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or acts that are described here. It is meant solely for the reader's
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reading here. Please do not try these things at home. What may read as
exciting acts may be fatal to the participants if performed in real
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Memories of College Ragging – II

"Cho chweet", Tina cried.

"What's so sweet about it?" Shirley asked disdainfully.

"For you its not strange for us it is", Tina told her.

"For you", Sharmila corrected her.

I guess the surprise must have shown on my face, because Sharmila's
face immediately fell as she realized what she had just said.

"Do you masturbate?" Tina asked me.

"Yes ma'am, I do", I told her.

"They all do", Shirley added.

"Show me how", Tina said, ignoring Sharmila.

I looked around hesitantly.

"Didn't you hear her?" Shirley said pouncing on my penis and squeezing
it in a death grip in her palm.

I cried out in pain and my knees buckled under me. My vision blurred
and I wondered if that was the moment I would die.

Through my blurred vision I saw Sharmila and Sridevi start out of
their seats, shocked by Shirley's behavior.

She let go and I sank to my knees. My penis, which moments ago stood
proud and firm, had shriveled and that hurt more than the pain I felt.

"Stand up", she ordered me.

I slowly got to my feet.

"Now do as she asked you to."

I tenderly took my penis between my fingers and began to stimulate it.
Having four women watching me made the job easier, and soon I was back
in all my glory. I gripped it in my palm and began to earnestly pump
it.

"The shirt's in the way, take it off", Tina called out.

I stopped pumping and pulled my t-shirt over my head.

"Before you resume, take your clothes to the bathroom. There is a
bucket filled with water. Dump them into it. You won't need those
clothes during these two days", Shirley told me.

I gather my clothes and went into the bathroom. Right enough, there
was a bucket filled with water. These women had planned this
meticulously.

When I went out, they were all in a huddle, studying the contents of the bag.

I went and stood in the middle of the living room, waiting for them to finish.

"What?" Sharmila asked me.

"Nothing ma'am", I replied.

"Weren't you given an instruction?" she asked.

"Yes ma'am."

"Then what are you waiting for? An engraved invitation to masturbate?"

I quickly grabbed my penis and began to pump at it again.

Four pairs of eyes were locked on my furiously pumping palm. I closed
my eyes and tried to imagine fucking Sharmila. It worked and I felt my
penis tighten up. I wondered if I would get to fuck her over the
weekend. I opened my eyes to see what her expression was. Her eyes
were locked on my crotch.

I wondered what was running in her mind. Did she like what she saw?
Was she imagining me fucking her?

I closed my eyes and imagined her kneeling before me, her mouth open,
waiting for my sperm to spurt out into it. Her tongue outstretched,
her eyes locked on the tip of my penis. I felt the pressure building
up.

"That's enough", Sridevi's voice was strong and demanding. It cut into
my thoughts and I felt my orgasm running away. I tried to hold on to
it, by continuing to pump, but when the cane lashed across my thighs,
it was truly gone.

Shirley was standing in front of me with the cane in her hand.

"Next time you are given an order, you obey. Is that very clear?"

"Y…y…yes ma'am", I stammered. The blood was still pounding through my
body. My head felt like a pair of African drummers were hammering away
inside it.

"What's that?" Tina asked, pointing to my penis.

Everybody's gaze turned to my crotch, including mine. I drop of
pre-cum was hanging off the tip of my penis, half way down to my
knees.

"That is …", Shirley started and then stopped.

She looked at me, "You explain."

I was lost for words. How do you explain pre-cum to a woman.

"Well ma'am, its called the pre-cum. It is secreted during sex, and I
suppose acts as a lubricant."

"So, it's not your sperm?"

"No ma'am."

Tina came up to me, and took the drop between her fingers.

"Hmm, its slippery, I suppose you are right about the lubrication part."

Then she held it up to her nose and smelt it. I felt my penis grow
hard at her actions. She then touched the tip of her finger to the tip
of her tongue and tasted it.

"Hmm, not bad at all", she said as she walked away.

I squeezed a quick look at Sharmila. Her gaze was locked on Tina.

"How often do you jerk off?" Shirley asked me as she returned to her seat.

"Almost everyday ma'am", I replied.

"What a waste!" she replied.

"If he's not careful one day he'll have to hang an Out of Stock board
over his dick", commented Sharmila.

Everybody laughed, I smiled.

"Oh! I almost forgot", Sridevi said. "I have a gift for you. It's on
the table. Bring it here."

I went to the dining table, which was to one corner of the living
room, and picked up a gift-wrapped box and brought it back.

"Open it", she instructed me.

I undid the wrapping and took out a kitchen apron. Across the front
was the caption, "Ready to serve".

"Put it on", she instructed me.

I put the apron over my naked body and tied it behind me.

"This is really erotic", Shirley said.

"Go make us some coffee darling", Sharmila instructed.

I went into the kitchen. As I prepared the coffee I could hear a lot
of giggling and jabbering in the living room. I wondered what they
were talking about.

I took the coffee to the living room on a tray. I served them the
coffee and then waited.

I noticed Tina nudging Shirley. I wondered what it was all about.
Sharmila didn't look too pleased, so I was guessing that they had
planned something unpleasant for me.

"Have you ever licked a lady before?" Shirley asked me.

"No ma'am."

"Well, there is a first time for everything. Why don't you come here
and show Tina just how much you care for her pleasure."

I knelt before Tina, who spread her legs. I gently raised her skirt,
and found she wasn't wearing panties. I guess she removed it when I
was in the kitchen.

I had never done this before and didn't have a clue of how to start.
But the aroma was her womanhood was driving me nuts.

I moved in closer and kissed her cunt. There was a very audible sharp
in-take of breath. I looked up and Tina had leaned back on the sofa,
her head facing the ceiling. I assumed she was happy. I kissed her
again, and again. Then I took her vaginal lip in my mouth and sucked
on it.

"Yesssss!" she cried.

I tried to remember all the porn I had seen and how men had done this.
I spread her legs out a little more, and ran the tip of my tongue over
the length of her gash.

Her thighs snapped shut around my head. She squeezed me in a death
grip. Air was at a premium and I had no where to go. She twisted, as
she writhed, almost taking my head off my torso. I thought I would
die, and remember thinking that it wasn't the worst way to die.

After what seemed like ages, I felt the pressure ease and I pulled
away, taking a long, deep breath as I did. I fell backwards on the
floor and kept gulping air to appease my starving lungs.

(To be continued)
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