The following is adult fiction intended for legally mature adults to view at their discretion, where and when it is legal to do so. Similarity to persons, living or dead is coincidence. The author reserves all rights. Permission is granted to archive in places where adults can legally view it free of charge, and as long as no words are changed, including this disclaimer. Clydesdale Among the Fillies, Part 10 By Spunk N. Wagnels For earlier parts, see at bottom. Back at the sorority house the next morning, Marie told Clyde that he had been avoiding his chores and responsibilities lately and that he would have to refocus if he were to continue to live in their basement rent-free. Clyde was a little worried by that. He thought he was doing all that was asked of him. As humiliating and embarrassing as his experience had been so far there, he was having the time of his life. Being the "mascot" for a sorority was a unique honor that only a select few guys had experienced over the years, and the Beta Delta Pi Sorority girls were by far the best looking girls on campus overall, as far as he could tell. "What more do you want me to do?" He asked her. "Try being more solicitous of the sisters." Marie suggested, but could see that he wasn't following her, so she took him into her confidence, "A girl likes to be fancied. You know, appreciated." "But ..." Clyde interrupted. "But what?" She said. "I was nearly kicked out because I was accused of fancying someone when I really wasn't." He asserted. "Oh that. Wendy has a bee buzzing up her dress." She said. "Frankly, I don't even know how she made it into this house in the first place. "But what about that time in the shower. I was only trying to help. That girl acted like I was trying to attack her." "Clyde, you've got a lot to learn about women." "You're telling me." He said sarcastically. "We like having a good looking guy around here like you." Clyde blushed. Marie continued. "If our rules or ways seem a little strange to you, it is because much of it is based on tradition handed down over the last twenty or so years. Some contention comes from those sisters who can't deal with the stress of keeping all of this a secret from the school. And, some sisters just weren't right for this sorority in the first place." "Wow, Miss Marie, I'm really glad you told me this." Clyde replied. "Clyde, do you want to know the best kept secret of all?" She said. "Do I!?" He said, as if at the foot of a Master. "Well Clyde, the truth of the matter is, girls like you to look at them and appreciate what you see..." "Yeah." Clyde said to keep her going. "But sometimes, if you see more than you should, and you get caught, then the girl needs to act indignant and scold you for it to save her dignity." She said. "So you're saying..." "So I'm saying, look all you want. But there may be a price to pay if you see more than is intended and you get caught at it. Does that make sense?" She asked. "Now you see. I just caught you looking at my cleavage." "Um." Clyde swallowed audibly. "No that was okay, you weren't staring or glaring." Clyde looked relieved. "But if I accidentally flashed you my breasts while bending over and I caught you enjoying the look down my blouse, then there would be a price to pay for taking that advantage of me." She said. "I'd be forced to be mad at you, or it would look like I did it on purpose. You see?" "Wow." Clyde exclaimed. "Thank you for being so straight with me." "Well, I've been straight with you. Why aren't you straight with me?" She asked. "Ah, what do you mean?" Clyde asked confused. "There was a time that I would sit on your bed next to you like this and you'd show your appreciation with a straightness between your legs." She said accusingly, leaning back away from him. "Have you been taking matters into your own hands when you are away from here?" "Ah, not exactly." Clyde replied uneasily. "Well, you'd do well to act more like you appreciate being here, or the sisters will get bored with you and ask that we find a replacement." Marie warned, placing her hand on his semi-erect penis and giving it a gentle squeeze before getting up to leave his room. Clyde looked at her sexy legs and rounded rear as she headed for the door, but quickly looked up at her face when she turned and gave him one last seductive smile as she moved from sight. At school, Clyde caught Maggie briefly before she went to class. I can't get together with you tonight." He said sullenly. "I've got to get caught up with some things around the house." "That's too bad, but it's okay. I've got things I can do too." Maggie said, in some measure relieved. "I'm not going to be able to see you after school for awhile then, because next weekend, I've got a wedding to attend. Hey, why don't you go with me?" She said brightening. "A wedding?" Clyde replied non-plussed. "Sure, you can come. It will be okay, because I'm in the wedding." She explained. "Oh come, please? It will be fun." "Okay." He said skeptically. "I'll even see if I can get you a place at the rehearsal dinner." She said excited. Clyde agreed and they parted. Back at the house, Clyde went to his room to think about what Marie had said earlier. "How can I be more solicitous than I already am?" He thought to himself. Moments later, he heard noise coming from the rec. room. He got up to investigate. He looked in and saw a good portion of the sorority circled around some activity. As he approached, he realized that two girls were in a catfight. It was the two girls he had had trouble with wrestling each other, Wendy with the aquarium and "Betty Rubble" at the Shimmy Chamois Shindig, the girl from the shower. When he was right up to the circle, Vivian said, "Go get your camera. This is one for the yearbook." Clyde followed her instructions, but was worried about possible repercussions since the two girls fighting each had a hardon for him. When he returned, they were standing a few feet apart facing off and yelling obscenities at each other. Clyde asked Vivian, "Don't you think we should break it up before someone gets hurt?" "Ha." She exclaimed. "You try it. These two have hated each other since Wendy joined the sorority." "Why's that?" Clyde asked. "It runs deep, but now Wendy has accused her of something and it apparently was a wrongful accusation, so Liz wants to teach her a lesson." Vivian said. Then with a smile, "Isn't it fun?" Then she pushed him into the front of the circle. "Go on, get some shots." Liz glared at him when she saw Clyde standing there with a camera. Wendy took advantage of the momentary lapse of attention and stormed Liz, put a bear hug around her waist and turned it into a twisting take down to the floor. Wendy straddled her waist and was trying to pull on Liz's hair. Liz was heaving her hips up to buck Wendy off and pushing her back off of her with her hands on Wendy's shoulders and chest. When Wendy tried to get Liz's hands off of her, Liz's fingers were caught in the collar of Wendy's top and ripped it down so that it exposed the left cup of her bra. FLASH! Clyde's camera went off. "Woops!" He thought, as he saw Wendy rally a glare at him. Liz took advantage of Wendy's distraction to successfully buck her off and to the side to reverse positions on her. Wendy sort of cowered with her arms squeezing over her breasts and her hands, palms facing out, ready to protect her face. Liz sat for a moment feeling she was in a superior position contemplating what she would do to teach Wendy a lesson. She took her cupped hand and slapped it up onto Wendy's crotch making a "Whuft," sound, causing Wendy to squeal bloody murder. "That'll teach you to not accuse me of going through your things." Wendy wanted Liz to feel the intense pain she had just dished out, so with widened and determined eyes, she reached up and viciously pinched Liz's left breast adding to it a 180-degree twist. Liz fell forward with her hands catching herself on the floor on either side of Wendy's head, awash in pain. Wendy then took her other hand and grabbed what she could of Liz's pussy through her shorts and squeezed with all her might, and exclaimed, "I'll teach you not to mess with me ever again." "Are you sure we shouldn't break this up?" Clyde asked again. "Hurry and take that shot." Vivian directed. FLASH! Liz was squirming to break free from the two death grips, but her hands were required on the ground to hold her up. Wendy regripped each stronghold and ratcheted them up. Liz squealed in pain and finally collapsed on top of Wendy, successfully breaking the grip on her tit and pussy for the moment. Her larger frame and weight was a concern for Wendy who feared for her breathing, and she pushed Liz up and over off of her and scrambled to her feet, trying to put the torn flap of material hopelessly back in place. Liz too got to her feet for another face off, holding her injured tit and pussy with her hands. "That's it." Liz threatened. "Now you're gonna pay for this." They both showed their teeth and went for each other's hair, screaming in pain. It became a battle of wills, and Liz's, apparently having been wrongly accused, was greater as she took one hand from Wendy's hair and grabbed the dangling material to rip it all the way down to its bottom. "Go on." Vivian nudged Clyde. "Shoot this." FLASH! Wendy looked down in horror at her torn top. Liz seized the moment, and the hanging flap, and ran around behind Wendy, pulling it completely off both arms. Wendy looked at Clyde and covered her bra with her crossed arms. Vivian nudged Clyde. FLASH! Wendy was frozen with indecision between covering herself in modesty with the camera flashing at her or fighting back. This indecision gave Liz just enough time to unbutton the top of Wendy's shorts and pull down the zipper. "Nooo." Wendy squealed. "Now." Vivian directed. FLASH! Went Clyde. With Wendy padding in place, Liz grabbed her panties in back and pulled them hard up into the crack of her ass. Then, with Wendy reaching in shock to the rope of material cutting her in half, Liz pulled her shorts down into a pile at her feet. FLASH! Clyde didn't need prompting. "That's it." Vivian said to Clyde feeling under the short material in front of him for an erection check. Next, Liz went for Wendy's bra with her free hand. Wendy tried to turn right and left alternately to get Liz away from her back while holding an arm across her breasts and the other hand trying to dig the bunched up material out from between her labia. The unhooked bra straps popped around and she looked in panic at the camera poised to get the moment her bra was to come off, and yelled, "I give! I give." She now had to hold the loose bra across her breasts with both hands and give up on the panty material Liz was holding to menace her nether region. "Okay," Liz began, "I'll let up if you apologize, ...kiss my left breast, my cunt, ... and ... suck off the mascot." "Nooo, not that." Wendy protested. "I'm sorry. Maybe you weren't the one. I'm sorry for accusing you and assuming it was you." "Damn right." Liz said, pulling up on the material from behind for emphasis. "Now you're going to apologize to the areas on me you injured." She let up on the panties dropping Wendy to the ground almost an inch and pulled up her own top on the left side so Wendy could kiss her left tit. Wendy bent forward, careful to hold her hanging bra cupped over her breasts, turned her head to avoid Liz's hand and kissed her tit. FLASH! "Good one." Vivian declared, and patted Clyde's erection on its tip with the palm of her hand. Then Liz grabbed the bunched panty in the front and dragged Wendy along with her to the couch. When she sat down on the edge and let her knees hang wide, she ordered. "Now kiss my lips and say you're sorry when you do." Wendy knelt down between Liz's legs and then looked back at everyone to see them smiling and giggling at her, but for the longest and most apprehensive moment at Clyde who was poised with camera aimed and Vivian with her hands resting encouragingly on his shoulders. FLASH! Then she put her sobbing face into Liz's crotch and hummed some nondescript words into it. FLASH! Vivian gave Clyde two full-length strokes, "That's it Cameraboy." "Okay Clyde." Liz said. "Don't say I never did anything for you. Get over here." "Here," Vivian said taking the camera from Clyde, "I'll hold this for you." Looking at the kneeling Wendy, Clyde didn't want to get involved, "I don't think ..." "Get over here." Liz ordered sternly. Clyde approached them with his hands trying to cover his erection. He looked down at Wendy communicating "I'm sorry," with his eyes. "Take your hands away and hold up the hem." "Yes, Miss Liz." He obeyed. "Now kiss his stick." Liz ordered of Wendy. Wendy slowly turned on her knees until she was facing Clyde. She looked at his erection throbbing and bobbing before her eyes. Still clinging to the modesty her bra could provide she pleaded, "Pleeease, don't make me do this." "Do it now." Liz ordered, pulling the scrunched up nylon panty tightly into Wendy's crease. "Eeeeeaaaah, ooooo, stop, yeow, god, please stop." Wendy screamed. "Do it." Liz repeated. Shortly after Wendy put her lips on Clyde's cock, Liz let up on the panty. FLASH! Clyde stood motionless, so Wendy had to do all the work. Wendy was awkward at the task. She hadn't done it before, having only talked about it. And, holding her bra onto her breasts with her hands made it a little difficult to maintain the best balance. As she took his cock in, Liz pulled slightly up on the panty; as Wendy let his cock slide out, Liz let down on the panty. The burning, cutting pain between her legs evolved into a dull painful excitement. The motion of the rope of panty that Liz was pulsing across her pussy was sending electrical messages to her brain causing her to grow dizzy with lust. In order to maintain her balance, Wendy needed to widen her knees and remove her hands from her breasts to put them on the backs of Clyde's legs. Her bra fell away and her erect nipples confirmed to the onlookers that this was exciting her. FLASH! Liz moved off of the couch down onto one knee beside Wendy and molested her right nipple, wobbling her entire breast to the amusement of the others and to the consternation of Wendy who was now worrying about embarrassing herself further by climaxing in front of her sisters. Liz further fertilized the idea of climaxing by warning, "You'd better make Studmuffin cum before you do, or you'll regret it." With the constant pulsing sensation in her pussy matching the in and out motion of Clyde's cock, and the teasing molestation of her right breast and nipple, Wendy was using every ounce of concentration to focus on bringing Clyde to a climax before she would be forced to do it herself in front of an audience. She took her mouth away from Clyde's penis and desperately pulled Liz's hand away from her breast, "Noooo..." She whined in panic, but Liz replaced it and pinched her nipple hard to communicate to Wendy that she was in charge. Wendy grimaced in pain, then went back to slurping and sucking Clyde's penis as energetically as she possibly could. "Yes, that's it..." She thought to herself, as she sensed Clyde's impending release based his involuntary thrusting motions. "Oh god, cum you pig... That's it come on, cum for me... hurry! Yes that's it... Oh yes... that'a boy." She talked to herself as Clyde's hot semen filled her mouth just in time. She let it drool out and caught a couple of shots to her eyes before Clyde backed his way out of her grip exhausted. "Ahyee, ahyee, ah, ah, ...ah ..." She exclaimed catching her breath, now wondering why the sensation on her breast and between her legs had stopped. FLASH! "You want to cum now don't you." Liz said knowingly. Wendy flickered her eyes and put her hands over her swollen breasts. Her knees were wide and her puffy lips tried to hide the wet twisted nylon holding her sexual frustration in a state of suspended animation. One slight tug on the material, and she would lose it right there uncontrollably. "No, please. I did what you said." Liz's finger traced a line down her back. "No please." Wendy said in panic. "Not here... No... Not..." And Liz took a hold of the panties in back and tugged gently but firmly in a pulsing manner, and Wendy hit the ceiling. "oooooooEEEEEyah, no ooooo, no ooooo, ohmygod, no...stop, please stop, no oooo... phew, phew,..." Liz toyed with her until the panty tugging no longer had an effect and slowly milled out of the rec. room with the others. Wendy lay in a heap on the floor, not caring that her precious tits were exposed now with her arms lying out to the sides, and too exhausted to pull the menacing material free from her crotch. Clyde received his camera back from Vivian in his room. "Good job Cameraboy. How long before I can see the shots we took?" Clyde let it out that he had darkroom time reserved at the school that he wasn't going to use, so they could do it later that evening. "Cool." Vivian replied. "Mind if I come along and watch?" Clyde agreed. At school that evening Clyde was walking toward the photolab with Vivian when he saw Maggie approaching. He panicked and thought about turning around or scrambling into hiding when Maggie saw him and called and waved to him. Clyde smiled sheepishly and apprehensively approached her. "Hi Maggie, what are you up to tonight?" She looked at Vivian with concern since Vivian was standing with a contented smile on her face. "Oh, I've got one of those figure drawing studio sessions that you know so well about, this evening." She said growing suspicious. "And what brings you to school tonight?" "Oh, film developing." He said patting a bulging side pocket. "... Oh, this is Miss Vivian, Vivian. She is going to observe how you develop film." He said blushing. "Oh, I see." Maggie said suspiciously looking at Vivian's unchanged expression and Clyde's embarrassed demeanor. "Probably see you tomorrow then Sam." "Tomorrow. Bye." Clyde acknowledged, and Maggie watched the two of them head away into the darkness. In the darkroom, Clyde was finally the master of his domain. Vivian stood off to the side until Clyde was able to project the first image with the enlarger. Then she came up from behind him, put her chin on his shoulder to peer over him at his work, and put her hands on his crotch. "You are so good with this stuff." She said. Clyde tried to shake off the fact that she was getting to him by breaking into a demonstration/lecture mode, and began explaining each step as he was doing it. "..., and I curve the paper slightly when I put it in the processing...then we fix the image with..." Meanwhile, she had unbuttoned his shirt, and his pants had fallen to his ankles. Even though he wasn't under her charge at the sorority house, he followed along with her intentions for the moment. "Now, some of these chemicals are dangerous. I really should put my clothes..." "I'll protect your sensitive areas for you." She insisted, then down went his drawers. "Ah, then we'll just squeegee this ... and put it through the air dryer like this..." He continued. "Oooo, let me see." Vivian said coming around to his side, and reaching out for the print at the edge. "Nice, real nice. Now let's do one of the ones I took." She requested and took her position back behind him, looking over his shoulder and protectively covering his stiff cock and drawn up balls with her roving hands. Clyde went to work without a sound except an occasional moan when Vivian would get a little too active. Vivian backed off a second. "It's warm in here, isn't it?" And she took off her sweater. Clyde looked back at her inviting bra encased breasts momentarily, thought about Maggie and her earlier reaction, and went back to work. The next things he felt were Vivian's erect hard nipples grazing his back, as she continued to watch over his shoulder. "Oooo." She exclaimed when he held up a print. "I did that?" She asked rhetorically, since Clyde was in the shot. "Yes, not bad, except I plan to crop it down a bit so my head is cut off." Clyde replied. "Don't do that. We have to have pictures of you in the annual." Vivian said. Clyde just figured he'd take care of it later. Vivian had Clyde on the verge of cumming most of the time in the darkroom. When they were done with putting the room back together for the next student, Clyde couldn't get his erection to quit and Vivian was in heat from all of the events of the day and the evening. While neither had any special feeling for each other, they did share a need that couldn't wait for "love." Clyde stood transfixed as Vivian backed herself up to Clyde's erection and on tiptoes straddled his erection along her crotch. The warmth enveloping Clyde's erection melted his resistance and he started to saw his cock forward and back along her pussy, with Vivian putting her hands back on his upper buttocks to keep him from leaving his post. "Yesss, yess, yesss, ..." She hissed. "Unh, unh, unh..." He grunted. Then "Knock, Knock, Knock!" Went the door. "Hey, you in there." Came a faint yell. "Hurry up you're cutting into my time." Clyde pumped as fast as he could. Vivian squeezed and lowered herself onto him to try and get more friction. There were more "Knocks" and the lock tested with the rattling door. "Oh god." She uttered, and placed her fingers to the task, knees and waist bent. Clyde took his cock in his hand so he could get some friction along the bottom side of his shaft and pumped with all due urgency. Finally, holding their left hands on each other's right shoulder for balance, they came nearly in unison, while the loudest group of angry knocks exploded in their ears. They hurriedly got dressed and opened the door to the curious student who watched the red-faced pair emerge from the semidarkness, pictures in Clyde's hands, a crumpled up bra in Vivian's. "You can have some of my time in the future, Man. Sorry." Clyde said in passing. Vivian took the pictures from Clyde and she drove them home. The next day Clyde waited for Maggie at the bench. He wasn't sure she was going to come as her class was just about to start. Finally she hurried up to the bench. "So how did things go in the photolab last night?" She asked straight off. "Ah, Hi. Ah, I got all my work done, and Vivian was probably bored to tears with it all, that is except for the pictures she took." Clyde remarked. "So, you developed her pictures. Is that all you did for her?" Maggie said somewhat pissy. "Pretty much." Clyde replied. "Don't be jealous Maggie, you're my girl." "I am hunh. Well, I have more news about the wedding. You are invited to the rehearsal dinner with close friends, family, and me, and to a special Flower Shower the night before. I think I'll be able to make things even with you there." She explained. "Ah, okay. What does someone wear to a Flower Shower?" He asked. "Sexy casual would be best, but you can wear anything you want." She said. "Gotta go." "Wait but what's a Flower Shower?" He said with her running away. "I'm late." She called back. "I know. Hurry...Later." He yelled, as she hit the steps. 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