." "Let's see if we can find something more about this Ball. It seems like a great money maker but I've never heard of it." "Me, neither." Finding nothing on the open shelves, they started going through file cabinets. At the back of the room, in an alcove away from the door, was an unmarked cabinet that held several huge books labelled Brown Berry Ball. Getting the one from 1975, they opened it and got the surprise of their lives. "My God, what are they wearing?" he said. "It's like a gown, but, but, but. . ." "Their breasts are bare. A long, formal gown in every way, but there's no front." "Oh My Fucking Sweet Jesus. This was heaven, pure heaven." She turned a couple of pages. "Damn, no wonder this is secret. The date is July, 1976, why the hell is this going on in the summertime?" He shrugged his shoulders and thought for a moment. "So nobody else on campus would find out?" She punched his arm. "That didn't take much thought, Einstein. Wow, look at the celebrities who came. No names listed, but I know who this is. . ." "Wait a minute. Wait a minute. I think, I think. . ." ". . .therefore you are, Descartes?" "Shut up. I don't think this actress ever did a nude scene or posed for Playboy or anything. I'll have to check this out on the Internet, but these are the only pics of her bare boobs I've ever seen. And this one, Holy Cow, she was a legend in '76, Oscar winner long ago and she isn't. . ." "It's not universal, see, look at this one. This one did a lot of nudity, I saw her movies. Wow, whoever set this up was very well connected. Damn, this chick was in politics, and she's smiling like a baboon over her bare tits. It's like she was free to be herself once in a lifetime. And there's my mother, don't look Stanley." "Too late. She looks just like you, anyway. You could be twins." He touched her bare shoulder blade and started gently tracing the line of her collarbone. Kaylee smiled, and turned to another book. "It's the same every year, the women are all wearing the same kind of gown, some of them have some support; slings, I guess, for floppy breasts, and it looks like they used body makeup. The nipples are all brown, I guess that's where the name came from, all those brown berries. Momma must have used body makeup, hers are pink and here they're not. There's a file at the back, let me read the pages." She stuck her tongue between her teeth as she read and whistled as she sucked it back in. "These releases guarantee these pictures will never be seen outside this room for fifty years and everybody present will never reveal the event happened at all." She whistled, and turned more pages. "They must have had fantastic security outside, the paparazzi would have loved to be in this neighborhood. And there's a note about sponsoring a ball of the same name during the school year to funnel the money to the charity openly." Fingers whistled. "Wow! I can't believe it. They did some pretty wild things thirty years ago." They kept looking at more books, Fingers standing close behind Kaylee, his fingers stroking her shoulders and questing lower down her sides as they looked at page after page of topless women. "The guys aren't wearing tops, either," Fingers said, "Just collars with formal bow ties and cuffs for cufflinks. Damn, it looks like they've shaved their chests! Don't want to think how that happened." "There's Mother again, and I can't believe who she's standing next to. My God, what tits that woman had! Stanley, is there a reason you're feeling my boobs?" "I love you, and it's just too much to look." He snuggled close to her body and rubbed his tented crotch into the back of her shorts. "Can't help myself, you feel so good, I want to worship you. Having you here is like being there." "Well, it's working, just so you know. I'd love to put this Ball together again, who knows who we could get to come. This is the answer." She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "You know what pinching my nipples does to me doesn't it?" He had her halter top unhinged, and leaned down to nuzzle the nape of her neck. "Yes. Wouldn't it be great to do it here? All dank and musty, a forbidden place. . ." She sighed and leaned back against him, matching his movements. "All right, all right, it would be kinky to do it here, I'm game. Get it out." Her hand went to the buttons of her shorts and her lower body was freed of its clothing; a quick movement and his trouser snake was ready for action. "Fuck me hard and fast over my mother's picture." With a grunt, he plunged in to the hilt and fucked her hard from behind. The sounds of their lovemaking echoed in the chamber and her hands writhed in midair in response to the sensations of her cunt. His iron fingers stroked and pulled her buds as sweat started to form on their bodies in spite of the dank air of the basement. He rode her like a cowboy rides a bronco, bucking hard. After several moments, she screamed and orgasmed strongly, shuddering and moaning. He pulled out and started stroking himself frantically; she turned and caught his milky tribute all over her breasts and stomach. They panted for a few moments, smiling, and she rubbed the goo into her skin. Giving his cock a quick lick of gratitude, she looked at her watch and frowned. "We're running late for dinner. Momma said to meet her at 7:00, and now I need to run through the shower and get changed." He smiled and they left the room to find a small bathroom, where they took care of the remnants of their sexual congress. "Where are we going?" he asked. "Mexican place, called. . . called. . .called, the Nombre Perdito." "The Lost Name. How fitting." "Shut up. Let me walk you out so we can get going. Damn, Momma's got some explaining to do." They managed to be ready on time, looking casual but neat, got to the restaurant ahead of Mary Jane, and were conducted to a small private room instead of a table in the main dining room. Kaylee gave Fingers a quizzical look, but they ordered a Gin and Tonics as their waited. Her mother showed up, looking stunning in a sundress and sandals, just after their drinks arrived, and after placing their orders, the younger woman turned to her mother: "I was in the archives today." "Yes, dear? I always found that a fascinating place when I lived in the Zeta house." Kaylee gave her a sharp look. "I found the scrapbooks for the Brown Berry Ball." The older woman sipped her newly arrived Scotch casually and glanced at the young man. "Oh? Was he there with you?" "Yes." "Hmm, that's a breach of the rules, kids. You could be in big trouble." She frowned for several moments before smiling and laughing at their bewilderment. "Well done, now I can talk about it with you. Yes, we did the Brown Berry Ball, and it was a wonderful event. It took a lot of work, but it was worth it. I think we saved thousands of refugees from Eastern Europe over the years." Fingers cut in: "How did you get those women to show up and show. . .?" ". . .their breasts? Ironclad security. We did it during the off season, let no one know we were doing it, hired a small army to patrol the grounds of the Parkhurst club, or rather Ziggy Schmidt did, and wore different formals coming and going than we did when we got here." Golliwog's Cakewalk Ch. 02 He shook his head in disbelief. "I don't understand why an actress who never did a nude scene would. . ." ". . .be there? It was the Seventies: times were changing and women were getting more free with their bodies. Even older women who didn't have the chance when they were young, but they all didn't want to ruin their reputations by doing public nudity. That's why you saw some women you'd never seen topless before: they really wanted air their nipples in their heart of hearts, but they knew their public wouldn't accept it. And it was a good cause: people were risking their lives to escape communism, and even some liberal actresses were willing to contribute." Their appetizers arrived, and after the waiter left, they started to eat in silence before Fingers started muttering to himself after he finished: "We forbid cell phones and electronic devices, update the permission form, buy a laptop that'll never go online to store the images, get Ziggy Schmidt to buy the security again, I think those tuxes are still in storage downstairs, Gary and Pete will play in the band with me, I'm sure the girls can crank out those formals. . ." The two women looked at each other and ignored him for a moment. "I think the boys can work out most of the practical details," Mary Jane said to her daughter. "Do you think your girls will turn out?" "Oh yes, no problem. I got some ideas for the formals. But why did this event stop?" Mary Jane sipped her Scotch. "The Cold War ended, the refugee situation faded from consciousness, and political correctness made it inappropriate. The boys wanted to keep going, but the girls sidetracked them with a summer skinny dip party. After a couple of years, it was forgotten." ". . .Tank and Goggles can do the cooking, and I think Marty can come back from New York to help with the makeup. . ." Fingers was starting to make notes on his napkin as he quietly murmured his litany of organization. Kaylee gave him an affection smirk and turned back to her mother. "I hope Fingers will let us do something other than walk around with our tits out. I know which charity to support: Breast Cancer research always needs money, and this seems a good thing for that. We'll even start our own charity if we need to so the existing ones won't get curious." The young woman sipped her drink and smiled at her boyfriend again. "We can do the gowns all in pink. Maybe some event around Coffee during the year would work as our cover. But how did you make the contact with the celebrities?" "Go back into the archives and read the minutes from the meetings just before we started it. As far as today goes, I could make a few phones calls. I've got some old Zeta sisters out there. And I'm sure Fingers can rally the Zeta men to bankroll the thing." Fingers wound down his initial planning and their main courses arrived. While they ate, he speculated who they could invite to the ball, much to the women's amusement. They contacted their fraternity brothers and sorority sisters when they got to Mary Jane's hotel about the Brown Berry Ball, and found strong support for doing it that summer in spite of short notice. The event didn't go flawlessly, but the security did, and four Hollywood actresses, two in their early thirties and two in their fifties, made their bare breasted debuts. A high ranking government official also shone, gracing the occasion with a surprising endowment few would have suspected she had. The pink gowns were lovely, supported in the back with crossing fabric that went around the neck and highlighted by a diaphanous white lace that ran up one side from the waist, in front of the shoulder, behind the neck and down the other side. The Zeta Omicron men sacrificed their chest hair gladly to be part of the occasion, and the hairier guys made a point of bragging how much pain they took to make their torsos smooth. The Panhellenic council was amazed that the February Brown Berry Ball, which celebrated many different varieties of coffee and recipes involving coffee at an all brown formal dance, could raise a seven figure amount for Breast Cancer Research. The reputations of Zeta Omicron Rho Fraternity and Zeta Rho Omicron Sorority gained a new luster that sustained them for many years afterward. Fingers Whitehouse officially proposed to Kaylee Simpson, and still got to spray his spunk in the direction of her mother Mary Jane's face every other week after giving her a massage. Golliwog's Cakewalk Ch. 03 Kaylee Simpson was in heaven. The AC hummed softly to itself for a few moments, keeping the small Zeta Rho sleeping room comfortable for two naked people making love, and switched off as it wasn't needed much in the small hours of a May morning. She lay flat on her back, her long hair splayed out underneath her, her long shapely legs parted wide and her chest heaving with a thin sheen of sweat catching the few hints of light. Her boyfriend, Fingers Whitehouse, was kneeling between her legs, his hands stroking her sides and teasing her navel, his arms looped under her hips, and his face buried in her crotch. Gasping, she closed her eyes as another jolt of energy coursed through her body, and she buried her hand in her boyfriend's hair. Pulling his head up, she looked him in the eyes and whispered: "Fingers, I want you to fuck me tonight." He took a breath: "Sure, baby, anything you say. I'm ready. How do you want it: front or back?" "I don't know, both are good." Her eyes twinkled merrily at the thought and the licked her lips in anticipation. "How about both?" "How're we gonna do that?" He was puzzled, and sat back on his haunches. "Especially since I'm not a double dicked demon?" She thought for a moment. "Take my vibrator and shove it up my ass." He shook his head. "But honey, we ran out of lube Wednesday. You get more?" "Use a condom." He sat up, reaching for his jean shorts laying on the floor while she reached into her night table drawer. It took a few moments before he fished out the square of foil. "But I've only got one tonight, honey. And you're fertile this week. . ." She shook her head. "I don't care. We're getting married next Saturday, and Daddy will be happy enough to have a grandson we won't have to worry about money. I really want to get fucked good tonight." "I don't know about that. I love the idea of fucking you bareback, but. . ." She reached between his legs and gave his cock a couple of long strokes. "What kind of Zeta man are you?" she purred. "Has a Zeta man ever turned down a girl who wanted to him to fuck her?" "All right, all right." He tore open the packet and produced the rubber circle, which she took and worked down her modest sized vibrator. "You want me to turn this on?" She reached between her legs and found her asshole. The lubricated condom helped the device glide into her dark passage with little resistance and she gasped as went all the way in. "Yeah. On low, let's see how it goes." Putting her pillow over her mouth, she squealed as the buzzing started. "Oh, that's nice. I'll worry about the speed; stick your cock in, Stanley, stick it in. Give me that bad boy." Her right hand controlled the vibrator as her left grasped his member and guided it into her pussy. He found the vibrations coming up through her body odd at first, but as he settled into his rhythm he found it a great addition to the sensation: it was like her cunt was giving him a hummer. He found it difficult to stay quiet, lest Kaylee's sorority sisters heard them, and she stuffed as much of the pillow as she could in her mouth to keep her vocalizations muffled. He was glad Kaylee's mother had been by for a massage earlier that day and had given his balls a good draining; he wouldn't have lasted two minutes if he'd been celibate all week, waiting for her. Closing his eyes, he remembered earlier that afternoon as he stroked his cock in front of Mary Jane's beaming face, erupting in a huge load and plastering her cheeks with his seed. She'd smiled as she licked the white goo from her lips and scooped the rest into her mouth with her finger, giving his dick a teasing lick or two as the last few morsels oozed out. Opening his eyes, he saw Kaylee's face, her eyes squeezed tight as she went over the edge again and again, heavily dampened screams reverberating through her pillow. At last, he couldn't control himself, and shot his plentiful wad in her vagina, holding himself in as every last drop started its journey toward her womb. She switched off the vibrator and they lay there, spent, for several long moments before he rolled off her and squeezed beside her on the single bed. She rolled on top of him, the intruder still inserted in her butt, and purred as she sweated on him. When she'd recovered her senses and pulled the toy from her ass, she curled up in his arm and started: "It's OK, Stanley. I think having a baby right away will help us." He gave her a wild look. "What do you mean by that? We're moving to Manhattan after the honeymoon, living in that condo next to your mom. I'll be a student and you've got that internship lined up in the front office at the Joffrey Ballet." "Precisely why we need a baby, since Mom is gonna be next door. I know her: she'll be in our condo and in our way all the time, and we need something to distract her. A grandbaby would be just the thing." Stroking her hair, he got very pensive. "But I'll be a student, not a lot of money coming in yet." "Honey, you keep forgetting." She smiled and stroked his jawline. "I'm rich, and between Momma and Daddy we don't have to worry about a thing. You practice your piano and take the world by storm, I'll take care of you and the kid, and don't worry about anything. Every classical musician dreams for a set up like ours." The bedside clock read 1:35. The AC kicked on again for a few moments, and their skin tingled as the cold air hit them. He gave her a squeeze. "Are we still meeting your Dad for lunch tomorrow?" "Yeah. Don't worry, Fingers, he's an old Zeta man and he likes you. He loves classical music, and as you get to know him better, everything will be great." "Fine." They held each other for a while before he slipped out of her Zeta house and returned to his. The next day they met Kaylee's father, Brice Simpson III, for lunch at the Alumni club on campus. He was a tall man, a former basketball star, and wore a three light brown piece suit. His short grey hair was spiked, his chin smooth, his face stern and slightly wrinkled, his eyes steel grey. Fingers and Kaylee were dressed formally, she in a white sundress and he wore a dark suit. He braced himself for his future father's firm handshake and returned it firmly; Kaylee gave her father a big kiss, standing on tip toe, and they sat at the table. The older man smiled broadly as he looked his daughter over. "Kaylee, you look absolutely radiant today. I think the wedding can't happen soon enough for you." "No, Daddy, it can't. One more final and I'm free." "And you, son, you ready for the big move?" Fingers sipped a glass of water nervously. "Yes, sir. Don't know why I'm nervous about the wedding, cause all I have to do is stand there and say a few words." Brice laughed. "Yeah, the groom's part is easy during the ceremony, but the bachelor party's another matter." Kaylee broke in. "We're not having those parties, Daddy. We're having one big party at the Zeta Omicron house for everybody, so we can all have a good time with each other. None of this bringing in a stripper or anything." The older man looked disappointed, but recovered quickly. "And is your mother's sister coming?" "Aunt Junie May? You know she wouldn't miss it. She's getting to town in time for the party." He smiled, and the waiter came to take their orders. Afterward, Kaylee got up to powder her nose, and Brice moved closer to talk with Fingers. "So how do you think you'll like living next door to Mary Jane?" Fingers gulped and shook his head. "I don't think it'll be a problem. We've gotten along pretty well, and she travels a lot." "Speaking as someone who did live with her for a while, you're going to have your hands full with her next door. Have you planned anything in particular to keep her busy?" "Well, she's going to become my agent. She has contacts here and in Europe, and fact we've got a tour booked next summer." "Good, good. Any other ideas?" "Well, no, I guess not. . ." "I thought so. You'll need more for her to do, I can tell you that right now. If you don't come up with something compelling, she'll be in the middle of everything you're doing. As one Zeta brother to another: be warned." "Thanks, sir." "Brother Brice, please." "Thanks, Brother Brice." "And as a Zeta brother, I have some advice for you, something that will keep Mary Jane occupied enough to let you have a life." Finger's eyes opened wide. "Yes, I'm all ears." He took a sip of his martini and began. "When we were first married, Mary Jane and I spent almost all our free time together. We were all over the place, it was so much my work suffered and I risked getting fired from my first job, she was in my hair so much. But then, my salvation arrived." "Salvation? How?" "She got pregnant with Kaylee. Mary Jane went into nesting mode immediately, and although she spent way too much money, she got out of my hair and let me get my work done. After Kaylee was born, her focus was entirely on the baby. So much, I felt abandoned and our marriage started falling apart." "Oh. I'm sorry, Brother Brice." He gave a wave of his hand. "Water under the bridge. I'm a happy man, and I wish her nothing but the best. However, this is my advice to you, Brother Fingers: get her pregnant." Fingers shook his head. "Kaylee and I've talked about starting a family right away, but I don't see how. . ." "No, no, not Kaylee, Mary Jane. She needs a new baby of her own." Fingers took another sip of his drink and the older man looked around at the waitresses. After a moment, he grew philosophical: "I'm ready to be a grandfather, I guess, and if you kids have a baby right away, that's all right, but it may not help you very much, Brother Fingers. Mary Jane will take over Kaylee's life as well as the baby's, most likely. Go ahead and have a your baby with Kaylee, but you'll need more." Kaylee returned from the powder room, and the conversation turned to other things. Brice reminisced about his fraternity days and was eager to hear about the current Zeta activities. "I'm glad you revived the Brown Berry Ball: do you know it was my idea? Wish I could have made it last summer. You having another one?" "Yes," she said, "you should be getting the invitation next week." Brice rubbed his hands. "Great." Lunch went calmly after that; Brice gave Fingers a knowing wink as they shook hands in parting. When they got back to the Zeta house, Fingers confided to Kaylee her father's suggestion about Mary Jane. It took her a moment to take it in, but after some careful thought, she said: "It sounds like a good idea to me. It's been too tough trying to get away from her here, and we're only living next door to her in Manhattan because she's paying for everything. I love my Mother and I love spending quality time with her, but 24/7 is good much. Next week she'll be fertile, so that's when we need to make our plan." Fingers started shaking, and looked at the ceiling. "How do we do this? She's never been too drunk when we've been around, and I don't she would take a chance with unprotected sex." "How would you know?" she said, eyebrows arched. He shook his head and said after a moment's confusion: "Well, it doesn't seem like her." Kaylee smiled an stroked his cheek. "Fingers, I know what you've been doing with her the past few months. Your frat brothers aren't that good at keeping secrets. I'm all right with it: she thinks she's pulling a fast one on me, and I know she isn't. Fine." He looked like the world just came apart for a moment before he recovered himself. "Oh, Ok. Fine, I guess. But I love you honey." "I know baby, you're marrying ME next Saturday. It's fine, really, in fact, I need you to help me with this." "Oh?" "Yes, I want you to knock Mom up yourself." He shook his head, disbelieving. She smiled at him and touched his cheek: "The biggest worry I've had since I was a girl was that Mom would hook up with some loser who would take her money. I knew she fooled around a bit, but she always did it away from me. If some young hustler got her to marry him or got her pregnant, he could put a big dent in my grandfather's trust funds. When I found out you were filling that void in her life, I was good because I trust you and I know she isn't paying attention to anybody else. But if we knock her up, it's got to be your baby. Nobody else gets a crack, I'm a greedy little bitch and I want to keep control of my money." "That makes sense," he said, his head still spinning from her revelation. He thought for a moment and turned to her: "So how do we do it?" She thought for a long time. "We'll have to get our brothers and sisters involved in this. Friday night, at the rehearsal party. It's at your house, anyway. We put on a big production, we get her drunk and she won't hold back." "I've never seen your mom take more than one drink, even at a wild evening at the Frat House. How do we get her drunk and loose?" "Aunt Junie May. She's Mom's older sister, and Mom's always been very competitive with her. Aunt Junie may works as a set decorator in Hollywood; she got us the names for the Brown Berry Ball. My auntie has stock in several birth control companies because she'll fuck anything that moves. She's a few years older than Mom, but she hasn't slowed down yet." "And if we can get your Aunt Junie May going, Mary Jane will try to keep up with her?" "Yeah. You get it." "Sure," he said, still struggling to comprehend the conversation he was having. "We get your slutty Aunt Junie May going with a bunch of Zeta hunks, and your Mom will fall in line. That may take some talking to convince my brothers to do that." She sat up and looked at him, disbelieving. "Your frat brothers won't want to molest a willing woman?" "No, that they'll have enough control to let me have an exclusive shot at your mother." Kaylee thought for a moment. "I guess when you talk this over, you'll have to bribe them." "Bribe them?" "Yes, baby," she said, kissing him on the cheek. "Just remember: we're rich. We have the gold, we make the rules." The rest of the weekend and Monday went like a blur for Fingers. At the frat meeting, it took a while for him to explain what he wanted, but when they understood his request they agreed easily, especially after he gave them some inducement. On Tuesday, Fingers was practicing at the Conservatory when a woman entered his practice room without knocking. She was familiar and not familiar at the same time, and her eyes flashed with fire he'd never seen before. She spoke to him before he could take his hands off the keyboard. "Hello, Fingers. I'm your new Aunt Junie May." Fingers stopped playing and turned to look at his new relative. "Yes. Hello. Nice to meet you. What can I do. . ." "Came by to see what kind of man my dearest niece is marrying. Want to be sure she's going to be happy." "I promise, Aunt Junie May, I will do everything in my power to make sure. . ." "Can it, stud. Convince me with your body." Pulling off her top, two large breasts fell naked in his face, with large aureolas that perked to hardness immediately. "Start with these, and don't be shy." He looked up at her face. It was a carbon copy of Mary Jane's and Kaylee's, with a couple more wrinkles than Mary Jane and a shock of short white hair above. Her height was the same as her sister and niece, although her breasts were much bigger than the other women in her family. Roughly, she grabbed his hands and slapped them to her mammaries. "I heard you making music with your hands; that Chopin sounded great. Make music with my tits, let me see what my niece is getting." They locked eyes, and he started to massage her boobs. She dared him with her eyes and he got more and more aggressive with his manipulation, eventually pinching her nipples and roughly pawing her flesh as she sighed and surrendered to him. Plucking one hand away, she thrust it into her crotch to touch her damp panties. He pulled aside the fabric and thrust two fingers upward looking for the source of her wetness. Grinding her pelvis back at him, she moaned as he took a nipple in his mouth and began lightly chewing it. Shuddering, she exploded on his hand and fell to her knees on the tile of the practice room. "Let's see what you've got," she cooed as she unzipped him and took out his member. "Looks like a nice playtoy.' He was astounded at her skill as she got him hard quickly. "Taste test." With one gulp, she swallowed the entire length of his penis down to his pubic hair, something Mary Jane and Kaylee couldn't do, and massaged it with her throat before spitting it out to lick the head. "Nice tasting cock, Stanley. Does Kaylee give good head?" "Yes, Ma'am," he replied feebly. "She should. Taught her everything I know." A drop of pre-cum appeared and she licked it away. "Now for the proof of the pudding. Fuck me." She sat on his lap facing him, impaling herself on his freshly aroused erection and wiggling her ass to settle. "Good God, kiddo, if you were thirty years older, I would have you locked up in my bedroom in a heartbeat. Haven't felt a dick this good for years. Let's do a few good pumps, Stanley. Yes, yes, yes. Kaylee is so lucky. Doggy style now." Jumping up, she leaned against the piano and twitched her butt in invitation. "Fuck me hard, baby." Fingers got up and did as he was told. Her cunt grasped his cock tightly, and he felt that he wouldn't be able to hold out very long. Just when he was ready to shoot, she turned around and said: "That's good enough, put it up my ass now, boy. He's lubed enough, sodomize me." Pulling out, he probed with his cockhead between her cheeks and found her rear entry. It took a couple of pushes before he got in, but once he did, he slid in to the hilt without effort. She quaked and sent a large stream of pungent liquid to the floor from her vagina. "Oh yeah, fuck my ass till you cum, Stanley. You pass the test." He was a little dazed, but it didn't take long before he sent his contribution deep into her bowels. Fortunately, no one walked past the practice room, and the cacophony of music bouncing around the hallway drowned out the sounds of their sexual encounter. She turned around after he pulled out and licked his cock clean, freaking him out completely and making him hard again. "Good sign, boyo. You're young and you're almost ready to go again. Welcome to the family. Give me another shot and I'll let you get back to Chopin." Friday night's rehearsal party started off a relaxed yet noble event. Several members of the University administration were present, as well as the minister and several Zeta alumni. The usual banquet frivolity gave way to a couple of frat brothers giving Fingers and Kaylee some ritual abuse, and the active members of both Zeta houses drifted away as the President of the University made a few remarks. Fingers had no family, so Brice made some comments on his behalf as host of the event. The luminaries left, with only the wedding party, her parents, her Aunt Junie May and current members of the Zeta Omicron Rho fraternity and Zeta Rho Omicron sorority there. The music started a lively dance number, and the dance team from both Greek organizations, wearing only shorts began a kick line with the announcement: "Ladies and Gentlemen, the Brown Berry Revue!" Fingers couldn't believe all of Kaylee's sorority sisters who weren't in the wedding party were dancing around the stage, they boobs keeping time with the school fight song. His frat brothers were hamming it up as well, doing their best Chippendale impersonations and flirting with the sisters. It was amazing how all the men were looking one direction and the women the other until the two dance lines merged for the girls to be lifted and tossed in the air by the boys. Brice Simpson III and his brother Bob were beaming as they shed their coats and started flexing the muscles. Golliwog's Cakewalk Ch. 03 The dance was astounding, and those left in the audience who weren't dead drunk were rapt in attention. Junie May and Mary Jane were sipping their drinks beside a huge pitcher of martinis; Kaylee and Fingers left the head table and went off to a corner. "Are the girls ready?" Fingers asked her, shouting in her ear. "Yeah. When the music stops, they'll take Daddy and Uncle Bob off to the side and start working their magic. I think Daddy's ready to cream his pants right now. How about your guys?" "Well, we've made a big pledge to the Alumni fund already, but it's set. They'll get Junie May onstage and start with her, and ask Mary Jane up as an afterthought." "Is she drunk enough?" "Yeah, she's been matching Aunt Junie May drink for drink. Good a time as any. You ready?" "Yeah." "Kiss me." They wrapped their arms around each other and exchanged a long French kiss which did not break until the music ended with a shout and a shower of confetti. As predicted, Kaylee's father and uncle gladly followed the Zeta girls into the kitchen. All who were left were the Zeta men and Kaylee's mother and aunt. Before he could blink, Junie May got onstage and had the Zeta men all over her, stroking and pawing her through her clothing, which she submitted to with an ecstatic look on her face. Mary Jane took a look at the action, watching as the boys took her sister's clothes off, belted down a shot, and climbed up as well. A couple of tables were brought out, and soon both sisters were flat on the backs, naked, and the object of many questing mouth and hands. Fingers put a mask on his face, and climbed up close to Mary Jane. Six of his frat brothers, three on each side, were stroking her naked flesh; she had two of their dicks in her hands, jacking them off. He came close and the other guys nodded at him. First, he put two fingers into her snatch, making her gasp and writhe. The effects of all the hands was making her insane with lust, and he had no problem getting enough lubrication to finger fuck her. Turning to look at the other table, he could see his brothers were gangbanging his soon-to-be aunt as the others squeezed her breasts. One of them was fucking her face: he groaned and she sucked down a load of protein; another came up to take his place and she greedily sucked his pecker into her hungry mouth. Taking out his cock, Fingers put the head at the entrance of her vagina, waiting for a reaction. It took a minute for her to realize what was happening. She looked at his masked face and screamed: "Yes, fuck me, young man, shove that cock inside me. I'm ready for you!" Being a true Zeta man, Fingers did as he was told. Mary Jane's cunt was as tight as her daughter's and devoured his cock the same way. The look on her face as he fucked her was the same look her daughter had while being penetrated, and she rolled her hips the same way to heighten the experience. Fingers had been able to avoid Aunt Junie May since Tuesday, and he'd abstained in preparation for this night, so it didn't take long before the familiar pressure built up in his loins. "My God, you fuck me so well!" she screamed, "Do it to me, baby." Her sister moaned from across the way, her mouth full with yet another dick while a new intruder was violating her vagina. "Don't stop, don't you ever stop!" The time arrived, and Fingers made sure to empty every drop of his semen into the woman who would become his mother the next day. She bucked hard against him in her own orgasm, accepting his seed, and gasping for air. After he was drained, he pulled out and watched as she smiled up at him briefly, before losing consciousness and falling into a deep sleep. Junie May kept going, turning over to take on three studs at once, until all the other Zeta men were satisfied. Then she sat down at the table, oblivious to her nudity, and slowly finished the last drink in the pitcher before retrieving her clothes. Walking back onstage, she poked her sister roughly in the side and yelled: "Come on, MJ. We've taken all comers. Let's go home." The younger woman stirred, smiled and sat up, looking around confused for a moment, before gathering her clothes and leaning against her sister as they lurched barely clad out the door. Fingers went to the bar and drew his first beer of the evening as Kaylee came out of the kitchen. Her face was pale and white: unusually devoid of makeup. She nodded and he drew her a frosty mug as well. "How did it go?" he asked her. "Oh, it was pretty crazy. Dad and Uncle Bob have a lot of stamina, so it took a long time before they were satisfied. I never knew they had such huge cocks." She took a long sip of her beer. "Tell you a secret: after Uncle Bob came all over Cindy Preston's tits and passed out, the rest of the girls left and I was stuck with Dad. He was pretty juiced, and kept pushing my face toward his cock. It creeped me out at first, but I figured I didn't want my Daddy to get blue balls, so I started jacking him off. He put his hands on my head, grabbed my ears, shoved his cock down my throat and called me 'Mary Jane' before he pulled out and came all over my face." "Damn, who'da thunk it," he said, nodding. "Guess he misses your mom after all." "Yeah. Took me forever to wipe it all off. Did you. . .?" "Yeah, made the deposit at least. We'll see what happens. Just like you." She snuggled up to him and laid her head on his shoulder. "I love you, Stanley." The wedding went off without a hitch, and Aunt Junie May wandered over to the Zeta house afterward for another night's frivolity. Fingers and Kaylee graduated the day after they married, and moved to Manhattan as planned to a huge town house not far from Julliard next door to Mary Jane. Nine months later two baby boys were born, and Mary Jane became obsessed once again with nesting her new son and grandson. Fingers had plenty of time to practice, a peaceful home, and a nicely active sex life, except every three months or so when his Aunt Junie May stopped by, interrupted his practice, and insisted he blast her face with a huge spray of sperm. Golliwog's Cakewalk The next chapter meeting was a very happy gathering. Brother Goggles was smiling broadly as he read the financial report: "We made seventy five hundred dollars on the Cakewalk, with lots of requests to do it again next year. Our alumni gave us another five hundred for suggesting a body painting contest for their gathering, and the other Zetas are happy we kept them at a distance from them. One thousand twenty five hundred bucks should get us through until next fall. Way to go, guys." There was laughter around the room. "Plus we got reconnected to an ancient Zeta tradition," Chubby enthused. "Silence, Brother Chubby. There are secrets we never speak of here, even in this sacred place, even though we all know them," President Bill said with a huge smile on his face. "The Zeta girls won't know what hit them." After the meeting, Fingers went behind the Science Building to meet Kaylee; she was in a better mood than he'd known for weeks. "Thanks for the idea about the bodypainting contest. Some of the girls minded getting naked right off the bat, but the guys enjoyed watching the artists work and the brushes tickled. Charging for every digital picture was great as well, and they were more than happy to sign the contracts not to post them on the Net. For the first time in two years, my butt won't be a mass of bruises this week, and we made more money than ever before. How did your evening with my Mom and her friends go?" Fingers blushed unseen in the darkness. "It was nice: punch, cake and innocent games. I think your Mom had a good time, she told me as much at the end of the evening. She and the other ladies sent us very nice thank you notes." He didn't say that many included phone numbers, e-mail addresses, and suggestions of weekends to visit. "You know, honey, you look so beautiful this evening." Kaylee looked at him and put her hands on her hips. "And you want so badly to get laid your teeth hurt." "No, no, no. There's something I'd like to share with you. A Zeta tradition long lost and rediscovered." He took her into the bushes and they started to make out. He focused on her, stroking her body and legs, making her tingle, before charming her out of her panties. She laid back, and he reached up under her blouse to loosen her bra. Shortly afterward, he was between her legs and she felt the Zeta Ripple for the first time. She had to bite her fist to keep from screaming in ecstasy, writing and thrashing so much he thought all the new leaves were going to fall off the foliage. After she came down from her orgasm, he said: "Was it good for you?" She nodded without speaking. "Would you like to do this again sometime?" Another eager nod. "Would you like to express your appreciation on a personal level?" He had hardly unbuckled his belt before she pulled him out of his pants, engulfing him eagerly and giving him the chance to compare the sensation of ejaculating down her throat with ejaculating down her mother's throat. As she sucked him dry, he wondered what other ancient mysteries Mary Jane could teach him.