Author: Spunk N. Wagnels
Title: (SNW) Clydesdale Among the Fillies 2
Part: 2
Universe: Clydesdale Among the Fillies Saga
Summary: Clyde learns the rules of the sorority in order to be able to stay there.
Keywords: humiliation, exhibitionism, voyeurism,

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Clydesdale Among the Fillies, Part 2
By Spunk N. Wagnels

For earlier parts, see at bottom.


"Com'on, I'll help."  Marie said, picking up Clyde's clothes.  "You were great.
You did just as you were told, and that made me look good with the others." She
handed him the clothes and gave him a surprise hug.  "Now you pretty much want
to get to sleep don't you?"  Clyde nodded speechless.  "Well, get some sleep and
you can deal with school tomorrow."

"I will.  Thank you."  He said, starting down the stairs.

As morning came, Clyde awoke to the sound of rock music coming through the thin
walls of his makeshift room.  He got out of bed and groaned as he looked at
himself, bringing back the memories of the night before.  Slowly, he snuck out
of his room and down a hall toward the sound of the music.  He peered through
the door to the rec. room and found five girls following the lead of another in
an aerobics routine.  With their hair pulled tight in varying fashions and
wearing form fitting outfits, he stayed on to watch undetected from the door as
their well toned bodies went through their routines.  Clyde became aroused at
the sight, and unconsciously greeted his developing hardon with his hand through
his boxers. 

Suddenly, he was pushed from behind through the door and into the room.  "Sorry
I'm late."  A pretty coed announced.  "Look who was spying."  She continued,
pulling his boxers down to the floor.  Clyde tried in vain to hide the evidence
of his offense with his hands, but they were soon pulled away when she pulled
his elbows back behind him.

"I think you should have been taking our pictures out in the open rather than
spying on us in the shadows."  The aerobics leader scolded.  "Better see what
Stella wants to do."

"No Miss, please.   I'm sorry.  It won't happen again."

"That's Judy."

"Yes Miss Judy.  Please, can't we work this out?"  Clyde pleaded.

"Hum,"  Judy said with her thumb and index finger on her chin, "go get your
camera and get to work."  Clyde reached down to pick up his boxers relieved.
"No, you can leave those there."  

Clyde didn't argue, he hurried off to get his camera.  He came back, changing
the settings as he walked with his shaved genitals rubbing deliciously along his
upper thighs.  "Okay Clyde, here is your chance.  Take pictures of us working
out, but show us you can do the work professionally without getting excited.
Then I'll feel I can trust you."  Judy challenged.

Clyde gulped.  He realized his cushy situation might be on the line, so he
waited patiently for the exercising to begin again.  He walked around as they
started to get in sync with Judy.  He watched, as breasts bounced, knees pumped,
and bodies bent in unison, trying to get an interesting angle and an interesting
formation happening at the same time.  When he consciously noticed one coed's
breasts peeking out from under a half-tee and another's labia outlined perfectly
through her tights, he strained to push the thoughts out of his head.  But,
everywhere he glanced, he came across something else to push out of his
awareness.  It got to the point that even the exposed feminine necks under
swaying ponytails were having their effect on him.  Unfortunately, there was no
hiding his excitement from Judy.

Judy signaled for a coed to turn down the music.  She approached him with one
hand on her hips and the other reaching out to grab his pole.  "What's the
meaning of this, as if I didn't know."  She said, shaking hands with his
erection.  "I thought I told you to keep this strictly professional.  What are
we gonna do about this?"

"I know what we can do."  A coed said.

"Go for it, Sandy."  Judy said.

"He's hot, let's just cool him off."  Sandy said, walking over to the wet bar in
the corner.  "All we need is a little ice."  She came back with a zip-top bag
half filled with ice and water.  "May I?"  She asked Clyde rhetorically, as she
placed the bag under his cock and over his balls.  Clyde huddled his upper body
together reflexively, forming an "o" with his lips, and taking several deep
labored breaths.  "See, it's working."  She said, pulling the bag away to show
her sisters that Clyde's cock was shriveling up and trying to hide inside his
body like his balls were to avoid the chill she was applying.  "Now I think we
can get back to it."

With Clyde acting so compliant, they started to feel their oats as they got the
routine going again.  Clyde felt he'd better concentrate on getting some
pictures, but now they were following Judy's lead and bending at the waist,
touching their toes and squatting their rears when Clyde was behind them.  Then
they reached their hands up into the air and back when he was in front, some
exposing substantial breast while the others pushed their breasts out against
the thin material of their outfits. When he was at their sides they did leg
lifts out and back.  These strategic movements along with the impish and
seductive smiles on their faces caused Clyde to get flustered and show his
excitement again as the blood rushed in to warm and fill his genitals.

"Now Clyde Boy, you're not getting many pictures there, and look at you, taking
this time to gawk again rather than do what you agreed to do."  Judy scolded.

"I think he just has too much energy to work off."  Another coed remarked.

"You might have something there, Rita."  Judy acknowledged.  "Clyde, why don't
you just join us in the workout."

"Here, I have something for him to help keep him under control."  A cute blonde
coed said, as she slid the shoulder strap of her low cut leotard scooped in
front to the bottom of her ribs and behind to the small of her back.  She
stepped out of it, leaving her in just her white tights, half tee-shirt style
top and a headband.  "Why don't you step into this?"  She said, holding it open
for him.

Clyde stepped into it, but when she helped him pull it up his body, he asked her
to let him do the final pull into place, because he had to relieve the pressure
on his nads by laying his cock up towards his stomach.  "Com'on girls, time to
get back to work." Judy announced, to get them to pry their eyes from Clyde's
butt cheeks sticking out from the almost thong bottom and his cock and balls
pushing out in front against the stretchy fabric of the leotard.

Judy led them in a strenuous series of calisthenics and dance like routines
giving Clyde quite a challenge to keep up with them.  During the cool down Judy
led them in a series of stretches.  The one where they were partnered up
touching opposing feet with legs spread wide, holding each other's wrists and
alternately pulling each other into a stretch for their low backs, had Clyde's
cock twitching again.  His partner Jill, who's leotard he was wearing, teased
him with peeks of her breasts from under the short top and the lines of her well
formed legs which led his eyes with each glance to the vortex of her tights and
the clear outline of her pussy lips.  Her constant seductive eye contact had him
imagining how wonderful it would be to match his body to hers in a love embrace.

With an obvious erection happening again under Clyde's leotard, Judy said,
"Clyde Boy, you never did much in the way of photography this morning.  Why
don't we just take a group picture."  Clyde eagerly got his camera adjusted and
ready to shoot.  "Okay," Judy said approaching him, "what do I do, push this?"

"Ah, yes."

"Well, get in the shot.  You worked out hard and should be in it."  She said,
aiming the camera at Clyde while the others hugged in tight around him, holding
his hands away from covering his groin.  FLASH  "Does this camera have a way
that I can be in the picture too?"

"Yes, let me set it up." Clyde said, breaking free from the groping hands on his
body.

"How are we doing?"  Judy asked as she clung close and lightly rubbed Clyde's
cock and balls through the material as he aimed the camera and set the timer.
Then she followed him back to the group where they all hugged in around him
again.  A warning light flickered announcing the impending flash and Judy took
her hand forward from between his legs and put her fingers firmly on his balls
just as the flash went off causing quite an expression of surprise on his face.
"Now that will make a great picture for the yearbook."  She said teasingly.

The group started to get ready to head upstairs.  While Clyde pealed off Jill's
leotard, others started to peal off their clothes too with their backs to him to
get a head start for their showers.  As Clyde pulled it down his thighs, his
erection reappeared, bouncing, relieved to be free again.  He returned the
leotard sheepishly to Jill who was covering her naked breasts by holding her top
to them.  The others scurried out of the room and up the stairs holding their
clothes against their chests leaving Clyde with an image of half naked female
bodies, but for panties or tights, giggling and jockeying to get out of the
door.

He groped and massaged his now freed genitals as he made his way back to his
room.  Visions of his workout mates danced in his head as he lay back and closed
his eyes.  The massage continued as he recalled glimpses of breasts peeking
around from the sides of the girls as they removed their togs.  Suddenly his
door opened and a coed appeared.  Instead of announcing that he was expected
upstairs for breakfast, she stood eyes wide and mouth open in disbelief, her
fists on her hips.  "Oh boy, are you in trouble."  She said leaving before Clyde
could stop her and talk her out of telling Stella.

Clyde hurried and got dressed.  He headed upstairs and offered to help in the
kitchen, when Stella walked in.  "I think we need to talk."

"Yes Ma'am."  He said like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

When they were in the study, and Stella had the doors closed behind her, she
approached Clyde and put her finger tips of one hand on his chest and said, "Sit
down."  He sat down and she sat at a slight angle off of totally facing him, and
leaned forward on her crossed legs.  "I thought you were gonna work out here.  I
really did."

"I will.  I can.  I'm sorry.  I . . ."

"I thought you agreed to our conditions.  I thought I was very clear on them."
Clyde looked down from her face looking ashamed and started to notice her
feminine hands atop her exposed knee, strong thighs and dangling loafer.  "We
really can't afford to waver from those demands of you if you are going to stay
under our roof."  Clyde nodded his assent and worked his eyes up to her
translucent blouse, now that she had sat back and had moved her arms to the
rests.  Her translucent bra was clearly visible through the fabric revealing the
hint of outline to her nipples and a nice volume to her breasts.  "If I agree to
give you another chance, you will have to agree to a few more conditions."
Clyde now looked up at her eyes in worried anticipation of what she might say
next.  Then she slowly uncrossed and then re-crossed her legs the other way
causing his eyes to shoot for the glimpse under her skirt despite his efforts
not to.  Clyde grew red-faced.  He was busted with her and he knew it.  She
leaned forward on her knee again, only this time a button had been unbuttoned
without his catching it.  Her blouse fell forward enough to reveal cleavage and
the tops of her bra.  "We are going to have to take the door off of your room."
Clyde gulped and tried to look her in the eye by moving his head up first.  "You
will now take your showers upstairs in the big bathroom and use a shower stall
that has had the curtain removed."  She sat back putting her hands on the rests
as if she was getting ready to raise herself from the seat, but she continued to
speak with both feet on the floor, knees a tantalizing two fists apart, and her
skirt having ridden up to where he believed he saw her panties. "And you will
have to leave the basement bathroom door open too, or we will have to take other
measures.  Are we clear on this?"  She said sliding forward to stand, brushing
her skirt down, and looking back at Clyde with her hand on her upper buttocks,
pushing her breasts out against the semi-sheer material of her blouse.

"Yes Ma'am.  I do."  Clyde replied sullenly, not wanting to get up with her due
to the erection throbbing in his pants.

"Come, let's get you some breakfast."  She said holding her hand out to place on
his upper back to lead him through the door first.  She looked down at the
bulging in his pants as he arose from the chair and remarked, "Ummm, we'll have
to figure out something for this later."  Said seductively, as she touched the
tip of his penis with her index finger.

Marie found Clyde in the kitchen and asked in a panicked tone, "What happened?
What did you do?  What did you say?  Oh god, I'm in trouble now aren't I?"

Clyde looked at her quizzically and smiled.  "Everything is cool.  Stella and I,
I mean Miss Stella and I had a talk and I have some new conditions, but I don't
have to leave and I don't think you have anything to worry about.  I'm grateful
for your help and I won't let anything happen to you as a result of me.  Believe
me, if it weren't for you, I'd be out in that rain trying to hitch my way back
home."

"Thank god."  Marie said, plopping herself down in a chair next to him putting
her hand on her forehead.  Moments later she offered, "Need a lift to school?"

After straightening out his situation as best he could with the head of the art
department and registrar, Clyde returned to the Beta Delta Pi sorority house, in
through the back and down to his room.  He put his things away on his shelves
and crashed back on the bed.  "Damn, I'm horny."  He thought and started to rub
his crotch instinctively.   A bell went off in his brain telling him to stop,
and as he did, he looked at his door.  It was gone all together.  He felt flush,
remembering his close call at aerobics and conversation with Stella that
morning.  He looked around, everything else was in order and nothing seemed to
have been moved.  Remembering the other condition, he went in search of the big
bathroom.

On the second floor of four, he found a bathroom, but he dared not go in until
he could find out for sure.  He stopped a coed in the hall, "Have you seen
Stella, I mean Miss Stella or Miss Marie lately?"

"Sure," she was saying dispassionately, "go to the end and knock."  Pointing to
the end of the hall, without looking.

Clyde watched her ass move in tight shorts as she continued on her way and then
went to the door at the end of the hall and knocked.  "Who is it?" A voice
replied from inside.

"It's Sam Dale, Miss."  Clyde said.

"As in Clyde S. Dale?" The voice asked.

"Yes Ma'am.  May I ask you . . ." He was asking as the door opened.  There was
Stella in a full length silk robe with a Japanese floral motif on the outsides
of the collars, her blonde hair pinned up on her head which made her about the
same height as Clyde with the hair.  At first he was struck by her beauty
standing there with a seductive smile, then he saw her nipples move against the
material of the robe when she backed up and invited him in.  "Ah Hi.  Ah, I was
wondering if someone could show me to the shower?"

"Sure thing, follow me."  She said, leading the way down the corridor to the
room which he had guessed before.  He couldn't take his eyes off the jiggle of
her butt under the silk as she walked and he realized, he'd better refocus his
attention.  "Right in here." She said holding one of the two spring loaded doors
open for him.  "This one here.  It's for you." She referred to the one stall
that could be partly seen from the doorway before the room took an ell turn.  

Clyde looked down the room at a wall of sinks and mirrors.  Someone was at the
mirror applying makeup to her eyes in panties and loose fitting tank top and
didn't realize her raised arms were giving Clyde an eyeful of her firm breasts.
"Com'on Clydesdale," Stella said noticing his excitement and grabbing his arm to
turn him around to leave.  "Oh!" The coed said in surprise.  "Sorry Wendy."
Stella said escorting Clyde out the door.  "Come with me."  She told Clyde as he
looked at the widening gap in her silk robe with hopeful anticipation.  On the
way back to her room she surprised him with a quick look back to find him
focused on her ass cheeks as they walked.

Inside her room, she closed the door behind them and chided, "What am I going to
do with you?  Are you really so hopeless?"

Clyde tried to look down ashamed, but on the way he noticed her robe coming
apart as she turned toward her bed.  "Damn," he thought, "she had peeled the
robe from her chest and I missed it."  When he looked up, she was crawling up on
her bed and lying down on her stomach with her robe sliding down to drape across
her legs and buttocks.  Then with her arms folded tightly at her sides and
propping her up, she turned her head.  "Get those clothes off."  Clyde stood
dumbfounded for a moment, then hurriedly removed his clothes.  His erection was
almost total and his balls churned as the room air washed them.  "See that
bottle?"  Clyde looked and nodded.  "Bring it and put some on my back."

Clyde retrieved the bottle of strawberry flavored oil and poured some in his
hand.  The fragrance was pleasant and he was fully aroused at the thought of
touching the back of this strong, confident, and alluring woman.  Gently he
applied the lotion and got into a back massage without prompting.  "That's
nice."  Stella cooed.  "A little more lotion." 

Clyde applied even more lotion until her back was as slippery as wet ice.  "Does
Clydesdale want to cum?"

"Oh yes.  Oh yes, Miss Stella."  He replied.

"Okay then.  Massage my back some more, only use your thing, but don't get any
lotion on my robe or the sheets."  Clyde looked perplexed.  His hands were
nearly dripping with lotion.  He tried to wipe off the excess on his genitals
and stomach, since they would be coming in contact with it anyway.  He climbed
up on the bed on his elbows and knees and touched his cockhead against her back
and tried to rub it.  The sensation was good but not sufficient for his urgency.
He tried all manor of contorted positions to get more friction, and it just made
his urgency more intense.  When he tried applying more pressure, it hurt his
balls, with too little, he could barely feel it.  He frantically went from one
position to another to vary the sensation and to avoid cramping.  Without being
able to put his hands down on the sheets, it was awkward.  Then sweat dripping
from his head and body mixing with the oil made her back even more slippery.
Finally, he found that there was less oil at the edges and played around her
neck, shoulders and top of her buttocks by cheating the robe down her ass every
now and then.  Even these spots got lubricated after he used them.  Finally, he
just laid his entire midsection on her back and tried a sweeping back and forth
motion with a couple of bursts of regular forward humping.  Just as he was about
to cramp up from exhaustion, he recognized the familiar point of no return and
humped her back from the side like his life depended on it.

"Oh-my-god."  He let out.  "Oh Geeeez!" He exclaimed as he went into
uncontrollable convulsions spewing cum all over her back.  He couldn't stop
humping until he was finally too exhausted to continue.

"Up Big Boy."  Stella said in response to his lack of movement.  "Don't pass out
on me here." She said, taking a hand back to poke him in the sides.  "Lick up
that mess and hit the shower."

Clyde knew there was no room for argument here, but he had never tasted his cum
before, so he did as she directed and hesitantly licked up his strawberry
flavored cum off of her back.  He looked over her glistening body and saw her
butt a third exposed and the sides of her enticing breasts pushing out under the
pressure of her body now that her hands were resting under her sleepy head.  He
was starting the feel the urge again since he didn't feel like he had completely
wrung it out just then.  It was time to make an exit.  He didn't want to get his
clothes oily, having packed so few to travel light to school, so he planned to
make a run for it to the bathroom, shower, and then put them on.

He made a beeline for the bathroom, his half satisfied cock and balls flapping
as he padded down the hall.  He went in and rinsed in the shower as quickly as
he could, given he had no soap.  He shook and scraped off as much water as he
could before putting his clothes back on.  Just as he was about to leave, Marie
walked in.

"What are you doing in here?"

"This is where I am supposed to shower."  He responded.

"How are we going to know when that is?"  She asked.  Clyde looked puzzled.
"We'll just have to bring it up with Stella.  My," she moved in close to his
body, "you smell good enough to eat."


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