Chapter 2
Lynn was more uptight about going to the party at the fraternity Louse than she cared to admit to Hank. She knew this was her big chance to make it with all the upperclassmen. The ones who really had power on campus would be there, and she would get the chance to meet them. The blonde girl knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that she could wrap them around her little finger like she had done with all the others in high school.
It wouldn't be long before she exerted the same kind of influence on the college campus that she had in high school. She could hardly wait. The thrill of the game alone, was almost enough to bring her off.
"Here it is, Lynn," Hank said nervously. "Look, don't try to impress anybody. Just be yourself, and I know that you'll be one of the chicks chosen for our most secret initiation rites."
"You don't know what those rites are?" she prodded. The girl wanted a little clue as to what to say and what to do. If she made herself into the prime candidate, then they would have to choose her. They wouldn't have any other choice, and she'd be on her way!
"Look, I'm just a pledge. I have to do what the guys tell me to do."
Curious, she asked, "And what did they ask you to do tonight?"
Hank might have blushed. She couldn't tell, due to the dimness of the light on the fraternity house porch.
"They told me to bring in the prettiest date I could find." Shyly, he added, "and I think I did. None of the other guys will have anyone that's half as sexy as you!"
She smiled, granting him a peek at just enough of her pearly white teeth so that he could feel good. She brushed against him, her firm tits rubbing him sensuously. Then the blonde said, "We'd better get inside. It sounds as if the party has already started. We wouldn't want to miss a single instant of it, would we?"
"Nope," Hank agreed, holding the door open for her. His eyes roved across the tightness of her skirt, and studied the way her ass rolled at just the right angle. It made his prick begin to stiffen in his pants. He fought down all the libidinous thoughts, and found that trying to do so only made his mind dwell on how incredibly foxy Lynn was. He gave up and followed inside.
For a moment, there was a lull, in the party. Whether it was one of the natural silences that occur from time to time in any gathering, or whether all the men inside turned to gape at Lynn, the blonde teenager didn't know. She suspected, from the sweat beading all the male foreheads, that it was because she had chosen her tightest outfit.
It pulled firmly across her tits, emphasizing them without making her seem like a hussy. The swell of her snowy white boobs threatened to spill from her low neckline, and yet she appeared chaste at the same time; It was an effect she had worked hard to achieve in high school. Now she was glad she bad. It paid off.
All the women in the room instantly hated her, and yet couldn't point and tell their dates what an outright whore she was. She was dressed conservatively, compared to most of them, yet she exuded a sexiness that couldn't be denied. The girl reveled in the feeling of so many eyes following her across the room. This was going to be one hell of a fine party, even if she wasn't going to be one of the two girls chosen to take part in the Gamma Delta Iota initiation ceremony.
She tried to figure out what they wanted the sexiest women for. She knew that these frat houses were hotbeds of sexual activity-hotbeds in many senses of the word. She wanted none of that. But to tease and torment and exert her power, that would be great. She could get into the power trip in a big way. After all, wasn't that why people went to college? "Hank, you certainly obeyed well," said one of the older men. Lynn eyed him in obvious appreciation, just as he was eyeing her.
"Yes, sir," Hank said obediently.
Lynn looked at her date and knew that this was one of the leaders in the fraternity. Her conclusion was confirmed when a hand was thrust out toward her.
"I'm president of the fraternity. Marty Reinhardt's the name."
"How do you do, Martin," she said primly.
The youth's mouth curled up into a smile of half lust, half humor. "Yes, Hank, for a pledge, you did right good this time. The others will be pleased that you have chosen such a.. . beauty .. . for our party. Enjoy yourself, Lynn." He turned and walked off.
Lynn frowned for a moment, unsure of what was wrong. Then it hit her. She hadn't been introduced, and yet Marty had known her name!
Before she could ask Hank about this, she found a cup of punch thrust into her hand. Daintily, she sampled the liquid and discovered that it had been spiked. She had expected as much. The coolness against her tongue told her this was mostly alcohol. Carefully sipping it, she tried to figure out how much she could drink without getting drunk. Not much, was her guess. She didn't want to totally lose control. If she did, she might do something she would regret. While the girl didn't have any special attachment to her cherry, it was a matter of pride that no man had ever popped it. And with this crew, the promise of fucking a virgin might go a long way in getting the things she wanted.
"Let's drift around. I want you to meet some of the others in the house." Hank took her elbow and steered her around, introducing her to the others in the fraternity. She smiled politely to them and began to feel a little uncomfortable. All the active members, looked at her as a dog would look at a side of beef hanging in the butcher store. All the pledges had to work hard to keep their tongues in their mouths as they panted lustfully after her. She saw more than one of the pledges' dates shove a sharp elbow into a heaving ribcage to bring them back to reality. Lynn did all she could to make sure that her presence was noticed by the ones most likely to do the selecting.
Less than an hour after they had arrived, she noticed that the party was a lot less crowded. She finally asked, "Hank? Where's everyone going? To the initiation? We haven't been left out, have we?"
She hated the idea of going to all the trouble and mixing with this boorish group and then being left out.
"Well, I can show you. If you want."
Hank was slurring his words. He had consumed a considerable amount of the punch without realizing how potent it was. Lynn sneered a little at him. A man who couldn't hold his liquor wasn't really a fit date. She glanced around, trying to find Marty Reinhardt. The president of the house was nowhere to be seen.
She finally shrugged her bare shoulders. "Okay with me."
Hank guided her up the stairs. She finished off her punch and accepted another cup before they reached the top of the stairs. People were coming and going, in both directions, in a steady stream. Hank pressed his ear against one of the closed door panels and said, "Here's a good one."
He opened the door to a darkened room. Lynn hesitantly went in. She didn't want to get into any hot and heavy action, yet she sensed something was happening inside the room that she didn't want to miss.
She almost inhaled her punch when her eyes adjusted to the dimness. On the bed, a couple were fucking their brains out. Her eyes adapted even more to the darkness, and she could see every little detail of their lovemaking.
The man was on top and pumping away furiously. She could see his ugly red prick vanishing between the delicately scalloped inner cunt lips of the girl under him. Her legs were thrown wide apart to give the man the best possible angle for his fucking.
"Ummmmm," the girl moaned. "I love the way your cock fills me up! It's fucking biiiig inside meeeee!"
"Y-your cunt," the man gasped. "That's what's so tight. Never felt a pussy that tight around my prick before. God, it's great!"
"Shut up and fuck me good!" the girl pleaded. "I want that swollen cock of yours fucking me till I can't stand it! Ride me, ride me haaaaard!"
Lynn could see the mans hips gleaming nakedly in the dim light. He thrust forward, his hips ramming his prick forward in a smooth thrust. His cock vanished into the seething depths of the wanton girl's cunt. The pussy lips seemed to give an obscene kiss to his incoming prick. The lewd smacking noise, as his piston of a cock reamed into her body, filled the room.
Lynn felt uneasy watching the couple balling. At the, same time, she was turned on by it. She had gone to a couple skin fucks with dates, and had even jacked them off during the movie. Seeing a couple fucking on a tiny screen was a hell of a lot different from watching it happen in real life. Everything about it shocked her. She could hear the real noises, the sounds of cock sliding against agitated pussy walls, the grunts and moans and ail the other tiny noises. The sight was enough: It make her own cunt begin to churn and froth with desire, but it was the smell that made her feel hornier than she had ever been in her life.
She loved the odor of excited pussy and aroused cock. It made her mouth water.
Lynn rocked a little bit, suddenly realizing how drunk she actually was. She'd thought she had pacing herself with the punch very well. She was wrong. Though not quite drunk enough to collapse, she wasn't sober enough to stand up without tottering.
A firm hand on her ass steadied her. She heard Hank saying, as if from a great distance, "Aren't they great? Don't you want to join them?"
"Join them?" she said dully, not sure if she was actually speaking.
"Sure, they won't mind. He's one of my fellow pledges, and that's his date. This kind of thing is natural around here. That's what makes Gamma such a great house to pledge."
"Fucking?" she said, astounded that such a vile word could even cross her lips. The thought of letting Hank shove that meaty prick of his between her legs, like the man on the bed was doing to his date, appalled her. And yet she was just drunk enough so that she couldn't really protest enough to keep Hank from pushing her toward the couple.
"Let me help you get those panties off," said Hank. The youth's hands shook a little, both from the punch and from his own excitement at the idea of actually fucking Lynn.
Before the girl realized what he was doing, she felt her panties pulled from her slender legs. The cool air from the overworked air conditioner caressed her hot snatch and made her shiver a little. She tried to push away from Hank and found herself sitting heavily on the bed next to the fucking couple.
All she could hear was the harsh panting of the pair, the sound of a rock-hard cock driving mercilessly into softly yielding pussy. Her own cunt was overflowing with love juices at the sight of them screwing their brains out, yet she didn't want to join them. She wanted to run, to protect her virginity.
The liquor in her bloodstream kept her firmly seated on the bed. Her legs had turned to rubber, and her insides were quivering like jello on a plate.
"It'll be great, Lynn," Hank's voice come to her in the dark. "I know it will!"
She tried to focus her eyes, and all she saw was his long, hard cock dancing around five inches from her lips. She didn't know what to do, so she reached out and grabbed his dick. He let out an agonized yelp as she pulled it toward her, mouth.
"Don't do that!" he protested. "You sucked me off this afternoon. I want to really fuck you tonight. I want to feel that pussy of yours surrounding my hot cock!"
His hands forced her flat onto the bed. Her legs remained over the side of the bed, her feet flat on the floor. Somehow, this made her pussy lips part obscenely wide, presenting a perfect target for the aroused youth's cock. She felt his prick slithering up the insides of her thighs, aiming directly for her pussy.
"NO!"
The-bed was shaking and trembling under her. She knew it came from the rhythmical fucking of the other two. Nothing could disturb them. The girl felt lost and helpless in that instant. She saw exactly what was going to happen to her.
The man's prick drove hard into the girl's cunt hole. The sucking pussy seemed to devour the prick before spitting it out again. The man's hands had crept under the girl's ass and lifted her off the bed with each inward thrust. Lynn imagined that she could see one of his fingers actually seeking and finding the tightly puckered ring of the fucked girl's anus.
That finger dived deep into the girl's asshole. She knew it wiggled every time the man's prick fucked hard and fast into the juicy twat.
"Hank, please" she pleaded. "I'm drunk. You're not going to fuck a girl who's had too much to drink!"
"Hell, why not?" he answered, his words slurring slightly, showing how far out of it he actually was. "If you don't want to put out sober, why the hell shouldn't I fuck you when you're drunk?"
She couldn't argue with his logic. From the male standpoint, it was perfect. She felt her control of the situation sliding away. She wasn't about to lose her virginity through some sort of a goof on her part! Lynn tried to cross her legs and fight him off, but couldn't. He was pressing heavily down into her, his cock seeking out the humid berth of her cunt.
"Don't fight it, Lynn honey," he said. "I'm gonna love the feel of that blonde pussy all around my cock, as much as you're gonna love the feel of my pecker fucking you!"
She tried to escape him by rolling backwards. Instantly, the blonde discovered this wasn't the way to get away from Hank. She felt her pussy mound pressing even harder into his crotch. His virile, throbbing prick slid along her well-oiled gash and almost entered her cunt hole. For a moment, a thrill of desire blasted into her body. It almost blotted out her need to keep him away from her.
Then she recovered. As good as his prick felt slipping back and forth along her cunt lips, she knew she needed to save that cherry for the future. When she gave it up, it would be for a good cause. She wasn't doing anything stupid, like saving it for her marriage, night, but she wanted to barter it for the most power possible.
She was a prick teaser, sure, but she enjoyed the power she got out of it. That made it all right.
"Lynn! Lie still. Let me get it in, for Christ's sake!" Hank pleaded. "I just want to give us both a hell of a good time."
She struggled, her knees lifting up to try and push Hank away. As she did so, her cunt lips opened enough for him to rind her pussy. His prick drove into her twat and bounced off her hymen.
A thrill of pain lanced into the young girl's belly. She was positive he had popped her cherry. Then she felt his cock pressing into the rubbery sheet that stretched across the inside of her cunt. He hadn't broken her cherry. He had only stretched it a little.
"God, oh God, don't do this!" she pleaded.
Her pussy tensed and clamped down hard on the hidden prick as her emotions ran wild. She felt the thick head of Hank's cock throbbing and dancing with lust. Then it began to deflate, as if he had already come.
"Jesus Christ!" bellowed Hank. "You're a goddamn virgin! Your cherry's still intact!"
She took the opportunity to shove the surprised youth backwards into the darkness. Lynn fled, leaving the startled couple, still fucking on the bed, and Hank, thrashing around and trying to get to his feet.