Chapter 3
The secretary of Delta Iota Kappa had come three times, riding her chosen man, and she was streaming sweat. Because the friction was different and not so terrific lying under a woman this way, Fred had not come. He blinked and groaned when he saw the girl with the long, long hair sag . . . and slip sidewise to the floor. His dripping, angrily-red cock lurched up into the air and slapped down against his belly. Its slitted head was pointed straight up the center line of his chest. It throbbed, visibly.
Shit, he thought, she wore herself out and got her rocks off like a freight train! But what about me?
He had forgotten where he was, and that he was surrounded by naked, lusting young women. And one who was not so old—but as Miz Munson started toward him, a slim, cute youngster elbowed her aside and a moment later was astride his hips, beaming down at him.
"Hi! You look like you need help. I'm Gretchen. Fly me!"
"Don't pay any attention to that slut, handsome! Remember me—Rebecca Rothschild. Bug off Gretch— I'm steward around here, and next in line—and besides I saw him first long ago!"
"How," sweet-faced little Gretchen said sweetly, "would you like your nipple bitten off, turkey?"
Rebecca stared at the smaller girl. "Look; pledge, go to the end of the line and stand by for suitable punishment of a snip who makes physical threats to an activeV
"Ladies—" Fred began, and then his eyes goggled the more. "Oh shit!"
Between the two had shouldered another Delta I, and shouldered was the word for this . . . chick. If there was anything small about her, Fred thought, it must be her ears, which were out of sight under a helmet-like covering of curly hair, bobbed short. She put a large hand on the shoulder of each of the other two girls.
"Physical threats? You two couldn't get physical with a kitty-cat! Bug off!"
Black-tressed Rebecca with the long breasts writhed under the fingers digging into her bare shoulder. "Come on, Henrietta, you can't muscle in like this. I'm an officer of D.I.K.! You heard the—the— that man." She nodded toward Doc, who was smiling sweetly and watching Bill Martin hump the bejesus out of a pleasure-sobbing redhead.
"DOC!" Fred called. His eyes remained fixed on Henrietta Nettles. He well remembered how the big gal had decked him earlier, outside, while he and Grif had been staging their phony fight to let Cesar get in and—make all this possible. To hell, he thought with firmness, with Henrietta the jock! Let her go fuck a lamp post!
The three girls were staring at Driessen when he turned his mild eyes their way in response to Fred's anguished call. Doc's hand was busy, stroking the face of the large young woman on her knees between his legs, totally out of sight, finger-fucking herself while she lapped and sucked his cock and balls.
"Ah—the warden, isn't it? Of course she's next in line of succession," Doc said, and gave Henrietta a firm look.
Fred never knew why everyone obeyed Doc. Maybe because he was the oldest, and had just taken charge—and was, after all, seated in the high-backed chair of authority behind the desk draped with the sorority's banner. But obey they did. Big Henrietta's face fell. She looked down at Fred, then at his cock. Head bowed, she turned away.
"Madam Steward," the grinning Fred Foster said, "c'mere!" As he reached a hand up to her, he looked up at the pledge, Gretchen. She was leaking tears that were big quivering shimmers on her cute little cheeks. "What you need," he told her, "is Cesar. Go over there, squat or something beside him, and . . . wait. You two were made for each other."
"Shit," she shockingly snapped, "I'm not looking for a relationship. I just wanta get fucked!"
"Uh—I've never been ... on top, before," Rebecca said, with her face close to Fred's. She must make a stirring sight, he thought, from behind, with her kneeling like this beside him and her ass turned straight up at the ring of hopefully waiting and watching onlookers.
"Good," Fred said, and in seconds she was flat on her back and had her darling little pussy stuffed full of the cock of a man who'd been divorced all too recently and had not balled for all too long.
"HOOOOOOHHHHH!" she whoofed, and her eyes were enormous.
"Gee you feel nice," Fred told her, and started shagging.
Elsewhere in that steamy room, no less than four young ladies were concentrating their attentions on Dave Griffey, who lay flat on his back with his head in the warm, naked lap of a fifth. He had pumped his load, blown his balls, shot his wad, and was knocked-out just now. But Anne and Jeannie and Debra and Victoria—yes, Victoria—were bent on correcting his temporary tiredness, along with the flagging state of his slippery penis. Jeannie, who had never made it with a male but who had sucked rather more than one cunt in her nineteen years, was licking his cock and balls, tasting semen and cunt-juice, moaning in need—and with two fingers shoved right up inside squirmy Debra's hot little snatch, which Jeannie had blown just last night or rather very early this very morning. Debra gave her no attention now; she was sitting right beside Grifs head, tweaking his nearer nipple with one hand and her own with the other. Across his chest from her was Victoria, shooting dark looks at Jeannie and Debra and Anne Treece—who was kissing Grif s toes, one by one—and lightly scratching the biker's other nipple. With her other hand, she was rubbing her lightly-furred pussy.
Grif turned his head her way. While he reached up and squeezed Debra's breast, he said, "Victoria old love."
She raised her eyebrows and looked sweetly, expectantly, hopefully down at the naked male, whose sweat she could smell. "Hmmmmm?" she queried, musically.
"Fuck off. I don't like you. I don't like your snooty face or your silly tits or the dumb schoolgirl way you mess around with my tit. Get lost. Fuck off. Go find a baseball bat and squat on it"
Lip trembling, Victoria turned away and sat sagging, staring at the floor. Tears ran down her face and splashed onto her "silly tits", which were small and absolutely lovely, with great swollen aureoles.
"Oh—don't you like attention to your nipples?" Debra asked, ceasing that attention.
"Love it baby," Grif said, looking at her and pulling at her breast. "Come down here and give us some tongue."
Debra bent, her naked breasts falling onto the supine man's chest, and she was soon receiving a violent, lip-crushing kiss that filled her mouth with swinging, leaping, twitching tongue. The soft flexible flesh in Jeannie's mouth began to swell and pulse as Grif s lust flared anew and his cock commenced to grow.
On the floor nearby, Rebecca's hips writhed frantically and her mounded breasts jiggled and trembled on her heaving chest. Fred's chest hammered them. Like a fiery brand, his cock stabbed into her, into her softly wet erotic deeps. His own naked male ass bobbed and twisted with his wild pumping.
Seething, Martha squatted beside them, and in that position her calves bulged and her thighs went taut and her black-furred cunt opened like a scarlet flower. At Fred's bidding, Rebecca reached over and thrust two fingers up into that seething, needing blossom, while Fred fucked Rebecca and Rebecca finger fucked Martha.
He powered the meat to the girl's whirling, sucking inner maelstrom of flesh. It was wet, running juicy, very warm. Squeezing and seething, the channel sheathed and contained him. Fred couldn't imagine why he'd ever stuck it out so long with An-gie. This was better than it had ever been with her.
Demanding pussy screwed up and down and undulated to gain every micro-inch of his dick. Supple young thighs surrounded his driving hips with soft-skinned erotic flesh. Hungry each for the other and frantic, soaring, their two bodies plunged and kinged and churned violently. Rebecca's lust and nearness to orgasm grew, and her fingers jammed more and more violently up into the other girl's supple vagina. With gasps and groans, Martha squatted there happily accepting the finger-fucking— and aided it by rubbing her clitoris with more enthusiasm than expertise.
The heat of lust burned like a scarlet flame in all three hunching bodies and whirling brains. Inside the sprawled sorority girl, Fred's stone-hard cock jerked uncontrollably. Seething hot pussies squirmed and gyrated, glided and sucked on driving fingers and deep-seated dick, lurched and stabbed.
"Are . . . you ... on the pill ... or something?" he groaned out, feeling that final tightening of his and backbone that was like a trumpet call to ounce his imminent orgasm. The girl's deep-brown eyes went wide. "Oh! No!" "Then ... got to... get out... of you..." "I AM!" Martha cried out, and seconds later Rebecca was whimpering, her hand clamped over gaping cunt, while Fred forced himself to pull out of her and plunged his flailing burning prick into her sorority sister's hot, hairy crotch.
Martha squealed, urged her hips and breasts and belly up to the mustached man, and pumped up with all her might.
"Ee-easy," he gasped. "Get . . . your hand on . . . Becky's cunt. I saw that you know how to rub a clit—rub hers, Martha sweetheart, while I try to hang on... a little longer!"
He fucked with short, rapid-powered strokes that sent vaginal fluid flying, pouring forth in thick streams from her drenched slot. Meanwhile she fingered the other brunette's rubbery little clitoris with deliberate teasing strokes and occasional firm pressures that made Rebecca squirm and cry out while a warm tingling bathed her genitals in liquid fire. Her senses swayed and she clutched her olive-hued breasts in tight, finger-gouging grips no less barbaric than the grasp Grif was nearby applying to Debra's soft titties.
For the first time in her life, Jeannie, the girl who had known only girl-to-girl love or rather lust, had licked and suckled at a male crotch. Now, for the first time in her life, the sweet-faced girl with the jasper-colored hair was sucking a rampantly erect male organ. An honest-to-Priapus hard-on.
Grif s cock had come up again, while he tried to tongue out Debra's flexing throat and gave almost vicious squeezes to her soft droopy breasts with theii teensy pink nipples.
Jeannie made a discovery, real fast: she liked what she was doing!
She who'd tried it only with other females discovered she loved male dick, loved the kneeling act known as cocksucking.
She liked, too, the way slim-fingered hands roamed and probed her gasping cunt. For behind her squatted Kathy, who had despaired of getting the man her hurtful vagina told her she wanted. Now she fingered both her own and Jeannie's slick-slipped slits and stiff flashy clits.
Kathy made a good job of it. She was very famil-iar with brown-haired Jeannie's auburn-furred cunt and twiggy clitoris.
Kindly Miz Munson, herself wild for sex for the first time in ... a long while, had noted Victoria's pitiful distress. She had come over to hold the tall slim girl in a motherly embrace. Motherly . . . and like a child, Victoria helplessly sucked away at the older woman's big reddish-brown nipples.
All by itself Victoria's hand just slithered down and began to rub through the mossy pussy fur that covered the housemother's meaty mount.
Quivering, sounding as if she was humming, Miz Munson pressed the young woman to her breast and tried to pretend that she didn't know about the darling sweet loving fingers that were playing so sweetly with her long-unused cunt.
While . . . only a few feet away, Fred was almost in pain from the coursing of the blood through his temples when he lunged and tugged and lunged. Christ, what a fuck!
His huge rod went in and out of the prostrate Debra like a motor-driven piston, while she rubbed off the dark girl beside him. Tremulous fingers slithered through silky girl-hair and into welling girl-juice and stroked twitchy, swollen trigger. Both girls, sisters under the skin in the sorority parlance, moaned and shuddered and sighed. And Fred Foster pumped.
He had fucked—or rather, been fucked from above, by—the secretary, until she had popped off three climaxes and passed out in a surfeit of orgastic release. Then he had transferred his cock into her sister Rebecca, and screwed her until he thought he was about to come and had discovered that she was unprotected against his egg-seeking seed. And now he was in his third wet tight young pussy; wallowing on the third happy, wel<x>ming young body—and he was blowing his balls.
The young supermarket assistant manager felt himself toppling groaning into a kaleidoscopic vortex of the deepest pleasure. His breath came hard while stars seemed to explode into novae inside his head. Hard-ejaculated cream wrenched from him and jerked his body with every spurting jolt.- It poured into her belly in the transmutation of exploding lust into satiation.
She cooed and squealed and her eyes rolled loosely as she concentrated on the sensation, the feel of that warm liquid being high-pressured into her private nook.
After that, Fred lay as if dead. Fucked three, came in one, he thought weakly, and like a glutton in a room filled with food, he wanted more, more.
Another anxious Delt I aided Debra in sliding his dead weight from atop her. Then, strangely, the newcomer let Fred lie where he was while she applied her lips to Debra's open-mouthed cunt. She pressed her face in on that red-lipped, open pussy and solved the whole problem of protection or non-protection: she sucked out every last droplet of Fred's cum, mixed with the groaning twitching De-bra's vaginal cream.
There was little attempt to stop Henrietta from approaching the panting, gasping, sprawled Fred while he lay with his eyes closed and his chest heaving.
The big girl, lifted him with a grunt, and carried him from the
Chapter Room On Sturdy, Calfy Legs. There Was Some Bitching And Grouching About That, True. But No One Cared To tangle with Henrietta. Not only was she big, she was sensitive about her size, and in truth, she hardly knew her own strength. She wasn't mean. She was dangerous, though.
Carrying the exhausted man she'd earlier punched and now found helpless, his penis like a limp noodle long soaked, she vanished along the hall. She turned into the room she shared with a couple of other girls. Those two wisely remained in the
Chapter Room. That Windowless Upstairs Chamber Now Smelled Strongly, Thickly, Wetly Of Sex And Semen And Lustful sweat and open, exuding cunt
Behind the draped
Chapter-Room Desk, Big Alice Wheelwright Rooted In Doc Driessen's Crotch. She Sucked A Fat Red-Veined Erection that she had raised all by herself. Her first. Since she kept her eyes closed and never looked up, she didn't know that another had sidled over and was being tit-sucked by the brilliant old scientist. His face wore an expression of angelic pleasure.
His second lover was called Betsy the Bust, a mere pledge of seventeen and from off-in-the-sticks somewhere at that, chubby and possessed of a forty-two D bosom.
With an expression of entranced content on her face, like a lovely painted cow being sucked of contented milk, Betsy the Bust stood still—except for the quivers and gentle rolling of her broad hips. She ran her hands lovingly, gratefully through Doc's thin, silky-soft white hair. She had so much breast there was little room left for aureoles—pale—and small nipples. They were, however, very, very sensitive. Betsy sighed. Doc sucked Betsy. Alice sucked Doc's cock.
Two pairs of fondling, cunt-lapping girls rolled accidentally together, became involved, and were soon one quartet rather than two pairs.
Munson held Chambliss; Chambliss sucked Munson's teats and twirled her thumb around up in the housemother's well oiled cuntal folds. Munson only held the girl; no one cared do anything sexually nice for Victoria Chambliss, Miss Snooty-Snotty.
Deliberately rubbing and abrading her steadily redding vulva on the sprawled Grif s skungy motorcyclist's boot, Kathy meanwhile tongued Jeannie's crotch and twitching clitoris. Kneeling spraddle-legged to aid that effort while she sucked Grif's cock, Jeannie moaned and fondled his balls. Debra also knelt over him, bent forward with her soft longish titties dangling. Her face was screwed up—but she did not move while Grif steadily slapped the joggling swinging white pendants back and forth, turning them steadily red.
"Shit," Grif muttered, "this is the fuckin' life! Hold still baby, move and I'll kiss you off forever and you can go hunch a fireplug!"
"A VIRGIN!" Mickey White's voice rang loudly out, and there was a ragged chorus of titters. None of them issued from the soft pink mouth of the plump girl he had been tit-sucking and cunt-fondling, while one of her fellow Delta Iota Kappas fondled the trucker's hairy ass and squeezed his nuts.
"I— I'm sorry," the plump girl squeaked. "It just never—you know, happened."
"It's all right, Sharyn," Mickey murmured, stricken with an acute attack of the gentles. He cupped her unopened pussy gently and kissed her ear. "I'll be gentle."
Kathy scooted out from under Jeannie fast, when she realized that the hand messing around with her bared, trimly-clipped and therefore irresistible cunt was male. She saw that it was the wiry youngster with the curly black hair. She also saw that he had another hard-on. She noted too, that he was hardly alone. Mary Gooderidge was playing lovingly with his balls, and the
Chapter's Other Kathy, Kathy Mosteller, Called Jugs, Was Nestling Close To The Boy, Kissing His Ear And Cheek And inhaling the aroma of his jet-black hair.
"Why do you have to go messin' around with her," Jugs said plaintively. "Don't you like me-e?"
"You!" Mary snapped. "I had him first—I made this lovely thing hard again, dammit. Kathy—go lick Jeannie's gash!"
"I do not," Jugs said with some hauteur, "lick gashes. Or vaginas either."
"I wasn't talking to you," Mary snapped, frowning when Cesar bent his head way down to press a loving kiss on the other Kathy's almost naked pubis. "I was talking to the other Kathy. As for you, Jugs-why don't you go shove your hand up Chambliss's hot quim! Look at the bitch fingerfucking Miz Mun~ son!"
Cesar lifted his face and looked from one of the three to the other. "You will hush," he said, with a tone and air of mastery aided by his being so much in demand. "You are sisters, and this is not nice talk. I cannot make up my mind. I love you all. I want you all. Are any of you officers of this sorority?"
"Shit no," Kathy said.
"Not me," Jugs said. "I've barely been initiated!" "Hardly!" Mary chuckled.
"Then we don't have to stay here. Why don't you nice girls take me somewhere else?"
"Wow!" Mary said with anticipatory enthusiasm. "An orgy!"
Jugs looked around at the room, wallowing in orgy, and chuckled. With all this action going down, just the four of them would barely comprise an orgy-ette! She said, "My room!"
"Mine," the other Kathy said, with a hand on Cesar's cheek. "It's at the other end of the hall."
"Let's go."
The four of them left the
Chapter Room, Noting How Bill Martin Sat On The Floor With His Back Against The Wall And His Legs Spraddled Wide. He had an arm around each of two girls. Both were mere pledges of seventeen and eighteen, respectively. A third girl—Honors Student senior Pat Bauer, no less—knelt between his legs and mouthed his cock. The two pledges were giving the same treatment to his nipples. One was also playing with his navel. The man of forty was grinning like a cat from a well-known county in England: Cheshire.
Cesar, Kathy, Jugs and Mary split.
As they passed a closed door along that hallway, they heard the pulpy slapping sound, the splat of flesh. Someone had punched or slapped someone, behind that door.
"Whose room is that?" Cesar Perez demanded, stopping abruptly—so abruptly that both Jugs and Mary took three more steps along the hall toward their goal at its other end before they could shift gears and hit the brakes.
"Henrietta's," Kathy said, "Henrietta Nettles," Jugs said, her Jugs swinging wildly when she turned. "The big, big one?"
"Yeah. She left a while ago with the guy she punched outside, earlier. He was conked out"
"Fucked out," Jugs amended.
Cesar looked indecisive, then firmed. He hardly knew the guy, Fred Foster, but—as of tonight, they were buddies. All six of them were in this thing together.
"That's my buddy, man," he said. "I gotta stop that big bitch!"
He was grabbed by two suddenly fearful females. "No! She—Henrietta'd knock you right through the wall, man!"
"Come help me, then," Cesar said, and wrapped his fist around the doorknob.
Just then they heard the voice from inside. It was unmistakably male; Fred Foster's voice.
"There, bitch, that's for pushing me outside! Now getcher big ass up off the floor and see if you know how to kiss!"
"You—bully!" Henrietta's voice came, low and almost whimpery, so that all three of Cesar's new friends looked absolutely astonished. "And don't call my ass big!"
"I'll call your big ass big if I damned well want to, Hank! Now-"
"Don't you call me that! My name's Henrietta!"
"Henrietta's a rotten dumb ugly name, and Hank's cute. Get up, or I'm going back into the
Chapter Room And Get Me A Real Woman—Hank."
The four eavesdroppers in the hallway pressed close, holding each other, fondling, holding their breaths while they waited for the reply of the captain of the Women's Hockey Team to that. At last her voice came, tinier than any of them had ever heard it.
"Cute? Me?" There was another silence. Then, "W-would you help me up, Fred?"
"Sure, doll—and if you try anything, I'll pull that paddle off the wall and turn yer big ass the color of that bedspread!"
Grinning, nodding, Cesar propelled his three playmates along the corridor toward Kathy's room. "What color is Henriet—I mean Hank's bedspread?"
Jugs giggled. "Purple!"
Laughing, the four entered Kathy's room—and locked the door after them.
Griffey's voice rose from the
Chapter Room. "Gimme My Jacket, Baby. I'm Chilly."
"But—it's all dirty and greasy, Gri-ifff. It'll get on
"That's it, baby. Nobody talks back to Dave Griffey. Bug off, alla ya. Go fuck yer fuckin' fists. HEY, Vicky!"
"My name," Victoria Chambliss's voice returned, with dignity and Snooty-Snotty tone, "is Victoria." "Uh-huh. I like yer nice slim bod. Ya wanna ball?" "YES!"
"Come'ere, Vicky."
Sniffling, long-faced, Jeannie, and Debra with the red breasts went to the housemother for comforting. She sat on the floor, legs open, her pussy drooling. Extracting her fingers from it, Victoria launched herself with beautiful catlike sinuousness to her feet. She went to the grinning young man she wouldn't have spat on, just a few hours ago. He held up his arms, his hands open but cupped expectantly. Carefully, bending her knees a little, Victoria Chambliss fitted her breasts into those hands.
"Don't like being called Vicky, huh?" He squeezed. "What do they call you then?"
He was squeezing pretty hard. Her face tried not to screw up. She answered almost in a whisper. "Victoria-"
Three other voices, from three different areas of the
Chapter Room, Answered Grifs Question A Lot More Loudly.
"MISS SNOOTY-SNOTTY!" they called, in jagged chorus.
Victoria's pretty face writhed and she squeezed her eyes shut. Grif grinned. He tugged at her breasts. His hands dimpled the skin, deeply.
"Come down here, Miss Snooty-Snotty. Turn around, baby. Kneel over me so I can admire your snooty-snotty ass, and get that snooty-snotty mouth wrapped all around my dong!"
"I have never—"
"Do it, Vicky, or go fuck a telephone pole!"
Her Hp trembled and she stared, hesitating, considering . . . while Doc Driessen's formula made her cunt boil like a forgotten pot of sugar-thickened water.
A few seconds later, Grif was admiring the nice, white, smooth-skinned cheeks of Miss Snooty-Snotty's upturned butt. Nice long ovals atop nice smooth, glistening thighs. Skin like silk. A truly beautiful, slim body. With her back to the sprawled Grif.
As she was bestriding him, those long oval cheeks were nicely, indecorously and bemazingly split. He liked that. That way he could admire the tempting, tiny coil of her little anus as well as the ashy blond-furred pouch of her sex, which looked like a stuffed, taut purse she wore between the tops of her thighs. It was very pink. He watched its lips part as she bent lower over his loins.
As her mouth slipped over the big dark knob of his cock, he pushed his longest finger directly up her snug and hot pussy.
Victoria stiffened and made a squeaky little noise, from the throat. From the very base of the belly, in fact. From the cunt. For the first time in her Me, she hunched, gently bobbing her lustrous butt, on a long rough dirty finger firmly entrenched up inside the sleek, soft, yet ever-cleanly hole of her loins. And Grif grinned, and poked in deeply.
Also for the very first time in her life, she filled her patrician mouth with cock.
She trembled and twitched when another finger, wet with Grif s saliva, inveigled its way into her virginal anus. It hurt a little. She knew it was nasty and disgusting. Yet she didn't dare say anything. She—she liked the finger in her itchy-needy cunt. Her body was boiling over! Her vagina was boiling. She wanted that finger, and she'd accept the other one. She wanted cock!
Ah, Victoria. She had fingers, and wanted cock, and she didn't know it but she was about to get the presidential gavel.