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Disclaimer:  This is a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to any other 
characters, locations, and or situations, real or fictional, is pure co-
incidence.

The following work is for adults only.  It contains graphic language, 
and 
depicts nudity and sexual situations and activities.  If you are below 
the 
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Better Loving through Chemistry

Chapt 5:

"Well", whined the redhead, whose nametag identified as Brandy, "I 
suppose you 
can come to the beach party."  Her tone made it very clear that although 
they 
were allowed, they weren't welcome.

Jenny hesitated for a moment, but Carol forged ahead.  "Sign us up.", 
she 
said 
firmly.  The party was supposed to be an open invitation picnic, but the 
girls 
of Lambda-Rho sorority had long used it as their own private excursion 
and 
recruiting trip.  The fact that it was funded by the Athletic 
department's 
budget was unimportant.  Lambda-Rho organized it, so it was "their" 
trip.

The real reason for the annual trip to the lake was an open secret:  The 
football and basketball coaches would invite athletes on the trip, where 
they 
would get an eyeful of the beautiful girls of the campus' most elite 
sorority. It was Coach Robbins own private meat market, showing off what 
he 
had so he could get more.  It was always closely chaperoned, of course, 
so 
the 
school couldn't be accused of offering "special" incentives to the hot 
sports 
prospects, but the tone was definitely one of "Show and Tell".

The girl behind the table carefully mis-spelled both their names, as a 
matter 
of principle, and advised them to be at the north parking lot no later 
than 
8:00 am, Sunday morning.

As they walked away, Jenny turned to her friend and said, "I guess the 
flyer 
is mis-printed."

"What do you mean?", Carol asked, puzzled.

"Well, the flyer said to meet at the south parking lot, near Lambda 
house, 
by 
7:30 on Saturday.  It must be wrong."

"No", Carol said grimly.  "It's right.  That bitch just tried to squeeze 
us 
out of the trip."  She looked at Jenny with anger in her eye, and made 
the 
gesture of pumping a spray bottle.

Jenny sighed.  She had wanted this to be a simple pleasure trip, a break 
before mid-term exams.  Now it was going to turn into another sex-
capade.  Not 
that the redheaded snob didn't deserve it.  But Carol would overdo it, 
and 
dose everyone in sight just for the fun of it.

"How are we going to do it?", she questioned.  "I mean, we can't just 
run 
around with a spray bottle, and they aren't going to be putting on any 
perfume 
or anything."  She hoped, silently, that Carol would cool off and drop 
the 
idea.

Carol stopped and looked at her co-conspirator quizzically.  "You're 
scared, 
aren't you?"  Seeing the look on the smaller girl's face, she pressed 
on. 
"I'll tell you what.  If we can't agree on a safe way, we won't do it.  
We'll 
find another way to get even.  Fair enough?"

Jenny had to agree that it seemed fair.  She was still worried.

It was two days before the trip, and Jenny wracked her brains for a way 
to 
get 
the formula onto the right girls, safely.  "Right" girls meant, to her, 
the 
nasty or snobbish ones.  I mean, they couldn't all be bitches, could 
they?

It was Friday afternoon before the solution presented itself.  They were 
at 
the store, getting a few things for the trip when they saw it.  "Bronze 
Goddess", murmured Jenny softly, gazing at the large bottle of suntan 
oil.  
it 
was the most expensive one on the rack, and was well known as the most 
effective tanning lotion around.  Definitely rich-bitch stuff.

'It's perfect", Carol giggled.  "We'll add it to this stuff, then just 
leave 
the bottle where one of them can steal it.  If they steal our lotion, 
and 
apply it themselves, we can't get caught.  And thieves deserve what they 
get."

Jenny had to admit that the logic was elegant.  They bought the largest 
bottle 
there, and went to work.

Saturday morning came, and the girls were up and ready in plenty of 
time.  
They packed the sandwiches they had made, loaded their soft drinks into 
the 
cooler, and got to the meeting place with time to spare.

"I don't see your name on the list.", sniffed the Brandy in her best 
blue-
blood manner.

"Right there.", Carol said, pointing to the names.  They had been 
smudged 
into 
near-unreadability, and not by accident.

Reluctantly Brandy acknowledged that they were indeed on the list, and 
directed them to the bus.  They overheard Mary Ann saying something 
about 
having to share the bus with niggers.  Jenny began to change her 
opinion. 
Maybe they were all bitches, after all.

The bus filled up quickly, with a lot of the girls contriving to leave a 
seat 
open for one of the visiting star athletes.  Jenny and Carol, on the 
other 
hand, got to sit with Mrs. Teasdale and and Coach Robbins, the faculty 
chaperones, and even they made the girls feel like outsiders.  This was 
going 
to be a hell of a road trip.

Carol and Jenny got a small smile when the bus pulled around to the 
athletics 
area to pick up the visiting students.  A broad shouldered boy of 
perhaps 
17, 
with jet black skin and no neck, dropped into the seat next to Mary Ann. 
Smiling broadly, he introduced himself as Raymond.  Mary Ann smiled and 
acted 
friendly, but everyone knew that she would rather have walked the 15 
miles to 
the beach than share the seat with a black man.

An hour of giggly flirting later, the bus groaned to a stop at Lake 
Wollery, 
and people started to pile out.  Brandy, among others, had to re-tie her 
bikini top, which had somehow come loose during the trip.

Carol and Jenny didn't mind at all when the sorority leaders arranged 
the 
party site so they were on the far end.  It suited their plans well 
enough.

Carol made a show of peeling her sweat-jacket off, with her back to the 
crowd. 
She had left her top off, so she definitely had an audience, even though 
they 
couldn't see anything.  By the time she got her suit arranged, several 
of 
the 
boys were staring, and Brandy was glaring.

"You better watch out, or you'll get a burn.", commented the nasty 
redhead, 
as 
she stepped in to block the view.

"Thanks for the reminder", Carol replied sweetly.  "But we have that 
covered."

Brandy spotted the lotion bottle sticking out of the bag, and exclaimed 
loudly, "Hey.  That's where it went."

"What...?", Jenny asked in confusion.  They hadn't even planted the 
bottle 
yet, but events were rushing ahead anyway.

"My lotion!", exclaimed Brandy for all to hear.  "You tried to steal my 
lotion."

Jenny grew hot at the accusation, but Carol made a show of calming her 
down. 
"Sorry.  It must have gotten in there by mistake.", she said smoothly.

Brandy sneered at her, and walked back to the picnic, rubbing herself 
with 
the 
magic potion as she went.  Jenny and Carol tried their best to look 
angry, 
but 
could hardly avoid laughing.  The bottle was passed around for a bit 
before 
one of the girls returned it, with an apology.

Carol and Jenny, meanwhile, used the smaller bottle they had brought for 
themselves, and even offered some to the girl with the conscience. They 
chatted a bit, and it turned out that the girl, a pretty oriental named 
Sun-
He, was also something of an outsider in the sorority.  Her mother had 
made 
her join, because of the status, not knowing what she was sentencing her 
daughter to. The girls all called her "Chin-Chin", a game started by 
Mary 
Ann 
who claimed that she couldn't pronounce "those weird foreign names".  
Sun-He 
hated the nick-name, but didn't dare cause a scene.  Mary Ann and Brandy 
pretty much ran things, and could certainly make her life hell.

Soon it became apparent that more than the sun was hot on that beach.  
They 
guys, already excited from the pre-party flirting, were getting 
downright 
itchy.  But nothing else seemed to be happening.

"It doesn't seem to be working.", commented Jenny, hiding her relief.

"You're right.  Maybe we didn't use enough in the lotion.  Still, 
something's 
happening.  Let's see if we can push it over the edge."

Carol lead Jenny and Sun-He, whom Jenny had befriended, over to the 
Volleyball 
nets.  They watched for a while, but were never invited to join in.  In 
fact, 
they were pointedly skipped over several times.

Carol commented in a loud voice, "I guess they're afraid of some real 
competition."  Jenny was shocked, but Carol got the results she wanted.  
Brandy came over, and the two faced off.

"Come on in.", she said in a challenging voice.  "You'll look good with 
a face 
full of sand."

Carol smiled sweetly as she replied.  "Put your money where your mouth 
is. 
Jenny and I will take you, two on two, for any stakes you care to name."

"Bet your ass?", Brandy asked evilly?

"You're on"

Jenny pulled Carol aside.  "Are you crazy?", she asked.  "Don't you 
think you 
could have asked me before including me in your bet?"

"Take it easy.", Carol said reassuringly.  "When was the last time you 
played 
on sand?"

"Well, last week with you.  Why?"

"These rich-bitches haven't broken a sweat in months.  And I've watched 
them 
here today.  We're gonna murder em."

The terms of the bet were made:  Each time a girl missed a shot, she had 
to 
remove something.  This would continue until one team had lost 
everything.  If 
a girl missed a shot, but didn't have anything to "pay" with, she had to 
do 
one "favor" for the winning team at the end of the game.

Brandy claimed the serve without asking, which suited Carol just fine.  
The 
underhand serve arced high, cleared the net easily and came down in 
center 
court.  Carol bumped the ball lightly to Jenny, who popped a set to the 
right 
corner.

Carol's spike slammed into the sand four feet in front of Brandy, who 
dove 
forward in a mad attempt at a save.  All she got for her trouble was a 
face 
full of sand, and the honor of stripping for the crowd.

Brandy's face was nearly as red as her hair as she took off her bikini 
top 
and 
tossed under the net.  The boys were smiling at the show, and the heat 
rose.

Jenny delivered a low, fast overhand serve right up the middle.  Both of 
the 
girls froze, each expecting the other to get it, and the sand puffed up 
three 
feet inside the line.

This time, it was decided, Mary Ann had to lose something, and soon her 
milky 
white breasts were shining in the sun.  Her top joined Brandy's, by the 
net.

Both girls charged the next serve, stumbling as they collided, but they 
did 
manage to loft the ball back over the net.  Again, Carol bumped, Jenny 
set, 
and Carol spiked.  The ball struck Mary Ann in the knee, then went 
wildly 
out 
of bounds.  Mary Ann was a good sport though, and peeled her panties off 
to 
the cheers of the crowd.  She seemed to enjoy the attention, showing 
that 
the 
potion was having some effect.

Carol served the next one, dropping it easily to Mary Ann.  Mary Ann 
bumped to 
Brandy, hoping for a set.  Brandy put it too close to the net, and Mary 
Ann 
couldn't save it.

And so it went.  It soon became apparent that Carol and Jenny were 
setting 
specifically to Mary Ann, to prolong the humiliation and run up her 
"bill". 
And Brandy wasn't in any hurry to help her partner.  She didn't want to 
lose 
her own suit, and wasn't smart enough to realize that she was going to, 
eventually, anyway.

Finally Mary Ann set one to Brandy so badly that it couldn't be saved, 
and 
she 
had to shed her final covering.  Again, whistles and cheers accompanied 
her 
mock strip-tease as she undid her suit, then drew it back and forth 
between 
her legs repeatedly before dropping it.  She even had the nerve to take 
a 
bow, 
first to one side of the court, then the other.  The boys got a great 
view of 
her ass.

Mary Ann, meantime, had gone to fetch her suit, and get dressed again.

"What do you think you're doing?", Carol asked an angry Mary Ann.  "You 
owe 
me 
three favors, and you owe Jenny four.  I want one of mine now."

"What?"

"You look like you're getting a sunburn in a few places.  Can't have 
that.", 
she said firmly, taking the suit out of Mary Ann's grasp.  "Sun-He, 
would 
you 
bring the lotion?"  Turning to the crowd of boys, she called loudly, 
"Who 
wants to help Mary Ann with the lotion?"

There was no shortage of volunteers, but Carol had something specific in 
mind. 
Raymond was recruited to apply the lotion, and "be careful not to miss 
anyplace".

Mary Ann was clearly not happy with the situation, but stood still as 
the 
boy 
approached.  She bit her lip as the muscular black boy softly massaged 
the 
magic lotion into her naked flesh.  Her nipples were already hard before 
he 
touched her, thanks to her previous dose, and he made certain that they 
got 
a 
good rubbing as well.  Slowly he covered her squirming body in the 
slippery 
oil, rubbing her legs from ankle to crotch.  She was moaning in lust and 
crying in embarrassment at the same time as he squeezed the broad globes 
of her 
ass, and she nearly fainted as he rubbed lotion into her already wet 
crotch.

Looking around, Carol saw that Brandy was getting the same treatment 
from one 
of the other boys, even though she didn't have any debt to pay.  The 
young 
black stud was on his knees in front of her, flicking his tongue over 
her 
pebble-hard nipples, bringing gasps of pleasure from her every time he 
closed 
in for a sucking kiss.  Slipping his hand between her steaming thighs, 
he 
slid 
a long, calloused finger deep inside her.  She cried out in near 
ecstasy as 
he 
slowly ground his rough skin against her love-nub.  Suddenly she grabbed 
his 
head, wrapping both arms around him and pulling his face tight against 
her 
naked breasts as she stiffened.  Her orgasmic shriek was like a victory 
cry.

That was all it took.  The already excited girls were grabbing more of 
the 
lotion, and there was no shortage of volunteers to apply it.  Brightly 
colored 
bits of fabric hit the sand all over the beach, and the party really got 
going.  Oiled bodies squirmed a mad dance of passion on towels and beach 
blankets, and "love" was definitely in the air.  So were a lot of legs, 
asses, 
and other body parts.

Carol, Sun-Hee, and Jenny did their best to avoid the amorous boys, 
though 
Jenny did end up kissing and necking with one boy.  Carol and Sun-He 
enjoyed 
the sight of Mary Ann, who had hated "niggers" when she got on the bus, 
down 
on all fours.  She had her lips wrapped firmly around one black cock 
while 
Raymond pumped his into her from behind, doggy style.

Brandy was on her knees between two boys, bouncing her nubile form back 
and 
forth between to a pair of 17 year olds who were double-teaming her;  
One 
in 
the front, and one in the back.  The look of pure lust on her face was 
priceless as she lost her mind in climax after brain-numbing climax.

One boy was on his back, with a buxom blond straddling his hips, and an 
olive-skinned brunette squatting nakedly over his face.  Both were 
riding 
his 
pumping form like a bucking bronco, shrieking with pleasure.

By the time the Police showed up, Carol, Jenny, and Sun-he had taken 
refuge in 
the bus, along with several of the other girls.  The bus driver was out 
enjoying the orgy, and the chaperones were nowhere in sight.

Some of the revelers headed for the water, and it took the police nearly 
20 
minutes to gather everyone up.

In the end, about a third of the girls managed to avoid arrest.  All of 
the 
boys, and both chaperones, were taken away.

* * * * *

Jenny and Sun-He were chatting over tea the next day when Carol walked 
in. 
With a big smile she dropped a large envelope on the table.

"How did you get them done so fast?", asked Jenny.

"That was the easy part", explained Carol as she spilled the stack of 
glossy 
photographs onto the table.  "I just let the boy in the school photo lab 
keep 
a set for himself."

"Oh my gawd", exclaimed Jenny.  "You know they'll be all over campus 
before 
the day is out, don't you?".  With a malicious grin she spread the photo 
set 
across the table.

And what a set it was.  Mrs Teasdale and Coach Robbins both being taken 
in, in 
handcuffs.  Mrs Teasdale had a beach blanket wrapped around herself, but 
one 
of her naked breasts was hanging out.  The coach was simply naked.

"Hmmm", said Sun-He as she examined a photo.  "I never realized just how 
good 
Mary Ann looked in chains."  Sure enough, Carol had gotten a clear shot 
of 
the 
snobby girl wearing nothing but handcuffs and a look of carnal desire.  
"I 
think, with these circulating around, she's gonna be very popular."

"Are you kidding?  Take a look at this one."  The picture showed Brandy, 
in 
cuffs, being carried by two officers.  She had managed to wrap her legs 
around 
one of them, and appeared to be trying to dry-hump the flustered 
officer.  
"She even tried to get it on during the trip to the police station."

Jenny had a smile all her own.  "Well, the photo's are nice, but I got a 
better set of souvenirs than that."  Her smile burst into a broad grin 
as she 
displayed her trophy bag:  Nearly twenty bathing suits, stolen off the 
beach 
during the fuck-fest.  "Those girls spent the night in their cells, buck 
naked."

"Oh, I haven't a thing to wear.", quoted Sun-He in a mocking imitation 
of 
Mary 
Ann's southern twang.

"Well", finished Sun-He, "I won't have any problem leaving the Sorority 
now. 
My mom will understand.  I mean, the whole chapter is on probation.  And 
the 
coach got fired outright.  There will never be a party like that one 
again."

"Don't count on it.", Carol said with an enigmatic smile. 

End of Chapter 5

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