Sex in our colleges and universities today is as blatant as it might be at a local house of ill repute. The males think they have to prove their masculinity by making every female they can on campus, and the females, in order to prove their independence, willingly give their bodies to any BMOC who comes along. True, there are many level-headed females who don't think of sexual contact as a game, but they seem to be harder and harder to find. Many coeds not only freely offer their bodies to other students, but to male teachers who might give them better grades.
A college education is an important thing, but it does lack certain fundamental knowledge a person can only learn from experience and growing up. Once again, it is the parents who are to blame for the most part, not offering their children a proper education concerning life, though the truth of the matter is, most parents are poorly educated in this respect, themselves.
Therefore any young girl not properly and correctly prepared beforehand, can be an easy prey to those more than willing to take advantage of her. In college, as in any other place in the world, there are always opportunities, ready to take full advantage of others.
These are the kinds of people who care nothing for the feelings of others as long as they are fully and completely indulged. These are the kinds of people with whom the young ladies in this book become involved. And it is because of such people that these formerly innocent girls grow up as hardened, uncaring women.
CHAPTER ONE
The October sun shone brilliantly down on the large suburban university. MARK UNIVERSITY was what the sign read over the large iron gate through which one had to drive to get on campus. There were two security guards, one on either side of the gate, to check the cars as they came in.
This was one of the larger universities in the northeast, endowed by Thaddeus Mark III to the memories of his father and grandfather. There were more than a dozen large buildings and countless smaller ones over the two miles making up the university. It was just as wide as it was long, with rolling sweeping hills green that would very shortly turn brown and then die as winter came on.
There were well over five-thousand students enrolled at the university, each of whom was paying more than eighty dollars a credit. Naturally there was the huge complex of administration buildings in the very center of the universities grounds, and then there were student dormitories, the various specialized classroom buildings, and the many fraternity and sorority houses that were scattered all over.
In the northern section of the campus two small buildings stood by themselves among a series of large shade trees. The larger of the two buildings was the Delta Omega Gamma fraternity house, and the members of this fraternity were affectionately known as DOGs. The smaller building housed the Kappa Alpha Tau sorority, who were openly called KATs, and more popularly known as pussies.
School had begun three weeks earlier, it now being the second week of October. All the new students were settled in their classes, and it was time for the fraternities to do some recruiting. DOG always got the choicest males, and with good reason.
Tom Ware, the recently elected president of DOG was sitting in the small room where he usually interviewed new applicants to the fraternity. Ware was a senior now, and remembered how, as a freshman, he had been awed at being able to join this terrific fraternity. Well, time passed for everyone, and Ware was now top dog in DOG.
Tom was five-feet-nine inches tall, with sun-bleached hair that would darken with the oncoming winter. He was slender and hard-muscled, having worked hard in his father's real estate business during the summer. Tom worked out with weights and ran at least five miles a day, and was considered the ultimate catch on campus. Knowing it, made Tom Ware avoid any permanent entanglements. Besides, he didn't need any single relationships considering what he had going with the KAT house. , He was seated in a swivel chair behind a small desk, wearing a white shirt open at the collar and blue slacks. A smile widened on his face as the door to the room opened and closed, and Lisa Grey, the president of KAT came in. Each had free access to the other's house at all times.
Like Tom, Lisa was a senior. Her hair was much more golden than his, and would not fade as winter approached. She had a pretty face with wide grey eyes and an upturned pug-nose. Her lips were rounded and full, as were the breasts thrusting against her green sorority blouse. When she walked her wide hips below her narrow waist swiveled.
"Hi, Li," Tom smiled. "I guess you know why I called this private conference today." He motioned her to the chair at the side of his desk, noting how strikingly more beautiful she had become over the summer. He enjoyed the sight of her long, shapely legs crossed beneath her grey skirt.
"This year it's our turn, yours and mine," she smiled. "All those other years we both stared in awe as the president of my sorority met with the president of your fraternity in this room and got ready to sign up new pledges to both organizations. What really galls me is the edge you get out of this."
"What edge?" Tom asked, his eyes wide with feigned innocence.
Lisa ran one hand behind her neck, shaking her shoulder-length straw-gold hair, letting it hang evenly on both sides of her face. The movement lifted and jiggled her lusciously swollen breasts, making them press all the more invitingly against her blouse.
"You know what I mean," Lisa told him. "Each and every one of those frightened little virgins joining KAT has to have her cherry popped by the president of DOG. Whereas the new members of DOG can have their choice of any KAT girl they want."
"I didn't write the rules," Tom told her, leaving his chair and moving around his desk, leaning against it as he stood closer to her.
The beautiful president of KAT had purposely ignored the way her skirt had ridden up, revealing her lusciously tapering white thighs which narrowed into the tight white V of her lovely crotch.
"As president of DOG you do have the power to amend them, or at least convince the rules committee to amend them," she insisted.
"Still can't be satisfied with a single cock," Tom laughed.
"Will you be satisfied with a single pussy?" she asked.
She was smothering a grin as his eyes roamed back and forth between her breasts and thighs. Like all men, Tom Ware was what was euphemistically called a tit-man. When she had come to the university the same year as Tom, she had been attracted to him right from the start, and she had surrendered her virginity to him long before she had joined KAT. That he had possessed her before the then-president of DOG had been their little secret.
"I can always bring it up," Tom nodded. "I assume you want permission to initiate each of the new DOG pledges, personally, rather than allowing your new female initiates freedom of choice concerning DOG members."
"You assume correctly. Tom, I know you can convince them."
"Li, there are more than twenty new pledges at the moment. At least half of them are expected to become members. Do you think you can take on ten men in pne night? Don't forget, the bylaws call for all new DOG members to be initiated on the same night. I'd hate to see you worn out."
"I've been practicing all summer, Tom," she assured him. "Somehow I think I can handle them. Don't forget, each new member of DOG has to pay the usual initiation fee to KAT, as well as a monthly stipend. The girls in my sorority are not nearly as rich as the boys in yours, and we need the money to keep going."
"You'll get it," Tom assured her, feeling a shiver go through him as the blonde girl reached out and squeezed his half-hard cock through his trousers. Another thrill swept over him as she opened his zipper, pulling it down slowly, causing a rush of air to sweep into his open fly and make his balls tremble.
"We always did have a lot going for us," the young blonde said softly, her fingers edging under his shirt and into the top of his undershorts. They moved lower and lower until they had tugged the undershorts down while, at the same time unbuttoning his trousers so they fell around his hips. The girl leaned slightly forward on the chair as if unable to wait to see his cock.
"We still do," Tom huskily groaned, looking down at the top of her head now that she was bending forward. He looked past her head into her open blouse and saw she wasn't wearing a bra. Her taut pink nipples were extended fingers straining to be touched. He studied them longingly, another wave of steam heat sweeping through his balls as her fingers dipped lower and grasped his stiffened cock while his underpants still covered them.
Lisa rubbed the stiff pillar once or twice. Then, very, very slowly, as if she had all the time in the world, she deliberately released it and concentrated on his underpants which were still high enough to cover the penis, though part of his light-brown pubic hair was already showing. Her fingers slipped into the taut elastic of his undershorts and moved around inside, just touching his thighs. She took her time tugging his shorts down, but she eventually managed to do so. Only then did her eyes reveal the excitement which was coursing through her veins. "Good Lord!" she whispered, her hands gripping the purple-domed penis. "That's still the hardest cock I have ever seen. Tom, you really are well-hung."
A nervous spasm shot through the blond president of DOG as Lisa reached for his testicles, pulling on them and closing her tight little fist before pushing them back. His heavy, upthrust cock now swung down to within an inch of her sensuous lips. Tom stifled a choking sound as she used one hand to caress and fondle the rigid column. It was already throbbing, and the purple tip was glistening with lubrication.
Squeezing a little harder on the large clump of the young man's swollen balls, she stared at it with dreamy eyes, then said, "This was the cock that taught me all there was to learn about fucking." She said it with a lustful look in her eyes as she thought back to the night he had somehow almost painlessly rid her of her hymen, bringing on an orgasm that made her realize there were a lot more from where that one had come.
Tom was having difficulty controlling himself.
The way her fingers teasingly lingered and trailed along the length of his cock, together with the firm hold on his throbbing testicles, was driving him close to insanity.
"I'll tell you right now," he said to her. "You might not have been the first girl I ever laid, but you were the first one to suck my cock, and I've never found another girl who could suck cock as good." He tried opening his legs wider to give the beautiful Lisa more room. Without thinking, he reached down, trying to plunge his hands into her blouse.
"Easy, easy," she told him. "I know you like looking at my breasts." Her eye was focusing on the little slit in the tip of his penis. A small glob of seminal oil had popped out, and she was lightly running her tongue hungrily over her lips.
Tom finally got the front of her blouse open, his hands grabbing the fully ripened cones. Lord! They were so beautiful. He sank his fingers into the firm flesh and then moved them to the out-thrust nipples which were so hard, they were begging to be sucked.
"When was he sucked last?" Lisa asked.
He loved the way she talked about his cock, always referring to it as a male person rather than an appendage. That and the way her eyes would go dreamy as she studied the swollen, straining length of hard cock.
"L-Last week," he gasped. His hands were nervously tugging on her lovely nipples, twisting them, but she didn't appear to pay attention to what he was doing.
"Who was it?"
"Mrs. Sealy," he gasped.
"For a forty-five-year-old woman she's still quite nicely put together," Lisa noted, "though she is a little broad in the beam. But then, it wasn't her beam that worked on your cock last week, was it."
Tom shivered as the girls fingers continued sending heated spasms of desire through him. There was something about Lisa Grey that was very special. Not that anything too serious would ever develop between himself and her. Hell! She had fucked and sucked too many cocks to suit him, and for all his so-called loose ways, he was too uptight to make Lisa happy for any length of time. Still, the two of them were able to physically get along better than most couples who had been married a number of years.
"You were too busy with the school orientation and lining up the pledges to come and see me. I know, because I was just as busy."
Her eyes were locked at the little drop of cum on the tip of his penis, and a sudden yearning for it suddenly filled the blonde president of KAT. Her face moved slowly closer and her nostrils caught the first scent of his musky sex, filling her with overpowering desire. Before Tom was able to do or say anything more, her pink tongue had darted out and was pressing against the tightly straining little knot on the underside of his phallus.
Tom's gasp was one of sheer pleasure. He cupped her magnificent breasts and squeezed them, bunching them together quickly, kneading them strongly with his fingers. He closed his eyes and waited for the tongue, again.
It lingered this time, licking delicately at the pulsing magenta. With her fingertips she held it pointing upward. The enormous bulb on top looked like an onion on a stalk. Her slurping tongue licked downward, taking its time, wetting the upthrust shaft all over. She licked all the way to the base as her eyes settled on the throbbing tip. She stared as first one, then another drop of oil dripped from his winking eyelike opening.
Tom, still squeezing her breasts, tried yanking her to her feet. Her nipples were firm little stalks now, unbelievably warm and smoother than silk.
"Not here," she whispered to Tom. "Your housemother might walk in at any second, and I know she gets jealous when she sees either me or one of the girls doing anything with you or your boys, in spite of the fact that she does it all, herself." She resumed her licking of his testicles, making him feel all kinds of nerve-wracking spasms in his balls. "Right now I'll give him a little fun-sucking." She licked a little faster and was rewarded with a little spurt of seminal fluid. It fell, cascading down over the rim of the pulsing dome where she avidly lapped it up.
Tom's hands flew to her hair, grasping two fistfuls as the boiling, seething rage in his throbbing balls continued to mount. He was already at the limit of his endurance. He stared down at the lovely girl whose lips ovaled themselves and proceeded to move over the head of his straining cock. He gave his first loud gasp as her welty heated tongue lapped while her ribboned lips pulled around the pulsing cone. Her oral organ began to methodically lash the underside in a way only she knew how to do, and it brought all kinds of wonderful memories back to Tom Ware.
The fraternity leader grabbed more of Lisa's hair, pulling and tugging on it, forcing her to fall to her knees in front of him. The steaming head of his shaft was now locked in her mouth and she was washing it again and again. Her forehead was pressing against his pelvic bush, and now she lifted her left hand as she clutched his hotly burning testicles. Her right hand joined in, surrounding the doughy balls, squeezing them with a rhythmic milking motion. Her eyes were closed and she stifled an urge to swallow the entire length of his hard cock into her mouth. She began a gentle to-and-fro motion instead, her hot, full lips caressing the rim of the corona, her mouth sliding back and forth over the little ridge. This made Tom jerk and lose all control of himself.
The harder he yanked on Lisa's hair, the more deliberate were her motions. Her lovely breasts hung down, looking most tantalizing and appealing, and he suddenly released her hair with one hand and reached down beneath her shapely young body, finding and squeezing her right mammary.
On her knees, Lisa moved her head down a little now that he was arched forward. His scrotum had become a hardened, hairy mass of hanging flesh. The head of his penis was rhythmically throbbing and almost ready to unleash the contents of his masculinity. Lisa timed everything very carefully, his hand on her breast almost driving her completely out of her mind. Her face pressed forward a little more, feeling his throbbing penis swell, swell, swell.
"Gonna come!" Tom gasped. "Gonna come! Can't hold back! AAAYYYAAAGGGHHHH ... GGGAAARRRGGGHHHUUUGGGHHH!"
Lisa took the first erratic spurtings of his semen as it splashed against the back of her throat. Then, very determinedly, she allowed the rest of his cock to push its way inside, her lips gathering the loose outer skin and drawing it tight.
Tom surprised her by jerking his hips forward, the dome of his cock pushing into her gullet for an instant, startling her. Lisa swallowed quickly, the taste of his cum juices spurring her on as she licked and slurped. She sucked very strongly, clamping tightly to his balls in a vain attempt to delay his ejaculation, but it was too late. He was shooting heavily. She sucked strongly now, ignoring his groans and the tight clutch by which he gripped her breast. Her lips had such a tight pull on his hard cock, the blood was unable to flow back, and as a result, it remained stiff. Lisa's hand squeezed the penis so tightly when she lifted her rubber-banded lips higher, he was unable to fire more sperm into her mouth for a moment, and then she let the rigid penis slam into her gullet again, and another gush of semen rolled down her throat.
Tom was no longer able to control himself. He released her breast, gripping her head very tightly with his fingers. His own head was flung back, and he stared blankly at the ceiling as his inner world continued to thrillingly come apart. He tried hard not to thrust too strenuously, but her mouth and tongue were like well-oiled machines. His balls were swollen and feeding more seed into his cock, and it, in turn, was straining beyond belief because of the way her lips were tightly pursed around it. Her mouth moved so quickly, that even though he'd already had one climax, before he was able to shrink, a second thrilling paroxysm overtook him. Lisa was the only female in the world capable of making him come twice with a single erection.
Lisa, hearing him bellow a loud, "EEEYYYEEEAAARRRGGGHHGHHH!" pushed her mouth all the way down and let his penile head massage the hidden nerve-endings in her throat. He exploded, ripping both of them to pieces, and she came at the same time, uttering, "UUURRRGGGLLLMMPHHAAACOCHHH!"
The blonde woman swallowed rivers of cascading semen, at the same time allowing her tongue to rampantly run along the twitching underside of his bursting penis. The sweet liquid motions of the battering ram in her mouth thrilled her, filling her with bliss. This sensation was something she had experienced the first time she had sucked Tom's cock, and she had experienced it every time after. Though she often came when she sucked other cocks, his was the only one to give her such wonderful spasmodic thrills. No other cock in the world tasted this good to her, and this was why she all but worshipped Tom Ware. She knew he didn't love her, and she accepted it. For one more year she had him, if not to herself, then more than any other one female at the college would have him, and the other boys would help fill in when he wasn't there.
Lisa lapped hungrily, feeling slightly disappointed when the last little dribblings fell into her mouth. She rolled it around on her tongue for a long time before swallowing the semen.
"You're the only one who can make me come twice with one erection," he gasped. "I'd like to know how you do it."
"That's my secret," she told him, not wanting to let him know he was the only boy who reacted that way to her mouth. "You might say it's because I love him." Referring to his cock.
Tom pulled up his pants after he had tucked his cock inside, and after pulling up the zipper, tightened his belt. Then they sat behind his desk and went over the lists of names with the various male and female pledges.
"This one is a definite virgin," Lisa said to him, pointing to the name SYLVIA SILVER. "She's a poor kid who made it on a grant, trying to become part of the in-crowd. She'll be reluctant."
"Well then, we'll have to make her unreluctant," Ware smiled.
CHAPTER TWO
Sylvia Silver was everything Lisa Grey had said, and more. She was tremendously insecure, and being at Mark University on a scholarship only tended to make her feel more insecure. She believed she didn't belong, since this particular university was usually for the extremely wealthy.
Sylvia was all of five-feet-two inches in height, with dark brown hair that was short and upswept behind her head. She had crystal clear brown eyes, a short nose, high cheekbones, and large, appealing lips, the upper one in the form of a cupid's bow. There was nothing extraordinary about her 36-B, 24, 35 body below her long swanlike neck. It was a sexy body, and though she covered it with plaid blouses and dark red skirts-she had three of each-every male on campus knew the treasure hidden beneath. Her full-blown calves showed clearly enough, and almost every male on the campus wanted to be the one to crawl between them, into the dale between what they were certain were columnar thighs.
Sylvia had pledged with the Kappa Alpha Tau house because it had the most popular girls on campus. She was not a naive girl, and she was well aware just why the girls were so popular, and though she was in no hurry to surrender her virginity, she was hoping that they might allow her to join without having to face that "fate worse than death." At the moment, she lived on campus in the large girls' dormitory, which had absolutely no privacy.
It was after study hours that Lisa Grey approached Sylvia and said, "Honey, we've decided we want you in the Kappa Alpha house. Now I'm not going to kid you. Ours is normally the poorest sorority on campus. We support ourselves by convincing the poor little rich boys at Delta Omega to part with a lot of the allowance money their rich parents give them while they come here. Do you catch my drift?"
"Yes," Sylvia said in a small voice.
They were standing outside the school library, and people continued walking back and forth, talking loudly since they were glad to be able to speak now that they were outside the library. No one paid particular attention to either Lisa or Sylvia.
"Syl, we're not asking you to lay down your life for Kappa Alpha, nor are we asking you to accept any kind of a beating or physical impairment. True, we are asking you to surrender a small bit of tissue, but that's all it is. Naturally, as a sorority sister, you have the best of care, and we make certain nothing unexpected happens, no growing problems, if you get my meaning."
"I understand you," Sylvia nodded, exhaling and shuddering a little, clasping her library books close to her bosom.
"Initiation into the sorority is really very simple. You go on a date with the president of Delta Omega Gamma, or the top DOG. Got me?"
"Just a date?" Sylvia asked.
Lisa thought to herself, after all I've just told her she asks if it's just a date. How naive can you get! Aloud, she said, "yes, honey. Just a date. Think you can handle it?"
"Sure," Sylvia nodded.
The dark-haired girl was frightened, and she didn't want to allow herself to think it was anything more than just a date, though deep down she was certain she had understood Lisa's meaning only too clearly.
"What time?" Sylvia asked.
"He'll be by the dorm at eight o'clock."
"The dorm insists everyone be in at eleven."
"He'll have you back by eleven. Don't worry, Syl, after tonight, chances are you'll be living in the KAT house where you won't have any time limit."
Lisa walked Sylvia to the dorm, explaining she wasn't to wear anything fancy, since Tom Ware liked girls who were simply dressed. In reality, Lisa knew Tom had a tendency-to tear clothing, and she didn't want Sylvia to have any of her good things ruined.
So Sylvia went to her room in the girls' dorm where she undressed, managed to get to the bathroom for a shower, and then dressed in a light brassiere, white bikini panties, an opaque yellow orlon sweater, and a green plaid skirt. At five minutes to eight, she went downstairs to the waiting room. There were already some boys waiting for girls there, and they smiled at Sylvia. She smiled back.
One of Tom Ware's good qualities was he was always punctual, especially when there was a virgin waiting to be rid of her status. Tom took the girl to his waiting Mustang II-his father hadn't wanted him to look too ostentatious on campus-and they drove into town. There he took her to a steakhouse.
Dinner was better than anything Sylvia had known since coming to Mark U. They had a wonderful London broiled steak sliced into long, narrow slivers, with a delicious red wine. Sylvia tried not to stuff herself but was unable to help herself when the piping hot delicious slivers of steak were put before her.
Tom Ware was talking to her, but he didn't seem to be nearly the terror she had been led to believe. In fact, it was she, between mouthfuls of steak, who did most of the talking, and she revealed that her parents had been separated for a long time. She had no idea what her religious background was, and she was majoring in designing. They ate slowly, completely relaxed, and it was nine-forty-five when they left the steakhouse. Tom drove for awhile, and by then o'clock, they were back on campus, at the frat house.
"Come on," he told her. "You'll get a chance not too many freshman girls have. You'll see the inside of a fraternity house."
Sylvia smiled, feeling more and more relaxed. She liked Tom; enjoyed his company. No wonder so many girls on campus were crazy for him.
He led her inside and there was the large waiting room with four different couches, all of them occupied with frat members who were openly necking with the girls destined to become her sorority sisters. Taking her by the hand, Tom led her upstairs to his own private room and shut the door, saying, "We don't want those others downstairs to think we're listening in on them."
"Oh no, of course not," Sylvia agreed, looking around.
The room was nice enough, decorated with the usual street posters and traffic signs. The bed, which had the covers already turned back, was not huge, though two people might sleep in it with some degree of comfort.
Sylvia reluctantly accepted his-offer of a drink. Alcohol was not something she particularly cared for, and certainly not in great quantities. Tom insisted, telling her she had to cultivate a taste for the finer things in life. That seemed to make some kind of sense so she agreed to one drink.
It was a strong one-so strong in fact that Sylvia wasn't certain she'd be able to swallow all of the fiery liquid. She tried not to make a face as she took a tentative sip. Yeccchhh! It tasted like iodine to her. The liquid seared her throat all the way into her stomach.
Sylvia felt more and more relaxed, being so pleasantly stuffed with steak. On an empty stomach the drink she had taken might have made her throw up. With the food as a buffer, the potent liquor took its time seeping into her system, and she sat down on the sofa to the left of the door, resting her elbow and the scarred and almost broken-down end table. Tom poured himself some fizz water, never drinking any of the hard stuff, himself. He found it was good for breaking down a female's resistance, though, and so kept a bottle on hand. He put his own glass down and joined Sylvia on the small sofa.
Immediately the eighteen-year-old girl discovered that she was exceedingly nervous with him beside her. Though her mind would not allow her to put her finger on it, there was something more than a little disturbing about the way he was crowded against her. When he reached to put an arm around her shoulder, his fingers came under her arm and seemed to be accidentally touching the side of her breast.
Whenever he was with a girl for the first time, Tom Ware, for all his supposed suavity, felt a little nervous. Now he shivered a little feeling the incredible warmth she was giving off, and his fingers pressed a little more strongly into the rounded contours of her breast. Sylvia squirmed a little, causing his hand to move higher and rest on her shoulder. All the while he was staring at the delightful lines in her skirt made by the tug of her voluptuously flared hips. Had she not been sitting he would have been able to see the rounded contours of her lovely buttocks, as well. Mentally, he was already envisioning her undressed. It seemed all the more exciting because of what Lisa had told him-about her being a virgin. Though he had enjoyed more than his share of women, he had never personally known a virgin, before. He had only been promoted to the presidency, actually elected to the presidency at the close of the spring term, four months earlier. Then school had ended for the semester. Now he was first trying out his new-found powers as the head of Delta Omega Gamma. This was to be the first of many virgins, provided the other girls who were pledged to the sorority still had their hymens intact. This one was so new, so fresh, so purely innocent, and he was going to corrupt her. This caused a mounting urgency to make his loins swell as his body responded to the ripely voluptuous body by his side. He was flushed and sweating because of the heat that seemed to be coming from her luscious form.
Sylvia, breathing heavily, was hoping that what she knew was going to happen wouldn't happen. She sat back on the sofa with his arm around her as he asked, "Are you okay?"
"Uhhhh ... yes, sure," she replied. It seemed silly to be concerned about the way he was behaving at the moment. One didn't spend so much money on a girl with the expectation she was to be treated like a whore. As long as things didn't get out of hand she had no intention of behaving like some silly little prude. But even as she thought this, she saw Tom smiling, feeling a bit more reassured as his fingers reached under her arm and touched the curve of her breast again.
Sylvia was breathing all the more rapidly now, and she began feeling very nervous. She didn't know what to do or say. Lord! She did want to join the sorority. It was time for her to stop being an outsider. His fingers were gliding more and more around her body, reaching for, and finally touching, her nipples. Tingles ran through her, and though she tried convincing herself Tom wasn't really touching her there, the tingles told her otherwise. She wiggled, but this time he didn't let go Tom was quickly losing the ability to contain himself. Though he always wanted to seem like a suave, urbane man who knew it all, the truth of the matter was he was a man who had just recently attained his maturity. All evening he had been restrained and polite, knowing this was a girl who knew nothing, and therefore had to be handled a bit more gently. But now, being so close to this lovely little virginal vision, he was allowing his baser instincts to begin taking control. Hell! When one of the other chicks on campus whom he dated didn't put out, he shook her up a little-though not really hurting her-and she eventually came around to his way of thinking. There was no reason why this cunt shouldn't be reasonable, too. His rapidly vanishing self-control was sinking to lower and lower levels. All he was able to think of was that fantastically beautiful and smooth young feminine body hiding under that sweater and skirt.
It came to a point where he was no longer able to keep himself under control. His carnal desire for her made him act. He moved closer, thinking the time for subtlety had long gone. Now was the time to "stroke boldly," and "stroke" he did. He moved his hand firmly over the soft firmness of her rounded breast, an agonizing spasm of wanting suddenly making his testicles swell.
"Tom, please," the young lady protested. "Look, it's been, a wonderful evening until now. Must you spoil it all by doing something like ... this?" Her hand very gently removed his fingers from her tingling breasts.
The real estate student was now beginning to snicker and laugh to himseTf at the way the girl was behaving. Hell! She knew what was going to happen. If it didn't happen she wasn't going to become a KAT. Maybe she had been told to play hard-to-get and make it all the more interesting for him.
Tom's arm wrapped itself around her body, and with an overpowering strength she was unable to fend off, clamped her tightly in his surrounding arms, forcing her pretty face to his. Hell! He'd been hot to kiss this one from the moment he'd seen her. There was something about the innocent way she was behaving that really had him hungry for her. His heatedly brutal mouth came down solidly on her mostly tender lips as he eased the weight of his hard-packed body over hers and pushed her so that she was all but lying on the sofa.
Unable to restrain himself, Tom panted and pulled the zipper on her skirt, down.. She tried struggling, but his other arm still had her arms pinioned to her sides, and as she struggled, lifting her buttocks repeatedly from the sofa, he managed to tug the skirt down and off. There was no idea in his starved mind at the moment other than the complete disrobing of this beautiful and delectable young woman. Not that he wanted to be selfish and merely take from her. He wanted to give to her. He wanted to teach her that what he intended doing was pleasurable beyond the wildest boundaries of her imagination. Yes, there had to be some pain-after all, she was still a virgin. But after tonight that was a problem he would wipe out forever. Then she, like all the other chicks in Kappa Alpha, would be begging him to fuck her. She'd plead to be allowed to take his cock in any and every hole in her body. Yeah, he'd show this sweet little innocent thing just how good it was all going to feel.
"Oh no!" she cried, weeping instead of screaming. She wept softly, gasping, "Oh no! No! No! Please don't do this to me!"
At least she was crying soft enough not to disturb anyone else in the frat house. Yeah, she knew it had to be done, even if she was begging him not to do it. Well since her entering Kappa Alpha depended on his entering her, he was going to do her the favor of her life and fuck her.
Sylvia finally managed to free her arms, and her fingers jabbed at his face and tore at his hair, though there was really very little pressure behind her thrusts. She was fast losing any hope of escaping what her subconscious had known to be inevitable. Words alone were certainly not going to restrain him, and she simply didn't seem to be strong enough to fight him off. He was obviously determined to have his way with her, and no matter how hard she struggled it would be to no avail. He tugged her yellow sweater up, forcing her arms over her head with the very violence of the way he lifted the sweater. He pulled it off her head, then tugged it from her flailing arms, throwing it across the room as he lifted her body and carried her, struggling, to the bed. Her upswept hair was slightly disarrayed as he dropped her on the bed and she rolled onto her belly. That was fine with Tom, who reached down and with a swift, practiced movement, unsnapped her brassiere.
"Oh my gosh, no!" Sylvia gasped, and as he spun her onto her belly, she began kicking, hard. He tugged off her shoes, then pulled off her knee-high stockings while she lay there, hugging her brassiere to her. Then he reached out and yanked hard, and her bra came flying away, exposing the whitely soft pear shapes of her lovely breasts. They were like large pillows of milk, bouncing and quivering with the fantastic contortions of her moving body.
Once more clamping her arms tightly to her sides, Tom lowered his wetly parted lips to her pink, never-before-kissed budding little nipple and brushed the warm, silken flesh which felt softer than satin on velvet. The terrified Sylvia gasped and once again pleaded, "Oh no! No! Don't do this to me!" Her head arched back in pain as the youth's teeth chewed on the billowy succulence of her swollen pap. At the same time Tom's hand moved between her white, smooth thighs before she was able to clamp them shut. He probed hungrily for her heated little vaginal tunnel, still protected by the gauzy sheerness of her white bikini panties.
Hungering animal wantonness streaked through the fraternity president, and his blood throbbed in his penis. He ran his hands over her lush body again and again as she flailed her legs up and down, weeping silent tears, though little by little her strength was waning.
Tom shuddered, feeling the arteries pounding in his temples as his staring eyes focused themselves on the sheer, flimsy panties creasing the soft whiteness of her belly and hips. They stretched very tightly over the mound of her slightly raised pelvis, failing to conceal entirely the dark triangle of soft young pubic hair at the junction of her firm, milk-white thighs.
Tom, more hot and bothered at the moment than he had been earlier in the day with Lisa Grey, forced another kiss on Sylvia as he tried tugging down her bikini panties with one hand while pinning her arms with his other hand and arm. No matter how hard he tried, he found it impossible because of the terrible head-on collision between their two tremendous desires: Sylvia's terrible and desperate struggle to protect her innocence, and his maddened passion for her sensual young body. The gnawing agony in Tom's groin had become a tormenting torture, and he was no longer able to withstand the terrible pain. With a powerful jerk of his wrist he simply tore off the terrified Sylvia's flimsy little seat-covering, feverishly pulling the cloth out from beneath her round buttocks and revealing her entire white nakedness lying there helplessly beneath him.
His heart was slamming against his ribs with the power of a riveting hammer, and Tom took his hand from her body and moved it to his own trousers, undoing the belt, unsnapping the top hook of his pants, tugging down the zipper, and kicking off his shoes at the same time. Without wanting to, he was forced to loosen his grip on Sylvia, and suddenly she jerked free, pulling herself out of reach. She stumbled to her feet and ran to the door, and was about to turn the doorknob, when Tom called to her, "Do that, and you'll be the laughing stock of the entire university."
"Wh-what do you mean?" Sylvia gasped, facing him, pressing her naked back against the door. After years of being an outsider, the one thing Sylvia had learned she was unable to take was being laughed at. That terrified her even more than the loss of her virginity.
"I mean people will see you running naked through this frat house, and out of it, if that's what you want. They'll assume that I took your prized virginity from you anyway, and when you aren't made a member of Kappa Alpha, they'll all think it's because you were a lousy lay. You'll be ostracized by everyone on campus, the frat and sorority members, and the non-members, because you'll show up as being just not good enough."
"My dear Lord!" Sylvia gasped. "You'd tell them...."
"I won't say a word," Tom told her. "The men looking at your naked body will merely assume, as will the girls downstairs in the waiting room."
"Give me my clothing," Sylvia pleaded.
"No," he said, walking over to her and taking her wrist. "I brought you here to fuck you, and that's just what I'm going to do. What's more, when it's over, you'll not only want more, but you'll be like all the other Kappa Alpha girls, never getting enough of it."
He pulled and her resistance was only token as he brought her back to the bed. She lay down, face-down, letting him stare at her smooth buttocks. Abruptly, she turned her head and looked at him, saying, "Maybe you will fuck me, as you so crudely put it, Tom, but I won't give myself to you, willingly." And she twisted herself over in an instant as the dark-blond frat president continued admiring her whitely open naked body. His eyes ran from top to bottom, and he had to admit he liked what he saw. He was also more aware than ever of her genuine girlish innocence. Yet underneath all that girlishness he detected a hotly sensuous female. Sylvia had that special something about her that so very few females had. Once she was awaked to sex, she would give her all.
She lay gasping on the bed as Tom took the time to slowly remove his own clothing. The moment she saw the huge throbbing spear standing out from his loins, Sylvia had to repress a scream. When he approached her, leaning down to kiss her and pressing the burning spear against her thigh, she felt the burning penis sear her and once more she Was struggling. Tom was hotter than the proverbial two-dollar pistol, and the pleasurable pain filling his balls had to be eased. Applying some of his strength he brutally tugged Sylvia's thighs apart. When she resisted, he tugged even harder, strengthened by the need to fuck. Sylvia did her best to pull away from him, even reaching up and pressing her hands against the flat of his stomach in a hopeless attempt to shield her nakedly defenseless vagina from this wanton ravishment. The mere touch of her trembling fingers, mere inches from his super-heated phallus, served to make his mad desire for her that much greater. When her hand slipped and the heel of her palm accidentally brushed over the blood-bloated head of his anxiously pulsating penis, what little self-control he did have left, deserted him.
"Sylvia," he gasped, "you're a beautiful woman. I'm telling you right now, there isn't a girl who leaves this college without having been fucked at least once. I just have to fuck you. Hell! Stop fighting! If it isn't me it'll be some other guy. I'm telling you right now, if you don't fight me, I can probably pop that cherry of yours with a minimum of pain. More important, you'll learn first hand and very quickly how much fun sex can be. After that, you'll be a KAT, and if you don't want to screw for me, you'll have your choice of all the other DOGs in the frat house. Please, Sylvia, I'm asking nicely, don't fight me."
He was lying on top of her now, between her widespread thighs, enjoying the way her loins quivered and trembled. His throbbing penile tip probed between her labia, and she tried pulling away, struggling again, but he had her pinned down, and now, by God, he was going to fuck her. He pushed a little, and his penile tip slipped between the softness of her vaginal lips, rubbing up and down, searching out the little nave in her slit.
"Ohhhhhhh, pllllleeeeaaaasssse...." she whimpered. "Oh Tom, Tom, please don't do it. Please! Please! Please!"
"Honey, if I don't do it and you still manage to get into Kappa Alpha, you're gonna have to do it for the next guy in this frat. KAT survives by getting money from the DOG brothers. It needs that money to go on existing, so you're going to use your body, anyway."
"Ohhhhh noooooo!" she gasped, her eyes filled with floods of outpouring tears as she continued pleading to be spared this horrible degradation. Tom was in no mood to play games, and with an impatient thrust, pushed his licentiously stiffened penis into the girl's tenderly defenseless cunt. The writhing young coed gasped and hoarsely tried screaming, but the sounds wouldn't come out as pain and terror filled her at the brutality of what was happening.
Pain filled her for a moment, but she was so elastic, that virgin though she was, the pain proved only temporary. Even the snapping of her hymen, though a trifle uncomfortable, was not agonizing.
Tom felt a welcome surge of relief sweep through his loins as the tightly hot walls of her bedewed cunt-for it was indeed a lot wetter inside than either of them had suspected-closed around his throbbingly stiff pole of flesh.
For all her elasticity, her vagina was one tight little cauldron. It became more and more lubricated with every forward lunge as he sank his immense penis another millimeter into the heated pinkness of her wetly cringing tunnel. He held her securely by her upper arms as she continued sobbing and weeping, and jerked her tortured torso in an effort to escape him and the way he was stretching her narrow interior. She knew the real pain would come a little later. Her trembling legs continued to flail out though she was nearly completely worn out. Her body was screaming for breath as she tried filling her aching lung with air, and her painfully opened vagina, no longer virginal, was left wide open and unguarded. He thrust himself solidly into her, throwing all his weight behind his ramming penis, and it charged like a tunneling drill into the blazing depths of her feminine interior, sinking deeper, deeper, deeper, while strangled hoarse cries escaped her dry, parched lips. Tom, feeling a genuine liking for the girl, kissed her tear-streaked cheeks as his powerful loins slammed wickedly against hers and the girl twisted her head madly from side to side, tossing her thick, luxuriant hair this way and that so that it was no longer upswept but completely disheveled. She continued trying to fight, but her strength was slowly but surely disappearing.
Ignoring her feeble blows, he moved his hands beneath the soft, warm, rubbery cheeks of her lovely buttocks, and cupping a hotly fleshy mound with each set of fingers, he lifted her violently struggling loins solidly against his rotating pelvis, thrusting with renewed vigor so that his straining groans nearly drowned out her tearful sobs. Heavy sheets of sweat rolled from the lust-crazed real-estate student's forehead as he buried his hotly swollen cock ever deeper into the lovely naked girl's ravaged young pussy. It felt to Tom as if his entire body had suddenly become very numb, save for the lengthy solid shaft of his shuddering cock. Now the whole of his entire inner being was concentrated into a single, pulsating, thrillingly overpowering sensation that seemed to grow and swell with every solid thrust and twitch of his shuddering loins. Her sodden vaginal passage, dripping with a combination of his oils, her oils, and a little of her virginal blood, was now heavily lubricated, and her cunt was automatically clamping hotly around his throbbing cock, her softness offering a perfect contrast to the hardness of his penis.
Tom continued pounding into her, and Sylvia kept wriggling like a helplessly pinned butterfly. The man was raising himself a little, balancing himself on one hand while he used the other hand to caress her pinkly erect, sweat-soaked nipples, rubbing her equally pink areolae, as well.
Sylvia was starting to feel something deep inside her. What little discomfort she had originally felt, was now gone. A new, different kind of feeling was starting to build in her, and though she was still struggling against the man, she realized there was no way for her to bring her body under control.
Tom felt the subtle changes taking place in the girl as he knew they would. He pumped faster now, his penis starting to swell, becoming harder as he rammed it deeper, ever deeper into Sylvia's squirming body. She continued writhing and wriggling, but she was no longer trying to escape him.
"Wow! What a tight little cunt you have," he gasped. "I can't remember when I've fucked one that's tighter."
He found it impossible to believe how good it felt as the young girl's strong, muscular vaginal walls clutched his aching cock like a clenched fist. Whether she liked it or not, Sylvia was pulling Tom's prick deeper and deeper into her hungrily sucking vaginal depths.
He kept his rigidly lengthy penis buried inside her, not moving it for a moment, letting it momentarily marinate in her cunt juices. Sheesh! The walls of her cunt had suddenly come completely alive as they beat against the head of his penis, throbbing, pulsating, clutching at the invading column of his masculinity, desperately trying to pull the long tan length even deeper into her shamelessly aroused interior.
"You like it," Tom was gasping. "I can tell. You like it!"
"Ohhhhhhh ... ahhhhhhhh heaven help me ... yes ... yes ... I like it, I like it.
"Do it to me, Tom. Do what you said you were going to do. Fuck me! Fuck me hard, fuck me deep. Please ... please ... keep fucking me!"
Sylvia was groaning, unable to believe such words were spilling out of her mouth. She had never used such language in her entire life. Her mind was awhirl with this new-found passion building in her.
The young brunette's entreaty acted as a goad to the perspiring Tom, who had won again, and now that he had won, all that counted was making sure shee enjoyed all this as much as he. He continued slamming his pleasure-giving cock all the way into her sexually awakened tunnel. With a swiftly smooth snap of the hips, he began pounding his throbbing organ back and forth, back and forth as his balls slapped against her anal aperture.
Sylvia was gasping now, but these were animal gasps of lusting pleasure and no longer cries of sorrow. Her entire body jerked and twisted and squirmed in total obscene abandonment, a constant gasp escaping from her half-open mouth, her lovely face contorted with primitive lust as madly raging desires took over her entire body. Heavy beads of perspiration ran from under her armpits down the sides of her body to the mattress, beneath.
"Yes, yes, yes," Sylvia gasped. "Now that you've made me feel this new, wonderful feeling, don't stop. Harder! Harder! Harder! Don't ever stop! Give me all of that stick. "AHHHHHHH!"
Tom had seen many females react to his fucking, but he had never seen a virgin snap into line so quickly. Nor had he ever seen a coed, virginal or otherwise, this passionate. She made all the other females he had ever fucked, including Lisa Grey, look like rank amateurs. To think, this was happening while she was losing her virginity! Imagine how she would react with a little experience.
"You asked for it, fucker," he gasped. Now you're really going to get it." He pounded his hard cock' all the more solidly into her, gripping her buttocks that much more tightly, squeezing them, tugging her up against him. He felt the raw, smooth flesh of her open cunt tightly clenching and unclenching the entire time, keeping the rhythm of his plundering thrusts as her cunt sucked strongly on his heated length of penis. Her breasts wobbled and wildly bounced this way and that, and the sight was so arousing he slammed into her even harder. Her eyes and nostrils flared like those of a maddened animal.
Sylvia was going insane with passion, moving her vagina so violently, that on each backstroke, her pussylips clutched the head of Tom's cock, to keep it from slipping all the way out. When he thrust forward, it was like slamming into a vacuum tunnel. He was tugged all the way in. Her sweat-soaked belly slapped loudly against that of Tom, and the noise filled the little room.
Sylvia had no idea this was what sex was all about. She had read about it, of course, and she had poo-pooed the wondrous feelings women were supposed to have when indulging in it, but now, experiencing it first-hand, she realized it was even better than the books claimed. Her body rose and fell, rose and fell, and the drilling of flesh and muscle inside her was thrilling her no end. Though her mother had often warned her against this, she realized now that her mother had never been able to enjoy it. Her father, whoever he might be, had never made it pleasurable. But Tom was making it wonderful for her, and if she remembered everything she had read correctly, there was supposed to be a pot of gold-feeling at the end of this wonderful rainbow.
"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" she gasped, feeling the rhythm throb through her, knowing her body was rapidly nearing the first of many orgasms she was destined to enjoy in her lifetime. This was all so wonderful and incredible. She had never known such delightful sensations were hidden within her body. She was dazed by flashing colors that exploded in her brain. High voltage blasts of lightning desire shot through her body like waves of shuddering electricity. If this was dirty and terrible, then Sylvia realized that all the things she had been taught to be good and clean were not what she wanted. Her mother had taught her austerity and deprivation. She wanted more of this wonderful thrill. She wanted more and more and more.
Her wildly churning hips swung across the mattress from side to side in an uncontrollable savage urge to swallow even more of him inside her. He gripped her with his powerful arms, pulling her wriggling belly all the more solidly against his own stomach. Sheer, raw fire seared the interior of the bursting, lust-inflamed cock filling her.
"HHHUUUNNNHHHH! GGGHHHAAANNNGGGHHHH! HHHUUURRRGGGHHHH! EEEYYYAAANNNGGGHHHH! UNGH! EEEYYYAAAGGGHHHH!" she bellowed and she started spasming insanely, coming, though Tom didn't slow for a moment. Instead, he crammed his throbbing prick into her again and again, to the very hilt, straining his loins forward so that not even a little bit was left outside the naked girl's hungrily arching and sucking vagina. Her body arched again and again, and this time she shrieked like a wounded animal, the sound of her voice carrying beyond the room, throughout the entire fraternity house, letting everyone know Tom Ware had succeeded only too well with her. The impaled young coed convulsed again and again, quivering all over as her orgasmic oils washed all over Tom's throbbing cock. The seeping vaginal flow dripped out and soaked Tom's scrotum, as well.
Tom knew there was no way he was going to restrain himself any longer. His strong fingers bit into the softly fleshy cheeks of her buttocks as pain made his balls swell even more in the shrunken testicular sac. He stroked all the harder into the girl's shuddering cunt, pounding more and more viciously into her, moving faster and deeper.
"Oooooohhhhh ... aaaahhhhh ... hhhuuu nnnhhhh!" Sylvia punctuated his every thrust with a soulful cry, grinding her upturned buttocks into the mattress while clutching his thighs with her own loins.
"AAAIIIGGGGHHHH ... AAARRRGGG!"
Tom grunted, and he began spraying his seed into her, flushing her entire vagina with burning torrents of his heated semen. He shot one load after another into her. Again and again and again and again the lengthy, rigidly pulsing penis jerked into the depths of her wetly clasping and sucking tunnel.
Tom lay on top of Sylvia, unable to move for the moment, and Sylvia was unable to move, as well. Her eyes went to the clock on the wall. It said ten-thirty. They had a half hour to get back to the womens' dorm.
The penis inside her was shriveling now, withering and shrinking to a tiny version of itself. When it was totally deflated, it slipped from her vaginal depths smoothly as Sylvia first realized how much she missed it. She was gasping, almost wheezing as she fought to regain her breath.
After ten minutes, Tom was able to sit up, and looking down at her, said, "You just passed your initiation, Sylvia. You're a member of KAT, now. If you want, we can go to the girls' dorm and get your things and move them into the sorority house."
"I earned it," Sylvia nodded, standing, feeling his sperm running out of her. "Yes, I want to move into the sorority house. But I also want to make certain I don't have any little Tom Wares running around inside me."
"Don't worry," he assured her. "I had a mild attack of polio when I was young. It didn't paralyze me, but it left me temporarily sterile. The doctors say I won't be making babies until I'm in my thirties, so you're safe."
And I'm accepted, Sylvia thought.
CHAPTER THREE
The Kappa Alpha Tau sorority house was as different from the girls' dorm as it was from the fraternity house. Perhaps the sorority house had a better housemother, or perhaps the girls were that much more insistent on cleanliness. In any case, the KAT house was very clean. The furniture was old but servicable, and though it was theoretically against the rules to have boys in the rooms, all the girls were entertaining. Ther were twenty double-rooms in the sorority house, though Lisa Grey, as president, had moved into the one single room.
As Sylvia walked through the upstairs hallway, being led to the room she would eventually share with another new member-yet-to-come, she noticed the girls didn't bother shutting their door while "entertaining." She wondered if she would be blatant enough to let everyone and anyone look in on her when she was earning money for good old Kappa G Alpha.
Her room was small, with two beds in it, one against the east wall, and one against the west wall. Each room had its own private closet-like lavatory, but the shower was in the main bathroom. The window in her room looked out over the southern end of the campus. Since her room was in the rear of the house, all Sylvia was able to see was some rolling expanse of campus lawn, some trees, and the highway beyond the high fence, beyond.
Lisa came to her room while she was putting things in the chest of drawers near the west bed. She had chosen that bed because it had a firmer mattress and stronger springs, and she knew both were going to get one helluva workout over the next four years.
Now that she had become one of a group, she intended to remain. There was safety and security in numbers. No more standing on the outside and looking inside for her. Three years from now she intended being in Lisa Grey's spot. She would be president of the sorority. Sylvia had quickly become aware that her popularity in the sorority would depend on the incoming girls and the various boys in Delta Omega. How she stood with the older girls wouldn't mean a damn thing, though it would always be wise to be close to the president, whoever she might be.
"Welcome, Lisa said to her. I hear you passed with flying colors, and when I say I hear, I mean we heard you all the way over here."
Sylvia colored a bit-and smiled, saying, "I've decided to dedicate myself to Kappa Alpha whenever I'm not studying or involved with schoolwork. Every date will be made with the benefit of KAT in mind at all times."
"I like that kind of thinking," Lisa told her. "There are very few girls here who do think that way. Each of them, for the most part, is concerned with what KAT can do for her. Be smart, Sylvia. Don't nuzzle up to all the incoming members of DOG. Half of them won't be around next year. Find the smartest of the young ones-the one who looks like he'll eventually become fraternity prexy, and give him a little more time than the others. You let me know when you've finally made a choice, and if I think he's all right, I'll do whatever I can to get him in good with Tom Ware. Tom'll see to it he becomes popular, and next year he might be elected frat treasurer. If that happens, he'll probably keep the job for another year, and in his senior year he'll be elected president. If you're on the right side of him from the start, as I was with Tom, one day you'll head this little sisterhood."
"That's just what I want," Sylvia nodded.
"Good," Lisa smiled. "I like you, Sylvia. I think we're going to hit it off really well. By the way, a lot of the girls in KAT are also in fashion designing. Aside from being able to help you in certain classes, they'll also let you know what future profs to avoid so you won't get low grades. Grades are everything in this university. The higher the grade the better your chances of joining a good fashion design house when you leave here. This is one of the top schools in the country for art and fashion design."
"I know," Sylvia nodded. "That's why I was so overjoyed to get a scholarship here."
"A scholarship? A full scholarship?"
"Uh huh!"
"Hey, you must have terrific ability. I think you'll be a definite plus to Kappa Alpha Tau. By the way, starting from your next period on, begin taking birth-control pills. Until then, stay away from the other DOGs, if you get my meaning."
"I follow you," Sylvia nodded.
"Good! In the meantime, I'll personally see to it you don't have to undergo anymore treatment until then."
"Too bad!" Sylvia said, and both girls smiled.
CHAPTER FOUR
It was Saturday evening, and all the KAT girls, save for the two who were in their time of the month, were sitting in the large sorority sitting room, on one side. On the other side were twelve remaining male pledges from Delta Omega.
The girls, including Sylvia, were all wearing diaphanous dressing gowns with nothing else underneath. One was barely able to see through them, and it was obvious the twelve pledges were about to suffer from severe eyestrain.
"Gentlemen!" Tom Ware said. "You are the remaining twelve who have survived, to date. Since we presently have room for only ten, two of you will eventually be dropped. However, to spur all twelve of you to do your utmost to earn your place in Delta Omega, we've decided to give you a little show. All the ladies you see will eventually be available to new members. As you doubtless know, KAT is-dependent on DOG for survival. Therefore you will be paying a small stipend for the services of these ladies. Now before you men get cute, just remember, these girls are not whores. They are not doing this for themselves, and, as a matter-of-fact, if the sorority didn't need the money so badly, they'd gladly offer themselves free of charge since all of them love all of us."
The men laughed lightly, and the women giggled.
"Lisa," Tom continued, "who is the house prexy, is going to give you guys a demonstration of just what she's capable of doing, if and when you guys complete your pledge programs properly and are eligible to join the fraternity. Just remember, our frat is not only unique at Mark U. but probably all over the country."
"Unlike the house presidents before me," Lisa said, "I'm not going to put on a one-woman show. That would be easy enough, and it would arouse you boys, I guess, but I want you to get an idea of what you'll really be in for when you come to KAT. So aside from myself, I'm going to use Sylvia, Alma, Bea, Candi, and Didi."
This was Sylvia's first orgy, and though it was a demonstration, in essence for nothing, she intended keeping her promise in going all out for KAT. Along with the other four girls mentioned, she slipped off her robe, letting the pledges see what she looked like in the altogether, and if they didn't whistle-as pledges they had not only been pledged to secrecy but absolute silence-their eyes spoke louder than their mouths. Sylvia felt all of them look at her as well as the other girls. If they stared it was not out of curiosity, but desire. She was wanted as much as any of the others, and to Sylvia that was extremely important.
Four of the present members of Delta Omega also undressed, one of whom was Tom Ware. He walked right up to Sylvia and the two of them immediately eased to the floor where the carpeting, ratty though it was, provided enough of a cushion. Since the girls kept the room fastidiously clean, Sylvia wasn't worried about her body picking up any unwanted vermin. She was already a totally different kind of female from the one who Tom had initiated a few nights earlier.
It was amazing what people were willing to do, Tom thought, once properly initiated and prepared. He took Sylvia's palm and proceeded to tongue it, sending tiny explosive vibrations through her shuddering body. Then he moved her hand lower and wrapped it around his penis, noting how willingly Sylvia gripped the huge, purple-headed organ.
The penis felt so massively large and lusty in the hand of the newest member of Kappa Alpha Tau. She wanted to make it swell and enlarge even more and squeezed it tight, jerking it up and down so the head began weeping a slow liquid ooze. Tom's hands were now free to manipulate her beautiful rose-tipped breasts to diamond-hard, red-poker-pointed readiness. His tongue plunged into her waiting mouth. Sylvia sucked on it hungrily and eagerly, no longer the timidly afraid little virgin. Tom had introduced her to the delights of the flesh, and she intended enjoying it all-all. All the while her hands continued feeling his thick, monstrous penis swelling to even greater proportions under her hands. The juices seeping from the tip helped her get it wet and slick as she tugged with a quickening rhythm.
* * *
Lisa loved showing her body to people. She was a natural exhibitionist. One of the frat boys, Robert Leliner, had approached her. He was a sophomore, and not too well acquainted with her physical charms, and she decided to make him know her better. She threw the dark-haired, dark-skinned, sharp-faced boy onto his slender back, and she had thrown herself on top of him. Lisa clamped her mouth to his, her tongue delving between his lips, and he accepting it very gratefully. She behaved as if her tongue were a penis, and his mouth was a cunt, and she was fucking it, her white breasts mashed against his heavily panting bony chest. She shuddered with delight, feeling his monstrous penis ballooning into a gigantic, blood-engorged instrument almost rivaling that of Tom Ware. It pressed hard against her belly, and she trembled with lascivious desire. Her shuddering stomach was quaking with lewd excitement, anticipating, feeling, waiting, as Robert's slender hands clutched the moon-round orbs of her little ass in a lusting vise. He stared at her in wonder, never having really known how fabulous she was, before, his eyes growing even wider as she tugged her mouth away and slid her body down between his thighs to lie and stare at the tremendously thick shaft and swollen tip of his elephantine cock. The member stood up from between his skinny thighs like a huge tan spike. Lisa, who loved sucking, immediately lowered her head and took the wonderful organ between her pink lips, ovaling her mouth lovingly around it.
While she was sucking, hands were busy playing with her rectum. She was too busy to look. At the moment she didn't even care. The hands were pulling her orbs slowly apart, and a penile head was being forced into her rectum. She had felt one there so many times before, this one only thrilled her all the more.
* * *
Morris Schmm, like Rob Leliner, was a sophomore. He was just under six feet in height, with black hair, brown eyes, dark skin, and a shy disposition. He found it hard to approach any of the Kappa Alpha girls, even though he, like all the other members of DOG, had paid a whole semester's worth of fees at the beginning of October. He was one of the four males participating because Tom Ware had insisted he join in. Ware felt he wanted all his boys to enjoy themselves all the time. Morris hadn't been doing so, and now Ware was seeing to it Morris was getting laid with a vengeance.
The shy boy found himself pinned down by the four remaining females. Alma had fondled and stroked him, fondling his penis until it was hard and ready as he lay on the floor. Then she had lowered her wide-open, pink pussy on his air-spearing phallus, impaling her lovely body on the full length of his enormously aching rod. He bucked under her and she calmed him, saying, "Hush, honey. Just let me captain this one."
Alma was a redhead with long, flowing hair that streamed down her back. She had a large nose and if she wasn't the most beautiful of women, she certainly made up for it with her ardor for fucking. Her breasts were nice and large, and they bounced and flounced as her buttocks slammed into his thighs.
Grinding her hips in a circular little dance of lascivity, she caused the hips of the male soph to arch against her body in abandoned response.
"I kind of thought you'd like this," she said, smiling happily, feeling his enormous penis jerk and probe way up into her belly, filling the depths of her cunt completely and fully.
Morris' hands thumbed and kneaded her lengthily extended nipples, tugging her rounded breasts until they were bloated with arousal. The two of them began moaning and murmuring and chanting their rising excitement.
One very deep thrust of her body as it ground against him shoved his throbbing cock into the deepest part of her pulsing, gripping cunnus even farther until Morris thought it was so far up inside her it was going to come out the top of her head. Involuntarily, both his hands flung themselves out on either side of him, and he looked as if he were being horizontally crucified.
Suddenly he was aware the fingers of both hands were soaking wet, and both sets of fingers were touching the satin wetness of cuntlips. He jerked his head left and right, and he saw Bea and Candi had lowered themselves on his ecstatically stretched fingers.
Bea was a lovely brunette with small breasts and almost flat hips. Even her nose was so small it seemed nearly non-existent. Her black hair was very short and cut in an Italian bob.
Candi had breasts only slightly larger than those of Bea. Her hips were a little wider, though her waist was extremely narrow. Her blonde hair was long and flowed almost down to her waist.
"Fuck us, too," Candi begged, her voice sounding like musical chimes, and she and Bea splayed their perfectly formed, milk-white thighs so he was able to sink his middle and forefinger of each hand into their pink, desire-drenched cunts. He stared with a slight feeling of guilt at Alma, the redhead, but she was lustily pumping up and down his gigantically throbbing pole, her eyes flashing with great delight. Seeing the guilt on his face, she said, "It's all right Morrie-honey. This is what we're supposed to be doing. See how all the pledges are staring with their tongues hanging out. Remember last year, when you were one of the pledges?"
"Yeah," the dark-haired Morris nodded. "But I sure never saw anything like this. That Lisa really knows how to set things up."
He was enjoying it all immensely now, thrilling to the cunt around his cock and the two around his fingers, and then he saw a pair of naked thighs kneeling on either side of his head. The wet-slick, fur-ringed cunt of brown hair between those luscious thighs was wide open to his eyes, and the pink meat within was glinting invitingly in the soft light.
Morris stared straight up at the overhanging pussy, seeing it wide open and ready for anything and everything he had to offer. The slick pink lips of the wetly swollen vagina were shimmering from her vaginal secretions, and the tiny clitoris quivered as he stared. He had never even imagined a cunt being offered to him so readily and sensuously. Certainly as a member of DOG he didn't dare let it go by.
"Come on down, you beautiful-looking cunt," he called out, invitingly, looking straight up as the vaginal mouth continued to dangle so deliciously enticing above him. A face bent down where the cunt had been a moment earlier to smile at him.
"I'm Didi, Morrie," the brown-haired girl said to him, and he saw the mountainous bosoms dangling from her body. Her waist was a little fleshy, and she had huge buttocks. Her being so different in appearance from the other three made her all the more exciting. Her white teeth that flashed as she smiled, and deep black eyes that wanted to absorb him.
"Bring it right on down, Didi," Morris invited. "Put that adorably lovely and sweet little pussy against my mouth and let me suck all the juices out of it."
Didi giggled delightedly and lowered her nakedly wet cunt to his wide-open lips. She squirmed and squealed as he used his teeth to nibble on her clitoris, moaning when his tongue lashed madly around the swollen gland. He thought the brown-haired girl would faint when he pursed his lips around her clitoris and began sucking it as if it were a mini-penis. Knifing his tongue deep through her vaginal lips, he tasted the ambrosial nectar of her delicious vaginal opening. His tongue scoured and lapped and licked and sucked and teased, sending the blistering mercury of his own desire raging even higher.
Alma, the redhead, was mewling with thrilled rapture at the exquisite sensations that came from sliding up and down Morris's pole, feeling his spear push through her as if it was going through semi-soft butter. Morris felt every throbbing little muscle, every jumping and twitching little nerve in the redhead's greedy and voracious vagina. The head of his cock would slam against her cervix each time she forced herself down, and then it would bypass the womb-mouth and sink into the depths of her creaming gulf. Sometimes Alma would lift herself until the head of his cock was once again against the opening to her womb, then she'd stay in place, allowing her uterine muscles to do all the work. Morris groaned deep in his throat, his mouth filled with Didi's cunt as it ground wetly and firmly against his slurping mouth. Morris felt as if there were thousands of greedy little leeches sucking on the tip and the sides of his throbbing cock while Alma sat absolutely still. Because Didi was sitting on his face, he was unable to see Candi and Bea, but his fingers were sucking madly into their slavering oriels, surrounded by two burning caves of utter delight. He slammed his fingers in as deep as possible and found the clitoris of each girl with his thumbs. He was rewarded by feeling them squirm, rotating their sweet pussies as they arched back and forth in an attempt to encompass an entire hand into each vagina. "Ahhhhhhh ... ooooohhhhhhh...." one of them was moaning, and the other was echoing with, "Ooooooooh ... aaaahhhhh ... " It was as if the blonde and brunette seemed to do things in tandem. He wondered if it was only now, or if they did things like this together all the time. They seemed to go so well together, each complementing the other.
Morris sucked the brown-haired Didi's cunt with hungry gusto. His tongue probed deeply into her pulsingly pink pussy, listening to the moans and groans that built inside her. His ears picked up the sounds off Alma's uneven breathing as it became louder and louder. She began bouncing straight up and down on his maddeningly spearing cock, using straight jabs and a wild rotary movement.
He knew Alma was close to her orgasm, and he slowed down a little to keep pace with her, well aware he was capable of reaching his own satisfaction at any moment.
Thrusting his tongue deep in Didi, he lashed her creaming, foaming pussy wildly as he continued finger-fucking both Candi and Bea with his two hands. His fingers made soft sucking sounds as he pumped into the cunts of the blonde and the black-haired girl. His face was drenched with Didi's sopping secretions as he continued slurping and stabbing his tongue into the throbbing depths of her heated vagina. Alma moaned as she was savagely impaled in one great slam on Morris's thundering cock. Bea, Candi, and Didi were moaning and writhing incoherently as he pushed faster and harder with his fingers and his tongue.
Alma arched her back, her head thrown up to the ceiling, as she screamed, "AAAIIIYYYAAAGGGGHHHH ... UHHHHH ... HHHHAAANNNHHHH ... HHHAAARRRGGGHHHH ... OOOHHHH ... NOWWWW...."
The instant she began screaming and straining like a mare gone wild, arching and then lifting her buttocks only to slam them down all the more solidly each time, Morris felt the girls sitting on his fingers bouncing their own butts all the more wildly as the wet, sucking walls pulled rapturously on his manual digits. Simultaneously, Didi slammed her hot cunt into his face, bellowing, "YYYEEEAAAIIIYYYAAAGGGHHHH!'' It was a banshee-type wail.
"His solid cock thundered like an express train moving ever deeper through the clenching tunnel of the orgasming Alma, and she, realizing he hadn't come, bounced all the more wildly in spite of feeling her own orgasm shoot through her body. She sensed his scrotum tightening and pulling all the more narrowly into his groin, while at the same moment his throbbing penis continued expanding until it all but burst the tightly clenching walls of Alma's hot cunt.
"UUURRRMMMPHHHAAAWWWLLLGGGRRRUUUFFFF!" he bellowed into the wetly sloshing center of Didi's pussy. His wide-open mouth drank more of the brown-haired girl's dripping oils, and that which didn't go into his mouth drenched his face.
Sperm roared like a powerful ram held back too long, charging down the hot corridors of his pent-up penis to spurt a sensuous heated flush through Alma's wriggling, moaning body. His hands were drenched in the love juices of the blonde and brunette riding his fingers as their tight cunts milked and sucked his fingers like two starving calves. The two females were also wailing their siren songs of release.
Morris felt more alive and thrilled than ever before. He was no longer the poor little rich boy who had to depend on daddy's money to do everything for him. Sure, he had paid his way in DOG to get to the KATs, but so had everyone of the other boys. But it was his cock, not his father's money, and his mouth, and his fingers that had satisfied four separate women at the same time. Didi, Bea, and Candi rolled off him, lying on the floor, exhausted. Alma fell forward on his chest and just lay there.
* * *
Sylvia felt the easy, dreaming and delightfully warming bliss of Tom Ware's preliminary lovemaking as it began heating her beyond the point of no-return. He was lying on top of her, his thighs between her legs, his tongue fucking into her mouth, her ears, and even her nostrils, laving her face and throat with heavy kisses. She felt the great log of his huge masculine organ expanding against her naked belly as his hot testicles lay on the soft, wet, hair-surrounded lips of her cunt. She was so alive and full of feeling. Doing what was best for the sorority had given her life as she had never known it, before. She was feeling! She had learned the meaning of the word, and she was feeling. It was Tom, this same man on top of her now who had taught her to feel. Lord! So much had happened in such a short period of timeless than a week-and it was all so wonderful. She had been a haplessly helpless mouse of a girl until Tom had torn her useless virginity from her. She never wanted to be that way again. She ached to do something beautiful for the man. She wanted to show her true appreciation in front of all the others. She ached to grovel in front of him and thank him for what he had done.
Seeing Lisa working on Rob Leliner, she suddenly realized she wanted to do the same thing for Tom. This would be her way of letting him know how far she would go for him.
"Tom," she gasped, holding his face between her palms, keeping him from kissing her for the moment. "I want you to let me suck your cock. I've never done anything like it, before, and I want you to be the first man to let me do it. And I want you to keep your cock in my mouth until you come. I want to feel you shoot down my throat. Please, Tom, please...."
He kissed her one more time, then stared at her with brightly glittering eyes and told her, "Don't just talk about it, Syl ... do it. Hell! I'll bet you'll be really good at it, too. Come on and suck my cock, baby."
From somewhere pillows were propped under Sylvia's head as she remained lying on her back. Tom slid up, resting his ass on her wonderful breasts, pushing his knees into her armpits, and right there, right under Sylvia's nose was the man's huge, pulsating, blood-bloated, vein-laced penis. This close, it looked so monumental Sylvia wondered if she was capable of sucking it. She had to, she just had to ... for him. For Tom. For the briefest instant the old panic swept over her as Sylvia realized there was no escape, now. She tentatively reached out a hand and began to experimentally stroke the organ.
She felt him writhe and heard him groan and gasp out loud when she stared at the oil-glistening purple head, seeing the way it throbbed, expanding and contracting in her tightly gripping fist. She tugged it back and forth, feeling it harden even more as her mind concentrated on the swollen organ, letting the sight of it fill her mind. Little by little the presence of all the others in the room faded, and now there was nothing but the heatedly solid sensation of his massive penis in her tiny hand. Slowly, carefully, hypnotically, she lifted her head, moving her face forward.
Tom was gasping, choking in anticipation. He stared at her lovely face, and though he had seen many lovely faces with their mouths wrapped around his cock, it was always a thrill to see a new one.
Sylvia's legs stretched out behind Tom's back, her thighs spread wide apart. She felt the cool air in the room wafting across her cuntlips.
Taking a deep breath, Sylvia opened her mouth and allowed her tongue to flick out, letting it touch the soft, velvety tip. Her tongue found the little slit in the head of his cock almost immediately, and attracted to it, she used her tongue to lick it and move around as if trying to open it up and widen it. Tom jerked and shuddered. A new tongue was touching his cock, and it was thrilling. He moaned as the tip of her tongue burrowed into the little seeping hole in his cock. She tasted the male tang of his seminal oil as droplets flowed from the little opening, and excitement washed through her. She licked along the soft underside of his veined penis and then slowly back to the coronal rim, then down to the thick base and on to the soft, bloated sac of his testicles, drawing her nails gently beneath them, weighing their heated heaviness in the palm of her hand with slave-like affection.
Her other hand squeezed his penile pole just under the corona until the heavy head stood up, proud and shiny. Eagerly she took the purple point between her lips, letting the burning shaft glide along the full length of her tongue as her ovaled mouth took in more and more of it. She tasted the man's oozing drops of seepage, salty, pungent, and exciting.
Tom Ware groaned as her mouth continued to lovingly labor on the end of his aching cock, feeling the way it swelled in her mouth. Her lovely face was obscenely distorted as she struggled valiantly to fit all of his heavy cock inside her mouth. He eased his hands around her lovely brown hair, his fingers enmeshed in the fragrant strands, his palms against her jaws to guide her lovely, adorable face as he began a slow undulation with his hips, sliding the thickly swollen, lust-bloated penis in and out of her mouth. Her lips gripped the cock so tightly, lewd sucking sounds filled the large room. Fervently her cheeks puffed out as he plunged forward, and just as fervently they hollowed each time he withdrew. She performed this licentious task with thrilled delight, and his hips began thrusting his pulsating organ between her sucking lips with mounting speed and quickening fury.
Sylvia was unable to resist the licentious stimulation she was feeling caused by her sucking Tom's hard cock. Hot thrills poured through her. The fleshy thrill pumped in and out of her wantonly eager mouth as deliciously perverse and shimmering rapture, a sensation of intemperate lascivity charged insanely through her belly and loins.
Her slender thighs spread themselves unconsciously wider as her hands clung to his testicles and her mouth sucked his throbbing penis with thrilling joy. She would have never believed it possible that sucking Tom Ware's cock brought her such total and thrilling bliss. She had started out doing this to make him happy, and found that in so doing she was also receiving pleasure.
Eagerly her mouth explored every ridge and wrinkle of the thickly swollen penile length. Her tongue licked lasciviously at the blood-bloated tip, using the point of her oral organ to probe repeatedly into the tiny split while her fevered vagina became drenched and exquisitely aroused. Now there was a great aching" hollow between her widespread thighs, and that hollow needed filling.
Suddenly, as if by a miracle" she sensed someone lying between her achingly lonely thighs, and heated air was blowing against her inflamed vagina. She became aware of a man's strong palms pressing against the tender softness of her slender inner thighs, moving them even wider apart than before, and her mind began reeling erotically with lascivious anticipation.
Sylvia lurched and groaned as she lay on the floor with the hot cock pressing into her mouth as hotly wet lips slowly closed on the desire-dampened mound between her beautiful thighs. Wet, teasing, titillating kisses were being lavished on the hair--rimmed slit of her tingling cunt ... more gentle and beautiful kisses than she had ever imaged possible. True, this was the first time her vagina was being lapped, but from what she had seen while in the sorority house, most men used their tongues like knives, stabbing them into the deep dehiscence of the woman each was lapping at the time, sucking and gobbling like a tiger at raw meat. This was a gentle, loving mouth, licking lasciviously but softly, lavishing heavy kisses on the closed lips of her aching pussy. Whose tongue? She had to know. With Tom's cock thrust all the way down her throat, the head poking into her gullet, she raised her head and peered past his hips. The man between her thighs lifted his head long enough for her to see his face. It was the one they called Morris, who had been handling the two girls with his hands, while another had sat on his face, and a fourth had ridden his penis. The four girls were laying sprawled off to the side, and the way her helpless little pussy had opened and closed like the mouth of a guppy, pleading and begging for someone to care for it, had roused the pity and the desire in the satiated Morris. His cock was still wilted, and so he used the only instrument of lust he had left; his tongue.
When he returned to the wildly pleasurable lapping of her soaked and aching vagina, Morris decided that the cunt he was now tasting was far more luscious and considerably wetter and sweeter smelling than Didi's pussy. There was something special about this female. Morris felt it.
Choking moans of delight gurgled from Sylvia's too-full-of-penis-mouth as she quivered and every muscle in her aching body reacted to the crazed pleasures Morris was building between her legs. All the while Tom was thrusting his cock deeper and deeper into her throat, touching little nerve-ends in there, as well, causing thrills to mount in her gullet, as well. Sylvia felt a mounting pleasure in her that was different from the time Tom had fucked her. Newer, even greater thrills were building in her, basically because they were building in two places at once. She vaguely wondered if it was possible for her to go stark, raving mad with ecstasy.
Engulfed in the vortex of swirling erotic enchantment, her mind totally blank to all else other than the continually mounting and thrilling tempestuous sensuality firing her, Sylvia felt herself all aglow. She was able to feel and hear the hot panting of Morris Schmm as he used soft and delicate fingers to spread the fleshy, hair-surrounded flanges of her wetly pink slit, revealing her secret interior to his eyes. Morris grunted with deep lust as he slowly lowered his head and used his extra-long tongue to lick through the exposed coral wetness of her flesh as her velvety cunt flowered open all the more.
"Uuuurrrccchhhaaaggghhhh!" she gagged, choking as her mouth continued slaving beneath Tom's thrusting cock. She gently raked her teeth down the thick trunk as now, she was more eager than ever to taste the hot load of semen he was ready to pour down her throat. She wanted it to be beautiful for Tom, because all this was exceptionally beautiful for her.
* * *
Lisa had lain for sometime completely entwined with Robert Leliner after having sucked him off, while the DOG member who had fucked her ass had come, in the process giving her a wild anal orgasm. She had been exhausted because of the power of her orgasm, and Leliner was near dead as she had all but sucked the very life out of him. Drowsily she looked around, seeing the unbelieving stares of the DOG pledges, each man with a huge bulge in his crotch, yet none of them daring to touch with their hands for fear of being disqualified from DOG.
She noticed Sylvia spread-eagled with young Morris Schmm sucking between her thighs in strong concentration while Tom Ware remained seated on her breasts, fucking his gigantic cock into her eager mouth. Sylvia was learning in a hurry, all right.
Just looking at the threesome got Lisa all hot and bothered again, and with her right hand she reached down, pressing her fingers into her dripping pussy.' She rubbed in and out in time to the beautiful gyrations she was seeing. Oh she wanted a cock in her cunt. She'd had one in her mouth and she'd had one in her ass, and she ached for one in her cunt. Jesus! There would never be enough cock to completely satisfy her aching inner need.
Gently, she extricated herself from the arms of the resting Rob Leliner and stood up, staggering the few steps to the threesome. She looked at the pledges, smiled, showed them her vagina, then with her feet she straddled Sylvia's slaving, sucking, salivating face, spreading her groin directly in front of Tom Ware's face as she presented him with her, drippingly lascivious, coral-fleshed slit of starving pussy.
Tom gaped at the widespread pink opening the blonde Lisa held up to his face, and he saw it glistening wetly with the viscous droplets of flaming carnal desire. Her dilated vaginal mouth was actually twitching as she squirmed her lovely thighs before him and he stared at the enticingly exposed beauty of it all.
She reached down, grabbed his cheeks with her palms, and pulled his face forward, guiding it to her slick, wet pink slot. He plunged the full length of his heated tongue into the quiveringly warm depths of her tightly clasping pussy.
He heard her moan and whimper as Lisa gasped out unintelligible sounds. Just as Tom's cock was her favorite-whether in her cunt or mouthhis tongue was her favorite, too. He seemed to know how to lap her better than any other male. Her soft hands clutched at his hair and she continued emitting throaty animal sounds while she pulled his face forcefully into the splayed split of her sucking, down-fringed pussy. Tom speared into the seething depths of her thrilled and excited channel and Lisa ground her hips excitedly, squirming, wriggling, and churning as gasps and groaning sounds poured from between her gritted teeth.
She pressed his face into the tight hole between the hotly sensitive vaginal walls opening and closing around his lingual digit. Tom's tongue sank further and further in.
His cock, standing out from between his thighs like that of a frenzied bull was buried to the hilt in Sylvia's mouth, and Sylvia slurped it all the more hungrily, gripping his asscheeks with her hands, bobbing her head salaciously back and forth on the throbbing member.' Her eyes were wide open, thrilling to the sight of his hairy pelvis moving toward and away from her face, and she was aware he was gasping into the fur-framed pussy of Lisa who still stood with splayed loins and slightly bent knees straddling Sylvia's head. This was beautiful, truly beautiful. It was more than lust involved. There was a oneness that she felt with Tom, Lisa, and Morris. She felt the inner feelings of love working through all of them. She was happy Tom was getting so much from this because of what he had done for her, and it was obvious Morris was enjoying what his mouth was doing to her cunt. He was also an extra-special person who merited more attention from her in the future.
Her lust and desire totally unchecked now, Sylvia sucked the heatedly burning cock voraciously deep into her saliva-filled throat. Each time she tugged the head inside, she nearly choked, but it was Tom's cock, and she wanted to make certain he enjoyed what she was doing. Tiny explosions of scintillating lust burst in her brain as Tom moved up and down, plunging his member in and out of her sucking mouth in a rhythm all his own while Morris's lashing tongue continued probing the depths of her own pussy, thrusting deeper and deeper in the searing tightness of her feminine oven.
Now another thrilling sensation of delightful prurience began making itself known to her, burning through her mind. She felt Morris's forefinger teasing the opening to her rectum. Her breath quickened uncontrollably as she forgot all else ... as he pushed the digital invader to the first knuckle into her anal tunnel, making it feel as if she had been invaded by another cock.
"AAAAYYYAAAIIIGGGHHHHH!" she bellowed, and began blasting oil into Morris's face as she all but gagged with the massive cock of Tom Ware down her throat. Her tongue momentarily stopped sucking because the intrusion of Morris's finger into her asshole was all she had needed to bring on her orgasm. It built in her belly and in her loins. Morris's handsome young mouth remained glued to the oval, elasticized hole of her vagina, his deeply thrusting tongue swirling and lashing the sensitive walls in cadence to his finger-fucking into her asshole as the finger sank deeper and deeper. She nursed and sucked the bloated stiffness of Tom Ware's throbbing cock with all her oral ability.
Sylvia heard Lisa's howling moan, signaling that she was reaching her own peak. It was an eerie and unearthly sound. "EEEEYYYAAAWWWAAAUUUGGGHHHAAA R R RGGGHHH!"
A chain reaction seemed to set in. Tom was aware of Lisa peaking as she clutched his face against her sodden feminine vestibule all the more tightly, her fingers tightening their hold in his hair. Every muscle and cord of her willowy form telegraphed the event to his lust-filled brain. This thrilled Tom-, too, because he was always happy to make a woman come. Her wail was a salacious plea that was too much for him. He felt the shuddering length of his cock swell into peaking stiffness because of Lisa's unintelligible wails.
Sylvia sensed his huge cock swelling in her mouth as she continued to hungrily and voraciously suck while thrilling to her own orgasm. Then Tom shouted in a gasping cry that was muffled by the depths of Lisa's pussy, "UUURRRGGGHHHMMMPHHHH!"
Sylvia wasn't quite ready for what happened next. Tom's gigantically swollen penis shot his heavy sudsy sperm into the back of her throat in wild, gushing spurts of teeming liquid, burst after burst of the flaming masculine liquid essence, and then came another overwhelming explosion caused by the pressure of Tom's cock against her gullet, making her entire body erupt with thrilling rapture. She gurgled and half-screamed and almost choked on the spewing masculine jets of semen spurting into her throat. Frenetically she swallowed and sucked the penis, drinking the oily concoction it was spewing. She drank all of it into her mouth and down her sucking throat.
Morris was still playing his tongue skillfully against her shuddering and upstanding clitoris, and Sylvia never wanted him to stop, even though she was oversensitive. Then she shuddered again as a third orgasm wracked her trembling body in multiple paroxysms. "UUURRRCCCHHHLLLUUUGGGHHH UUUMMPHHHH!'' she gasped around the slowly shrinking penis in her mouth.
Sylvia's pelvis and vagina were trembling and aching for more with Morris's sucking mouth still clamped to her. Lisa had quietly slid to the side and had fallen to her knees, lying like a deflated balloon, on the floor. Tom's penis had spurted and spouted into Sylvia's mouth until his swollen balls had been completely drained. He rolled over and lay down beside the collapsed Lisa, himself totally drained.
When at last Sylvia lay completely still, her eyes closed, her mouth slack with a little trickle of Tom's semen drooling obscenely from the corner of her mouth, Morris, who had been erectionally revitalized, crawled up on her body. His throbbing cane of a cock lay against the split between her thighs, and hazily, Sylvia struggled up from the valley of near-sleep.
"What's your name?" she asked him. "It's not polite to fuck a lady without telling her your name."
"I'm Morris," he told her.
"I'm Sylvia," she replied. "Morris, please fuck me.
CHAPTER FIVE
It had been a night no one would forget for years to come. Two of the pledges had finally been caught masturbating while watching, and they had been disqualified, and so Delta Omega Gamma had all the pledges it needed, and now the month of pledging would begin in earnest for them.
Sylvia, who was tremendously impressionable, had fallen hard for Morris Schmm, and so she decided that he was the one she wanted to see as president of DOG in his senior year. So that she would be a senior the same year as he, she added two more courses to her schedule, determined to finish college in three years instead of four.
Lisa knew better than to try and tell Sylvia that there was always the possibility of some other boy coming along whom she might like better. Sylvia, like herself, had to find things out by her lonesome in certain cases.
Lisa was proud of herself, knowing nothing had ever been staged like the performance the pledges had witnessed at the Kappa Alpha sorority house in all the years of its existence. She knew her name would end up on the KAT honor roll.
Tom Ware didn't like the idea that his feeling for Lisa was growing stronger. He wasn't the kind of male who expected to marry some prissy virgin, but by the same token Lisa had become used to so many different men. He wondered if he'd be able to come home from work, night after night, and look at her, knowing how many cocks had been in her cunt, her mouth, and her asshole. She had taken on at least two men for every woman he had ever handled, but then a woman always did have more stamina than a man.
Morris-Schmm was as much of a romantic as Sylvia. Though his father wasn't quite as wealthy as Tom Ware's, he was rich enough so that Morris would step into a waiting lingerie business and never have to worry about how to make a living.
Unlike Tom, Morris wouldn't have cared if Sylvia had filled her body with all the penises in the state. It was the seemingly shy and calm girl he had come to like, though when they were alone they did make passionate love together at all times. Since Morris had paid his full fare to Kappa Alpha Tau for the semester, he had the right to select any girl from the sorority, and if he chose to monopolize Sylvia's time, and she was willing, there were no laws in either the fraternity or the sorority to prevent it.
One of the sorority rules was, no KAT was permitted to play around with any male who didn't belong to DOG. Like most of the sorority rules, this one was broken quite often, though usually on the sly. The same rule held true for the fraternity where it was broken even more often. Tom Ware was the most flagrant violator, and the one with whom he broke the rule most often was Mrs. Rita Sealy, the housemother for Delta Omega Gamma.
Rita Sealy was forty-five, with brown hair she kept tied in a bun. She had lines in her face which told of the ordeals she had undergone while a young girl in a concentration camp. She had become addicted to pain, and as a result preferred a little sado-masochism mixed with her sex.
Rita had been in her teens when she had come to the U.S. after being liberated. She had met and married Fred Sealy who had been unusually gentle with her until the day he had been run down by a bus. In order to support herself, Rita had taken a job as housemother at Mark University. When she had been assigned to the Delta Omega Gamma house, she had been warned ahead of time that it was a fraternity of rich boys whose parents' grants supported the college. Therefore, if they bent the university rules a bit, she was to ignore it.
Rita did better than ignore. Rita joined in, going out of her way to protect her "boys." These were all the children she had never had. She had offered her body as solace to one of the more shy boys, five years earlier, to help get him started, and she had been found out by the other boys, all of whom, at one time or another, wanted a piece of her body.
Though she wasn't voluptuous, she did have nice, firm breasts, and if her waist wasn't quite as slender as those of the KAT girls, she had a large posterior the boys loved to play with. More, they were willing, to a modified extent, to grant her desire for masochistic pleasure. She became so used to it, when the boys didn't come seeking her out, she would go looking for them.
As a result, on the Monday evening following the orgy in the Kappa Alpha house, Rita Sealy walked into Tom Ware's room as he was putting his study books away. She shut the door behind her, saying, "You look unhappy, Tom? What is it?"
Tom liked her face. It was pleasant, even with the lines in it, and he enjoyed her as a woman. Sometimes she was almost good enough to make him forget about Lisa-at least for awhile.
"What can I do for you, Rita?" he asked.
"You know," she replied, her accent so soft it was almost gone. One really had to listen for it.
"Why me?" he asked, not out of curiosity, but knowing anything to prolong it made Rita Sealy ache for it all the more.
"The others are either not here, or occupied," she replied, truthfully.
"Don't you mean you want me because I'm the greatest cock around? Isn't that what you mean?"
"If that is what you wish to believe...."
"You still haven't learned," he snapped, falling into the play-acting. "You have to be taught all over again. Undress, Rita. Undress, right now!"
"Not completely," Rita begged. "You know how I hate to undress, completely."
"Take everything off," Tom insisted.
As if she were doing it unwillingly, Rita hesitatingly removed her clothing which consisted of her gray housemother's dress, a half slip, a brassiere, pantyhose, and pink frilly panties. There were scars on her abdomen where the Nazis had performed atrocities on her body with scalpels, preventing her from ever being able to have children. She hated letting anyone see the scars.
"Now lie down on the bed, on your back, Rita."
"Yes, Tom," she said, her voice quivering.
She did so, spread-eagling herself on the bed. Her body was white all over, and the scars were a dead-white. Her breasts were already starting to hang a little, with brown nipples surrounded by large, brown areolae. Her vagina was covered by a thick, luxuriant growth of brown hair, some of which hid additional scars.
Tom was now undressed, as well, standing at the foot of the bed, holding his thick penis in his hand. The sight of Rita's nakedness never failed to arouse him.
"How many girls did you fuck this week?" Rita asked with a quaver in her voice.
"Only half as many as the boys you have either fucked or sucked, Rita."
"Please, fuck me, now. Don't waste time. I need your cock inside me."
"Time is the one thing we have plenty of, Rita. Your nipples look too dull. I like them when they're shiny. Make them shiny."
"How?" she asked.
"Suck them," he told her.
"You know it hurts my neck to do that. Look, I can make them shine this way," and she dipped a finger into her wet vagina, took out some pussy oil, and rubbed them on her nipples.
"I see you refuse to obey me," Tom snapped, knowing she loved being dominated, even though she pretended to hate it. "I see where you really have to be taught a lesson."
"Oh no, Tom, you won't hurt me. Please say you won't hurt me."
"What I say won't mean a thing," he snapped. "It's what I do that counts."
Rita's voice sounded terrified, but the shining look in her eyes let Tom know she was more than anxious for what was about to happen to her. She liked using Tom because he knew how to deal out just the right amount of pain.
Going to his armoire, Tom opened it and reached inside to the top drawer. Pulling the drawer open a little, he took a bundle out and put it on top of the armoire while closing the chest. When he opened the paper surrounding the bundle, he revealed a series of nylon cords knotted together to form a knot, or small whip like a cat o' nine tails. He took out several other loose strands that already had loops tied in them. Walking over to the bed, he handed the loops to Rita, saying, "Put them on. You know how."
She slipped a loop over each wrist and each ankle, then lay down again. Tom tied her ankles to the little knobs on the footboard of his bed, then tied her wrists to the knobs on the higher headboard.
"Well now," he said, I guess there isn't anything to stop me from using you as I please."
"Oh no," she gasped, and though the fear in her voice sounded genuine, her glittering eyes told him how much she was looking forward to all this. "Please do not hurt me, Tom. Why must you cause me pain?"
"Hell, you were the one to walk into my room. It isn't as if I walked into yours."
"Don't hurt me ... please don't hurt me," she pleaded.
"Of course I'm going to hurt you, Rita. Don't you know, I enjoy hurting. I'm going to whip you."
Tom picked up the strands of nylon and ran his fingers through them, straightening them out. He stared at Rita with wide eyes.
Unlike many of the other boys in the fraternity, Tom Ware was able to control his sadism. He gave Rita just enough pain to build desire in her so she was able to achieve orgasmic satisfaction.
The sight of the nylon thongs in his hand made Rita's eyes widen with fear as they had done when the Nazis had beaten her before fucking her. Seeing her so terrified made Tom's erection stiffen all the more. Whatever sadistic desires he might have had hidden inside him were always taken out on Rita. Before her eyes, his huge erection appeared to swell and enlarge even more.
"No more talking," Tom said to her. "The time has come for another lesson in manners. You have to learn to obey me."
His little talk finished, the frat president raised the knout and let it whistle across the slightly rounded belly of the helplessly bound woman. It stung her naked flesh, and a sob tore loose from her throat as little white lines appeared across her stomach, immediately turning red. Anyone else might have hit Rita hard enough to cut her flesh with such slender strands, but Tom seemed to know just the right amount of pressure to apply.
The next set of lines were across her right hip, followed by a set across her left hip. Really narrow red weals were being raised all over Rita's body, all of which would disappear within the next three days ... all of which were in places not visible when the woman was wearing her dress. The next blow hit her on the inside of her left thigh, followed by one on the inside of her right thigh. Then he carefully flicked the knout directly against her vagina, letting it hit her clitoris with just enough sting to make her gasp. Immediately the little red node sprang erect.
"Well, Rita, have you learned to be more respectful?"
"Please ... please ... Tom ... stop beating me ... stop! I'm sorry for having said what I did. I will not misbehave again. I give you my word. I'll behave...."
"It's too late for you to apologize, Rita," he told her. "You'll do anything and say anything to stop me from using the whip, but there's nothing you can do or say to stop me, now."
For added emphasis, he flicked the knout across her right breast, letting it sting her nipple into erection. The brown bud shuddered as it immediately stood out, quivering as if beckoning him to hit it again. Instead he flicked the lash across her other breast, making that nipple stand at attention.
"No more ... no more...." Rita was begging. "Punishment is all you ever understand, Rita," he said to her, smiling at her.
He ran his fingers through the strands of nylon again, noting with satisfaction that not one of them had any broken skin or had flecks of blood. He was proud of his ability. Smiling now, he moved closer to the bed, and Rita stared, fear showing on her face ... the same fear she had shown when a little girl in Dachau.
"Don't hit me again," she pleaded. "Oh please, Tom, don't whip me again."
"No, Rita, I won't whip you again," he said in a soft, almost reassuring voice. "There are better things in store for you than the lash."
He flourished the whip in front of her, lightly drawing it across her face, letting the nylon thongs tickle her cheeks, and Rita Sealy shuddered. Then he turned around, walked to the armoire, re-wrapped the whip, and put it away.
"What are you going to do?" Rita gasped.
Going into the drawer again, he pulled out another box. From this box he removed two hard rubber dildos.
"But now I'm going to give you pleasure," he snarled.
Walking over to the foot of the bed, he gripped the thicker of the two dildos and shoved it against her vagina. She struggled and wriggled, but her arms and legs were securely bound. She was unable to do anything other than bounce her naked buttocks up and down on the mattress.
Tom continued pushing, and little by little the rubber tip of the dildo probed into her vagina, widening it, opening it, spreading her lips, and then slowly fitting into her. He pushed until he had the entire length of dildo shoved into her, then he pressed a little button underneath, and it began vibrating inside her.
"You're crazy, you're crazy," Rita gasped in fearful anticipation. "Don't do this to me."
"I've heard you make enough noise," he said to her. "Now I'm going to have to gag you."
Saying this, he walked to the head of the bed, cupped her chin in his hand and pressed on the hinges of her jaws, forcing them to open. With his other hand he shoved the second dildo into her mouth, and with vinyl thongs tied it around her head so she was unable to work it out.
"Now," he said to her, "I want you to suck that rubber cock in your mouth just like it's the real thing. Go on, suck it!"
Rita began making loud slurping noises as her lips sucked and her teeth chewed on the rubber. Tom turned a dial on the bottom of the dildo in her mouth, and it began to automatically move the front half, letting it slide back and forth, as if it were fucking into her mouth. The force of the movement was so strong, Rita's head was thrust back against the pillow.
The housemother squirmed under the dual olisbos assault and wriggled in an earnest attempt to free her arms and legs. Tom was used to this by now, and he had done too good a job of tying her up. The more she strained, the tighter the loops around her wrists and ankles became. If the nylon were to cut any deeper into her flesh, blood would be drawn. Rita had enough sense to stop moving at this point.
When he felt the woman had had enough, Tom tugged the dildo from her mouth and also removed the one from her cunt. He went to the little lavatory and dumped them into the sink.
"Now that you've had rubber cock, it's time for the real thing," he said to Rita. He climbed on top of her, sitting on her abdomen while thrusting his penis between her breasts. He squeezed the rounded mammaries together to form a tunnel for his throbbing cock, and he proceeded to fuck back and forth for a few minutes. Then, without warning, he tugged his cock from between her breasts, reversed his position and lay face-down with his head between her thighs and his cock against her face. He thrust his tongue into the seething depths of her cunt, and Rita shuddered and gasped, her ample buttocks twitching on the bed as he lapped. Her own mouth opened and sucked his cock inside, and he was off and pounding his penis into her oral depths.
Rita's arms relaxed, and the cords holding them loosened. They loosened so much, she was able to slip one hand free, and now she was cupping Tom's testicles, keeping them from rubbing against her nose. She sucked loudly.
Tom's tongue delved into the throbbing depths of her seething cunnus, licking insanely here and there, stabbing like a knife, probing left, right, then straight ahead. He stopped plunging into her pussy only long enough to lap her clitoris, making the helpless woman squirm even more. Both participants in the soixanteneuf were enjoying their feast.
"Have you learned your lesson?" Tom asked, raising his head and pulling his cock from Rita's mouth. From experience he had discovered Rita was unable to enjoy anything if he did it for any great length of time. Everything he had done up to now, including the whipping and the dildos had given her immense pleasure.
"Yes, Tom," Rita replied.
The blond man rose from the bed and unfastened all the bonds. He put the leather-like thongs on top of the armoire while Rita rubbed her arms and legs, restoring the circulation to her wrists and ankles. She stared at Tom's cock, all slimy with a mixture of her saliva and his lubricant. It shuddered and twitched, all ready for more action.
The insides of her thighs were equally shiny. Tom had lapped her very strongly for a few minutes, and she was actually leaking additional juices.
"You realize you must be punished some more for being so nasty," Tom said to her.
"Yes, Tom," she nodded. "Of course. I'm wicked and I do deserve to be punished."
Tom helped Rita out of bed and led her to the door. He had her bend over as he bound her wrists to the doorknob with one of the thongs. He then walked around behind her and surveyed what Lisa had referred to as Rita's broad beam. The way she was bent over, her buttocks were sticking up nicely in the air.
Tom was caressing the woman's rounded buttocks, now, enjoying their ample size. He played with each cheek and patted and rubbed the soft, tender flesh. Then he reached under her and dipped a finger into the hon-eyed hole that was her vagina. He tugged the finger out and applied it to her rectum, using one hand to tug away one of her rounded rear cheeks. Rita groaned as he tentatively tried shoving a finger into her rectum. When he was unable to do so at first, he made several trips to her pussy with his finger, and soon Rita's anus was awash with her own vaginal oils. He tried inserting his finger a little harder.
Slowly, grudgingly, her sphincter began parting, and the first joint of his finger disappeared into the woman's steaming rear-end. Rita squirmed as the finger entered her violated body. She tried straightening up, and so Tom withdrew his finger and once again went to the armoire. Opening the drawer, he took out a choke collar and put it around Rita's neck, then forcing her to bend way over, he tied it to the doorknob, as well. Now she had to remain bent over. Then he once again inserted his finger into her rectal cavity. This time she tightened her buttocks as if not wanting to let his finger in.
"Loosen up, Rita, or I'll have to punish you with the whip," he told her.
"No," Rita said, almost adamantly.
"You still haven't learned your lesson, I see."
"You know it isn't right to touch me back there," she insisted.
"It's right for me to fuck you wherever I choose," he told her. "If I wish to fuck your belly button, I'll fuck that. And if it makes me happy to shoot in your ears, you'll be able to hear me come. What's more, if I want to squirt a load up your nose and tell you to sniff it in, you'll do just that. In this frat house I am the lord and master, you understand. You are the lowly housemother, here to serve every one of us, but most especially to serve me. Am I clear?"
"I'm a free human being, not a slave," she gasped.
"You are a slave," he told her. "Right now you're my slave."
Pulling his finger from her rectum, he went and got the knout again, unwrapping it, then walking over to where she was standing. Rita turned her head as much as she was able, and seeing the whip, her face drained of color.
"Not the whip again, Tom. Please, please, have pity on me. I'm sorry I wouldn't allow you to push your finger into me, but the pain was too much for me." When Tom said nothing but continued to smile, she pleaded, "My God! Tom, have you no pity? Must you always hurt me this way?"
"Of course," was his only reply, and raising his arm over his head, he began whipping the bare buttocks of Rita Sealy. Once more he applied just enough pressure to raise welts without breaking the skin, though he lashed the same areas again and again. Every blow made Rita's asscheeks wobble, and as a result the bent-over woman was dancing from side to side in an attempt to avoid the blows of the knout. But Tom was there every time and just kept whipping her.
"No more," Rita gasped. "Please, please, no more."
"Since my finger in your ass is what you objected to," Tom told her, dropping the whip, "we'll have to shove something up there other than a finger, right?"
"Please ... oh no!" Rita gasped, aghast as he walked over to her upturned cheeks.
Tom positioned himself between her thighs with his enormous cock tightly clutched in his hand. He guided the head between the halves of her buttocks, pressing it against the tiny hole hidden in there. Then, with his two hands he separated the two moons that were her buttocks. A gasping cry came from Rita's mouth as his fingers squeezed her sore asscheeks, but Tom paid no attention to her discomfort. He backed up a bit, then slammed forward. His cock was not yet able to penetrate, and Rita's knees were starting to sag.
Again and again Tom pounded, thrusting his penile head against the small bumhole of her mother. Again and again it was rebuffed by the tightly clamped ring of muscle.
The housemother's body was now quivering, completely wracked with sobs as the punishment continued. She found it very hard to breathe, and she began panting as perspiration poured off her naked body.
Tom gathered all his strength for the next assault. He took a deep breath and pushed, and Rita gasped, "Eeeeyyyuuuggghhhh!" Little by little the rubbery head of his cock was moving deeper and deeper into her sphincter, widening it, burying itself in the warmth of her dry rectum.
He finally opened the sphincter enough and got the head inside, and then, like he was ploughing into a vacuum, the entire cock followed. He slammed hard, thrusting into her large intestine, filling her with his entire length.
Now Tom wasted no time, slamming his hard cock back and forth, back and forth. Every forward stroke buried his hard cock another half inch into her rectum. The tight, steaming little hole was unable to resist as he ploughed harder and harder, making the woman gasp and groan.
Rita had been ass-fucked by half the Nazis in Dachau, and not one of them had made her yell. It was one of the things that had kept her out of the gas chamber. So now, as Tom continued pounding his cock into her seething rear tunnel, she once again clamped her lips tightly shut. One of his mighty thrusts made her knees buckle even more, and had Tom not been holding her hips with his hands, she would have fallen. He pulled her against his body, thrusting his cock deeper and deeper.
On Rita's face there was agonizing ecstasy, and Tom, seeing her profile and the glitter in one eye, was pleased to make her happy. Now he began violently pounding his penis in and out of her rear channel. Her face was turning all shades of red as the huge penis continued thrusting in and out, in and out, plumbing the tender depths of her shuddering bowels. Rita shut her eyes and took everything he had to offer.
Her eyes were brightening even more now, as if she had come to the end of a long tunnel and all darkness was being dispelled. Whatever pain there was left inside her was slowly disappearing, and in its place there was overpowering ecstasy. The throbbing cock slamming into her rectum had become a loving thing.
Now Rita stood more strongly on her feet and thrust her buttocks back, accepting his inrushing pole. She squeezed her sphincter as tightly as possible to elicit every last little bit of sensation, and Tom smiled even more widely, glad she was feeling the satisfaction she so desperately craved.
In and out he slammed his throbbing cock. Waves of pure bliss totally enveloped his shuddering being as he steadily and methodically screwed the housemother's rectum. The sound of his testicles slapping against her vaginal lips kept time with the way his cock was stoking her rectal furnace.
Tom began to pick up speed now, fucking the woman's ass much more frantically. Sweat coated both of them in a thin veil. The throbbing penis, plundering her narrow anal opening, made loud squishing sounds. The oils seeping from its own sightless eye had lubricated the rectum. His movements were becoming slightly erratic and irregular, and Rita, feeling the change of rhythm, knew what that meant. As far as she was concerned it was just as well, because she was already on the brink of a tremendous orgasm.
"Gonna come!" Tom gasped. "Jesus, but you have one great ass. I can't control myself. I'm gonna come!"
"Yes, yes, yes," Rita encouraged. "Come! I can feel my own senses burning. Hurry and come."
He pounded into her seething anus all the harder, slamming his rigid penis in and out, in and out, behaving as if someone had shoved a cock into his own ass. He slammed into Rita's rectum as if someone was trying to slam a corkscrew into his own rear tunnel.
"Okay, Rita-honey, it's time. Take it, sweetheart. Take all of it. I'm going to flood your sweet colon with my juicesssssss ... so drain me ... drain meeeee ... EEEYYYAAAGGGHHHH ... OHHHH ... HHHAAANNNNHHHHH...."
Rita thrust her hips back solidly and felt her own orgasm starting to mount as burning seed gushed into the depths of her large intestine. She slammed her hips back again and again, fucking hard, squeezing Tom's thrusting cock with her asshole, thrilling to the heated jets of sperm constantly blasting into her rear tunnel. It was her own special semen enema, and she loved it.
"MORRRE ... MORRRRE ... EEEYYYAAAIIIAAAGGGHHHH!" she screamed and continued thrusting her buttocks against his thighs, as the two of them were now totally lost in their orgasmic explosions. Her hand dropped to her vagina as the loop around her wrists fell off, and she began massaging her clitoris, as well, but the anal orgasm was all she really needed. She removed the choke collar but remained bent over, letting her buttocks pump up and down as she savored every stroke of the now-shrinking phallic member. All that semen pumping into her belonged to her. She had earned it, paying dearly for it with her striped buttocks and body. Methodically her sphincter squeezed his cock and urged more semen out of it.
"Enough ... enough...." Tom gasped.
"Give me more ... more...." she begged.
Finally it was over and his cock "plopped" out of her rectum, all sticky and wet. Rita fell to her knees and licked all the sperm off, thrilling to the semen running from her rectum down her thighs. This had been one of the better fucks.
Now Rita would be able to go back to being just a housemother. Though the boys cleaned their own rooms, Rita usually went through them and gave them a second cleaning. This way she was also able to learn little secrets about the different boys, such as who was hiding crib sheets, who was buying school information, and how the various members of Delta Omega rated the various teachers. There was supposed to be a school booklet out with the ratings of teachers by students, but nothing of a derogatory nature was ever allowed to be said concerning the teachers, since the school didn't want it bandied about that some of their faculty was .not among the highest and most qualified. Besides, the official ratings rated the teachers as just that, teachers, and not as individuals.
Having read what the various frat members had written and hidden away concerning the different teachers, Rita was well aware which members of the faculty were married, which were single, and which ones, either married or single, liked to fool around with the coeds. Being in possession of this information allowed her to approach those professors who usually chased the younger girls, permitting her a slight change of carnal fare when she became tired of young boys.
Perhaps the horniest teacher on campus was the Trinidad-born Ben Lingh. He was short, had a face that looked as if it had been crushed from top to bottom in a wine press, had oriental features-though there wasn't the littlest bit of oriental in him-and was exceedingly vain. In fact, though a brilliant teacher, he still had the mental personality of a ten-year-old.
CHAPTER SIX
The greatest ambition of Professor Ben Lingh was to get into one of the Kappa Alpha Tau girls. The sorority had shut him out as surely as they had accepted some of his fellow professors. Thus when Sylvia Silver was made a member, Lingh, who taught basic fashion designing, was overjoyed. As it was," Sylvia was a beautiful girl, and he might well have approached her even had she not been in the sorority, save for the fact that she was a brilliant student. He saw the natural genius in the girl, and to date had been unable to give her anything but the highest grades. When he discovered she was a member of the most exclusive sorority on campus, he realized she was now even more desirable.
To the untrained eye, one bit of fashion design looked pretty much like another, and Ben Lingh knew this. As a result, he knew no matter how good Sylvia's designs were, he'd be able to give her failing grades and make them stick ... unless....
Tuesday, Sylvia spent two hours in Ben Lingh's class, and this particular Tuesday there was a written test which required long compositions for answers. The answers were subjective, not objective, which meant the answers were basically opinions, and though Sylvia's answers were brilliant, Lingh knew this was the perfect opportunity, and so had Sylvia remain after class.
Sylvia, dressed on one of her red sweaters and plaid skirts with her books tucked under her arm, had been about to go to the library and put in three hours of hard study. When Lingh told her he wished to talk with her, she nodded and put her books down on the nearest desk-chair. He was dressed in a gray suit with a white shirt and gray tie.
"Ah, Miss Silver, I think it is most important you and I have this conversation," he said to her.
"Certainly, Professor Lingh," she nodded. "But I don't see what there is to talk about."
"Ah, but there is much to discuss," he nodded, pointing for her to sit in the desk-chair where she had put her books down while he sat behind his desk. "Up to now, you have been a straight A student in fashion. In fact, you are quite a remarkable student."
"Thank you," Sylvia nodded, not understanding what he was leading up to.
"However, I am going to have to mark your present paper with an F, Miss Silver."
"What are you talking about, Professor? You haven't even looked at it."
"I do not have to look at it."
"Surely you don't think I was cheating."
"Of course not. Such a thing would be beneath you."
"Then what are you talking about?"
"In scholastic life, Miss Silver, as in real life, there are times when we must do things above and beyond the norm, if you follow my meaning."
"I'm sorry," she replied innocently, but I don't understand what you're trying to get across."
"My dear Miss Silver, you are an extremely beautiful woman. To be perfectly blunt, I wish to enjoy the favors you have been giving to the young men who belong to Delta Omega Gamma."
"I beg your pardon!"
"My dear Miss Silver, dispense with the outraged woman-behavior. The sorority pin you wear announces that you are a member of Kappa Alpha Tau. It is a well-known fact that the girls of Kappa Alpha Tau sleep with the boys in Delta Omega Gamma."
"My life out of the classroom is none of your business, Professor Lingh," Sylvia insisted, standing up.
"Quite so," Ben Lingh nodded. "However, your grades in the classroom are regulated by me, and by me alone. If you do not pass my course, you will have to take it again next semester, and since I am the only teacher who is instructing this course, you will have me again, and I will fail you again. Fashion design is a highly opinionated thing. What may look wonderful to one man, may look terrible to another. Though I can say to you that you are quite exceptional as a student, I will indeed fail you unless I am permitted to share some of your out-of-classroom life. Before you answer, remember this. If you receive a failing grade, there is always the danger of your scholarship being taken away from you."
Sylvia sat again, horrified. His last statement was true. She was fully aware of it, and had striven to keep her marks very high. But how did one fight something like this? True, she loved sexual contact with men, but the thought of allowing an animal like Ben Lingh to put his hands on her made her nauseated.
Shuddering, she stared at the man, tears filling her eyes. Several times she opened her mouth to speak, and then shut it again, unable to find the right words.
"Please relax, Miss Silver," Lingh told her. "After all, I am not interested in possessing a female statue when the time comes. I want a woman who is warm and at least pretending to profess an interest in making love to me."
"What you ask is ... very difficult," Sylvia gasped.
"Am I such an unattractive man?" Lingh asked, and the menacing tone in his voice let Sylvia know she dared not tell the man that he made her sick.
"Why no ... of course not," she hurriedly replied. "It's just that I'm not used to being approached by a man as mature as yourself. I'm certain you can understand that."
"Ah yes, of course, you are used to sophomores, juniors, and seniors, none of whom is past twenty-two. Then a man like myself would indeed be a unique experience for a charming lady such as yourself."
"Uh ... yes, very unique," Sylvia nodded.
"Then is it reasonable to expect that you will agree? Such an agreement will, after all, certainly keep your marks right where they belong."
The son of a bitch was blackmailing her so that she might receive the marks she deserved. It was one thing to sleep with a professor to try and get a higher mark than one deserved. But this was ludicrous, to say the least.
"May I give you my answer tomorrow?" Sylvia asked.
"By all means, Miss Silver. I see you are a very discreet young lady with no desire to make hasty decisions. I am certain that when you have thought about all the ramifications involved, you will come to understand that this is indeed the only way for you to go. Now please, do not let me delay you, any longer."
"Thank you," Sylvia said in a small voice, and getting to her feet, took her books and hurriedly left-the classroom with a smiling Ben Lingh looking after her. His mouth was literally watering as he realized he would shortly possess the lovely Miss Silver.
Sylvia knew she would not be able to study that day, and ran to the sorority house. Lisa Grey was there, and Sylvia, almost in tears, spilled out her story to the blonde-haired girl.
"So Ben Lingh thinks he's finally going to realize his dream, after all," Lisa laughed. "That horny little worm has been after the girls on campus for the five years that he's been here, and him with a lovely wife, too. Sylvia, would you object too much if Ben Lingh were replaced with another professor?"
"What do you mean?" Sylvia asked.
"There are always waiting lists of teachers wanting to get into Mark U. You can bet there's a long list of qualified fashion instructors just aching to get Lingh's job. Suppose I arranged it so that Lingh is kicked out on his ass-without you being involved. Would that be okay with you?"
"Oh Lisa, I'd just love it. Please, please, I'd do anything ... anything to get rid of him."
"Then here's what you'll do...." Lisa said, smiling.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"I knew you would be reasonable, Miss Silver," Ben Lingh said, smiling widely.
"As you said, Professor Lingh, because I had enough time to think about it, I saw everything in its true perspective, and I realize you aren't being the littlest bit unreasonable. After all, you are a man, with a man's needs, and you're certainly an excellent physical specimen."
"I knew you'd see things clearly, Miss Silver," he nodded.
They were standing in the hallway outside his classroom. It was Wednesday, and Sylvia did not have him as an instructor that day, and met him after his last class.
"You realize," Sylvia said to him, "that as a student in your class I can't be seen in your company on campus if we aren't in the classroom or in the hallway."
"But of course," Lingh nodded. "We both have our reputations to protect. Having been through this with a few other young ladies, I have done one of a number of different things. Usually, we. meet somewhere off campus, then go to a nearby discreet motor hotel."
"As a Kappa Alpha, I'm privy to many secrets most people on campus don't know, and one of them is a secret rendezvous place that almost no one else knows of. The Deltas take some of our girls to this place on a Saturday evening when they want a discreet place to dine, drink, dance, and ... well, you know."
"Yes, I know. Such a place sounds perfectly charming, though I have no wish to run into one of the Delta Omegas."
"They only use the place on a Friday and Saturday night. The rest of the week the place is almost empty. It barely supports itself Monday through Thursday. Tomorrow evening, Thursday evening might be a good night, that is, if it fits in with your schedule, Professor. The only reason I chose this place is because it's so charming and discreet and so rustic. Motels are always so cheap and tawdry, don't you think?"
"Miss Sylvia, may I use your first name?"
"Of course."
"Miss Sylvia, you are a wise and intelligent girl. Were I to arrange things myself, I might not have done so in a better way."
"Then may I suggest that I give you the address of this place so you can go there, look at it, and make all necessary arrangements?"
"An excellent idea."
Sylvia knew Lingh would want to make certain he wasn't walking into something blind. Offering him the opportunity to check the place out ahead of time helped lull any suspicions he might have. His putting money down to arrange for a private room would also assure his not wanting to back out at the last moment and go somewhere else.
Lingh's agreeing to everything eased Sylvia's mind and she was able to return to her studies. She studied long and hard Wednesday afternoon and evening, and went through classes Thursday feeling a little nervous. It wasn't often one participated in the downfall of a full professor.
Sylvia had arranged to meet Lingh right outside Menafee's Tavern, which was the place she had mentioned to him. Lingh had gone there Wednesday night and had spoken with the owner, Sam Menafee, who had shown Lingh the various private rooms, allowing him to make his own choice. To Menafee it made no difference, since all the rooms had been previously set up for the KATs to take some man or other over the coals when he become a pain.
When she arrived at the tavern in a taxi at eight o'clock Thursday evening, Lingh was already there, anxiously waiting. He was shaking with desire. At last, two dreams at once were going to come true. He was going to possess a KAT, but more important, he was going to make love to Miss Sylvia Silver.
"I am pleased to see you here, Miss Sylvia," Lingh said, smiling. "Shall we kiss now as evidence of the feeling we have for one another?"
"Not out here, in the parking lot," she said to him. "It would be wiser to wait until we got to the room you selected. You did select a room?"
"But of course. I am most pleased you have told me of this place. It will be very good for any future sorties, don't you think?"
"Yes, of course," Sylvia nodded, smiling. The son of a bitch had intended making a habit of screwing her. Well tonight it was she who would be screwing him, figuratively, not literally. Tonight would be what Lisa had called Ben Lingh's swan-fuck.
The two went into the little combination restaurant-inn together. Sylvia had never been there before, and so depended on Lingh to lead the way. She had her instructions clear in her head, right down to the clothing she was wearing. The white dress was something she had purchased earlier in the day, with short, ruffled sleeves and a ruffled hemline.
The two of them went upstairs on carpeted steps, their tread all but unheard with the small three-piece combo below playing soft music to help the appetites of the patrons. The walls had a log cabin-look to them, and the atmosphere had a pine scent. Everything about the place was slow and easy.
Once upstairs, Ben Lingh led Sylvia to the third door on the left. Once again, the hallway walls and the door looked like logs that had been slapped together. He opened the door and they stepped into an opulent bedroom with a huge king-sized bed. The covers of blue satin, matching the sheets, had already been drawn back. There was a large ceiling mirror, three wall mirrors, and one built into the headboard of the bed, as well.
"Ah yes, this is a most charming place, Miss Sylvia," Ben Lingh nodded. "We shall be privileged to watch ourselves no matter where we look."
"I'm going to use the bathroom," Sylvia told him. "I am a little nervous."
"But of course," Lingh nodded. "I shall wait for you."
"But with the lights out," Sylvia insisted. "I can't make love with lights on. There'll be enough light coming in through the window for you to see everything in the mirrors."
"This one time I shall do anything to gratify your wishes, Miss Sylvia," Lingh told her, "for you are gratifying mine."
He went to the light switch and turned the lights off. But for an eerie redness that seemed to indirectly light the corners of the room, and a silver streetlight beam that cut across the foot of the bed, the room was in total darkness. Lingh watched as the girl entered the bathroom, seeing her white-dressed form like a flitting ghost moving through the darkness.
Anticipating what was to come, the man hurriedly disrobed, putting everything neatly over the chair nearby, and then slid his scrawny, naked self into bed. He was trembling with anticipation, and his four-inch erection was as still and as thick as it was ever going to be, looking very much like a pencil, with the pink head resembling an eraser.
Five minutes later, the bathroom door opened, and he saw the white dress draped over the girl's arm as she put it on a chair on her side of the bed. In the dark it was all but impossible to see her, though her silhouette, against the window for an instant as she climbed into bed next to him let him know she had put on some kind of night dress. She was indeed a delicate and sensitive female. Lingh appreciated that, and intended making love to her as carefully as he was able, though in all truth the man had little skill beyond what came naturally.
"I like you very much, Miss Sylvia," he told her, feeling the warm female form next to his.
"Uh huh!" the girl whispered in response, feeling a tingling as the Trinidadian slipped his fingers under her nightdress and began sliding up her leg. The girl shivered, and it thrilled Ben Lingh to know he was causing these sensations inside Sylvia Silver. At last, his dream was coming true. He had a Kappa Alpha Tau girl, and she was plainly the loveliest member of the sorority.
His hand moved higher, past the knee, feeling the warmth of her inner thigh, and he thought that the thigh felt so much more slender than he imagined it might-feel. In the darkness he leaned toward her face and kissed her nose while trying to find her lips. He kissed her mouth, finally, and though her lips were soft and warm, they seemed to feel a little thinner than he thought they would feel. Lingh didn't dwell on it as he opened his mouth, forcing the girl to open hers, as well, and then he began slashing at her tongue with his own. The two tongues dueled back and forth between the two mouths, slurping from one oral cavity to the other as his palm slid higher, rubbing the slender column of her thigh. He paused for a moment to throw back the covers, giving his hand more freedom, and then returned his hand to her inner thigh. The girl's legs were widely parted, eagerly awaiting the touch of his fingers on her hon-eyed cuntlips. Then Lingh's fingertips were there. She kissed him all the harder, panting heavily as his fingers pressed against the poutiness of her outward-swelling labia. His fingertips thrilled to the feeling of the tight, short, wispy curls ringing her vaginal opening, and he was pleased to feel her bucking against them as if letting know to slide his fingers into her.
With her breasts heaving and panting, she let him know how much she liked what he was doing, and he wasted no time lifting the nightdress over her head and throwing it to the floor. Her breasts were much smaller than he had believed, and he wondered if it was possible she might be wearing falsies in her brassiere. Nevertheless, their whiteness shone even in the dark, reflecting the little bit of streetlamp that did cut across the foot of the bed. Because it was so dark he was unable to determine the color of her tiny nipples and small areolae.
"Yesssss ... " he hissed. "You have an extremely lovely body, Miss Sylvia, and I will be pleased to fuck it," he whispered, his breath hot and heavy on her rounded female body.
Her nipples seemed to swell as he whispered, hardening and growing until they were tiny little stanchions in the darkness. Lingh lowered his head and kissed one breast, feeling the nipple throb and swell between his hungering lips. .With his mouth still attached to it, he let his tongue slosh noisily across it, enjoying the smooth vinyl feel of the female skin as the nipple continued enlarging. His head rested on her other breast, feeling the spiky nipple rub against his cheek.
The girl sighed whisperingly, thrilling to the way the teacher's pursed lips pulled on her swollen nipple. She caught her breath as his fingers pushed inexpertly against the leaking seam between her cuntlips, trying to pry them apart. Then a poking forefinger separated her inner lips and blundered into her, and she shudderingly gasped.
"Are you all right, Miss Sylvia?'" Lingh whispered, pulling his slavering lips from her nipple.
"Uh huh!" she whispered back, and with her eager hand pushed his head back down again. His mouth opened wide and engulfed the small meaty richness of her white orb, sucking the delicately sensitive brad of upstanding nipple halfway into his hungry mouth where he moved it back and forth. Had her pap been any larger he would have pushed it even deeper inside.
Now his teeth began chewing and biting. He intended leaving his mark on this female for days to come, so that even if she told no one where she got it, he'd be certain other Kappa Alpha girls would see the fact that he had swallowed the flesh of Sylvia Silver. At the same time he continued pushing his finger deeper and deeper into her vagina. She was a natural lubricater, and her hotly seething pussy was already drenched, making it a bit easier to slide his finger back and forth inside. He pushed a bit more and felt her flaming cauldron suck his finger in a little more, surrounding it with all cuntal walls tightly gripping it. Her heavy outpourings of slithery liquid oiled the way from him, making the movement of his finger easier and easier.
He never even thought about it when he felt the little membrane blocking his way. He knew Sylvia Silver was no virgin, and therefore assumed she had one of those elastic hymens that slid aside but took a long time to break. The girl even started a bit when he touched it, letting him know she was feeling something other than joyful exuberance.
Swiftly Ben Lingh tugged his finger back. He had no wish to cause her any kind of pain or hurt.
The girl's hands were pushing his head now, directing his mouth to release her breast and move lower. At first the professor didn't understand, and after letting her nipple fall from his mouth, he began sucking fervently on her flesh, lightly biting and nibbling, noisily slurping with his tongue as hismouth slowly began moving lower and lower. It was when his chin felt the heavy brush of pelvic curls that he first realized what it was the girl wanted. For a moment he was ready to pull away, but the strongly pungent aroma of her vagina reached out and swept into his nostrils. It was a heady, aromatic scent, and he decided he liked it. At home he occasionally did things like this for his wife, though not with great verve. However, in order to make things more pleasant for Miss Sylvia, this one time he would permit himself to taste her for a little while.
His face moved a little lower, letting his tongue wash across her pelvis and move through the curly hedged thicket. The professor kissed the girl there a few times, pausing to remove some loose hairs from his teeth, then took a deep breath and allowed his face to sink between her slender white thighs. He pushed his nose and mouth between the parted cuntlips, licking the sweet stickiness with his tongue very noisily, savoring the sweet, syrupy flavor from within. His tongue felt as if it were sinking into a blisteringly heated water chamber with smooth lava falling from his mouth.
He sensed the way the girl had a fist "crammed into her mouth to keep her from screaming out loud. The sensations of the professor's tongue lapping up and down, sloshing through her blistering channel, licking wildly now, drinking up every bit of the natural oily flow from inside her was a thrilling prickle to the female, and Lingh realized he was reaching her far more deeply than even he had suspected he might.
Most important, for the first time, Lingh, himself, was enjoying what he was doing, though he had never really cared for it with his wife. He licked hungrily, as if unable to get enough of whatever fluid was oozing from her. His face probed deeper and deeper into the sweetness of her parted pinkness, inhaling the rich aromatic aromas and drinking down the vibrant fluids. With such a one as this a man would need all his strength for the nights and would never have the opportunity to be unfaithful.
Lingh lapped out more and more of the heavily oozing oils as it seethed from the narrowly open feminine fistula, trying to gorge himself on it, but not quite able to sate his hungering soul. Her slender thighs had long ago closed around his head, locking his face against her sopping slash. He licked and lapped, and as she bounced he slid his hands beneath her buttocks, squeezing them, once more noticing how much more slender they felt than they looked. His hands pressed her rounded asscheeks tightly, holding the female body solidly in place. He squeezed, feeling the hard, cushion-like flesh of her buttocks yield to the pressure of his fingers.
This was all absolutely delightful. He had never dreamed the sucking of a vagina would be such a thrilling experience.
His own swollen penis reminded him it was time to fuck. Yes, he had brought her here to fuck her. He had licked her vagina, and now it was time for both of them to benefit from all this.
Using his hands, he tugged her slim thighs apart, then began crawling up on her, staring into the darkness, barely able to see the outline of her cheeks, much less the rest of her face. She had slid down on the bed a little, and the slash of light cutting across the bed now cut across the vagina he had so hungrily masticated. He was up on his knees now, his hands resting on her knees as she lifted them. He noticed the heaviness of the brown curls surrounding her vagina, wondering why such a lovely girl would have such an ugly pelvic brush. Nevertheless, below that brush he was able to see the rich pinkness inside her vagina. Yes, it was an absolutely stunning cunt. Knowing this was Sylvia Silver whose face lay hidden by the darkness aroused him even more. Her vagina was truly lovely, even if her pubic hairs looked scrubby. The lips were so full and pouting and swollen, and the way they were throbbing it was obvious they were waiting to feel his hardness tunnel into the corridor beyond.
His mind was a stereoptican of brimming lust. He spread her softly shimmering white loins apart, exposing the total glory of her inner labia, letting his hungry eyes take everything in and feast on them.
"Now I am going to fuck you," he muttered.
The girls legs parted even more widely and the skinny little professor launched himself between them. He , placed his body between those tantalizing white thighs, thin though they appeared, carefully moving closer to her until the aroused pink crown barely touched her wet coral opening. The girl's body trembled with anticipation at the touch of his fervid phallus.
Looking around and above, Ben Lingh saw all the reflections of his cock pressed against the many reflections of vagina. Yes, in the darkness, with only their genital areas in the light and showing that way in what appeared to be dozens of mirrors, everything was indeed more erotic. He had chosen well when he had selected Sylvia Silver.
The female beneath him was groaning, and he heard the sound of her head whipping from side to side, her hair swishing against the satin sheets of rich blue. Her small bouncing breasts were glowingly shimmering in the dark as she obviously prepared herself for the first true assault on her person by this man.
Lingh simply wanted to cram his throbbing cock into her slithering vaginal channel, charging forward until he was buried inside to the hilt. Something told him it might be wiser to move slowly. After all, by making her appreciate the way he fucked her, when next he wanted to come here with her, she would surely prove less reticent and not need a day to think it over. He would treat her with gentleness because it would suit his purpose.
The fiery steel point of his burning penis was slowly inserted into the tautly narrow opening of her elastic vagina. Her thighs immediately clamped themselves against his hips, but there was no way for them to fully close around him until he had buried himself in the depths of her slender loins as they spasmed achingly, drawing him magnetically forward as his body began pressing into hers, a little at a time, inching more and more of his skinny little poker into the confining female pussy.
The girl, used to the pressure of Lingh's tongue, at first felt only a mild sensation of thrilling pleasure as he began pushing his very slender little penis into her. Something thicker would have stretched her interior and caused her more pain. She found herself taking the organ with an unimagined ease. So far, save for when he had touched something inside her with his finger, there had been no pain at all. Now she began panting and breathing heavily, becoming anxious as she prepared herself to fully enjoy the thrusting totality of his slender length and narrow breadth. Once more she felt mild discomfort as his masculine bolt pressed against that something inside her. The discomfort increased and became a light, stinging pain as he continued to insistently push into her. He kept on pushing even though the resistance in her vagina was a lot tougher than he had imagined. He was unable to fathom how a Kappa Alpha girl might have any resistance left inside her. He hoped he wouldn't have to withdraw and plunge forward again.
Abruptly, just as the girl felt the pain ready to go beyond the bearable point, she felt something inside her suddenly snap and get out of the way. She bucked and gasped in total astonishment, and suddenly the anticipated pain began lessening until it slowly but surely disappeared. The man's slender, pencil-like reed of penis continued sliding into her until all four inches of it was solidly buried in her heatedly gripping vaginal kettle.
The female body beneath Ben Lingh sighed and gasped, feeling the wonder of a masculine penis inside her. It filled her aching void, and at the same time fulfilled a dream.
On the other side of the two-way mirror against the left wall, Sylvia Silver sat with Lisa Grey and the owner of Menafee's. Sam Menafee normally didn't like the idea of watching his own daughter's defloration, and under normal circumstances would never have permitted such a thing. However, more than five months earlier, he had confided to Lisa that his fifteen-year-old daughter had the simple mind of a six-year-old. As a result, she would never be able to marry. Scarlet fever had done it to her, and had also ruined any possibility she might ever have of bearing children. Menafee wanted his daughter to know love in every sense of the word, but he didn't want one of the Delta Omega boys screwing his little girl as a favor. He wanted a man to give her some kind of love. He was aware enough to know the only way for his Muriel to get any kind of love would be for the man making love to her to think she was someone else. Muriel's mind was intelligent enough to understand her father and do precisely what he told her to do, which was why she was not speaking or saying anything out loud. Any answers she gave to Ben Lingh were in hushed whispers that sounded like rapturous sighs, and the truth of the matter was, the autistic girl was enjoying herself immensely, in spite of the little bit of pain.
Sam Menafee had promised Lisa Grey free use of a room each time she brought a man to make love to his daughter. Lisa had agreed, and Professor Ben Lingh was the first one, and so that there would be cherished memories of the event for the mentally retarded Muriel, infra-red cameras were photographing everything. From these movies, snapshots would be made.
Never before had the young girl in bed with Ben Lingh felt anything so glorious. The vibrating, rapturous young Muriel thrilled to the way the skinny little penis stoppered her narrow interior. To her, it was a solid, forceful log surrounded by the softly enveloping tissues of her vagina, completely overpowering her with a sensation she had never expected to feel. The marvelous penis within was everything she had dreamed of, and more. The pain had been less than that which she had expected when her daddy had warned her there might be a little hurt. She was able to contain the man so easily, and the thrilling feelings within were building so quickly, she didn't doubt for a moment that more good feelings would follow.
Ben Lingh, totally overpowered by the unbelievable tightness of what he believed was Sylvia Silver's vagina, thought his penis had swelled to twice its normal breadth because of the tight way it fitted into the cunt beneath him. Slowly, carefully, not wanting to cause undue pain or alarm, the man began driving his stolid phallus in and out of her tight, youthful pussy. He used long, full-length strokes, specifically because his long strokes were like the short strokes of a man with a normal penis. Every nerve-ending inside him screamed for immediate release, and how he held himself back from coming even he didn't know. His cock felt thrilled, the way it had felt the first time he had put it into his wife. The hot sperm was boiling inside him, and only the slightest shift on his part prevented him from blasting off into the girl ahead of time. His full, burning penis slammed deeply into the young girl's hot hollow, then stroked back through feathery surroundings of liquid flame only to shove forward one more time and bury itself in her treasure trove. His skinny little phallic dome rubbed with moistened friction against all four of her steaming walls, and each time he pushed forward the head of his penis barely touched her cervical opening, but it was not long enough to slide past it and sink deeper into her shuddering interior.
"Is it good, Miss Sylvia?" he asked.
"It's wonderful," she whisperingly sighed in her little-girl-voice. "Please do it some more. I like it a lot. I really do, I really do. Don't stop, now. Promise me you won't stop, now. It's so good."
Lingh, so entranced by what she was saying, never paid attention to the voice saying it, and pounded into her all the more solidly.
"Sweet Miss Sylvia," he gasped, and he pressed his hungrily slavering mouth against hers as he continued pumping solidly into her. "You make me tingle with your lovely body. Please hurry and come so I can do the same."
Her heavy sighing breaths in his ear made the professor plow into the young girl all the more quickly and with greater desire than ever. He was aching to shoot his explosion into her, but he head to make certain she would come, too. Her coming meant more of this joyful union at another time. His throbbing little cock ached to shoot its contents into the tightness of her shuddering body.
Muriel's seething pussy was tightly locked around the pulsating little length of Ben Lingh's lingam. Her vagina engulfed him totally and completely, and her lovingly caressing thighs pumped wildly around him, letting him understand there was no reason to move slowly or hold back.
Now the Trinidad-born professor began fucking in deadly earnest, ramming his skinny little penis into the girl's sloshingly creaming depths as hard as possible, driving what there was of it as far into her as he was able. He thrilled to feeling his flat belly slap against hers, making loud clapping sounds in the room each time he drove his miniscule phallus as far into her as he was able. He reamed the freshly parted insides of her salacious vagina again and again.
Like a tiny little wrecking ball suspended from a crane, the man's testicles slapped against the delicate flesh of her narrow little perineum. His balls weren't large enough to reach her asshole. The girl's body shuddered as he tugged his phallic ram back and slammed it forward, repeatedly. Now he was moving with tremendous speed, crashing his crotch into her wetly teeming pussy, ramming into her hard, no longer worried in any way about hurting her. The girl was heaving and churning beneath his pounding like a helpless fawn being attacked by a stag too crippled to seek out a healthy doe.
Sylvia looked on with disgust. Like the other two in the little room, she wore infra-red glasses and was able to see the entire scene.
"To think," she whispered, "that man wanted to do that to me. Look at his scrawny body and his unhealthy complexion. Uggghh! Lisa, I appreciate this, believe me."
"You're a KAT, honey," Lisa told her. "What's more, we KATs protect our own long after we leave the university. Sam's wife was originally a KAT. She died a few years ago, and that girl out there is her daughter as much as she is Sam's. That's another reason why we're doing Sam this favor. He benefits, seeing his daughter happy, and the school is about to benefit because we're going to use pictures of Ben Lingh assaulting an autistic minor to get the professor thrown out of Mark U.
Believe me, it's the dream of every girl in his class to be rid of that man. It'll also serve as a lesson to other horny lechers to keep their hands to themselves."
"Their hands?" Sylvia asked.
"Among other appendages."
The young Muriel took to fornication more readily than any rabbit. She undulated all the more quickly as her body began picking up speed, her young thighs tightly holding Ben Lingh between them as her pelvis slammed up into his down-rushing penis. Lingh felt that old, familiarly magnificent feeling beginning to swell and grow inside him. He was going to unload at any moment now. Yessssss....
The professor was no longer able to control himself. He felt his semen charging into his penis-a rod that had to be of white-hot burning steel-and from there it began rolling forward until it began spurting from the tip of his plunging penis, jetting into her longing receptacle. It throbbed and twitched, now totally beyond and control in the tenderly stretched maw of the young girl's sucking cunt. Overpowering gusts of blistering pleasure slammed through his body, charging from the testicles of his aching cock, and from there to the rest of him as he emptied his hot lava into Muriel's eager fiery cunt. It was a never-ending unleashing of fluid flame, filling the young girl's wanton womb, flooding her innards with an ocean of seething semen.
Blistering squirts of his sperm, splashing against her vaginal walls, swabbing her little cervix, caused the thrilling sensation inside her to build even higher. Now the young girl felt herself going over the edge.
"AAAIIIIEEEEE ... YYYYAAAAGGGHHHHHH!" she screamed, her hot pussy tightening around his still unflagging penis, squeezing it for all it was worth.
"More!" she squeaked, and the professor continued pounding his now-shrinking organ into her crushing cunt. Thick, slick emissions made the passage that much easier into her, and even as he softened completely, the young retarded girl had a second orgasm. This time she experienced it silently, but heaved her center high in the air, and still the man remained locked into her despite the fact that he was reduced to near-nothingness. The tightness of her vulva refused to release him.
Finally his penis slid out of her, and young Muriel, disappointed at not having more, suddenly remembered her father's instructions. As Lingh rolled from her body, she sat up, and with semen running down her thighs, hurried to the bathroom. Shutting the door, she turned on the light, then waited until a panel in the bathroom wall opened. Sylvia, in her panties and brassiere and stockings, stepped out and helped her wash herself off. The young girl merely stood there the entire time Sylvia washed her, re-living her experience, happy and thrilled to have had such a happening.
When Sylvia was finished, she let the girl enter the panel she had just left, and then closed the opening. Wiping off her lipstick with a tissue, she stepped into the darkened bedroom, and there picked up the white dress and put it on. Ben Lingh was already half-dressed himself, and finished, never once aware of the switch that had been pulled on him.
Turning on the light, he smiled at Sylvia as she pulled the top sheet over the bottom one to hide the smear of virginal blood on the bed. He nodded, saying, "You were better than I had hoped, Miss Sylvia. This is something we must repeat in the future, with the lights on."
CHAPTER EIGHT
It came as a complete surprise to the heads of the university when, that Friday morning, Professor Ben Lingh handed in his resignation. Without a word of explanation, the professor packed up his wife and family and left the little house in which he lived near Mark University.
"Now we can get down to more serious things," Tom Ware said to Lisa Grey in the little room that served as his office.
"You mean, Hell Week?" she asked.
"Yes indeed. I've had the pleasure of initiating three more girls into Kappa Alpha, and I've also had the by-laws amended so that the president of said sorority has her choice of as many, or as few, new members as she wishes. We have ten. How many of them do you wish to handle at the end of Hell Week?"
"Having looked them over with great care, and having decided that the smallest member of your group is six inches-all of them."
"How do you know the smallest member is six inches, unless you were peeking at the water initiation, yesterday?"
"I was peeking," she confessed.
"Just how do you plan to take on the ten of them?"
"That, dear boy, is my business."
"It's mine, too."
"Why? Do you want me to leave something left over for you?"
"The truth is, Lisa," Tom Ware 'said, "I'm becoming possessive enough to want you all to myself."
"Since you initiated three of my girls. I'm certainly entitled to three boys. After that, I'll stay faithful as long as you do."
"You don't understand, do you, woman. This is something I can't control. I don't know why I feel about you as I do. Hell! My mother brought me up to believe that girls like you were fine to play around with, but when it came to marriage I am supposed to select a prissy little innocent thing. The trouble is, I don't want anyone else. I know it sounds crazy, but as soon as we're graduated, you're the one I want-permanently. "
"Oh Boy!" Lisa gasped. "Tom, you and I have to have a serious talk, and right now. Let's talk about us and forget the fraternity and sorority for a moment. To me, all this started out as something for kicks. It never occurred to me I'd be someone that special in your life. The whole problem is, now that you've admitted your own feelings, the truth of matter is, I pretty much feel the same way about you."
"Then as I see it," Ware told her, "we really don't have too much of a problem."
"But we do," Lisa insisted. "Tom, your idea of marriage will probably be like that of your father and all the other wealthy men around. You want a wife, but you'll get bored with her after awhile, and you'll want your share of outside action."
"I never really thought that far ahead," Ware admitted.
"Now is the time to think about it. I'm not faulting you for being the way you are. I'm not much different from you. But you're already complaining you don't want to see other men touching me. Tom, were we to get married, and were you to fool around, I'd do the same thing. Rather than play with someone on the sly, I'd rather everything in our relationship be open and above-board. Even if we do get married, we'll both be hot for other members of the opposite sex. Instead of sneaking around and trying to hide our actions from one another, we ought to help each other. True love is seeing to it the other member receives the same kind of pleasures as ourselves."
"Are you saying we should have an open marriage?" Tom asked.
"Not in the fullest sense. I am saying each us of should be permitted to see the people the other is going to sleep with, and if necessary, help secure some of those people. I know it sounds crazy, but you and I, helping one another secure love partners for each other, will go through life having a happier marriage than all the people who hypocritically sneak around on the sly behind their mates' backs."
Tom sat back and thought for a moment, realizing that in her own way, Lisa was right. It was Lisa, the person, he loved, and he loved her as an individual even more than as a sex partner. Even though he had been bothered seeing her sport with other Delta Omegas, deep down he had been happy to see her enjoying herself and having pleasure from these other men. It was a crazy kind of relationship, but it happened to be the perfect one. Any kind of relationship similar to that of his parents would now be totally repugnant to him.
"You're right," he nodded.
"Good. Now you'll prove you believe in it."
"How?"
"By holding my cunt and my mouth open for the new members of Delta Omega when Hell Week is over."
CHAPTER NINE
Hell Week was just that for the pledges of all the various fraternities on campus. The hazing that went on was something horrendous, but every pledge in Delta Omega Gamma, knowing what awaited him at the end, was more than willing to undergo the humiliation and suffering.
During this time, Sylvia Silver and Morris Schmm had come to know one another better and better. They openly visited each other in either the fraternity house or the sorority house, and it was soon understood the two were unofficially going together, and the other Delta Omegas, seeing she wanted to be with Schmm and only with him, didn't try approaching her.
During semester midterms, the two were unable to see one another because of their heavy study schedules, but once the midterms were over, both passing with very high grades, Morris came to the sorority immediately. When he hurried to Sylvia's room, he found her waiting for him wearing nightgown he had bought for her. It was a pale metallic blue, and as her breathing made her breasts shimmy and bobble up and down, the new roommate Sylvia had, left the room, closing the door behind her, knowing Sylvia, unlike the other girls in the sorority, preferred to keep her body from being publicly exhibited.
Morris stared at the way her nightgown seemed to change color as she breathed, the shimmering fabric flashing green-gold as well as a deep indigo, making her entire torso seemingly changed in slow, rhythmic cycles. The garment barely covered her upper thighs, leaving the rest of her legs bare. She wore no slippers, and her toenails were covered with the same pink nail polish as her fingernails.
"Like the way I look?" she asked in a half-whisper, her brown hair, upswept as always. She lifted a hand and patted her hair, making sure every strand was in place, though she knew it wouldn't be, for long.
Morris, who had been without Sylvia for more than a week, meant to merely nod, but even so simple an impulse was enough to create a spark inside him, causing his hyper-excited condition to increase. His control shattered and he bolted forward, crushing her fervidly to him, seizing her full, ripe lips in a savage, mouth-crushing, teeth-aching, tongue-blazing kiss as he pulled her firmly against him, mangling the round cheeks of her pantyless buttocks in his spasming, clutching squeeze. His throbbing penis was a pillar of raging fire, and he ground it savagely into the soft-hard responsive heat of the young girl's lower mound and belly, churning his hips against her, dragging her loins against his and rubbing her back and forth by the force of his hands, his fingers delving into the hidden crevice between her buttocks as he forced his tongue so far into her mouth, it invaded her throat.
"Uuuuummmphhhh ... Morris...." she managed to gasp when at last he released her from his hungering kiss. "You wonderful man ... you're on fire. What's more I'm just as ablaze as you are. Ohhhh darling, I've been waiting so long for you!" She buffeted her round, firm breasts against the man's chest, straining her pubis forward even when his hands relaxed their grip on her buttocks.
"I think I love you," he told her. "I think I love you very much, though people our age are not supposed to know what love really is."
"For me, it's wanting to be with you, and only with you," Sylvia told him. "Sure, I want to do what I can for the sorority, but not at the expense of losing you."
"I'm crazy for you, Sylvia."
"Hurry then. The bed is waiting for the both of us!"
Arms clamped about one another's waists, his brushing excitedly together, they walked over to the west bed, Sylvia's bed. After one more quick kiss, Sylvia slipped from his arms and lay down on the bed while Morris hurried out of his clothes. She smiled widely as his straining and urgently turgid penis sprang into view. When he lay down beside her she lay in his arms and the two writhed and rolled together on the narrow bed through another lengthy, blistering kiss. Their bodies endlessly moved against one another, her gown sliding up under her armpits and wrinkling as they undulated endlessly against one another. Her vagina was bare and open and waiting for him.
The room was dim, but not dark. They wanted to enjoy each other with all five senses. Sylvia's body was a slithering mystery of glints and glistening gleams, a shifting of shadow and glowing opalescence. In his ears vibrated her constantly deep, thrilled-and-arousing moan. Their bodies ssss'd against the satin sheets and the sound mixed with the muted slaps and rubs of flesh against flesh and their fast, fevered breathing. Morris tasted and smelled her answering passion as the kiss and their frenzied foreplay went on and on. He felt her entire rounded form surge against his body as wave after wave of velvety yielding fervor surrounded him, making him a slave to her as well as master over her. One of his hands was now gliding over the smooth roundness of resilience that was one of her solidly soft breasts, its tremulous eminence topped by the swollenly heated nubbin that was her nipple. His other hand rested in the jungle-humid density of her tenderly soft and honey-slick seething pussy. The heel of his hand pressed solidly against her tumescent clitoris, his fingers caressing, compressed by the squirming tightness of her inner depths. Sylvia's own hands were busy, claiming his throbbing, shuddering cock, massaging it, yanking and pulling it, squeezing, crushing, manipulating. She covered his balls as well as his cock. . Every movement on their part was a purposeful step toward the ultimate joining. Her serpentine legs entrapped his as her avid hands pulled him closer. He rolled completely onto her, moving both hands to her squirming buttocks, settling his weight on the heaving bulk of her rounded breasts. Her humidly anxious thighs yawned apart, his hips fitting themselves snugly into the heatedly radiant angle. The tip of his massively throbbing penis touched the teemingly palpitant petals that had been carved into her undulent fulcrum.
"Morris, sweet Morris," she gasped when he raised his head to look at her. "I've already come once just from feeling the tip of your cock rubbing against the lips of my vagina. Now I can feel you ready to make your entrance. Slash me with it, Morris. Fill me with your cock. You're so strong, so wonderful, so sweet and gentle, yet so masculine in every way. Hurry ... hurry ... don't make me wait for it any longer."
"Sylvia...." he gasped, hanging motionlessly above her, though every one of his muscles screamed its tension and eagerness. He wanted to tell her of his love again. But he had told her so many times, in so many ways. This was as special to him as it was to her. This was no longer the usual wham-bam that took place between a frat brother. and a sorority sister-how do you do-screw. This was another momentous, almost apocalyptic apogee in both their lives, a moment in time never to be forgotten-a moment surpassing all others when they joined, and yet not as good as their next get-together.
"My God!" she gasped out loud. "Please ... Morris...." she begged, her thighs straining and twitching, a powerful shudder charging through her convulsed torso as it lay beneath him. "I need you ... I must have you...."
He was unable to restrain himself any longer, the sounds of her pleading, keening whimpers and her beseeching eyes, mixed with the anguished upward thrusts of her striving fulcrum overcame any inner need to continue prolonging the moment of penultimate conjoining.
Morris shoved his penis forward and down, driving into Sylvia, feeling her thrilled inner tissues delectably resist, sear, and then totally swallow up the entire length of his hotly burgeoning cock. He shuddered as her inner membranes constricted around' his intruding girth, joyously clinging, quivering, and sizzling with each of his surges. Sylvia's thighs encircled him, locking him tightly to her quivering lower self, her fingers running like the legs of tiny spiders up and down his spine, teasing his shoulders and neck as well as the sides of his face, continually massaging, sliding, tickling, of his face, continually massaging, sliding, tickling, eighteen-year-old girl a vortex of muscular flame swirled its swamp fire clinginess around his pulsating penis, and the girl groaned, "Ohhhhh Morris ... I've waited forever for this. You're filling me up so thoroughly and completely. You're absolutely gigantic in me ... tremendous ... magnificent.
Without pulling back, he pressed down with his pubis, then reached between them with one hand, using a thumb to massage her clitoris as he butted the knob of his throbbing penis into the deepest part of her most tender tunnel. Now he pulled back, fighting the wonderful resistance of her clutching thighs, tugging all but the burly dome from her fervidly adhesive encirclement. He inhaled, then exhaled, then inhaled again....
"Hhhhuuuunnnn!" he gasped, slamming in to his full depth, her clinging legs intensifying the impact. Then he tugged out half the length of his shaft only to slam forward again.
He began a steady rhythmic stroking into her that exacted no toll whatsoever in effort from either of them, yet made the two of them shudder each time he compacted the shuddering accordion folds of her squeezing and unrestrained vagina. Each forward slam sent a recoil jolting back into him, making him shudder. His shuddering made her quiver, causing her breasts to turbulently bounce this way and that.
How long it went on neither of them knew, but Sylvia felt another orgasm suddenly totally overwhelm her, and the sound carried throughout the sorority house as she shrieked, "AAAAAAEEEEEYYYYY ... HHHHHAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHUUUUURRRRRGGGGGHHHHHAAAGGGHHH!"
Morris knew he was a long way from his own satisfaction, and rather than continue pounding into her oversensitive pussy, he slowly eased his throbbing length from her dilated pandiculation. He let her rest for a moment, though his aching penis was dying to bury itself again.
After a few minutes, he began sucking Sylvia's breasts experimentally, wanting to make sure her ultra-sensitivity had passed. When he was convinced she was welcoming him again, he kissed the erotic valley between her breasts as his hands once more smoothed their way to her plump pubic mound. He kneaded her pelvis, dipping his fingers carefully, gently into the sweltering crevice below, wanting to make certain she was ready for more. Then he began kissing a slow, wandering path down the length of her tremulous torso, dwelling at length on the deep-set navel. His tongue flicked across the velvet-skinned ridges of both jutting hip bones, and finally he eased his lips just over the top of her pungently savory hedge and down inside one thigh, tantalizingly close to her yearning nether mouth.
Sylvia tugged him on top of her with his penis temptingly close to her face as Morris speared his tongue against the creamy puff of her vaginal lips, sucking the little nodule of clitoris into his hungering mouth. He whirled his tongue around the little extension as his hands pushed her thighs wide apart. He drove his face in and down, into the sucking mouth of her funnel that had only a few minutes earlier contained his throbbing cock. He slurped the clitoris again and again, frenziedly tongue-whipping it. His hungering kiss repeatedly worked it over, and Sylvia responded by plunging the strangle-tight ring of her lips to the base of his throbbing penis, nuzzling his testicles while her throat muscles prepared themselves. The dome of his penis slid into her gullet and her throat locked around it, compounding the throbbing ache in his balls by intensifying her oral suction. Pulses of blistering thrills shot through the boy.
Morris pumped his head in the heatedly blistering and wriggling grasp of her smooth thighs, the clingingly carnivorous blossom of her vaginal orifice surrounding his nose as it fucked into her. He almost cannibalized her clitoris, his hands fastening themselves to the jutting swells of her rounded buttocks, clenching savagely, straining as if to pull her asscheeks apart, possibly in an attempt to literally pull the girl in half. In return, Sylvia tugged Morris's buttocks apart, clawing viciously deep in the narrow channel between-them with her fingers. She seemed bent on swallowing more than the head of his penis. She wanted the entire length of his prick down her throat, along with his testicles. Sylvia opened her mouth wider as if trying to swallow him up from asshole to navel, in a single bite.
The fury of their oral lovemaking shortly became too intense to be contained by their interlocked bodies and stabbing heads. Their legs twitched and flexed erratically as they heaved and slammed against one another in overpoweringly lustful desire, her breasts slamming into his belly, the nipples burning him with their heat, his hips machine-gunning his throbbing length in solidly violent strokes through the crushing pressure of her encircling lips, bullying into her grappling pharynx. A particularly violent upheaval rolled them a hundred-and-eighty degrees so that he was on the bottom and she was on top. Morris was so devoutly absorbed in the heavily flooded depths of her fluttering pussy he didn't feel Sylvia's weight at all, and was only aware of the shift in their position when the girl began gagging, her esophagus squeezing the tight ramrod of meat. She suddenly snapped her head free and lay gasping and wheezing on top of him. Her thighs, however,, maintained their tight, viselike grip until he also, paused, concerned at the choking, coughing, spluttering noises that reached his ears despite her thighs muffling them. Then as she controlled and finally brought her throat's spastic attack under control, she tugged her knees inward and rose from an enervated sprawl to kneel shakily above him.
"Darling, I'm so terribly sorry," she gasped. "It's just that I've never taken so much penis so deeply into my throat, before. You're so thick, and the way you were pumping in there...."
"It's just as well," Morris assured her. "I'm getting close to coming, and I might have cracked your jaw with my thighs."
Squirming out from under her, Morris kneeled behind Sylvia as she bent over in dog-fashion. He reached under her arms to heft her lovely breasts for a moment, then slid his hands back to grasp her hips for leverage. The upper surface of his throbbing cock now lay in the groove of her gaping defile as she kept promising him that the next time she would make him come in her mouth. Morris smiled and sank back on his haunches. The rigidity of his throbbing penis lofted itself and aimed directly into the bore of her sweet scabbard.
"Yessssss...." Sylvia gasped. "Fuck me like the bitch I am for not having the strength to keep your cock down my throat. I deserve it. Fuck me, darling!"
His answer was to sink half his throbbing length into the tight snugness of her narrow culvert. It took three more solid strokes to sink the rest of it all the way into her shuddering swamp. The last shove compressed her rounded buttocks with slapping, gut-jolting impact. Morris began immediately pumping, long slide-and-thrust strokes, each bringing about the same abrupt spine-shocking collision. The smoothly narrow-oval withdrawals and assaults were lubricated abundantly by her vaginal oils, yet there was such tightness in her there was ample friction, steadily causing the stimulus level to mount and increase. Soon now, the genital thermostat in him would be tripped sending torrents of sperm cascading into her vaginal wall.
Sylvia's level of responsive excitement had quickly re-established itself. She was reacting once more with almost epileptic intensity that had prevailed throughout their-first bout of intercourse and the sixty-nine that had followed. Whether this represented a nearly continuous orgasm, a succession of peaks interspersed with subtle sub-orgasmic moments, or a continual teetering on the edge of paradise without fully achieving it was something of which she was uncertain. She knew she had come when they had first embraced, a small, mild orgasm, and she was almost positive the overpowering thrill blasting through her when they had fucked before was another orgasm, but her passion and love for this man was so great, in between she felt an uninterrupted overabundance of subliminally climactic sensations. Certainly her moaning and quaking transports of inner rapture were so prodigious that in other females they would have been considered a sensual overload; in other words an ongoing series of orgasms.
This only happened with Morris, though ever since that orgy where she had first met him, Sylvia had given herself to no other male. As good as Tom Ware had made her feel, he had been unable to set off a series of continual electrical erotic circuits in her. She wondered if she was uniquely designed, sexually.
Her responses always somehow or other managed to return in full the measure of delight Morris managed to build in her. Every iota of pleasure was shared mutually and reciprocally. Morris was also experiencing new degrees of inner stimulation beyond their previous joinings. Now, as he continued pounding his throbbing pecker in and out of her curruscated channel, even greater whirlpoolings of conscious delight filled his pelvis, and his scrotum began to once again bounce as he prepared once more to unleash the contents of his testicles. This time there would be no premature abortion as he gathered his entire being into itself, triggering the muscular mayhem of legs, hips, belly, and thighs, screaming, "OHHHHH ... YYYEEEAAAGGGHHH!" as the counterpoint pull of his arms smashed her buttocks back to his battering pubis repeatedly, moving faster and faster causing burst after heavily gushing burst of testicle-withering sensation through his penile conduit, exploding it into Sylvia's ravenous vagina.
At the height of this whipping, beating, rhythmic crescendo, Morris seemed to slam into her more deeply than ever before, and straining to maintain the greater penetration, hurled back his shoulders and head in a quivering bending of his spine, hands locked on her thighs and pinning her tightly to his own loins.
Flaming jets of searing sperm blowtorched into Sylvia's vitals and the girl slammed her buttocks upward so hard the momentum caused her buttocks to crash against Morris's belly. The force was so great, she toppled backward against him, and he fell flat on his back, legs managing to straighten themselves out, miraculously uninjured. Sylvia, still impaled to the utmost on his not-yet-shrinking phallus knelt facing his feet, her tapered back towering above his groin, the room's dimness making her look as if she were growing from between his legs.
Sylvia's vaginal sphincter clamped down firmly, refusing to allow the blood filling the sacs in Morris's cock to retreat, and though the rest of his body went utterly limp from exhaustion, Sylvia gripped his penis all the more tightly between her labia, posting and plunging atop the man, her head tossing wildly from side to side, her hair no longer upswept but loose and whipping about. Her shoulders and her perfectly rounded breasts swung into a rhythmically syncopated dance, flopping from side to side as her buttocks leaped and flashed against his hairy pelvis.
He lay still and watched, panting, gradually flexing his sinews, his body bathed in peaceful bliss as she rode him, grinding down with her full weight as she wriggled on him, slamming her hips forward and back in a snapping, penis-milking staccato of shifting pressures, corkscrewing her marshy engulfment up and down as she galloped on top of him again and again. After several such revolutions she craned her left knee outward and then up, until her foot was planted beside Morris's thigh. She repeated this contortion with her right foot so that she was now squatting, hugging her doubled-up knees and teetering a little. Then, extending her arms all the way out on either side of her, she moved like a tightrope walker, slowly beginning to rum around.
Morris, unable to believe he was still erect, braced himself for a quick roll since the alternative would be to have his cock wrenched painfully if she lost her precarious balance. Somehow, Sylvia brought one foot over his thighs, inched around, extended her nearer leg and swung it across his entire upper body. Only as she attempted to prop her knees under her again did she topple forward, her breasts slamming against his almost hairless chest like two blockbusters. Her mouth crushed against his, and the two embraced for the longest time as they kissed. Her knees flailed out on either side of him and finally assumed the standard copulatory position as she slammed her body against his again and again.
The tightness of her vagina had refused to let his organ shrink, and little by little desire slowly built in Morris. He knew he would be in lousy shape for classes tomorrow, but the hell with that. This was a fuck he would never forget.
"Drill me," Sylvia begged. "I can feel it, I can feel it!"
He gripped her solidly and rolled her over onto her back, then forced her legs to jackknife back until her knees touched her breasts. He worked himself forward and above her, pressing on her lower legs so they were unable to straighten out, remaining bent under his weight. Now his penis was pounding vertically down into her vagina, and Sylvia was gasping, "Oh Lord! Lord! This is so unbelievably wonderful and delicious.
Because he was leaning his weight on her lower legs, Morris was unable to apply hip thrusts, and a wild stimulus flowed through his vitals derived entirely from the clenching and unclenching of Sylvia's vaginal muscles as they worked around his hardened spear. Because both had attained orgasm so fully, it was a long, long, delicious climb for the two of them to the towering orgasmic blast that germinated deep in the sizzling embers of his testicles. Long before he neared his summit, Sylvia was gasping and groaning with consummately blissful exhaustion, her arms gone limp, and her face slack save for her mouth which continued kissing his, for as he came, her kisses muffled any bellows that might have issued from him.
He did come at last, his back bowed, his toes digging into the bed lifting the rest of his body, and he teetered in petrified ecstasy on Sylvia's upturned vulva-lips, feeling bolts of blistering lightning blaze through his spine and burst into her, hurling a rainstorm of sperm through the reeling, delirious unity forged by his cock in her cunt.
Morris held the position long after the final convulsion of sperm-spewing, bone-jarring frenzies that had welded them together. Sylvia lay for a long time as if in a coma despite the continuous strain on her doubled-up form.
Finally he eased himself from her body and lay next to her, allowing her body to straighten out.
"Hell Week will soon be over," Sylvia whispered to Morris.
"I know," Morris replied.
"I have to help Lisa with the new pledges. You know that."
"Yes," he said in a small voice.
"Will it make a difference between us?" she wanted to know.
"Nothing's going to make a difference between us," he told her. "You didn't even have to ask a thing like that."
"Will you be watching?"
"I have to. The rules."
"Good! Just knowing you're there will give me the courage I need."
CHAPTER TEN
The induction of the ten members of Delta Omega Gamma took place at the nearby beach. Although it was late November, the regular DOG members had brought and set up tents on the " beach, and inside large bonfires had been built. The tents had openings in the top to allow smoke to escape, but most of the canvas walls kept the heat in.
Lisa had selected Sylvia and Bea, the slender brunette with the Italian hair bob and the boyish hips to handle the ten men with her. Actually, the new pledges had been polled, and the two girls, along with Lisa, were their choice. Since they had just successfully come through Hell Week, including a dunk in the frigid ocean, it was agreed the boys had a right to whomever they wanted ... this time. The first six pledges had gone, one at a time, satisfied with simple missionary fucking. The last four wanted to take on the three girls together.
There were three Caucasians and one Black pledge left. The Black one, Darren, had a father who had become wealthy in the beer truck business. He was over six feet in height, with high cheekbones, short, close-cropped hair, and a lean and powerful body. Like all the others there, he loved his beer and had enjoyed too much of it. So he had stumbled nakedly out of the tent and had emptied his bladder halfway down the beach. Then he stumbled back, more than a little drunk. Sylvia, the brown-haired one with the whitest skin was the one he wanted.
Once inside, he found it difficult to focus his eyes in the flickering of the two large bonfires, especially with all the Deltas and Kappas standing around and cheering on the girls handling the new members. In reality, quite a few of the fraternity and sorority members had already paired off and were lying on the sandy ground, screwing up their own storms, as well. There were copulating bodies ringing both bonfires as well as the standees who were too drunk to do anything other than cheer, but by now everyone was naked. They were even fucking in three and fours. Darren was determined to get in on this. Hell! He was no virgin, but to get into the Kappa girls was really something. He shook his head, trying to clear the images in front of him, but nothing changed when he opened his eyes. There was a couple grunting and groaning near his feet. Bending, he ran his hand along the girl's back-she was on top of the boy-and felt perspiration. He was drunker than shit, all right, but it wasn't going to keep him from fucking his head off.
Staggering to the nearest bonfire, he looked across and saw Sylvia on the other side, her short, upswept brown hair somehow still in place. She was sitting astride a blond boy, Brian Durn, one of the other pledges, and he was pounding his penis up into her vagina as if he were a maniac. Yeah, it was obvious she was tight all over. She had her eyes half-closed, as if she were far away from all that was happening, Durn's hands on her full white breasts like the hairy cups of a brassiere.
Darren stood there frozen for a long, long moment. Yeah, that was her, all right, and now that she was fucking away like crazy it wouldn't deter him ... not Darren. Hell! He wanted her, and if he wasn't able to fuck her cunt, there were other parts of her body to be used. He strode over to Sylvia, noting that even though her mind seemed far away, her body was keening insanely.
Dropping to his knees, Darren inched between Brian's hairy legs until he reached the twin moons of Sylvia's buttocks, his black cock jutting forward like the prong of a Brahma bull in the firelight. It hung before him, huge, menacing, and pulsing visibly closer as he inched closer to the girl's tiny, crumpled winking asshole. Between her roundly dimpled buttocks it gleamed so invitingly. Yeah, those asscheeks were as white and as smooth as any ass he had ever encountered. Being black hadn't stopped Darren from screwing white girls. But he had to admit, this was the roundest ass of the purest white he had ever seen.
Sylvia felt Brian Durn's thick penis slicing ferociously into her vagina, but her mind was locked on Morris Schmm who was staring at her from ten feet away. There was a look in his eyes that told her he wished he was the one who was there, but there was no reproach on his face. He understood, and he still loved her. This made fucking for Kappa Alpha Tau even more bearable. Therefore she allowed the thrilling sensations of sheer sensuality to ripple through her skin as the penis continued knifing into her cunt, threatening to split her open like a cantaloupe.
* * *
Lisa Grey had already finished with her pledge and had wanted to take on Darren. One thing about Lisa was, she was completely unprejudiced when it came to cocks. Turning to her left, she saw Bea lying on the ground with the third pledge, Cliff Smythe, a tall, handsome, dark-haired boy with a lean white form. Cliff was groaning and ramming into the slender Bea, and looking at them reminded her of the time Tom Ware had been fucking into Sylvia's mouth. She had done it then, why not now?
Getting to her feet, she straddled Bea's beautiful body, then bent her knees a little, presenting her sperm-filled vagina to Cliff. Opening his eyes, he saw the pussy before him, dripping with white froth, and as he stared it moved closer and closer to his face.
"Suck it for me, Cliff. Suck all the sperm out and make me come!" Lisa gasped, hurling her hips forward even more to give his mouth access to her aching cunt, drenched with need for satisfaction.
"Jesus!" Cliff gasped, thoroughly aroused at the sight of her pink pussy. He was panting heavily, almost ready to pop his load into Bea's moaning body. Gripping his head by the ears, Lisa pulled it forward until his mouth pressed against her swollen, lust-slicked flesh. Cliff groaned loudly, and Lisa sighed with a thrill of delight as the lengthy tongue shot out and stabbed into the quivering vaginal concavity between her thighs. Delightfully thrilling lascivious bursts charged through her trembling body and she arched forward even further to keep her cunt in contact with the man's masticating mouth. She looked at Tom Ware, off to the side, and he was smiling at her. Things were going to be good again, but from now on, permanently. On her ring finger she wore Tom's school ring, soon to be exchanged for a solitaire. Yes, life was going to be very good for Lisa Grey. She was not only going to end up marrying the man of her dreams, but the two of them would go through life, swinging together with multitudes of others. Life was really good.
* * *
Sylvia felt someone clutching her hips and at first she thought Brian had somehow moved his hands down, but still feeling them on her breasts, thumbing them so they remained pebble-solid, he was continuing to kiss her mouth in between gasps of how lucky he was to have her.
Hands were stroking her rounded buttocks, teasing them, tickling them, and then she felt something digging at her anus. Pulling her mouth from Brian Durn's, she tried sitting up and looking behind her. As her head turned, she felt something pike almost painfully past her sphincter. Unnnh! What was he doing to her?
Darren leaned forward so that the head of his massively erect penis, like a monstrous implement of torture, pressed insistently against the tiny defenseless hole between Sylvia's raised asscheeks. Reaching down with both hands, he stretched her whitely glistening moons wide apart as the onlookers cheered him on. He used his thumbs to open her rear hole wider. Her entire buttocks was jiggling from the jarring Brian Durn was giving her from beneath as he fucked straight up into her cunt. Darren shoved his huge penis forward with a mighty thrust, sending the tip into her rectal orifice. The muscular walls of her rectum were incredibly tight and they strained mightily to keep the penis out.
With a particularly brutal thrust, the half-drunk Darren slammed his huge, thick log of black flesh far into the depths of her tightly innocent rectum, tearing through the narrow membraneous tunnel until he was in almost to the hilt. His hands clutched hard at her hips to maintain his cock in that tight, viselike channel as he felt Brian Drun's cock sawing in and out of her other tunnel.
"Aaaaiiiyyyiiiii!" Sylvia gasped. "It hurts!"
"What'sa matter pretty girl, haven't you ever been ass-fucked before?"
"No!" she gasped. "Not alone, and not like this!"
"Hey, what's going on here?" Brian asked, snapping out of his reverie and seeing Darren for the first time. He had been too busy fucking with his eyes closed, enjoying Sylvia Silver to the utmost. The beer he had swallowed also had him dizzy but not too dizzy to keep him from enjoying the tightness of Sylvia's compressing cunt.
"Hell, I'm just getting a little free ass, man," Darren said to Brian. "We're frat brothers now, and it's share and share alike. You use the cunt and I'll use the ass."
Brian threw his head back and laughed, and the sound frightened Sylvia a little. The relationship between the DOGs and the KATs was blatantly sexual, but not sadistic. Someone was going to have to straighten these two out.
With another vicious lunge Darren's long cock was entirely inside Sylvia's asshole. His brillo-like pelvic hair was scrubbing the white cheeks of her backside, scraping her skin raw.
Darren grunted his satisfaction at being lodged all the way into the honky girl's ass, his hands digging into the soft white flesh of her hips. She was panting and gasping insanely, wriggling maddeningly with his last lunge, feeling the full length of his throbbing cock fully buried completely in her rectum.
"Ohhhhh ... myyyyyy ... Lorrrrdddd ... hhhuuuhhhh ... it hurts ... it hurts ... go slow ... please ... please...." she pleaded, wondering if this time she was really going to be sliced into sections by the two moving penises.
Darren had ass-fucked many a female and he was well aware that every one of them learned to love it in a short while. The faster he moved, the sooner her anal tunnel would expand and get used to his cock, and the sooner the pain would disappear. So he ploughed into her rectum with long, invading strokes, feeling the wild sensations rip through his loins at the gripping of her rubbery, rear channel as it moved around his swollenly aching penile length. Wow! This was one ass that was really tight, all right.
Brian Durn, half-drunk, was enjoying himself, immensely. He knew this was probably the only time he would ever get to enjoy Sylvia, and the pressure of her pussy was made tenfold more delightful with the pushing of Darren's cock into her rectum. He began timing his thunderous thrusts to Darren's, ramming her in unison with the Black man.
* * *
Bea's eyes were tightly shut. She wanted nothing to interfere with the incredibly beautiful and fulfilling feeling she was enjoying with Cliff Smythe pumping into her. She loved the weight of his hard body pressing solidly against her, just as she had enjoyed taking on those other boys, earlier. The heat of his flesh thrilled her, and she felt everything so deliciously acutely, as though all the previous fuckings of the evening had been preliminaries for this one. The boy's mammoth penis was slamming into her now and he had taken the time to kiss her all over, first, really getting her warmed up all over again. She was filled with sheer rapture, feeling the way he thrust his phallus in and out, in and out. She never wanted it to end. Bea was one of those girls capable of taking two-hundred penises-one after the other in her vagina, and not feeling sore, afterward.
Cliff had been nuzzling Bea's neck when he had lifted his head to stare into Lisa Grey's cunt. Dimly, he heard her voice ordering him to suck it. Her hands were gripping his ears, pulling his head forward, jamming his face into her feminine tunnel where his tongue began to instantly ream out the pink opening. He groaned, shooting his tongue into her cunt again and again, keeping time with the way he was pumping into Bea.
Bea opened her eyes, sensing something over her. She looked up to see two thighs and a naked pussy above her face with Cliff s mouth plastered to it. She heard Lisa's voice breaking into her reverie, saying, "Do it! Suck me, good!"
Instinctively she wrapped her thighs all the more tightly around Cliffs hips, tugging him even closer into her own flesh. Bea watched the lasciviously lapping tongue fucking into the hot pussy above her head. Thrilled, the sight caused her own vaginal vortex to swirl with incredible electrical lances of titillating static as licentious enjoyment burst through her body even more rapidly. Watching Lisa's pussy being lapped made her think of the many times her own vagina had felt a tongue, and that thought, combed with the pressure of the thick cock inside her, increased her own ardor. Bea clung to Cliff's body for dear life, now. No one was going to get him away from her until he had finished what he had begun.
* * *
Morris Schmm watched with a rigid cock as his lovely Sylvia was being pumped both front and rear. She was feeling some small pain, but she was also frightened and needed calming down. Since all the other pledges had been duly fucked, and Lisa and Bea were handling one of the others while the last two were working on Sylvia, there was no longer any law against his interfering, as long as he didn't disrupt the enjoyment of the two males with Sylvia.
Peeling off his own clothing, he then nakedly walked toward the threesome near the bonfire. The poor girl's mouth was wide open with fright, and he knew he had to do something to calm her down in a hurry.
Sylvia looked up in a blur of pain, the two penises continuing to slam into her soft body as the pledges fucked into her like crazed beasts. There, kneeling nakedly beside he was her loving Morris. He caressed her head and whispered soft words to her, telling her it would all be over soon, and she wouldn't have to face anything again like this until next year ... and by then the new pledges might find other females they'd prefer.
Slowly but surely the panic began leaving Sylvia, and as the panic departed, the pain slowly faded away.
"Morris," she whispered, "don't leave me, don't leave me. Stay with me."
"I'll stay," he assured her.
"Morris, let me suck your penis. I know it sounds crazy, but with your penis in my mouth I'll feel secure. Please ... please ... and push it really deep this time. I won't choke and I won't gag. Honest! I'll be able to swallow it all."
"Sure," he nodded. "For you, I'd cut off my balls if you asked me to."
"No," she whimpered, smiling just a little because he really did love her in spite of what he was witnessing. "Just fuck my mouth, that's all I'm asking."
With Darren's penis buried to the hilt in her rectum, Sylvia was slightly bent forward, and Morris, standing in front of her, his feet straddling Brian Durn's head, had to kneel a little, and Sylvia, leaning forward, swallowed the full length of his penis into her mouth. She sighed as if with relief, sucking on the prick as if it were a pacifier.
To Morris, the hot cave of Sylvia's mouth made his penis feel as if it were welcome. It was as if his cock had come home, and he proceeded sliding it in and out of her warm shelter immediately.
The throbbing lance pushed all the way into her throat, and Sylvia gagged and choked and gurgled, using her hands to grip Morris's buttocks to keep him from withdrawing his phallic length. This time she would successfully suck it, or die in the attempt. Her ears picked up the sounds of the other two men as they panted and gasped, fucking into her all the more violently. Each was exhorting her in turn to fuck faster and suck harder. Little by little, now that she had Morris's cock in her mouth, her fear left her completely and the only thought in her mind was to enjoy everything to the utmost, now.
Sylvia had rammed her own gasps back into her throat, impaling her esophagus on the length of Morris's cock as he shoved the hugely jerking rod into her wet mouth. She was only gurgling and bubbling now, and he fucked into her with a silent fury, loving this woman, and thrilling to the way her mouth tightly clamped around all of his penile length. He was intent on shooting his hot semen into her throat, knowing this was the one thing that would give her the assurance he was there. Yes, he had to fire into the heavenly haven of her esophagus, or he would surely tear his own hair out, because her loving lips were so arousing around his throbbing cock.
Perspiration was pouring heavily from Brian Durn's face and body, as he humped his fulcrum up as solidly as he was able, jabbing his expanding, giant phallus into the wet wound that was Sylvia's preciously tight pussy. He thrilled to the sound of his cock sloshing in the tightness of her cunt now that one of the DOGs had stopped her whimpering with his cock in her mouth. Just looking at the way her mouth pulled on the penis overhead was doing Brian a world of good, making his prick tingle with anticipation. Hell! He also felt the way another cock moved in her ass, and it was almost as if he were fucking the woman in three places at once. No wonder she had become such a popular Kappa so quickly. She was fabulous.
Darren stared at the pink flesh in the girl's rectum pulling out as he withdrew from her forever-widened rectum, the little ridges of flesh seemed more than reluctant to let go of him. They disappeared right back inside her as he pumped his hard black penis back into her tightly gripping ass channel. He slammed back and forth, remembering a poem about Sylvia someone had once written. Hell! As far as he was concerned, this was the Sylvia about whom the poem had been written. Son of a bitch! She had one great ass, even greater than the black asses he had fucked. Shit! The Deltas were accepting him because he was in their class as far as they were concerned. He was part of their world because his father had a lot of money. There was prejudice here, but of a different kind. It was the rich prejudiced against the not-rich, and he was one of the rich, so for a change he was part of the in-crowd. That sure as hell was fine with him.
He drove his cock all the more solidly into Sylvia's rectum, thrilling to the way her anal walls adhered to his propelling penis. He used his cock like a piston thrusting into a valve, for the sight of her lily white flesh, gleaming in the firelight was one of the most singularly arousing sights he had ever seen.
Bea elevated her thrusting hips even higher, almost doubling up now in a frenzy to meet the slamming thrusts of Cliff Smythe's hard lunges into her soft body. They were crashing together, body to body, flesh into flesh, and this was as much fun for her as, if not more fun than, she had enjoyed the night they had orgied in front of the pledges. She loved the sight of Cliff tonguing Lisa. Jesus! She was giving the boy everything she had, and more, and in spite of the way his mouth was buried in Lisa's pussy, his cock was reacting to her-not Lisa.
Bea was shaking and moaning, and her lovely head with its short Italian bob tossed from side to side as she felt a rising tide of blissful frenzy seize her and lift her up to the batteringly bruising thick shaft that Cliff continued to send smashing into her. Scintillating spasms of overpoweringly wanton desire were beginning to build in her pyrexiated vaginal tunnel. Lust spread like clutching fingers through her trembling torso. Bea wondered if she'd faint from all this wonderful feeling. She was so close to her own satisfaction, now.
Lisa, meanwhile, knelt with her head thrown back, letting the Searing tongue inflame her from her vagina, upward. Frenetically she clutched at her own bouncing breasts, gripping them in her hands, using her palms to massage the nipples, pinching them unmercifully, making her vagina twitch and spasm as she crashed it all the more solidly against the hungering mouth of Cliff Smythe. The boy's tongue fucked deeper and deeper into her like a sweet, slimy penis. Her hips bucked and thrust outward licentiously, in her fevered efforts to keep the luridly lecherous contact on her quiveringly erect clitoris. Her interior was creaming so heavily, all the sperm had long ago fallen out of her, and her own juices were freely running down her thighs, now.
Looking down, she stared at the way Cliff was straining his face against her vagina. The neck muscles stood out in great cords as he lapped and slurped into her teeming vaginal opening. This was one boy who really knew how to lick. Not that he was any competition for Tom Ware, but he was good, really good. The Deltas had made a good choice, selecting him.
Bea was babbling incoherently, tossing her head from side to side, thrilling as Cliff's cock bore down through the tight cavern of her sucking cunt. His heavy balls were almost bursting, and he knew he wouldn't be able to hold back much longer. This was more than a reward. It was also a gauge for the future. Whatever females were still watching wanted to know if he was as capable of making them come as he was of coming, himself. So he had to make Bea come, and if possible, he had to make Lisa come, too. He bent his knees and flexed his buttocks hard, sending his cock driving all the way up into Bea's tightly enveloping little vagina, feeling the desperate massaging action of her interior muscles as they strained to drain his balls by sheer muscle power, alone.
Tasting Lisa's heatedly dripping juices inside her flushed cunt was helping to bring Cliffs own satisfaction closer by the millisecond. Jesus but there was nothing in the world like eating a hot cunt when one was fucking.
He felt thrilled as Bea's thighs clung ever more tightly to him, her calves around his butt, her heels drumming into him, trying to force his hard cock so far into her it would lodge in her throat. She would be coming very shortly, now.
Abruptly, Cliff Smythe dimly heard choking sounds beyond the pressures of Lisa's thighs wrapped tightly around his ears. She was stiffening, tightening, and then she shrieked, "WWAAHHAAUUGGHHHAARRGGHHAANNGGHHHH!" Her hot cunt began pumping, slamming unrestrainedly into his gaping maw, her hands tugging on his hair, pulling his face deeper until he felt himself starting suffocate. To save his life he shot his tongue ever deeper into her, sucking harder, pulling, clasping her clitoris with his lips, grinding his mouth against her as she spread her thighs all the wider as if threatening to devour his entire head, hoping to ram it up her hole. Lisa bellowed on and on to the applause of the few onlookers who were not participating in some way. Cliff felt her rippling muscles pull at his tongue and he had to admit he'd never known a vagina with such muscular control that it was able to yank on his oral organ, this way.
She was good, all right. Her vaginal flow tasted like sweetly sticky nectar; a woman's scent, with heady juices pouring and sluicing through his mouth like some sweet mead. He lapped even faster, drinking more swiftly, powering his lower section ever deeper into the throbbing tunnel of Bea's tight little cunt.
Lisa was sagging, her legs slowly giving way, refusing to support her any longer. Yes, yes, it felt so good to have a tongue in there after having been soundly fucked by three other boys, each of whom had given her a happy orgasm. The great, heaving contractions continued in her cunt as she sank to the sand, her open mouth pointing to the top of the tent, and she would have shoved her fingers into her cunt for even greater thrills, had Tom Ware not stepped into the circle and fallen on top of her, slamming his cock into her sucking depths.
Tom, tremendously aroused from having witnessed Lisa being fucked, needed no urging to reach his own pinnacle. He pounded swiftly into her only three times, and then he was yelling, "OHHHHH ... YYYEEEAAAHHHH!" and firing more jets of sperm into her. The thrust of his cock was all Lisa needed for one more final climax. She screeched, "EEEEE!" as she continued thrashing around.
"Hold me ... hold me ... hold me...." Bea was calling out to Cliff as the handsome new member of Delta Omega Gamma threw himself on top of her. Great and shuddering aches of delightful spasms were working through her pulsating vaginal tunnel as massively shivering slivers of overpowering pleasure throbbed through her. Her flesh was being jaggedly rent by erotic lightning, slashing her consciousness and subconsciousness to orgasmic ribbons.
Hearing Bea cry out to him, Cliff surrounded her buttocks with his hands, lifting her body to his as he continued slamming into her, his powering penis battering her pelvis repeatedly as his thrusting organ slid through her tunneled depths again and again, making her squirm and writhe with thrilling glory.
"IIII'MMMMM ... UUUUHHHHH ... COMMMMIIINNNNGGGG!" Bea shouted, writhing and slamming her hips higher and higher as he filled her with his drilling cock again and again.
Abruptly, the man felt his own sensitive inner workings begin to thrillingly mesh as the levers flipped and the lights inside him began flashing on and off, and he was off, soaring into the eternal space of blissful climax as the entire universe powered its way past him.
"YYYAAARRRGGGHHHH!" he bellowed. "EEEYYYAA AGGGHHHUUUNNNGGGHHHH...... AAAHHHAAAUUUGGGHHHH!"
The cries of mindless orgasms and inner sensation were all around him as he continued pounding his spurting seed into the throbbing depths of the horizontal brunette. His own bellows were louder than any others, carrying across the tent to the other campfire, where Darren Purcell was able to hear them.
The new black member of Delta Omega Gamma strained very hard, slamming his hard cock into the squeezing depths of Sylvia's tight rectum, noting how much easier it was to fuck into it. Yeah, her asshole had opened up enough, and she would never again have trouble taking any kind of cock inside it.
Morris was shuddering as he strained and shoved with his knees still bent. His hands caressed Sylvia's cheeks now, feeling them swell and hollow, matching the back-and-forth thrusts of his hard cock in her pretty mouth. She was easily taking it into the depths of her gullet now, crushing his penile tip each time it reached down her throat. On each backstroke more saliva fell from her mouth to the body of the man whose cock was stuffed into her cunt. Morris loved the woman, and the sight of her gulping his cock down so readily made him adore her all the more. She moaned around the organ, making it pulsate and shudder, the feel of her thrilling hot, wet tongue and the pressure of her mucous-lined throat sending soaring tears of ripping delight through his entire body. Her lips pulled on the outer skin of his cock until he was certain she would tear it right off. He was going to shoot his seed down the throat of his beloved, and the way her fingers dug into his buttocks urged him to do just that. He was so close to satisfaction, he knew there was no way for him to delay it any longer.
Sylvia, with three penises in her body, strove for the thrillingly mindless bliss she now knew awaited her. She had not been aware of precisely when the pain in her widened rectum had changed to thrilling pleasure, but she did know her body was suffused with building orgasmic delight. Each of the three penises in her was going to trigger a completely separate orgasm, though all three would descend on her at the same time. She felt it, and she knew there was no way to hold back. She was soaring now as she engulfed all three organs into her clinging body, and she realized that she was no longer being used by two penises while being consoled by a third. She was using all three of them to bring herself happiness. Instead of being used for the pledges' objective masculine lust, she was glutting and gorging herself with the delight each penis was bringing to her. She wanted them, all of them, though she adored the one in her mouth most of all. Had there been any other penises around, she would have taken them into other openings, and had there been no opening, she would have used a knife to make one.
Brian Durn heaved and lifted, lurching his hips up in a straining dance completely off the sand-covered ground beneath him as he strove to fuck the girl on top of him so hard his cock would come out her spine. He knew this was unquestionably the best fuck he'd ever had, and thrilled, feeling Sylvia's love juices spreading all over his thighs as he shoved it into her so deep she was gurgling with delight around the penis crammed down her sucking throat. The gasps were muffled, but they were there. Hell! This was the first time he had ever been part of a group-fuck, but it sure wasn't going to be the last. There were forty girls in Kappa Alpha Tau, and he intended sampling as many of them as possible.
Prior to coming to Mark U. Brian Durn's experience with females had been limited. Oh he'd had some good lays, but nothing like this.
Morris Schmm was no longer able to control his sperm. It came flowing from the tip of his cock in heavy jets, bursting down Sylvia's throat, and the lovely brown-haired girl, whose hair had strangely remained in place, sucked and drank his white fluid as Morris yelled, "AAAYY YAAAGGGHHHH! HHHAAANNNGGHH! AAAGGGHHHAAANNN GGGHHHUUUNNNGGGHHHH!"
Again and again he fired creamy spurts down Sylvia's sucking throat, and again and again she drank, thrilling to the taste of Morris's fluid, enjoying it even more than she had enjoyed Tom Wate's semen. Her hand squeezed Morris's balls, sending more heated jets into her mouth.
The creamy, scalding liquid shot down the back of her throat, and some of it came spurting around the corners of her lovely mouth to dribble down her chin in long strings. Morris stared, watching fascinatedly, pumping more and more fluid into her mouth, watching her graceful, swanlike white throat working to gobble as much of it as possible. She was his, this loving Sylvia. She was his as surely as if the marriage words had already been pronounced. Everything about her was warm and loving and good. Though she had sworn, when they had been alone, that once she left the university she would remain faithful to him, Morris knew he loved her so much, fidelity really mattered very little. What did matter was her continuing to love him. Even with two other penises stabbing into her body he adored her, knowing she was such a good woman that it was the goodness in her that caused her to strain to please the two men inside her. .
Sylvia had drained her lover's balls completely dry, swallowing furiously, aching to have it all in her belly. She inwardly wept when some of it dribbled out of her lips arid dribbled to the belly of Brian Durn. She finished drinking what he had to offer, then she licked his cock and his balls until there was no more semen left. When he was exhausted and fell away to the sand nearby, Sylvia no longer felt self-conscious and afraid.
Brian Durn reached up and grabbed Sylvia around the nape of her neck. He pulled her head down and he began kissing her mouth avidly, though there was none of Morris's sperm left. She had licked her mouth clean. Tasting her tongue sent fevered spasms charging through Brian, and his entire body began stiffening, his hips rotating and jerking in the air while his mouth remained glued to hers. His cock slammed all the way into the depths of her simmering female oven as the long-awaited moment finally came upon him. Her lips prevented him from yelling, but he gasped and groaned, unaware her solid kisses against his mouth were the result of the oral orgasm she had enjoyed because of the pressure of Morris's cock in her throat. An entire paroxysmic tidal wave burst in his testicles. It roared through the tight underground causeway of his ureter like a special train bearing its own personal entourage ... enough sperm to populate an entire country. The streams of semen spurted deep inside Sylvia's lusting vagina, setting off her vaginal climax, but because she was kissing him, she found it difficult to yell, herself.
Brian pounded wildly in and out of her sucking cunt as his spurting penis began shrinking, and Sylvia was riding his throbbing cock like a trained equestrian. The taste of Morris's sperm was still in her throat, tangy and heady with the pure distillation of her lover's passion and desire for her. Darren was still pounding into her rectum, making her buttocks buck, and then she tore her mouth from Brian's and lifted her head as the anal orgasm blasting through her made her feel she was tumbling head over heels down a long alleyway. A massive mountain of volcanic sperm erupted in her shuddering rear-end and she was suddenly flying and without thought. The entire universe had split into a trillion tiny atoms, and she was atomic particles herself, showering down on a whole new world.
"AAAIIIEEEE ... YYYAAAIIIGGGHHHH ... EEEEE ... YYYAAAGGGHHHH ... AAAWWWA A AGGGHHHUUUNNNGGGHHH!" she screamed, and it was like the scream of a dying phoenix with no hope of ever being re-born again. Darren felt his throbbing cock explode into the tightness of her rectum, and he began bellowing, as well, "EEEYYYEEEAAAHHHAAAGGGHHH!" The balloons that were his testicles began bursting as they pumped with flaming fury into her opening while she lay on Brian Durn's insensible body. Streams of heated sperm rushed pell-mell through the long, sensuous baring of his massively expanded black penis, splashing into her colon.
Finally, when his cock had shrunk to the size of a caterpillar, Darren tugged it out, falling senselessly back into the sand. Sylvia was more dead than alive, but managed to stagger to her feet, feeling Brian Durn's penis slosh out of her. White froth fell from her vagina and her rectum as she staggered to where her clothes were.
A blanket fell on her shoulders and she turned to see a fully dressed Morris Schmm helping her from the tent. She smiled at him.
Outside, the night air smelled so clean.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Life in a sorority was anything but boring. Sylvia discovered this with each passing day. True, the other members of Delta Omega Gamma, knowing she had a thing going with Morris Schmm, didn't come chasing after her, though they did let her know they were more than willing to take Morris's place were she to dump him. The other girls carried on as usual, many of them leaving their doors open when entertaining a DOG member. With some people sex takes on a less significant role once they find it is always available to them. Such was not the case with Morris and Sylvia. Though they were able to see one another almost every time they felt like it, with the passing days, they realized a lifetime of being with one another would never be enough.
Sylvia remained an honor student, getting straight A's in all her courses, and helping some of the other KATs who were not as fortunate as she was to have such a clear mind. She even helped Lisa with one of the latter's minors, and the two girls became closer and closer.
"Are you sure you were once a mouse?" Lisa always teased her now that Sylvia was one of the most popular girls on campus.
"That seems like another time, in another world," Sylvia admitted. "I'll always have Tom to thank for breaking me out of my self-imposed shell. I'm glad you and he like each other so much. The two of you are good for one another, and the both of you really deserve the best."
"I won't fight with you," Lisa nodded. "You know, we've already agreed not to set sexual limits on one another once we're married. The funny thing is, I'm first starting to think like a 'respectable' woman-and I'm beginning to wonder if it's such a great idea."
"The best thing about those ideas is that you can always change your mind. Why not worry about it afterward."
"I'll buy that," Lisa nodded. "Are you still intent on becoming the president of the sorority?"
"Would you believe, it just doesn't seem that important any more."
"That's because you've found something a lot more important. Hold onto it. Fraternities and sororities don't last a lifetime. Heck! I'll always be able to look back on these four years in college as something really special. I get some great kicks while I was here, but life is not made up of yesterdays. Life is always what's coming tomorrow."
"I've found that out," Sylvia smiled knowingly. "That's why I'm finishing college in three years instead of four ... so I can save some tomorrows in advance."
"Once you've found someone important to share those tomorrows with, college and hazing and the whole schmeer suddenly doesn't seem that important. Are you going to work once you leave school?"
"You bet. There's nothing wrong with having a little added income. I've seen Morris's father. The man is wonderful, but he looks ten years older than he really is because he's worked so hard. If I work a little, maybe Morris won't have to work so hard,"
"Hey, here comes your ever-lovin', now. Enjoy!"
Lisa watched Sylvia go off with Morris. It was a little early in the day for them to head for a bedroom, though as far as Lisa was concerned it was never too early in the day for sex.
"Well, well, well," Tom Ware said, coming up behind her as she stood outside the Kappa Alpha house, "and what's on your mind at the present time?"
"The usual, Lisa said, smiling. I was just envying Sylvia in a way. After all, she got to find out what it was like to be fucked by both, you and Morris. Though Morris has a great tongue, I never did find out how good he is with his cock."
"You might proposition him," Tom shrugged.
"No, I don't think so," Lisa said. "Suddenly sex with some other stud no longer seems important."
"I sure hope you don't take that attitude with me."
"With you it's become more important than ever," Lisa said, smiling. "In fact, I was kind of hoping you were in the mood for a little early afternoon sporting."
"With you, I'm always in the mood. Tell you what I'd like. I'd like to see if that sweet mouth of yours can give me a double-orgasm like it once did."
"That, dear Tom, depends on exactly what you can do for me. After all, I enjoy having orgasms, too."
"I'm sure of that," Tom nodded. "You always come at least two to my one, and sometimes you come three and even four to my one."
"Women are supposed to come more than men."
"Oh I don't know. There are some women who never have an orgasm at all."
"Probably because they never had a good cock," Lisa teased.
"That's because they don't have a lover like me," Tom Ware insisted.
"That's so true," Lisa agreed. "See how lucky I am. I don't merely have a lover like you. I have you. Like the song says, 'who could ask for anything more?' "
