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by MeatBot (meatbot777@gmail.com)

***

A girl is tricked by a frat house into performing oral 
sex on all its members. (M+/F, orgy)

***

Author's Note: This is a work of fiction and any 
resemblance to reality is accidental and would be damn 
surprising. Be warned that this story may involve 
explicit descriptions of sexual activities, including 
some defined under law as "Weird Shit". Do not read this 
story if you believe that fictional characters should 
not have fictional sex, or if you are less than the age 
of consent in your social or legal group, or if you live 
under a repressive, totalitarian regime in an out-of-
the-way place such as the USA. If you like it, I did it. 
If you hate it, I didn't. If it offends you, it was a 
misprint. If you want to sue me, I don't exist. Sue the 
internet instead. Nobody's twisting your arm. Leave if 
you don't like crap like this. These are just words, 
people. Just words.

Be warned, this is a goofy, infantile, poorly written, 
disgusting and depraved story with bad punctuation, bad 
grammar, and lots of misspelled words. I am not an 
English major. Deal with it. I don't know shit about 
fraternities, I never even went to college. Not a day. 
But the flagpole thing happened, I know the guy. And I 
wrote this in like fifteen minutes, so tell me if you 
find any major mistakes. Anyway, don't bitch at me if 
you don't like it. You have been warned.

This story is graded <TAME> compared to some of the shit 
I've read in this group.

This story is what happens when you have too much free 
time at work.

***

Holly Harmes enjoyed college, but mostly she liked 
living on her own. She was ready, after eighteen years 
of being a kid, to be master of her own destiny. Almost 
immediately, she began to try and find ways she could 
make the best of her new-found freedom.

Holly lived in the dorms, in a pair of rooms with three 
other girls. The girls all got along fairly well, and 
life was enjoyable except for those occasional times 
when their periods synced. As far as boys, Holly played 
the field a little bit at first, and burned through a 
string of hunky young guys, but she didn't feel the need 
to tie herself down right away.

One night Shasta, a girl that roomed with her, told her 
about a frat party off campus. "There'll be booze, and 
guys, and loud music, and guys, and lots of booze. Did I 
mention guys?"

Holly rolled her eyes, but she was interested. She knew 
that most frat boys were fairly rich, even though a high 
percentage of them were also assholes. Well, she could 
live with that, if it meant being treated like a queen 
for a night. She also knew that frat guys usually 
expected their girls to put out, and... she could live 
with that, too. She was really to play around. She 
wasn't a virgin, by any stretch, but she felt like it 
was time to widen her horizons a bit. And maybe widen 
something else, if she could find Mr. Right. Mr. hung-
like-a-horse Right. Her list of requirements was 
actually pretty short.

She got the details from Shasta, and later talked to 
Adrianna, her best friend and roomie. They decided to 
just casually show up Friday evening, like they were 
invited, and let what would happen happen. Surely the 
guys wouldn't kick them out, they were both fairly foxy, 
they thought at the same time, looking at themselves 
objectively. Surely they would be allowed to enter. 
Allowed, hell, they'd probably be dragged inside. Holly 
thought of some things she could wear to speed the 
process along.

***

By Friday evening, Adrianna was a little more reticent. 
Holly pooh-pooh her, laughing. "What's the worst that 
could happen?" she asked her friend.

"I dunno..." said Adrianna. "I've heard some crazy shit 
that's happened at frat houses before. So have you."

"Yeah, yeah," said Holly, still laughing. "That shit 
only happens at the big schools. We only make the news 
here for stupid shit, like people sliding down flagpoles 
and ripping their asshole out."

Last year a guy had done that, he had gotten hung up on 
a cleat while hanging a flag from an opposing school on 
the flagpole. It was the biggest news in years, and he 
didn't get much sympathy because of the school he was 
from. Too bad for him, especially since he'd be wearing 
diapers for the rest of his life. Holly laughed some 
more.

"Come on, it'll be fun... I promise..."

"Shit, Holly... I think I'll go home this weekend 
anyway..."

Holly shook her head. What a spoil-sport. Well, what the 
hell. She'd see if Shasta wanted to go. She looked the 
other girl up.

"I dunno..." said Shasta, "I've heard crazy mad shit 
goes on at frat houses."

"Goddam it," said Holly, peeved. "Who's startin' all 
these fuckin' rumors? How bad could it be?"

"Well, okay," said Shasta, "I'll go, but if the guys 
start disrespectin' me, I am fuckin' outa there."

Holly laughed. She wasn't going for respect, she was 
going for fun. Maybe a little booze, and maybe a little 
fuckin'. The way she'd felt the last few nights... the 
fucking was almost a sure thing. Surely she could find 
one studly man among the boys.

***

That night she finally finished her homework, and looked 
over at Adrianna's bed. The other girl had gone to bed 
an hour ago, lucky bitch. Holly went down the hall to 
the john and peed and brushed her teeth, then returned 
to their room. She dropped her jeans, kicked her socks 
off, pulled her t-shirt over her head, and was 
unsnapping her bra when she heard Adrianna whisper.

"Looook... I am yuh fath-uh..."

Holly laughed, and shook her head. Why she'd ever told 
the girl she'd liked those movies as a kid was beyond 
her. They did this almost every night now. She leaned 
down, and put her face in Adrianna's.

"Only a master of eve-ill, Darth," she said, and kissed 
Adrianna on the lips.

"Mmm..." said the other girl. They kissed again, slower.

"Darlin'," Holly finally said, laying down on top of 
Adrianna. Damn, these beds are narrow, she thought for 
the thousandth time. It was cool enough in the room by 
now she had chill bumps. Everything stopped for a minute 
while Adrianna helped her crawl under the sheet and 
blanket.

"Holly..." Adrianna said, before she could start again.

"What... mmm..." said Holly, pressing her lips to the 
other girls mouth yet again.

"I thought... we'd decided... to slow down..." said 
Adrianna, stopping a few times for more kisses.

"We decided to slow down, yes. But we didn't decide to 
stop," said Holly.

"I thought we decided only on the weekend..." said 
Adrianna, her breath hot in Holly's face.

"Yeah, yeah, well it's Thursday, that's fuckin' close 
enough," said Holly, taking the other girl's earlobe in 
her teeth.

"Ouch. Okay. But not all night, please? I gotta have my 
sleep, I almost fell asleep in Durham's class again."

"Sorry 'bout last night," Holly apologized. "I know, I 
get carried away sometimes."

"Baby..." whispered Adrianna, "I'm not complaining. I 
love this shit, and I love you."

"Oh, darlin', I love you too..." whispered Holly back. 
"If you just had a cock, we'd be the perfect couple..."

"You picky little bitch..." whispered Adrianna, licking 
the inside of Holly's ear. Holly purred like a kitten. 
So what if the party sucked. This was almost as fun as 
getting her cunt filled with man-meat. She knew what was 
going to happen in the next few minutes. Adrianna was 
going to slide down her stomach and do what she did 
best. The girl was the best cunt licker in the school, 
bar none. Holly knew once she got her started she'd go 
for hours. This was as much fun as any old dumb party. 
And guys? Fuck guys. She didn't need guys, not as long 
as Adrianna still had a tongue. She smashed her mouth 
against her roommate's, and tasted the other girl's spit 
in her mouth. 

***

Holly didn't have any classes on Friday, so she just sat 
around the apartment and waited for evening. Shasta 
showed up, and a little after six they dressed. Holly 
wore a tight, almost blindingly white miniskirt that 
barely covered her pussy. She hadn't had the nerve to 
wear it out in public yet, and she almost covered it 
with her jacket at the last minute. Shasta, a little 
more conservatively dressed, giggled at her.

"Fuck it," said Holly, tossing her jacket on the bed. It 
was brisk enough outside she knew her nipples would pop 
through the top. She felt like there was no way they'd 
get turned down at the door. She'd shaved her legs this 
morning, and, on impulse, shaved her pussy for the first 
time in a year or two. She felt all nice and smooth down 
there, and she had topped it off with a tiny white 
thong. She felt like she was ready have the affair of 
her life. She knew once she sat down and crossed her 
legs, any guy in the place would be hers. And with that 
thong, she'd had to cross them. It was almost literally 
dental floss.

The girls walked down the sidewalk and out of the dorm 
complex. They looked at each other and giggled when they 
heard tires screeching on the road next to them. A car 
went by slowly and guys hung out the window and hooted 
at them. The apes, thought Holly. What a bunch of 
classless thugs. She was ready to meet a real gentleman, 
tonight. One that knew how to treat a lady.

They approached frat row at last. Holly had a chill, 
feeling the breeze blow on places that were usually 
sheltered. She suppressed a shiver, knowing it wouldn't 
look sexy. They finally came up the sidewalk, and stood 
at the door of Kappa Omega Kappa. A few flowerpots 
filled with pathetic dead plants sat on the windowsill. 
The place needed a paintjob, bad. And what was that 
smell? The building looked deserted, on top of 
everything. There's a party here? wondered Holly. 
Fearlessly she pressed the doorbell.

The wind blew under her skirt again, making her shiver. 
Damn, where the fuck are they? she wondered.

At last the door slowly creaked open. A kid stood there, 
literally, a kid. Is this somebody's little brother? 
Holly wondered.

"Hi," she said, in her best Southern-girl accent. "Has 
the party started?"

"Party?" the kid said. Holly looked down and saw him 
holding a beer. Where there's beer, surely there's a 
party, she thought.

"Yeah," she said. "Thuh party."

"Uh..." the kid said. He looked up and down her, 
stopping for a noticeable pause at the hem of her skirt. 
He was no dummy. He knew what was hidden by less than an 
inch of cloth.

"It's just starting," said an authoritative voice behind 
him. The kid stood back, and they entered.

In spite of the freezing wind blowing up their asses, 
Holly and Shasta walked slowly into the main living room 
of the frat house. Seven or eight guys laid around on 
couches and chairs, staring at them. The room was a pit, 
totally trashed. Old milk cartons and TV dinner trays 
littered the floor. And that smell. She heard Shasta 
clear her throat behind her.

"Well, good evening, ladies," said a boy, coming 
forward. Boy? This was a man, finally. Tall, lanky and 
handsome... this is more like it, thought Holly. A few 
more of these would be nice. She looked around.

Well, maybe he's the pick of the litter. Surely there 
were more men around. It was just boys in the room, at 
the moment. She could hear music playing, coming from a 
hallway. Is that where the party was?

"We just heard there was a party goin' on here," she 
explained to the cute guy. He reached for her hand, and 
she gave it to him. He leaned down and kissed it, like 
she was a high class lady or something. She giggled.

"I am truly charmed," he said. "My name is Ralph."

"I'm Holly," she said, and motioned to the girl behind 
her. Then she looked again, doing a double take, seeing 
the door close on Shasta's butt. You bitch! she had time 
to think. You fuckin' bitch! Runnin' out on me!

"I'm sorry your friend... had to leave in such a rush," 
said Ralph, in his smooth baritone. The guy talked like 
he was in a play or something. He'd said charmed 
earlier, but she was the one charmed, now.

"Please," he said, "have a seat!"

He swept an crumpled assortment of porno mags into the 
floor, and helped her sit in a chair. She smiled at him. 
She was vaguely aware of the nine or ten other guys in 
the room staring at her like they'd never seen a girl 
before. She wondered when the last time a female had 
entered this room. Not even the maid had been here in a 
while, it looked like.

"The party hasn't actually begun yet," said Ralph. "We 
are waiting on the refreshments to arrive. Would you 
like to come to my room and view my etchings?"

In spite of liking him, she almost snorted at that one. 
She wondered if it was a joke. What a prehistoric pickup 
line. She looked at Ralph. He was a hunk. Yeah, she 
thought. Fuck the etchings. I'd like to see your room. I 
might even like to stare at your ceiling for a while.

"Certainly," she said.

"Oh, I am an inhospitable host," he said, dramatically 
placing his hand on his forehead. "May I offer you a 
refreshment?"

"Uhm," she said. "Got a beer?"

"Oh, that we have. Most certainly," he said, and nodded 
at one of the guys behind him. The kid that had answered 
the door stepped forward, and Ralph whispered to him. 
The kid took off down the hallway.

He returned with a can, and Ralph thoughtfully popped 
the top for her. She smiled at him and gave him a small 
toast, and then took a sip.

Holly, though a fairly typical and normal young adult, 
did have an almost amazing amount of self control. It 
was tested to the limit on that day, as she drew a swig 
of bitter pig piss into her mouth. It was all she could 
do to keep from spraying it all over Ralph the mouth, 
but she didn't. She swallowed, and gasped. The look of 
adulation in Ralph's eyes turned to admiration. He knew 
how bad the cheap shit was. This is one tough little 
bitch, he told himself. This one might be a challenge.

Holly placed the can on an end table, making a silent 
vow to let it stand there for all eternity. She would 
not touch it again. Ralph put his hand down to her, and 
she took it and rose. He led her from the living area 
down the hallway to a small bedroom. On his exit from 
the room he had given some hasty and whispered 
instructions the the door kid to "let the party begin", 
unquote. The kid had nodded, and raced away.

Holly was no dummy. She knew by now there was no party 
here. She was already planning her graceful exit, 
possibly after giving Ralph her cell number. But she 
followed him to his room, and stood gazing about her in 
surprise as he shut the door.

The guy wasn't lying. He had etching, he had fucking 
etching hanging on his wall. Well, artwork, pictures, 
whatever. And goodness, she thought. Those people are... 
they are fucking.

She looked at the other wall. All his so-called 
"etchings" were erotic in nature. Some of them looked 
very old, or rather the people in them looked old. And 
that man... goodness... that man had an enormous... she 
remembered some of the prehistoric porn she'd had to 
read in a literature class... the man had an enormous 
"member." She smiled to herself.

"Ralph..." she said. His eyebrows raised when she spoke 
his name. "Ralph... you have very interesting tastes..."

He laughed. "I have many interests..." he said. "Making 
beautiful young ladies laugh and smile is foremost among 
them. Holly, dearest... I keep the good stuff in my 
room. Forget that horse piss... here... try this!"

He opened a bottle with a corkscrew, and it popped like 
a gunshot, making her jump. He smiled and she giggled. 
He produced two wineglasses, and poured an inch into 
each of them. He handed her a glass, and then swirled 
his around and sniffed it.

"A delicate bouquet..." he said. "Reminds me of... 
Paris... the spring before the war... my grandfather sat 
on the veranda of a small restaurant, and sang about 
love to a girl that was much like you. Her name was 
Miranda. My family often laughs about Grandpa and 
Miranda on the veranda."

She smiled, though his story was horrible, and the wine 
was almost as nasty tasting as the beer. This is 
culture, bitch, she told herself. Get that shit down, 
and like it. She took another sip, willing her nose to 
stop tingling. Do not sneeze on this man, she told 
herself.

Ralph blabbed on. She wondered if he'd read this shit 
somewhere, or if he was making it up as he went along. 
The guy had a career if he wanted it, she thought. She 
wasn't sure if it was seductable quality material, but 
he did say funny things every now and then, although 
sometimes he probably didn't intend on them being so 
funny. She just smiled and nodded.

He seated her on his bed, and sat beside her holding her 
hand in his paw. He asked her about what she was 
studying, and where she had grown up, and what were her 
goals in life?

"Goals?" she said blankly. She didn't actually have 
goals, yet. Just to get through the next twenty minutes 
looked like a tough one.

"Yes, your dreams, your hopes and aspirations," he said 
grandly. He suddenly dropped to his knees before her, 
still squeezing her hands in hers.

"My single dream," he said, "is nothing more than to 
spend an hour between your wonderful thighs."

Goodness, he doesn't waste time, she thought. To the 
point.

"Ralph," she said, shaking her head. "I like you. You 
are sweet, and funny. But I don't know you that well. 
Not for something like that."

"Oh, we must change that," he said. "We must make that 
happen. You must know me, and I you."

***

An hour later she felt like she knew him pretty well. 
Possibly even better than necessary. They had sat and 
talked and sipped wine, and she felt herself relaxing 
and getting looser. The room was nice and warm, and 
other than occasional risque comments, he was almost a 
gentleman.

Ralph had risen from the floor, and sat beside her, so 
close their knees touched. His hand, occasionally 
touched her, too. She didn't mind that much. She was 
warming up to him, just like he'd intended.

"Holly, my dearest," he whispered, and placed his mouth 
to her ear when she bent down. "I want to rub you down 
with baby oil. I want to massage you, and make you feel 
good. I want to feel you beneath my fingers. May I, 
darling?"

"Ralph... I dunno..." that did sound kinda like fun. She 
liked to be rubbed. And he looked like he had big strong 
hands. He stood.

"Just sit up slightly," he said, taking the hem of her 
miniskirt in his hand. She did, wondering why she was 
following his orders so meekly. Was it just because he 
was handsome and, so far, fairly thoughtful and polite? 
He carefully drew her dress over her head. She sat, 
almost naked, except for a small bra and that tiny 
thong. Almost as an afterthought she covered her crotch 
with her hand.

He reached his hands around her, and she felt his 
fingers on her bra strap. "May I?" he said, although 
he'd already done it, when he asked. He slid her bra 
down her arms.

"Oh, you are divine," he said, and she felt like he 
really meant it, it wasn't just sweet talk this time. 
She knew she had nice tits, enough guys had told her in 
the past. Adrianna had even told her, just last night.

"Ralph..." she said shyly. "Please lock the door."

"The door is fine," he said in his hypnotic drone. He 
kept talking, but she didn't really hear what he said. 
She took another sip of wine. The shit didn't taste that 
bad, now. She gulped down the rest of it, and he 
refilled her wineglass. She felt his tentative touch on 
her nipple. He was easy and gentle, and it felt good. 
She liked having her tits played with. And fuck, were 
her nipples ever hard. Her nipples usually stayed hard, 
but this time it was special.

"Where's that rackbub... backrub..." she finally said. 
Her tongue wasn't working right, for some reason.

"Just lay down on your stomach, darlin'," smooth-talking 
Ralph said. She lay down on his bed and sighed. She felt 
good. Tired, but good. She closed her eyes, and felt his 
hard, strong hands knead her shoulders. She flinched as 
something cold dropped on her back, and then she 
giggled. Baby oil. He rubbed it in, over and over, up 
and down her back. His hands were as hypnotic as his 
voice. She yawned, and wondered what Adrianna was doing 
right about now. Will I get my midnight kiss here or 
there? she thought to herself.

"Holly, baby..." she heard Ralph say. She mumbled 
something. His hands went lower and lower, down her 
back, and she flinched as he squeezed her ass. She 
flinched, but it felt good. She sighed and mumbled. He 
squeezed harder, digging his fingers into her bare ass. 
She felt him spread her butt cheeks apart, and she knew 
he was looking at her butthole. She giggled, instead of 
being upset.

This went on for quite some time. It was relaxing, and 
felt good. It felt good to have her ass massaged and 
squeezed. She was sure it felt good for him, too. 
Everybody likes to squeeze a little ass.

"Turn over, darling," he said. "I have something I want 
you to see..."

She sighed again, and slowly rolled over, looking at 
him. He was standing beside the bed, his hands on his 
hips, and right away she saw what he wanted her to see. 
He had pulled his cock and balls out of the zipper slit 
of his jeans. He stood there, arrogantly, maybe even a 
bit, uhm, cocky. Like he had something to be proud of.

Holy shit, said Holly to herself. That is something to 
be proud of. Ralph had a pretty goddam impressive cock. 
At least eight inches long, although she was a girl and 
feet and inches didn't always add up in her mind. But, 
shit. He was a monster. She smiled up at him, not even 
remembering to be shocked.

"Ralphie. You got a nice weenie," she said, a lazy smile 
on her face. He smiled back down. He knew he did. She 
wasn't the first that had told him that. He even had a 
girlfriend who regularly reminded him of that. But his 
girlfriend wasn't as sweet as this sweet young thing 
laying in his bed. He licked his lips, hoping to hell 
his girlfriend didn't come checking up on him this 
evening. That would be... unpleasant.

"Darling Holly," he said. "You may use my body any way 
you see fit, for your pleasure. I give myself to you."

She took a deep breath, and reached her hand out. Holly 
want, she thought. Holly want now. He felt hard, hard 
and warm. She rubbed down his shaft, finally sitting up 
and grabbing him with both hands. He felt fabulous in 
her hands, just like what a cock should feel. I'm 
through with boys, she thought. I'm ready for a man.

He let her play for a while, then slowly inched forward. 
She didn't require much of a hint, and finally, holding 
his monster delicately in one hand, she leaned down and 
took him in her lips. At first she just slurped around 
on the tip, feeling the hard cap of his cock on her 
inner lips, but she finally sucked him in as deep as she 
could. Damn, she thought, that feels cool. And huge, the 
damn thing felt like a fucking summer sausage in her 
mouth. This was just too damn cool.

Ralph let out a sigh of relief. He'd thought it would be 
his hand again, tonight. But, damn. A knock on the door, 
later, he was getting a nice knobber. The girl was no 
Linda Lovelace, but she had some suction, and a little 
bit of style. She rubbed the back of his cap with her 
teeth, almost enough to hurt, ran her tongue around the 
cap, and then teased his piss-hole. He sighed again, and 
relaxed. He could do this all night, if she could.

But then, damn. A creak from the door. It was a guy 
named Jerry, peeking in. Ralph motioned him to go away, 
but Jerry opened the door even further. Then he made a 
blow-job motion with his hand, opening his mouth.

"Later," Ralph mouthed, irritated. These guys. This was 
his girl. Although... the deal was, if a girl came in, 
share and share alike. This was just the first time it 
had happened. There wasn't a true protocol established. 
And... he'd taken the initiative. He'd taken care of 
her, while the other guys just stared and drooled.

Jerry finally backed away, and shut the door. Holly 
looked up and the click of the lock, but her eyes were 
still focused for looking at his cock. He almost smiled. 
What an innocent little thing she was. Truly, this was 
his lucky day.

They went another ten or fifteen minutes, and two more 
interruptions from the door before he finally gave up, 
and told his prostate to go for it.

"Baby, get ready," he said softly, and moments later he 
filled her mouth. His balls were as impressive as his 
cock, and she held it in until the last squirt, gulping 
as fast as she could. Still some dribbled out, and she 
giggled helplessly as it dripped on her knees.

"Oh, thank you, darling," Ralph gushed, finally pulling 
his softening cock from her tired mouth. "You were 
wonderful. I am a lucky guy."

Fuck yeah, she thought. But, you'd better get that bitch 
pumped back up, pretty quick. I wanna be lucky, too.

He sat beside her, and they cuddled for a while. She 
woke up a little, but she still felt fuzzy and tired. 
That goddam wine, she thought. Wine. Where was her 
glass? She took another sip. That shit's not bad at all, 
she told herself, draining the glass again.

"Darling..." Ralph continued to talk, non-stop. 
"Darling... in a few minutes I am going to make love to 
you... like what you deserve. I want to send you to 
heaven and back. I want to make you scream in ecstasy. 
But first... take a few moments and look at this..."

She looked up, and saw him holding his phone. What the 
fuck? she thought. That picture... it looked familiar... 
shit, it was her. It was her, sucking his dick. Sucking 
his fucking cock. The next picture was the top of her 
head, and a few inches of his cock, obviously going into 
her mouth.

"What the fuck?" she said, looking at him. She tried to 
grab the phone, but he easily kept it out of her reach.

"Don't worry, darling," he said hurriedly, "I will show 
these to no one."

"You'd better the fuck not," she growled. She was wide 
awake, now.

"Of course not. I'm sure you'll be... cooperative... we 
are friends, now. And friends help each other out."

"What do you mean," she said. She looked around for her 
blouse and skirt but didn't see them.

"Holly... my fraternity brothers are my brothers, just 
like my real brothers. Well, if I had any, they would 
be."

She was silent for a minute, and stared at him.

"And?" she finally said.

"I just want you to be as friendly to them as you have 
to me," Ralph said. She snorted.

"You mean, you want me to give them blowjobs," she said. 
She shook her head. And she'd fallen for this 
motherfucker. She'd put his dick in her mouth.

"Holly, Holly," he said soothingly. "If that's what you 
want to do, yes. I hope you'll be receptive to making 
the boys happy. That's what this world needs, a little 
more happiness."

"Yeah, the world needs more blowjobs," she said, 
standing. "Where the fuck are my clothes?"

"You may have left them in the other room," he said. He 
didn't seem interested in helping her look for them.

"Ralph," she finally said, "it's been fun, but I gotta 
go. Help me get out of here, give me your number, and 
maybe I'll call you."

"Holly, dearest," he said, holding his phone up. "I'd 
love to... but... I'm not sure if these pics are safe. 
Somebody might get hold of them."

"Give me your phone, and I'll take care of that," she 
said, making a face at him.

"I'm... I'm pretty particular about my phone," he said, 
flicking through the pictures.

She sighed. "Ralph, what is this? You're gonna blackmail 
me if I don't blow your buddies? Where you gonna post 
those pics? They're a little strong for Facebook."

His face assumed a hurt look. "Holly, I'm not like that 
at all. I'm just asking you to be neighborly. Think 
about my friends, not just me. You did fine, for me. 
Just think about it, darling. They all love you already, 
and they'll love you more if you do this."

"Honestly, Ralph," she said, shaking her head. "I was an 
inch from fucking you. You almost had me."

"Oh, darling, I want that more than anything," he said. 
She looked down. His cock, still exposed, was still 
hard. So hard it was almost purple. Poor wittle cockie, 
she thought, doesn't know it's over for tonight. Sad.

"Holly. Come on. Just blow a few guys, and we'll come 
back here, lock the door, and fuck until morning. I can 
do it. I can make you happy. How long has it been for 
you? Have you ever had one... like mine?"

She looked at his cock again. Truth be known, she 
hadn't. She wondered if he'd stretch her out, to where 
normal guys wouldn't do it for her anymore. But she'd 
read in Cosmo your pussy tightened back up, or 
something. It didn't seem to be a problem. And... when 
she was fourteen she'd found her mom's stash of sex 
toys, and ended up fucking herself silly with a huge 
vibrating dildo, as big around as her arm. And that 
hadn't fucked up her cunt. She realized she wanted it to 
happen. She wanted it, tonight. How bad could blowing a 
few guys be?

"How many..." she said slowly. Ralph looked puzzled.

"How many what? How many girls have I?" he said. She 
shook her head.

"No, how many guys do I have to blow? And can you 
promise me that nobody will ever find out about this?"

He smiled. He knew he was in. "Dearest," he said, "I'll 
make them all swear the sacred oath. No one will ever 
know. Your secret will be safe."

"It had better fuckin' be," she said. "I got four 
hillbilly brothers that love to kick ass. They carry 
sawed-off shotguns and box knives, and live about ten 
minutes away." That was actually a lie, she only had one 
brother and he lived in Philly with a fashion designer 
named Bruce.

"Okay," she said. "I'll blow a few of your closest 
friends, and then we'll... we'll fuck. That's the deal?"

"Yes, and thank you. My friends thank you. I thank you." 
Ralph seemed pleased. This was actually working out 
pretty good, he realized. He'd thought for a moment 
there he'd lost her.

In her mind, she was asking herself why she was so ready 
to do this. True, she wanted to go a round with Ralph's 
cock. And what the hell, it was Friday night... Friday 
night was good for doing crazy shit you wouldn't 
ordinarily do. But... sucking off a roomful of guys? 
What the fuck was wrong with her? She couldn't come up 
with an answer for that one. Sometimes, she told 
herself, sometimes you just gotta let go and go apeshit.

"Come on, darling," Ralph said, standing, giving her his 
hand. "Let's meet the boys."

"Find my dress," she said, allowing him to help her to 
her feet.

"Oh, no, let's just go out there like this. They'll 
appreciate you more just like you are," he said, and she 
snorted again. Yeah, everybody loves a peep show. She 
followed him into the living room. The low hum of 
conversation instantly died. And, Ralph was right, to an 
extent. She could feel the worship in their gazes at 
once. She wondered if she was the first girl that had 
ever been in the house before. She shyly covered her 
crotch, and picked one breast to hide, since she didn't 
have three hands. Goddam, she thought, it's warm in 
here, but my fucking nipples are still as hard as Jolly 
Ranchers. She knew she was putting on a good show for 
the boys.

"Gentlemen," said Ralph loudly. "My girlfriend Holly..." 
he motioned to her and she wrinkled her nose and smiled 
sarcastically at his assumption. "Holly has agreed to do 
something special for each and every one of you. Please 
expose your organs of reproduction, and prepare 
yourselves emotionally for titillation, stimulation, and 
eventual satisfaction. I have previewed the girl, and I 
assure you she is superior to your wildest dreams."

She thought that speech was a little over the top and 
possible even a bit disrespectful to her, but that was 
Ralph for you. She realized her face was burning, as the 
boys just stared at her, motionless. What? she thought. 
What the fuck? Are they too shy? Am I getting off this 
easy?

No, she was not. Finally one boy stepped forward, 
unzipping his pants. That seemed to break the ice, and 
instantly they were all milling around, and she heard a 
dozen zippers go down. How many do I have to do? she 
thought to herself. She turned to Ralph. The bastard was 
five feet away, holding his phone up, recording her.

"Hold it!" she shouted, and the room was instantly 
silent.

"Ralph," she said, planting herself in front of him. 
"Ralph, I like you. But, honestly... if you take one 
more second of video or one more single picture of me, 
you'll have to go to Mount Saint Mary's so the trauma 
team can remove your goddam phone from your fucking ass. 
Do you understand?"

She put her head down, and stared at him. He looked a 
little nonplussed, but he put his phone back in his 
pocket, and finally smiled engagingly at her. It took a 
lot to fluster Ralph.

She shot him one last glare, and turned back. The first 
guy to pull his dick out carefully approached her, and 
she looked down at his cock. He was no Ralph, but he 
looked more than adequate, and fuck... he was fuckin' 
hard. Damn, he was so hard he was purple. She wondered 
if she was doing that for him. I bet I'm the best 
looking chic that's ever gave him the time of day, she 
thought. I could be a bitch, though, and give him ED for 
the rest of his life. He's in my hands.

It occurred to her to wonder how many of these guys were 
virgins. Blow-job virgins, even. Probably the majority. 
I'm probably gonna be remembered forever by these guys, 
she thought. Twenty years from now, guys would sit 
around and say, hey, remember the night that Holly girl 
showed up and blew us?

Within fifteen seconds, the kid was literally in her 
hands. She squatted down in front of him, grabbed him by 
his ass, and drew him to her. She gulped his cock down, 
and was satisfied to feel it in the back of her throat. 
That quick, above her, she heard him groan, and some 
other guys giggle.

She made a wordless noise in her throat, and he sighed 
loudly. She knew it felt good, and did it again. She 
stroked him in and out, in and out, sucking hard. She 
could feel the cap of his cock get harder and even 
expand a little. Damn, he felt good in her mouth. She 
was surprised, this soon after Ralph, how much actual 
fun this was. She could feel that slippery stuff coming 
out of his cock, and she wondered how close he was to 
cumming.

She had no idea how much time went by. Maybe ten minutes 
later she felt a twitch inside him, and he said 
something above her. She nodded, and kept sucking. Her 
hands were buried in his balls by now, kneading and 
rubbing. She knew he was getting a good blowjob. She 
felt like she got a little better, each one she did. 
This should kick her stats up a few notches, doing all 
these guys.

She remembered with a snort that she'd said "just a 
few." She knew by now that wasn't going to happen. Every 
guy here would probably step forward. So the fuck what, 
though. She hoped, she fervently hoped that word didn't 
get out. She saw the headline already-- Holly Harmes 
blow entire house of Kappa Omega what-the-fuck-ever. 
She'd have boys following her everywhere, if word got 
out. She wondered how many of these guys had girlfriends 
to be jealous of her. Probably not very many, at least.

Suddenly, he filled her mouth, squirting again and 
again. She almost laughed, wondering when the last time 
he'd ejaculated. Actually, probably just last night, in 
his hand, she decided. He came so much some ran down her 
chin inbetween her tits. She dropped his cock, and wiped 
her lips off.

"Thank you, oh thank you," he gushed, patting her on the 
head like she was a puppy. She grimaced up at him, 
shaking her head. He backed up, still staring at her 
with a look of total love and devotion. I could tell 
this guy to jump off Talbert Bridge, she thought, and 
he'd take off for it at a dead run. These guys need to 
get out more often. These guys need more girlfriends 
than just me.

The next kid stepped into line. And damn... he was just 
a kid. It was the kid that had opened the door. She 
almost laughed, and smiled up at him.

"Honey, does your momma know where you are tonight?" she 
said. His hopeful look dissolved into one of irritation. 
She instantly felt bad for making fun of him.

"I'm nine fucking teen," he said, a little butthurt.

"I'm sorry, I was just trying to be funny," she 
apologized. "Please... I didn't mean to piss you off."

"Aw, it's okay," he said, finally smiling, "I just get 
that shit all the time."

"Well, let me make it up to you," she said, and squatted 
back down. Her legs were getting sore.

"Ralph, honey," she said, looking for him. She reminded 
herself to look at him occasionally, to make sure he 
wasn't recording her. "Ralph, please find me a stool or 
something low to sit on."

He nodded, and disappeared. She finally looked down at 
the cock of the kid in front of her. And fuck, she 
thought, sucking in a breath. We have a winner. He was 
holding his cock up against his body with both hands, 
but she could still see three or four inches of it 
sticking up.

"Holy fuck," she said, looking back up at him. He got a 
puzzled look on his face. This little fucker is bigger 
than Ralph, she thought. She reached out and pulled his 
hands away, and let his cock flop down in front of her 
face.

"Don't cover that goddam thing up," she breathed. "That 
is fuckin' beautiful."

The kid laughed self-consciously. "These guys call me a 
freak," he said.

"They're just fuckin' jealous," she said reverently. It 
was not just big, it was beautiful. And uncircumcised, 
on top of everything, except it was so hard now his 
foreskin was long since rolled back. She took hold of it 
with one hand, and gently kissed the cap. She rolled her 
tongue around the end, and he sighed with pleasure. This 
one I'll do for myself, she thought. And... though I'll 
let Ralph fuck me, when this is over, this is the one 
I'll be thinking of.

She spit him out for a moment. "What's your name?" she 
said.

"Tony," he replied. She smiled up at him.

"Tony," she said. "Please tuh meecha." He smiled again, 
and she smiled back, finally taking his cock back in her 
mouth. She felt his fingertips touch her nipple. This 
might not be too bad, she thought. I just might make a 
few friends this way. She liked the kid, instinctively. 
And, he wasn't really a kid, he was her age.

***

Two hours later she was exhausted, and goddam but did 
her jaws ever ache. She was sure she wasn't sucking near 
as hard as she'd started out doing. Blow jobs are hard 
work, she realized. You don't notice it because most of 
the time you just do one. She burped softly, tasting 
sperm. Gawd, she thought. I'm probably gonna gain a few 
pounds, just from all that shit. She actually felt full, 
even though she hadn't had dinner that night.

And she'd caught one sneaky fucker going back through 
the line, she'd recognized the bottom four inches of his 
shirt. She whipped on him hard, and he hung his head in 
shame. He'd tried to convince her it was because he just 
loved her so much. She laughed and said, "Next!"

Finally, at long last, she was done. She had no idea how 
many she'd done, some of the guys had left the room, and 
more than one had showed up, she was suspicious that 
somebody had texted about what was going on to their 
friends. She'd given up trying to connect names and 
faces to cocks, it was all just a blur to her. Tony had 
won the size contest that went on in her mind, and also 
the award for most aesthetically pleasing. The kid just 
had a nice one.

She looked down. Shit, she was a mess. Strings of cum 
ran from her chin down onto her boobs. A stream of the 
shit flowed between her tits, past her stomach, and all 
the way down to her thong. Her damn thong was soaked, 
and she was glad she was on the pill, she was sure some 
of it had gotten into her pussy. She could feel the 
sticky stuff on her pussy lips, when she stood.

Tony had reached down and helped her stand, and then 
steadied her when she lurched a little. He thoughtfully 
handed her a handful of napkins, and she scrubbed as 
much cum off her body as she could. Gawd, I need a 
fucking shower, she thought.

Ralph approached her, holding out her miniskirt and bra. 
She took it, and dressed slowly, aware of thirty 
something eyes on her body. She finally looked at Ralph 
and smiled, though by now she'd realized he was kind of 
wormy. Well, a deal is a deal. And... he had a nice cock 
too, maybe... maybe he knew how to use it.

She looked around. There were maybe twelve boys in the 
room. Most of her fan club was still present. At least 
they'd put their cocks away. A thought occurred to her. 
She could live without Ralph tonight, the urgency had 
passed, for some reason. At last she said "Ralph," 
loudly, wanting everyone there to see what she did. She 
leaned into him, careful not to breathe her spermy 
breath in his face.

"Yes, darling?" he said, looking inquisitive.

"Thank you for a wonderful evening," she said, and 
reached out and put her hand behind his head, pulling 
him to her. She smashed her lips against his, and had 
her tongue halfway down his throat before he realized 
what was going on. He pushed against her, hard, almost 
knocking her down, and she stumbled backward, laughing 
to herself.

"Bletch..." he almost spit, a disgusted look on his 
face. "What'd yah do that for!" he almost snarled, 
before his nature took over, and he was back to being 
his usual smooth self.

"Just a little thank you kiss," she answered sweetly, 
smiling at him. And maybe even pass on a little genetic 
information, she thought to herself, via my tongue. She 
wondered if he'd been able to taste the sperm in her 
mouth. She hoped so. Looking at several of the boys 
behind him, she saw their amused glances at each other. 
They knew what she'd done.

"Ralph, honey," she said sweetly, "I know we had a date, 
but maybe we can do it later. I'm plumb worn out. Can 
one of you boys take me home?"

To her great pleasure, Tony stepped forward. Ralph 
nodded, back to looking a little peeved. She didn't 
really want to fuck him anyway. She was past him. Out of 
all these guys, there was only one she'd consider, now.

"I'll take you," said Tony. "I'm the only one with a car 
that runs." She nodded, and took his hand.

"Goodnight, boys," she said, nodding at them 
collectively. A few mumbled back at her. Ralph watched 
her go, not even trying to get her to stay. She knew 
there was no french kissing in her future, if she 
stayed. He seemed, probably like most other guys, to 
have issues about tasting another guy's sperm.

Tony wrapped her in his jacket, and they went to his 
car, out at the curb. He put her in the passenger's 
side, and got in. The car fired up with a burp of blue 
smoke, and she gave him directions. In a minute they 
were in front of her dorm.

"Tony, thanks," she said, looking at him. He smiled 
back. "I know you know I just blew fifteen or so guys. 
But if I give you my number, would you call me 
sometimes?"

He smiled and nodded. He found an ink pen, and wrote his 
number on her arm, and hers on his. He leaned forward, 
almost expectantly.

"You'd kiss me goodnight?" she asked, smiling. "I just 
blew fifteen guys, but you'd kiss me goodnight?"

"Yeah," he laughed. "Just a little one. It's our first, 
anyway."

"Yeah, I just blew yah, but we haven't kissed, true," 
she said, smiling at him. They touched lips for a 
second, and he hugged her. She leaned into him for a 
moment. Fuck Ralph, she thought to herself.

"I'll brush my teeth before next time," she said. She 
got out of the car and handed his jacket back. "Tony," 
she said. "Call me."

END

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