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The AΠΓ Sorority House

Chapter 7: The Alumnae BBQ Auction

“Where the hell have you been!?” Mina called to me as I neared the bonfire.

Darkness had fallen completely over the AΠΓ Sorority Alumnae BBQ while I had been inside. Groups of women were surrounding the tremendous blaze in every direction, drinks in hand. The night had remained warm, which meant that most were still only wearing the swimsuits they had been in all day. The reflection of the yellow and red flames danced off their sweaty, sticky bodies in the most delightful way.

“I bet Missy was giving him a nice preview of what he’d be getting later this summer! Wasn’t she?” Angela teased.

“She never was a patient one,” Leanne chuckled. It dawned on me that they were probably all pretty familiar to each other, both from their days in school and from all of the alumnae events in the years since.

“Yeah, she was certainly eager,” I said without giving too much away.

“Why don’t you grab a drink and join us,” Leanne suggested.

“We were going to play a some beer pong. Want to join? You think you take a bunch of old ladies?” Mina taunted as I pulled a fresh beer from a nearby cooler.

I realized the table and cups had been set up behind them, visible in the dark only by the light of the bonfire. “You’re on, but I get a partner at least, right?”

“Fine, you pick,” she agreed grumpily.

“Well, I choose you,” I replied, a teasing grin spreading on my face.

“Ugh. Well we better not lose,” she snapped back with a roll of her eyes. “We’re going to take you down, losers,” she jeered at Angela and Leanne as I started to fill the cups with beer.

“So, Jack, how have the ladies of the house been treating you during your first week? What sort of things have you gotten up to?” Mina asked coyly while I went about my business.

“It’s been amazing so far. They’ve all been really good to me, for the most part.” I took a sip of the remaining beer left after I poured our cups.

“Have they done a good job of keeping your dick wet?” she asked simply, as if asking me about the weather. I nearly spit out my drink.

“Oh. Umm. Yeah. Yeah, I guess they have,” I sputtered, taken aback by her question.

“Good. Good. I heard they had a tough time handling you at the Lipstick Derby this year. Usually it just ends in a tie when several of the ladies can just easily take it all, but of course it’s based on the size our live-in. You must really be packing.” Despite the darkness, I was standing close enough to her that I could see her meaningfully glance down towards my crotch. The speedo didn’t hide much so I was sure she already had a pretty good idea of what I was working with.

“You’ll just have to wait and see,” I teased.

“So what are the stakes?” Angela asked from the other end of the table. “We can’t just play for fun!”

“How about every time one team makes a cup, someone from the other team has to take off a piece of clothing?” I suggested, excited about the prospect of seeing these three gorgeous women naked.

“No, that’s stupid,” Leanne said. “We’re already barely wearing any clothes. We’d all be naked before we’re halfway through the round.”

“Oh. Yeah. Duh,” I said sheepishly, embarrassed at my poor judgment.

“Better stakes — the losing team has to do whatever the winning team wants for an hour after the round,” Angela proposed.

“Oh, hell yeah. You two are so done! Only ten cups stand between us and getting boss you around; shouldn’t be a problem,” Mina taunted. “Remind me how this usually starts, Jack.”

“Teams go ‘eye to eye’ to see who goes first,” I answered without even having to think about it.

“That’s right. Ok Angela, eye to eye,” Mina said, holding up the ping pong ball and staring into Angela’s eyes.

To my surprise, the shots of both women expertly arced towards the triangle of cups, now filled with beer, and dropped into the center cup on each respective side. I had figured that they might be a bit out of practice, but perhaps I was wrong.

I grabbed the ping pong ball and stepped up to the table, my gaze meeting Leanne’s. Without being able to actually look at my target, the shot was difficult, but I had a lot of practice over the last couple years. My shot easily fell into the closest cup while Leanne’s went wide.

“Let’s go, Jack! Fuck yeah!” Mina shouted competitively, giving me a high five. She seemed quite keen on winning.

Angela bounced the balls back to us and we both made our attempts. I made mine, but Mina missed. I was admittedly rather proud to be showing off for the ladies, even if only in a stupid game.

As Leanne drank the first cup of beer and Angela took her shot (it missed), Mina softly asked me, “So how many of these lovely ladies have you fucked so far?”

This time, I was more ready for her questions, but it was still a bit jarring for this older woman to be so brazenly asking about my sexual history.

I thought for a second, trying to count up my opportunities. “Six or seven, I think.”

“Very nice. You must have a lot to offer if you’re getting so much action.”

“I’ll let you be the decider of that a little later,” I teased, matching her flirtatious energy.

“Oh, you’re a naughty boy,” she replied with a smile, her hand casually finding my ass and giving it a squeeze in the dark.

Leanne had made her first shot so I grabbed the cup and chugged. One thing that I loved about the AΠΓ house was that they always kept things high quality, including the beer, which was rather strong. It wasn’t the normal trash my friends would normally use for something like this.

As the match progressed, Mina and I continued flirting while Angela and Leanne conspiratorially whispered to one another. The score remained fairly even. We’d make a cup, and they’d answer. Then they’d both make theirs, get their balls back, and make another. It went back and forth until we each had one cup left.

Leanne drained her shot, her ball landing in the middle of the their final cup, and started cheering.

“Wait a minute. As long as Angela misses, we get a chance at rebuttal,” I challenged.

“No chance she makes it! She’s only made two out of the other nine!” Mina ribbed.

Unfortunately for us, Angela’s shot hit the rim of the cup and dropped right in with Leanne’s. The game was over.

“Fuck!” Mina groaned with frustration as Leanne and Angela jumped around in celebration. Considering the buzz that I was feeling from the alcohol, I could only assume that the exuberant hoots were amplified by their mild inebriation.

“Fuck,” I spat, in genuine disbelief that they won. “What do you think they’ll have us do?” I asked Mina who looked like she might have been running hotter than the bonfire.

“Knowing them, you’re in for a treat and I’m in for some punishment,” Mina said.

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Once Leanne and Angela had finally calmed down, they insisted that we all march up to my penthouse room. They seemed to have a plan in mind for what we would be doing under their control.

“Mina, you will be remain seated on that chair in the corner. If you behave, we may allow you to participate later. Your clothes must remain on, and you are not to touch yourself,” Leanne instructed. She apparently enjoyed the authoritarian role.

“Fuck. This is my worst nightmare,” Mina said, plopping down into the comfortable seat, a massive frown etched across her face.

“And for you, Jack, you’ll be eating a little of Leanne’s dessert. Her husband has not been keeping up with his spousal duties and she is long-overdue for some tender love and care. Leaving me to explore as I see fit,” Angela said with a smug grin.

Leanne joyfully jumped up on the edge of the bed and had her one-piece swimsuit off before I even fully understood what was going on. Her legs split open to reveal a very pretty, entirely hairless pussy with thick black lips and a little pink peaking through her folds. It shined with wetness as she grabbed her knees and pulled her legs up and away from her body.

Not one to waist a moment, I stood near the bed, bent at the hips, and brought my mouth to her dripping vulva.

“Mhmmmmm,” she purred as I gently sucked on her labia. I could taste a slight saltiness, the sweat of the day adding flavor to her soggy slit. I slid my tongue in between her lips and darted into her vagina.

“Yes, eat that married pussy,” I heard Mina call out from her spot.

Suddenly I felt extra tension on the material of my speedo, which had already strained to its limit with my cock at full mast. I looked down to find that Angela had slid in between my legs, and was tugging on the waistband of the speedo, no easy feat in its stretched out form. Yet, she succeeded. “Mmhm. I can’t wait to have some fun with this,” she commented as the swimsuit hit the floor.

I returned my attention to Leanne’s neglected pussy. My tongue found her clit as I kissed around it gently. “Yes, yes, yesssss,” she groaned.

Meanwhile, Angela had begun exploring my cock with her own lips and tongue. It all felt wonderful.

I slipped a finger into Leanne’s pussy, only increasing the volume of her moans. “God, you’ve already got me so close,” she panted. “That’s how you know it’s been far too fucking long.”

I kept my tempo as I rubbed my digits inside of her and swirled my tongue around her clit, careful not to disrupt her pleasurable flow. It was difficult to maintain focus when Angela eagerly took me into her mouth and aggressively started sucking, but I did my best.

“Oh my god!” Leanne yelped. Even though it had only been a couple of minutes, she was already coming. Her hands gripped the back of my head, pulling me deeper into her. “Oh my god!” she cried again. “Oh my god! Oh my god! OH MY GODDDDDD!”

Her hips thrust up into the air, taking my face along for the ride. In doing so, she pulled me further onto the bed, which meant Angela’s face was pinned against the mattress with my cock down her throat. But I heard no sounds of complaint.

Leanne’s climax ripped through her. Her hand still pressing my face into her pussy as it pulsed with the waves of her orgasm. The walls of her vagina expanded and contracted around my fingers. Her moans reverberated off the walls of my room; I was sure that the BBQ guests would be able to hear her out the open window.

Finally, after what had to be two full minutes of writhing and moaning, she released me from her grasp. ”Wow. That was … a lot. I’m sorry,” she gasped as tried to catch her breath.

I was finally able to retrieve my fingers from inside her and thus relieve Angela from her blowjob prison against the side of the bed. “Nothing to apologize for,” I consoled. “It sounds like you really needed it.”

“That I did. That I did,” Leanne said dreamily, crawling up to the top of the bed and dropping her head back onto my pillow, total relaxation enveloping her.

“Now it’s my turn,” Angela demanded, peeling her skimpy pink thong off quickly. Somewhere along the way she had already lost the top half of her swimsuit, exposing large round jugs—I briefly wondered if they were medically enhanced. Her body was a true sight to behold. Despite age doing it’s best to affect her beauty, she maintained an extraordinarily fit figure that matched her beautiful face and blonde hair. “I need that cock in me right now. We can skip the formalities.”

She rolled into the spot that Leanne had just been occupying and assumed the same position: Ass on the edge of the bed and legs pulled up and out from her sides, her pussy wonderfully on display. Like Leanne, she appeared to already be quite moist. Above her clit, she kept her pubic hair in a sexy little blonde landing strip. I admired her for a moment before she ordered, “Fuck me, Jack.”

I dropped my dick on top of her lower abdomen before using her juices to slicken it up. I pressed the head against her slit as I looked up at her. She nodded with a hungry grin on her face. I pushed inside of her, already eliciting a moan. “Oh, Jack. Yes.”

Her eyes closed as I continued pushing my length into her warm, slippery hole. She gripped the bedsheets as she groaned, “Mhmmmmmmm. Goddd.”

Finally, I felt her pussy lips grip around the base of my cock as I bottomed out in her. “Fuck, Jack. You’re really big. But you feel amazing!”

“So do you!” I replied. I had heard that older women might have looser or drier pussies, but Angela’s was every bit as enjoyable as any I’d ever been inside.

“Now I need you to give it me. It’s been so long since I’ve had a proper fucking. I need it,” she pleaded, her appetite only growing more visceral.

I gave her what she wanted. I pulled out and then plunged back in. “Oh! Yes!” she yipped as I slammed my cock into the depths of her vagina. “Just like that,” she gasped breathily.

I grabbed around her thighs, lifted her off the bed slightly, and plowed back into her. Over and over and over again, each time resulting in some audible sign of her pleasure.

“Fuck, yes, Jack. You hear this, Mina? You could have been enjoying this if you had played better. And I’m sure it feels even more wonderful than it looks or sounds,” Angela taunted. It was certainly a turn-on to hear her brag about what I was doing to her. I glanced over at Mina to see her nearly snarling in frustration as she watched powerlessly.

I continued slamming myself into Angela for several more minutes until she spoke up. “I want to ride you, Jack. Lie down on the bed.”

I followed her direction as I dropped down onto the mattress beside her. Without skipping a beat, she flipped her leg up and over my hips and grabbed the base of my shaft again, lining me up with her.

She pushed her weight down onto me, impaling herself on my throbbing cock. “Oh fuuuuck,” I groaned as she pushed her ass against my hips. “That feels so good!” she said with a shiver, lifting herself back up, and plummeting back down with all her might.

As she gained a rhythm, I couldn’t help but start to lift myself up to meet her, our forcefully meeting creating a satisfying thwap with each repetition. I couldn’t quite explain it, but something about the way that she was moving her hips felt unlike anything I had ever felt before. I guess it paid to be with an experienced woman.

“Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck!” she growled. “Fuck my pussy, Jack. Fuck my pussy!” With the encouragement, I redoubled my efforts to piston up inside of her, my balls now swinging wildly as they crashed up against her ass on every stroke.

“DON’T STOP! FUCK! FUCK! FUCKKKKKK!” Angela screamed as her orgasm erupted within her. But I did not let up. I continued to hammer away as she rode the waves of her pleasure, her vagina pulsating happily around my cock.

“Okay. Okay. Okayyy,” she gasped, signaling for me to slow down. “God, I miss the energy of young cock,” she sighed, rolling off of me and onto the bed as she basked in the aftershocks of her climax. “Leanne, you want a turn? He feels really fucking good.”

“Not for me. That’s the agreement with the hubs. He knows I like to have my fun, but no penetration. Unfortunately,” she replied with disappointment.

“What about me?” Mina squeaked from the chair. All three of us looked over. The woman that had appeared too cool and in control suddenly looked wrecked. Her hair was all over the place, her shorts on floor, both pieces of her red bathing suit askew. Like the toll of having to watch without participating was too much for her to bear. She appeared unwell.

“Yes. What about you,” Angela said appraisingly. “What would you like, Mina?”

“Could I … maybe … join?” She sounded desperate.

“Oh. I think in order to be released you’re going to have to be a lot more explicit than that. Tell me what you really want, Mina.” Authority emanated from Angela as she taunted her friend. To be honest, it was a little scary.

“I want Jack’s cock,” she whimpered.

“For what?” Angela continued to press.

“I want to get pounded like you got pounded. I want him to make me scream,” Mina said with slightly more confidence.

“That’s more like it. Bathing suit off. Up here on all fours,” Angela ordered, gesturing to the bed. They had fallen so easily and quickly into this dominant and submissive dynamic, it made me wonder if this was a role play that had carried out before.

I watched as Mina dropped her red bottoms and unleashed her big, light-brown tits from her top. Tan lines cut across both her breasts and her ass, making me want her even more for some reason. Her large boobs dangled as she assumed the requested position on her hands and knees.

“You know, I can’t take Jack’s dick, but I would like another tongue on my pussy,” Leanne chimed in, a smirk playing across her face as she opened her legs in front of Mina’s mouth.

I jumped on the bed and lined up behind Mina. “You ready for his fat dick?” Angela teased.

“Yes, please. Put it in me, Jack,” Mina pleaded, looking over her shoulder at me before dropping her face to Leanne’s crotch. Angela nodded at me as I rubbed my already-wet dick along her slit, moist from having to deny herself for so long.

I pushed in, making her groan into Leanne’s pussy. She briefly paused her licking, moaning, “Oh fuck yes. Fuck me, Jack.”

Her vagina was so slick that I met little resistance and could quickly pick up speed, thrusting into Mina as her ass rhythmically pushed back to meet me with each stroke. I couldn’t imagine that Leanne was getting much quality out of Mina’s tongue, but she seemed to be enjoying it nonetheless.

Then suddenly, I felt something on my balls. I looked down to see Angela had come up next to us and reached between my legs from behind to massage my sack. It felt lovely to feel Mina’s sweet pussy grabbing my dick in all the right ways while Angela pleasured me with her hands.

Meanwhile, she reached around underneath Mina from the other side and seemed to working her clit, making Mina grow even louder. She moaned into the inside of Leanne’s thigh, no longer able to care for her friend’s needs. In turn, Leanne had taken over her own handiwork, too caught up in it all to complain about Mina’s inattentiveness.

On the whole, we were working up quite a cacophony as we all expressed the sounds of our sexual satisfaction. The only question left was who would be the first to come. With Angela’s tantalizing touch, I certainly knew my own climax was on its way as I continued hammering away. But it was Mina who began howling uncontrollably.

“HOLY! … FUCK! … ANGELA! … JACK!” Each word violently escaping out of her like a gun shot, staccato and highly pressurized. “OH! OH! UNGGGGhhaaaaa!” she screamed as her orgasm finally granted the release that she had so desperately sought. Her ass and legs vibrated around my cock as I continued thrusting into her; Angela was similarly refusing to give up her work on Mina’s clit.

I wanted this to last forever, but before the ripples of Mina’s orgasm had even considered subsiding, I called out, “FUCK! I’m gonna come!”

“On my face, baby boy,” Angela said. With her ambidextrous attention to my balls and Mina’s pleasure button, her face had been positioned right beside Mina’s ass.

Before losing myself in Mina’s pussy entirely, I pulled out. Angela quickly moved her hand from my balls to my shaft and pumped like her life dependent on it, my cock pointed directly between her eyebrows.

“Unload on me, Jack. I want to wear your cum,” she requested.

“FUUUUUCK!” I groaned, really giving into the theatrics of the moment, and I began blasting my white hot seed all across Angela’s face. It covered her forehead, her nose, her cheeks, her chin. It felt like my cock had become the center of a supernova of sensitivity, exploding from within me and stretching out to every fiber of my being. “Ughhhhhh,” I moaned as she extracted my cum as comprehensively as she could, using some sort of new technique that I couldn’t describe.

My climax was so intense I only vaguely heard Leanne having an orgasm of her own. Mina had collapsed onto her inner thigh, reduced to providing moral support as she crumpled into the bed, stupefied by her pleasure.

“Holy fuck,” I gasped as I looked down at Angela’s cum-covered face. “You look beautiful,” I said, only realizing afterward it might not be the most flattering of comments.

“Why thank you,” she replied with a smile. “This is my favorite shade of make-up, actually,” she joked. “But I better go get it out of my hair before it clumps.”

She hopped up cheerfully and traipsed over to the bathroom. I enjoyed watching her ass jiggle as she walked away. I dreamily fell into the bed next to the other two women who were finally starting to rebound in the wake of their climaxes.

“What do you think, Mina? Does he measure up to our Jack?” Leanne asked. It took me a moment before I remembered that they had talked about the live-in when they were undergrad residents in the house. Their live-in was also named Jack.

“Oh I definitely think so. Our Jack had a nice cock, but I don’t think he knew how to use it like this young man. And by the looks of it, he’s also much more skilled with his tongue,” Mina replied.

“Most certainly,” Leanne agreed.

“Yeah, I’d fuck this Jack over ours every day of the week,” Angela chimed in, having returned from washing up. My cum had disappeared from her lovely face and it appeared that she successfully removed it from her hair as well.

“I’d guess he’s probably got a pretty good chance at the Live-In Games this week, don’t you?” Mina asked her friends.

“The other guys don’t have a chance!” Angela concurred as Leanne nodded in approval.

“What are the Live-In Games?” I asked, feeling like it was probably something I should be aware of.

“They haven’t told you about the Games yet?! Don’t they start on Monday?!” Leanne said in surprise. I shook my head—this was the first I was hearing of it.

“Well, all six of the sororities each have a Live-In this summer,” Mina said. I nodded, but only because I thought that I should know that. In fact, I had never even considered that other sororities might have some version of me. Though I’d guess they were probably less desperate for a roof over their heads when they applied for the position.

Mina went on: “The first week of summer, between when finals end and the summer term begins, all the sororities and live-ins compete in the Panhellenic Games, but we used to just call it the Live-In Games. There are points awarded for each event and the live-in with the most points at the end of the week wins a giant sum of money for the sorority that comes from a mystery donor. It’s tons of fun and a great chance for the sorority to get ahead financially for the upcoming school year.”

I started to picture trying to face off in decathlon style events with other dudes. I wondered how I might fare. I was pretty athletic and did work out every day, but I could only imagine that there were far more athletic men that might have been chosen by the other sororities.

“Yeah, with that dick, I’m thinking it might be our year!” Angela said excitedly. That comment broke me out of my musings as I could not comprehend how my penis could allow for greater athletic success.

“Wait. What?” I asked in bewilderment. “Is it not just like track and field events or something?”

All three of the women started cracking up, laughing at my earnest question. Clearly I had misunderstood something in a big way.

“No, silly,” Mina said with an eye roll. “It’s generally activities that include some sort of demonstration of your virility and sexual prowess with a little bit of wit, charm, and guile thrown in. You’ll do great!” she added encouragingly.

“I have no doubt,” Leanne said. “We’ll look forward to finding out the results.”

“Hear! Hear! I miss those shots from earlier,” Mina added. “I wish we had something to cheers with.”

“Well, if we head back down we can grab another round,” I suggested.

“I think I should probably get heading home, actually,” Leanne commented. “It’s getting late.”

“Oh wow! Yeah, me too!” Angela said, looking down at the time on her phone as she collected her clothes.

Mina looked at me meaningfully while the other women re-dressed. “Well I’m game. If you’re up for it, we could bring our refills right back up here, Jack. I think I need another round of that dick before it gets wasted on all these inexperienced sorority girls. I wouldn’t mind waking up in this bed again tomorrow morning for old time’s sake,” she said, a devilish grin spreading across her dark, freckled face.

The AΠΓ Sorority House

Chapter 6: The Taming of the Shrew

The rest of my first week passed in the AΠΓ with great fun, even amidst the stresses of the last few finals. Danni continued to tease me and give me a hard time, but her sharpness had dulled and turned into playful banter. I had yet to take her (or Nikki) up on our free use deal, but I enjoyed just having her acting nicer to me.

During the evenings, my 9pm duties had varied. At times, it was laborious, but I was always rewarded for my efforts: One night, I had been called upon to give massages to three of the sorority sisters. They repaid the favor by giving me a three-way blow job. One night, I was asked to help tutor a member that was struggling to prepare for a final; once she had a full understanding of the kinematic equations, she practiced by determining the initial velocity of my cum at the end of a hand job. I was enjoying myself.

By the time Friday came, I had gotten to know most of the residents fairly well and was on my way to becoming more familiar with other members of the sorority that didn’t live in the house. I looked forward to my times with the sorority and appreciated sitting around the tables with them during meals.

“Excited for the BBQ tomorrow?” Stephanie asked me at dinner on Friday evening.

“Wait, what BBQ?” I asked, genuinely surprised. Not that I had any plans for the weekend yet.

“Whoops. I guess I didn’t tell you about the alumnae BBQ tomorrow?” she replied with a chuckle. I shook my head. “Well, the first weekend of summer, the alumnae come back to the house and celebrate the end of finals with us. We all are outside enjoying the pool during the day and then drink into the night with a big bonfire. It’s always a fun time and our older members seem to enjoy getting to come back and re-live the glory days. Just the de-stressor we all need at the end of the semester!”

“Sounds like fun!” I agreed.

“It’s also a little bit of a fundraiser. That’s where you come in,” she said, her sly grin widening.

“Go ahead. Lay it on me,” I replied wondering how in the world I could help with a fundraiser.

“Well, in addition to each of the ladies donating to be at the event, there is an auction.”

“Do you need me to emcee or something?”

“Oh no. Not that. Maria’s got that covered.”

“So what does it have to do with me then?”

“Well, you’re the one getting auctioned. We usually put the live-in up for bidding.”

“What do you mean? Like they get to buy … me?”

“Sorta. We usually ship you off to the highest bidder’s house for a week later in the summer. Sometimes its to an older alum that just needs some help around their house and could use a strong young man to assist. Other times, the live-ins say their week away looks quite similar to their time here at the house.” She gave me a meaningful look and it finally dawned on me.

“Ohhhh. Like, providing … sexual services?”

“Jack! Don’t be so crass!” she rebuked. “But … sometimes. Essentially. We wouldn’t make you do anything you don’t want to do, but it does usually help us with our expenses quite a bit and half of it goes to a local women’s shelter.”

“Yeah, I’m game for anything.” I tried to hide my excitement. I had always been interested in the idea of being with older women, but had never had the opportunity to explore in that sort of way. I hoped that whoever bid on my time would be looking for a more erotic labor than manual.

“Great! That’s a big relief!”

“Wonderful. But there’s one more thing…” I could see the anxiety return to her face.

“Just spit it out,” I encouraged.

“We’d like you to wear a speedo.”

“But I don’t own a speedo,” I replied, taken aback.

“We thought that might be the case and have taken the liberty of purchasing one for you. I know I’ve got it somewhere.” She reached into her bag under the table and pulled out a red garment that could only be described as minuscule.

“You want me to wear that?!” I exclaimed in shock.

“Yes, please.” It was a command like the other house rules, not an optional request.

I took it from her and held it up, trying to imagine how I could possibly fit inside. I sighed in acceptance. “Alright. I’ll wear it.”

“Wonderful! The festivities start at 2pm!”

“I’ll be ready.”

“Also, I don’t think I mentioned this—any rule regarding your relations with house residents also applies to our alumnae,” she said with a devilish smile. “They often like to … indulge while they’re here. If you’re willing.” She winked at me as she grabbed her empty plate and left the dinner table.
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By the time 2pm came around the next day, coolers were full of drinks throughout the house and grounds, the pool was in pristine condition, music was bumping, the sun was shining brightly, and throngs of gorgeous women were chatting, giggling, and generally having a wonderful time. Sisters of all ages filled the property, and the skimpy bikinis that many of them wore left very little to the imagination. As had been true many times during the past week, I felt as though I had died and gone to heaven.

However, I felt impelled to divert my eyes to prevent any inappropriate bulging in the tiny red speedo I had been given. Somehow, it seemed … transparent. To start with, I had to work quite hard to fit myself inside it, and then the material left nothing whatsoever to the imagination. I accepted the reality of my plight and decided to just own it. After all, I had nothing to be ashamed about.

I enjoyed fetching drinks and helping to serve as host, which was a bit ironic considering the short stint I had actually lived in the house.

“Anything I can get you ladies to drink?” I asked, approaching a group of women that had gathered several of the pool loungers together. They appeared to be in their late 40s, but had clearly continued to prioritize fitness and appearance.

“My, my, my,” one of them said as she looked me up and down. She wore a red bikini top that her tits were spilling out of and shorts that were unbuttoned to reveal the red bottoms below. “I’ll have to give Stephanie some credit—looks like she picked a good one this year.” She giggled as she meaningfully glanced at the others from behind her sunglasses.

“She did indeed!” another one responded. She was laying out on her stomach, her bubblegum pink thong bikini exposing beautifully tanned taut ass cheeks. I felt myself starting to salivate in the most inappropriate way.

“So what’s your name?” the third one asked, being the first to actually speak to me.

“I’m Jack. What are yours?”

For some reason, this caused the ladies to fall into a new fit of giggles. “I’m Leanne,” the third one said. She wore a black one-piece suit over her dark skin, and although her boobs were on the small end, I could tell that her ass was quite generous. I couldn’t help but notice that she was the only one wearing a wedding ring. “And this is Mina and Angela,” she gestured to the others.

“Nice to meet you all,” I said. “Any drinks?” I reiterated.

“I think I’d like to drink you in,” the first one, Mina, said to me with a smirk.

Angela slapped her in the arm. “Mina! Take it easy!”

“Oh, c’mon. If he’s anything like our Jack, this year’s girls are certainly a lucky bunch. And by the looks of that speedo, I’d say they’re probably pretty comparable,” Mina replied.

Leanne explained to me, “The summer between our junior and senior year, the live-in’s name was also Jack. We … got along well with him, you could say.” All three fell into fits of laughter again.

“Yeah, we got along very well with him and his massive tool!” Mina said explicitly.

Angela turned a little red as she chuckled, but didn’t rebuff her friend. “Can’t deny it!”

“To answer your question, if you can rustle up a bottle of tequila, I think all three of us would love to do some shots with you, Jack. If you’re up for it,” Mina directed towards me.

“He’s going to think we’re just trying to get him drunk to have our way with him, Mina!” Leanne chided. “Jack, you don’t have to do shots with us if you don’t want to.”

“Oh, I’m certainly game,” I said, scurrying off to find the alcohol and some shot glasses as more laughter echoed behind me.

A few minutes later I arrived with a tray of plastic shot glasses, a handful of limes, some salt, and a bottle of Patron I had nicked from a cooler.

“He’s got good taste, too!” Angela said, grabbing the tequila from my arms and lifting it skyward.

“Hell yeah! Let’s go!” Mina agreed, taking the cups from my hand and lining them up on a little side table.

The tequila was poured and passed around along with a lick of salt and slices of lime. “To the glory days!” Leanne said, raising her little cup. The rest of us raised our own to cheers and downed the alcohol before chasing it with the salt and lime.

“A little too strong for the young lad?” Mina chuckled, noticing my face scrunching at the taste, despite my best efforts.

“No, no. I can handle it just fine,” I replied obstinately.

“Then prove it. Have another one with us,” Angela teased with a smug grin.

“Deal,” I snapped back.

Mina poured another round and we raised our cups again. I threw mine back, this time a bit more successful at avoiding a reaction to the sharp taste.

“Maybe he can handle his liquor,” Leanne commented as she raised her eyebrows at the other women.

“Perhaps. The real test will be to see what sort of shape he’s in by the end of the evening,” Angela responded.

“Indeed! We’ll have to catch up with him later.” Mina had a devilish smile across her face as raised her eyebrows at me.

“Is that a promise?” I asked with an equally playful tone, noticing the sensation of my cock thickening with arousal.

“You bet,” she sniped back, her grin wide now as she glanced down at the red speedo barely containing me.

“Yes, we should let him continue making his rounds and we can see where he’s at later this evening,” Angela chimed in.

“Who knows. One of us might even place a bid at the auction,” Mina added as they sent me off.

——————

I took my leave and continued to make my rounds. Mina, Angela, and Leanne were not the last ones to convince me to drink with them and I felt like a bit of a celebrity. I was in paradise surrounded by the most beautiful women I had ever seen ranging from my age up to ones that were certainly grandmothers. Yet, they all seemed to have stuck to the sorority’s core values of being healthy mentally and physically. It was a sight to behold.

I enjoyed both the subtle and the not-to-subtle flirting from everyone I met. As the alcohol continued to flow, some even got a bit handsy, slapping my butt, pinching a cheek, and a couple even grabbed my dick through my swimsuit. I was certainly not complaining, although I made sure to keep my own hands to myself.

As the sun set after dinner, Maria, the sorority’s activities chair, approached me. “Ready for the auction?! You’ve been doing a great job of getting around to meet everyone. I think you’ll fetch a high bid!”

“Honestly, I hadn’t even been thinking of shmoozing in order to help with the auction. I just kept getting passed around.” I chuckled at the idea as she grabbed my hand and pulled me up towards the steps that were serving as the makeshift stage where the DJ had set up.

Maria took the microphone and made her announcements. She thanked everyone for coming, gave a speech on the value of continuing sororal bonds across the generations of alumnae and current students, and invited anybody interested in participating in the Live-In auction to come closer to the steps.

I was surprised at the number of women that gathered close as Maria announced the terms: “For those yet to make his acquaintance, this is Jack, our live-in for this year. In the short week that he has been with us, he has proven himself to be kind, intelligent, thoughtful, and a skilled lover—just ask many of our current residents. You are bidding on him to stay with you for one week in June or July when he will be ready to attend to whatever needs you may have outside of his class schedule.”

It felt unusual to be brought before this crowd like I was property, but as I looked out, I couldn’t help but smile at the idea of getting to spend time with any of the lovely ladies before me.

“Shall we start the bidding at one thousand dollars?” Maria asked. I nearly spit out my drink. One thousand dollars!? Who in their right mind would pay that much for my company and services?

Nearly every hand in the crowd shot up. I remembered a few comments earlier in the day about the financial success of many of our alum, so maybe it wasn’t much money to them, but I was blown away.

“Fifteen hundred?” Maria called. More than a dozen hands remained raised.

“Two thousand?” A few arms dropped, but not many.

The bidding continued until it came down to Mina and another woman that I had only briefly met earlier in the night, although I couldn’t remember her name.

“Four thousand!” Mina called. Fire in her eyes made me believe she wouldn’t stop until she got what she wanted.

“Forty-two fifty!” the other woman shouted.

“Forty-five!” Mina rejoined.

“Forty-six!”

“Forty-seven!”

“Five thousand dollars!” the unknown woman exclaimed.

Although she looked torn, it seemed that Mina’s limit had been exceeded, even with Leanne and Angela continuing to egg her on. After a moment, she shook her head and dropped her gaze.

“Going! Going! Gone!” Maria called out. “Five thousand dollars to Ms. Melissa Sands! Come claim your prize.

I glanced back at Mina to see her crestfallen before I shifted my gaze to my bidder as I descended the stairs.

“My prize!” she said excitedly as we met. She gave me a tight hug and her hand slid down from my back to give my ass a squeeze. If I had to guess, I’d bet that Melissa was in her early forties. Her long brunette hair cascaded down to the middle of her back. She had a petite figure and wore a loose cover-up over her bathing suit, so it was hard to tell what she might be hiding underneath. “Mind if we go figure out some of the details? Maybe we could go find my old room?” she asked, a mischievous look on her face.

“Oh. Yeah, sure,” I agreed, a bit surprised. She pulled me by the hand towards the house. Although it must have been ages since she lived there, she clearly still remembered her way around. She led us up the stairs and down the hall, finally grabbing the doorknob of what I believed to be Lexi’s room currently.

She pushed inside and said, “I don’t think she’ll mind if we use it for a little bit.” Locking the door behind us, she turned towards me. “Let’s have a seat, Jack. I’m sure you’re wondering what I’m looking for.”

“Yeah, actually. I haven’t really been sure what to expect with all this.”

“I’m sure. I’m sure,” she replied warmly. “Well, my husband will be out of town most of the last week of June. Considering his sexual … difficulties, he has agreed to allow me a hall pass that week, and will pay for whatever I need to make that happen. We are fortunate to be rather financially comfortable.”

“I see,” I replied tentatively.

“What he may not be expecting is for me to pay for a young virile bull to come satisfy my urges while he is away. But that is what I have chosen to do. Are you agreeable to that plan?”

Finally understanding where this was going, I began getting excited. “Oh, absolutely! That sounds wonderful Ms. Sands.”

“Please call me Melissa. No need for such formality.” I nodded appreciatively. “I am wondering, while we’re here, might I have a little sneak peak at my prize? I’m sure my husband would want me to make sure I made a good investment,” she asked, glancing down meaningfully at my crotch.

“Of course,” I replied eagerly, standing up as I felt myself start to harden.

Before I really even processed what was happening, Melissa’s hands were on the waistband of my straining speedo.

“I see they’re keeping everything to the traditional standards. Nice and hairless!” she commented as the top of the material reached the base of my cock, the shaft still hidden from view.

She began to wiggle the suit down over my butt, slowly revealing more and more of my member. Her eyes widened as she tugged, until finally my half-hard dick sprung free from containment. God, it was such a relief!

“Oh my word!” she gasped in shock before a smile spread across her face. “They certainly did not make them like this back in my day! Yes, this will do just fine!” The speedo hit the floor as she wrapped her fingers around, not quite able to encircle me. We both watched as I grew harder with each passing heartbeat, blood rushing to fill the organ.

“I’m going to have to prepare myself for your visit. You’ll ruin me!” she exclaimed excitedly. “Mind if I take a little taste?”

“By all means.”

As I stood in front of her, she pointed my tip at her face and leaned forward on the bed. She kissed my head first, then down one side and up the other. Slowly, her tongue began to explore, tasting me all over. The light pressure felt wonderful as she started pumping her hands up and down along my length.

Finally, she took me into her mouth. Even with her red lips spread as wide as they could go, I barely fit. Although she could only take a little more than an inch of me, her tongue danced and glided around my head to her best ability.

“Mhmmm,” I groaned, placing my hands on the back of her head. Almost as if by instinct, she slid off the bed entirely and down onto her knees in front of me.

Although I had certainly fantasized about older women in my life before, I had never been with a woman of this age. So far, I was loving it. And it only turned me on more to imagine the week would have together later in the summer.

She did her best to press me further into her mouth, though with little success. One hand dropped to my balls and began massaging as her tongue worked its magic, her other hand now furiously pumping up and down along my length.

“Ohhhhh,” I growled, the arousal of the day finally catching up with me as I felt my climax impending. “I’m gonna come,” I groaned in warning.

To my delight, she did not pull off, but instead tried to take even more of me. It was enough to push me over the edge and I started erupting into her tiny mouth, my load pulsing from my cock and granting me the relief that I so desired.

To her credit, she sucked it down as well as she could, even if some dribbled out the crease of her lips. There was no lack of enthusiasm. She slurped and sucked until I had no more to give and started to go soft.

“Mhmmm,” she purred. “Yes, I very much look forward to our week together soon,” she said as she pushed some of the loose cum from her chin back up to her lips.

“Me too!” I agreed fervently. “Can I return the favor?” I asked, hoping I’d get to find out what was beneath he cover-up.

She seemed caught. It appeared that she wanted to say ‘yes,’ but something was holding her back.

“Boy, do I want to,” she said slowly, standing up from her place on the floor. “But I made an agreement with my husband. I think that would be crossing the line … for now.” A sorrowful look crossed her face as she glanced down at my cock for another time.

“I respect that,” I said. “Whatever you are most comfortable with.”

“Yes. I will have to wait to truly claim my prize until you come to stay with me. But don’t worry, I’ll certainly be using you for any favors you’re willing to offer when the time comes!”

“Deal!”

“Now let’s get you back out to the party. I know some of the other ladies will be looking for you.”

The AΠΓ Sorority House

Chapter 6: The Taming of the Shrew

The rest of my first week passed in the AΠΓ with great fun, even amidst the stresses of the last few finals. Danni continued to tease me and give me a hard time, but her sharpness had dulled and turned into playful banter. I had yet to take her (or Nikki) up on our free use deal, but I enjoyed just having her acting nicer to me.

During the evenings, my 9pm duties had varied. At times, it was laborious, but I was always rewarded for my efforts: One night, I had been called upon to give massages to three of the sorority sisters. They repaid the favor by giving me a three-way blow job. One night, I was asked to help tutor a member that was struggling to prepare for a final; once she had a full understanding of the kinematic equations, she practiced by determining the initial velocity of my cum at the end of a hand job. I was enjoying myself.

By the time Friday came, I had gotten to know most of the residents fairly well and was on my way to becoming more familiar with other members of the sorority that didn’t live in the house. I looked forward to my times with the sorority and appreciated sitting around the tables with them during meals.

“Excited for the BBQ tomorrow?” Stephanie asked me at dinner on Friday evening.

“Wait, what BBQ?” I asked, genuinely surprised. Not that I had any plans for the weekend yet.

“Whoops. I guess I didn’t tell you about the alumnae BBQ tomorrow?” she replied with a chuckle. I shook my head. “Well, the first weekend of summer, the alumnae come back to the house and celebrate the end of finals with us. We all are outside enjoying the pool during the day and then drink into the night with a big bonfire. It’s always a fun time and our older members seem to enjoy getting to come back and re-live the glory days. Just the de-stressor we all need at the end of the semester!”

“Sounds like fun!” I agreed.

“It’s also a little bit of a fundraiser. That’s where you come in,” she said, her sly grin widening.

“Go ahead. Lay it on me,” I replied wondering how in the world I could help with a fundraiser.

“Well, in addition to each of the ladies donating to be at the event, there is an auction.”

“Do you need me to emcee or something?”

“Oh no. Not that. Maria’s got that covered.”

“So what does it have to do with me then?”

“Well, you’re the one getting auctioned. We usually put the live-in up for bidding.”

“What do you mean? Like they get to buy … me?”

“Sorta. We usually ship you off to the highest bidder’s house for a week later in the summer. Sometimes its to an older alum that just needs some help around their house and could use a strong young man to assist. Other times, the live-ins say their week away looks quite similar to their time here at the house.” She gave me a meaningful look and it finally dawned on me.

“Ohhhh. Like, providing … sexual services?”

“Jack! Don’t be so crass!” she rebuked. “But … sometimes. Essentially. We wouldn’t make you do anything you don’t want to do, but it does usually help us with our expenses quite a bit and half of it goes to a local women’s shelter.”

“Yeah, I’m game for anything.” I tried to hide my excitement. I had always been interested in the idea of being with older women, but had never had the opportunity to explore in that sort of way. I hoped that whoever bid on my time would be looking for a more erotic labor than manual.

“Great! That’s a big relief!”

“Wonderful. But there’s one more thing…” I could see the anxiety return to her face.

“Just spit it out,” I encouraged.

“We’d like you to wear a speedo.”

“But I don’t own a speedo,” I replied, taken aback.

“We thought that might be the case and have taken the liberty of purchasing one for you. I know I’ve got it somewhere.” She reached into her bag under the table and pulled out a red garment that could only be described as minuscule.

“You want me to wear that?!” I exclaimed in shock.

“Yes, please.” It was a command like the other house rules, not an optional request.

I took it from her and held it up, trying to imagine how I could possibly fit inside. I sighed in acceptance. “Alright. I’ll wear it.”

“Wonderful! The festivities start at 2pm!”

“I’ll be ready.”

“Also, I don’t think I mentioned this—any rule regarding your relations with house residents also applies to our alumnae,” she said with a devilish smile. “They often like to … indulge while they’re here. If you’re willing.” She winked at me as she grabbed her empty plate and left the dinner table.
——————

By the time 2pm came around the next day, coolers were full of drinks throughout the house and grounds, the pool was in pristine condition, music was bumping, the sun was shining brightly, and throngs of gorgeous women were chatting, giggling, and generally having a wonderful time. Sisters of all ages filled the property, and the skimpy bikinis that many of them wore left very little to the imagination. As had been true many times during the past week, I felt as though I had died and gone to heaven.

However, I felt impelled to divert my eyes to prevent any inappropriate bulging in the tiny red speedo I had been given. Somehow, it seemed … transparent. To start with, I had to work quite hard to fit myself inside it, and then the material left nothing whatsoever to the imagination. I accepted the reality of my plight and decided to just own it. After all, I had nothing to be ashamed about.

I enjoyed fetching drinks and helping to serve as host, which was a bit ironic considering the short stint I had actually lived in the house.

“Anything I can get you ladies to drink?” I asked, approaching a group of women that had gathered several of the pool loungers together. They appeared to be in their late 40s, but had clearly continued to prioritize fitness and appearance.

“My, my, my,” one of them said as she looked me up and down. She wore a red bikini top that her tits were spilling out of and shorts that were unbuttoned to reveal the red bottoms below. “I’ll have to give Stephanie some credit—looks like she picked a good one this year.” She giggled as she meaningfully glanced at the others from behind her sunglasses.

“She did indeed!” another one responded. She was laying out on her stomach, her bubblegum pink thong bikini exposing beautifully tanned taut ass cheeks. I felt myself starting to salivate in the most inappropriate way.

“So what’s your name?” the third one asked, being the first to actually speak to me.

“I’m Jack. What are yours?”

For some reason, this caused the ladies to fall into a new fit of giggles. “I’m Leanne,” the third one said. She wore a black one-piece suit over her dark skin, and although her boobs were on the small end, I could tell that her ass was quite generous. I couldn’t help but notice that she was the only one wearing a wedding ring. “And this is Mina and Angela,” she gestured to the others.

“Nice to meet you all,” I said. “Any drinks?” I reiterated.

“I think I’d like to drink you in,” the first one, Mina, said to me with a smirk.

Angela slapped her in the arm. “Mina! Take it easy!”

“Oh, c’mon. If he’s anything like our Jack, this year’s girls are certainly a lucky bunch. And by the looks of that speedo, I’d say they’re probably pretty comparable,” Mina replied.

Leanne explained to me, “The summer between our junior and senior year, the live-in’s name was also Jack. We … got along well with him, you could say.” All three fell into fits of laughter again.

“Yeah, we got along very well with him and his massive tool!” Mina said explicitly.

Angela turned a little red as she chuckled, but didn’t rebuff her friend. “Can’t deny it!”

“To answer your question, if you can rustle up a bottle of tequila, I think all three of us would love to do some shots with you, Jack. If you’re up for it,” Mina directed towards me.

“He’s going to think we’re just trying to get him drunk to have our way with him, Mina!” Leanne chided. “Jack, you don’t have to do shots with us if you don’t want to.”

“Oh, I’m certainly game,” I said, scurrying off to find the alcohol and some shot glasses as more laughter echoed behind me.

A few minutes later I arrived with a tray of plastic shot glasses, a handful of limes, some salt, and a bottle of Patron I had nicked from a cooler.

“He’s got good taste, too!” Angela said, grabbing the tequila from my arms and lifting it skyward.

“Hell yeah! Let’s go!” Mina agreed, taking the cups from my hand and lining them up on a little side table.

The tequila was poured and passed around along with a lick of salt and slices of lime. “To the glory days!” Leanne said, raising her little cup. The rest of us raised our own to cheers and downed the alcohol before chasing it with the salt and lime.

“A little too strong for the young lad?” Mina chuckled, noticing my face scrunching at the taste, despite my best efforts.

“No, no. I can handle it just fine,” I replied obstinately.

“Then prove it. Have another one with us,” Angela teased with a smug grin.

“Deal,” I snapped back.

Mina poured another round and we raised our cups again. I threw mine back, this time a bit more successful at avoiding a reaction to the sharp taste.

“Maybe he can handle his liquor,” Leanne commented as she raised her eyebrows at the other women.

“Perhaps. The real test will be to see what sort of shape he’s in by the end of the evening,” Angela responded.

“Indeed! We’ll have to catch up with him later.” Mina had a devilish smile across her face as raised her eyebrows at me.

“Is that a promise?” I asked with an equally playful tone, noticing the sensation of my cock thickening with arousal.

“You bet,” she sniped back, her grin wide now as she glanced down at the red speedo barely containing me.

“Yes, we should let him continue making his rounds and we can see where he’s at later this evening,” Angela chimed in.

“Who knows. One of us might even place a bid at the auction,” Mina added as they sent me off.

——————

I took my leave and continued to make my rounds. Mina, Angela, and Leanne were not the last ones to convince me to drink with them and I felt like a bit of a celebrity. I was in paradise surrounded by the most beautiful women I had ever seen ranging from my age up to ones that were certainly grandmothers. Yet, they all seemed to have stuck to the sorority’s core values of being healthy mentally and physically. It was a sight to behold.

I enjoyed both the subtle and the not-to-subtle flirting from everyone I met. As the alcohol continued to flow, some even got a bit handsy, slapping my butt, pinching a cheek, and a couple even grabbed my dick through my swimsuit. I was certainly not complaining, although I made sure to keep my own hands to myself.

As the sun set after dinner, Maria, the sorority’s activities chair, approached me. “Ready for the auction?! You’ve been doing a great job of getting around to meet everyone. I think you’ll fetch a high bid!”

“Honestly, I hadn’t even been thinking of shmoozing in order to help with the auction. I just kept getting passed around.” I chuckled at the idea as she grabbed my hand and pulled me up towards the steps that were serving as the makeshift stage where the DJ had set up.

Maria took the microphone and made her announcements. She thanked everyone for coming, gave a speech on the value of continuing sororal bonds across the generations of alumnae and current students, and invited anybody interested in participating in the Live-In auction to come closer to the steps.

I was surprised at the number of women that gathered close as Maria announced the terms: “For those yet to make his acquaintance, this is Jack, our live-in for this year. In the short week that he has been with us, he has proven himself to be kind, intelligent, thoughtful, and a skilled lover—just ask many of our current residents. You are bidding on him to stay with you for one week in June or July when he will be ready to attend to whatever needs you may have outside of his class schedule.”

It felt unusual to be brought before this crowd like I was property, but as I looked out, I couldn’t help but smile at the idea of getting to spend time with any of the lovely ladies before me.

“Shall we start the bidding at one thousand dollars?” Maria asked. I nearly spit out my drink. One thousand dollars!? Who in their right mind would pay that much for my company and services?

Nearly every hand in the crowd shot up. I remembered a few comments earlier in the day about the financial success of many of our alum, so maybe it wasn’t much money to them, but I was blown away.

“Fifteen hundred?” Maria called. More than a dozen hands remained raised.

“Two thousand?” A few arms dropped, but not many.

The bidding continued until it came down to Mina and another woman that I had only briefly met earlier in the night, although I couldn’t remember her name.

“Four thousand!” Mina called. Fire in her eyes made me believe she wouldn’t stop until she got what she wanted.

“Forty-two fifty!” the other woman shouted.

“Forty-five!” Mina rejoined.

“Forty-six!”

“Forty-seven!”

“Five thousand dollars!” the unknown woman exclaimed.

Although she looked torn, it seemed that Mina’s limit had been exceeded, even with Leanne and Angela continuing to egg her on. After a moment, she shook her head and dropped her gaze.

“Going! Going! Gone!” Maria called out. “Five thousand dollars to Ms. Melissa Sands! Come claim your prize.

I glanced back at Mina to see her crestfallen before I shifted my gaze to my bidder as I descended the stairs.

“My prize!” she said excitedly as we met. She gave me a tight hug and her hand slid down from my back to give my ass a squeeze. If I had to guess, I’d bet that Melissa was in her early forties. Her long brunette hair cascaded down to the middle of her back. She had a petite figure and wore a loose cover-up over her bathing suit, so it was hard to tell what she might be hiding underneath. “Mind if we go figure out some of the details? Maybe we could go find my old room?” she asked, a mischievous look on her face.

“Oh. Yeah, sure,” I agreed, a bit surprised. She pulled me by the hand towards the house. Although it must have been ages since she lived there, she clearly still remembered her way around. She led us up the stairs and down the hall, finally grabbing the doorknob of what I believed to be Lexi’s room currently.

She pushed inside and said, “I don’t think she’ll mind if we use it for a little bit.” Locking the door behind us, she turned towards me. “Let’s have a seat, Jack. I’m sure you’re wondering what I’m looking for.”

“Yeah, actually. I haven’t really been sure what to expect with all this.”

“I’m sure. I’m sure,” she replied warmly. “Well, my husband will be out of town most of the last week of June. Considering his sexual … difficulties, he has agreed to allow me a hall pass that week, and will pay for whatever I need to make that happen. We are fortunate to be rather financially comfortable.”

“I see,” I replied tentatively.

“What he may not be expecting is for me to pay for a young virile bull to come satisfy my urges while he is away. But that is what I have chosen to do. Are you agreeable to that plan?”

Finally understanding where this was going, I began getting excited. “Oh, absolutely! That sounds wonderful Ms. Sands.”

“Please call me Melissa. No need for such formality.” I nodded appreciatively. “I am wondering, while we’re here, might I have a little sneak peak at my prize? I’m sure my husband would want me to make sure I made a good investment,” she asked, glancing down meaningfully at my crotch.

“Of course,” I replied eagerly, standing up as I felt myself start to harden.

Before I really even processed what was happening, Melissa’s hands were on the waistband of my straining speedo.

“I see they’re keeping everything to the traditional standards. Nice and hairless!” she commented as the top of the material reached the base of my cock, the shaft still hidden from view.

She began to wiggle the suit down over my butt, slowly revealing more and more of my member. Her eyes widened as she tugged, until finally my half-hard dick sprung free from containment. God, it was such a relief!

“Oh my word!” she gasped in shock before a smile spread across her face. “They certainly did not make them like this back in my day! Yes, this will do just fine!” The speedo hit the floor as she wrapped her fingers around, not quite able to encircle me. We both watched as I grew harder with each passing heartbeat, blood rushing to fill the organ.

“I’m going to have to prepare myself for your visit. You’ll ruin me!” she exclaimed excitedly. “Mind if I take a little taste?”

“By all means.”

As I stood in front of her, she pointed my tip at her face and leaned forward on the bed. She kissed my head first, then down one side and up the other. Slowly, her tongue began to explore, tasting me all over. The light pressure felt wonderful as she started pumping her hands up and down along my length.

Finally, she took me into her mouth. Even with her red lips spread as wide as they could go, I barely fit. Although she could only take a little more than an inch of me, her tongue danced and glided around my head to her best ability.

“Mhmmm,” I groaned, placing my hands on the back of her head. Almost as if by instinct, she slid off the bed entirely and down onto her knees in front of me.

Although I had certainly fantasized about older women in my life before, I had never been with a woman of this age. So far, I was loving it. And it only turned me on more to imagine the week would have together later in the summer.

She did her best to press me further into her mouth, though with little success. One hand dropped to my balls and began massaging as her tongue worked its magic, her other hand now furiously pumping up and down along my length.

“Ohhhhh,” I growled, the arousal of the day finally catching up with me as I felt my climax impending. “I’m gonna come,” I groaned in warning.

To my delight, she did not pull off, but instead tried to take even more of me. It was enough to push me over the edge and I started erupting into her tiny mouth, my load pulsing from my cock and granting me the relief that I so desired.

To her credit, she sucked it down as well as she could, even if some dribbled out the crease of her lips. There was no lack of enthusiasm. She slurped and sucked until I had no more to give and started to go soft.

“Mhmmm,” she purred. “Yes, I very much look forward to our week together soon,” she said as she pushed some of the loose cum from her chin back up to her lips.

“Me too!” I agreed fervently. “Can I return the favor?” I asked, hoping I’d get to find out what was beneath he cover-up.

She seemed caught. It appeared that she wanted to say ‘yes,’ but something was holding her back.

“Boy, do I want to,” she said slowly, standing up from her place on the floor. “But I made an agreement with my husband. I think that would be crossing the line … for now.” A sorrowful look crossed her face as she glanced down at my cock for another time.

“I respect that,” I said. “Whatever you are most comfortable with.”

“Yes. I will have to wait to truly claim my prize until you come to stay with me. But don’t worry, I’ll certainly be using you for any favors you’re willing to offer when the time comes!”

“Deal!”

“Now let’s get you back out to the party. I know some of the other ladies will be looking for you.”

The AΠΓ Sorority House

Chapter 6: The Taming of the Shrew

The rest of my first week passed in the AΠΓ with great fun, even amidst the stresses of the last few finals. Danni continued to tease me and give me a hard time, but her sharpness had dulled and turned into playful banter. I had yet to take her (or Nikki) up on our free use deal, but I enjoyed just having her acting nicer to me.

During the evenings, my 9pm duties had varied. At times, it was laborious, but I was always rewarded for my efforts: One night, I had been called upon to give massages to three of the sorority sisters. They repaid the favor by giving me a three-way blow job. One night, I was asked to help tutor a member that was struggling to prepare for a final; once she had a full understanding of the kinematic equations, she practiced by determining the initial velocity of my cum at the end of a hand job. I was enjoying myself.

By the time Friday came, I had gotten to know most of the residents fairly well and was on my way to becoming more familiar with other members of the sorority that didn’t live in the house. I looked forward to my times with the sorority and appreciated sitting around the tables with them during meals.

“Excited for the BBQ tomorrow?” Stephanie asked me at dinner on Friday evening.

“Wait, what BBQ?” I asked, genuinely surprised. Not that I had any plans for the weekend yet.

“Whoops. I guess I didn’t tell you about the alumnae BBQ tomorrow?” she replied with a chuckle. I shook my head. “Well, the first weekend of summer, the alumnae come back to the house and celebrate the end of finals with us. We all are outside enjoying the pool during the day and then drink into the night with a big bonfire. It’s always a fun time and our older members seem to enjoy getting to come back and re-live the glory days. Just the de-stressor we all need at the end of the semester!”

“Sounds like fun!” I agreed.

“It’s also a little bit of a fundraiser. That’s where you come in,” she said, her sly grin widening.

“Go ahead. Lay it on me,” I replied wondering how in the world I could help with a fundraiser.

“Well, in addition to each of the ladies donating to be at the event, there is an auction.”

“Do you need me to emcee or something?”

“Oh no. Not that. Maria’s got that covered.”

“So what does it have to do with me then?”

“Well, you’re the one getting auctioned. We usually put the live-in up for bidding.”

“What do you mean? Like they get to buy … me?”

“Sorta. We usually ship you off to the highest bidder’s house for a week later in the summer. Sometimes its to an older alum that just needs some help around their house and could use a strong young man to assist. Other times, the live-ins say their week away looks quite similar to their time here at the house.” She gave me a meaningful look and it finally dawned on me.

“Ohhhh. Like, providing … sexual services?”

“Jack! Don’t be so crass!” she rebuked. “But … sometimes. Essentially. We wouldn’t make you do anything you don’t want to do, but it does usually help us with our expenses quite a bit.”

“Yeah, I’m game for anything.” I tried to hide my excitement. I had always been interested in the idea of being with older women, but had never had the opportunity to explore in that sort of way. I hoped that whoever bid on my time would be looking for a more erotic labor than manual.

“Great! That’s a big relief!”

“Wonderful. But there’s one more thing…” I could see the anxiety return to her face.

“Just spit it out,” I encouraged.

“We’d like you to wear a speedo.”

“But I don’t own a speedo,” I replied, taken aback.

“We thought that might be the case and have taken the liberty of purchasing one for you. I know I’ve got it somewhere.” She reached into her bag under the table and pulled out a red garment that could only be described as minuscule.

“You want me to wear that?!” I exclaimed in shock.

“Yes, please.” It was a command like the other house rules, not an optional request.

I took it from her and held it up, trying to imagine how I could possibly fit inside. I sighed in acceptance. “Alright. I’ll wear it.”

“Wonderful! The festivities start at 2pm!”

“I’ll be ready.”

“Also, I don’t think I mentioned this—any rule regarding your relations with house residents also applies to our alumnae,” she said with a devilish smile. “They often like to … indulge while they’re here. If you’re willing.” She winked at me as she grabbed her empty plate and left the dinner table.
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By the time 2pm came around the next day, coolers were full of drinks throughout the house and grounds, the pool was in pristine condition, music was bumping, the sun was shining brightly, and throngs of gorgeous women were chatting, giggling, and generally having a wonderful time. Sisters of all ages filled the property, and the skimpy bikinis that many of them wore left very little to the imagination. As had been true many times during the past week, I felt as though I had died and gone to heaven.

However, I felt impelled to divert my eyes to prevent any inappropriate bulging in the tiny red speedo I had been given. Somehow, it seemed … transparent. To start with, I had to work quite hard to fit myself inside it, and then the material left nothing whatsoever to the imagination. I accepted the reality of my plight and decided to just own it. After all, I had nothing to be ashamed about.

I enjoyed fetching drinks and helping to serve as host, which was a bit ironic considering the short stint I had actually lived in the house.

“Anything I can get you ladies to drink?” I asked, approaching a group of women that had gathered several of the pool loungers together. They appeared to be in their late 40s, but had clearly continued to prioritize fitness and appearance.

“My, my, my,” one of them said as she looked me up and down. She wore a red bikini top that her tits were spilling out of and shorts that were unbuttoned to reveal the red bottoms below. “I’ll have to give Stephanie some credit—looks like she picked a good one this year.” She giggled as she meaningfully glanced at the others from behind her sunglasses.

“She did indeed!” another one responded. She was laying out on her stomach, her bubblegum pink thong bikini exposing beautifully tanned taut ass cheeks. I felt myself starting to salivate in the most inappropriate way.

“So what’s your name?” the third one asked, being the first to actually speak to me.

“I’m Jack. What are yours?”

For some reason, this caused the ladies to fall into a new fit of giggles. “I’m Leanne,” the third one said. She wore a black one-piece suit over her dark skin, and although her boobs were on the small end, I could tell that her ass was quite generous. I couldn’t help but notice that she was the only one wearing a wedding ring. “And this is Mina and Angela,” she gestured to the others.

“Nice to meet you all,” I said. “Any drinks?” I reiterated.

“I think I’d like to drink you in,” the first one, Mina, said to me with a smirk.

Angela slapped her in the arm. “Mina! Take it easy!”

“Oh, c’mon. If he’s anything like our Jack, this year’s girls are certainly a lucky bunch. And by the looks of that speedo, I’d say they’re probably pretty comparable,” Mina replied.

Leanne explained to me, “The summer between our junior and senior year, the live-in’s name was also Jack. We … got along well with him, you could say.” All three fell into fits of laughter again.

“Yeah, we got along very well with him and his massive tool!” Mina said explicitly.

Angela turned a little red as she chuckled, but didn’t rebuff her friend. “Can’t deny it!”

“To answer your question, if you can rustle up a bottle of tequila, I think all three of us would love to do some shots with you, Jack. If you’re up for it,” Mina directed towards me.

“He’s going to think we’re just trying to get him drunk to have our way with him, Mina!” Leanne chided. “Jack, you don’t have to do shots with us if you don’t want to.”

“Oh, I’m certainly game,” I said, scurrying off to find the alcohol and some shot glasses as more laughter echoed behind me.

A few minutes later I arrived with a tray of plastic shot glasses, a handful of limes, some salt, and a bottle of Patron I had nicked from a cooler.

“He’s got good taste, too!” Angela said, grabbing the tequila from my arms and lifting it skyward.

“Hell yeah! Let’s go!” Mina agreed, taking the cups from my hand and lining them up on a little side table.

The tequila was poured and passed around along with a lick of salt and slices of lime. “To the glory days!” Leanne said, raising her little cup. The rest of us raised our own to cheers and downed the alcohol before chasing it with the salt and lime.

“A little too strong for the young lad?” Mina chuckled, noticing my face scrunching at the taste, despite my best efforts.

“No, no. I can handle it just fine,” I replied obstinately.

“Then prove it. Have another one with us,” Angela teased with a smug grin.

“Deal,” I snapped back.

Mina poured another round and we raised our cups again. I threw mine back, this time a bit more successful at avoiding a reaction to the sharp taste.

“Maybe he can handle his liquor,” Leanne commented as she raised her eyebrows at the other women.

“Perhaps. The real test will be to see what sort of shape he’s in by the end of the evening,” Angela responded.

“Indeed! We’ll have to catch up with him later.” Mina had a devilish smile across her face as raised her eyebrows at me.

“Is that a promise?” I asked with an equally playful tone, noticing the sensation of my cock thickening with arousal.

“You bet,” she sniped back, her grin wide now as she glanced down at the red speedo barely containing me.

“Yes, we should let him continue making his rounds and we can see where he’s at later this evening,” Angela chimed in.

“Who knows. One of us might even place a bid at the auction,” Mina added as they sent me off.

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I took my leave and continued to make my rounds. Mina, Angela, and Leanne were not the last ones to convince me to drink with them and I felt like a bit of a celebrity. I was in paradise surrounded by the most beautiful women I had ever seen ranging from my age up to ones that were certainly grandmothers. Yet, they all seemed to have stuck to the sorority’s core values of being healthy mentally and physically. It was a sight to behold.

I enjoyed both the subtle and the not-to-subtle flirting from everyone I met. As the alcohol continued to flow, some even got a bit handsy, slapping my butt, pinching a cheek, and a couple even grabbed my dick through my swimsuit. I was certainly not complaining, although I made sure to keep my own hands to myself.

As the sun set after dinner, Maria, the sorority’s activities chair, approached me. “Ready for the auction?! You’ve been doing a great job of getting around to meet everyone. I think you’ll fetch a high bid!”

“Honestly, I hadn’t even been thinking of shmoozing in order to help with the auction. I just kept getting passed around.” I chuckled at the idea as she grabbed my hand and pulled me up towards the steps that were serving as the makeshift stage where the DJ had set up.

Maria took the microphone and made her announcements. She thanked everyone for coming, gave a speech on the value of continuing sororal bonds across the generations of alumnae and current students, and invited anybody interested in participating in the Live-In auction to come closer to the steps.

I was surprised at the number of women that gathered close as Maria announced the terms: “For those yet to make his acquaintance, this is Jack, our live-in for this year. In the short week that he has been with us, he has proven himself to be kind, intelligent, thoughtful, and a skilled lover—just ask many of our current residents. You are bidding on him to stay with you for one week in June or July when he will be ready to attend to whatever needs you may have outside of his class schedule.”

It felt unusual to be brought before this crowd like I was property, but as I looked out, I couldn’t help but smile at the idea of getting to spend time with any of the lovely ladies before me.

“Shall we start the bidding at one thousand dollars?” Maria asked. I nearly spit out my drink. One thousand dollars!? Who in their right mind would pay that much for my company and services?

Nearly every hand in the crowd shot up. I remembered a few comments earlier in the day about the financial success of many of our alum, so maybe it wasn’t much money to them, but I was blown away.

“Fifteen hundred?” Maria called. More than a dozen hands remained raised.

“Two thousand?” A few arms dropped, but not many.

The bidding continued until it came down to Mina and another woman that I had only briefly met earlier in the night, although I couldn’t remember her name.

“Four thousand!” Mina called. Fire in her eyes made me believe she wouldn’t stop until she got what she wanted.

“Forty-two fifty!” the other woman shouted.

“Forty-five!” Mina rejoined.

“Forty-six!”

“Forty-seven!”

“Five thousand dollars!” the unknown woman exclaimed.

Although she looked torn, it seemed that Mina’s limit had been exceeded, even with Leanne and Angela continuing to egg her on. After a moment, she shook her head and dropped her gaze.

“Going! Going! Gone!” Maria called out. “Five thousand dollars to Ms. Melissa Sands! Come claim your prize.

I glanced back at Mina to see her crestfallen before I shifted my gaze to my bidder as I descended the stairs.

“My prize!” she said excitedly as we met. She gave me a tight hug and her hand slid down from my back to give my ass a squeeze. If I had to guess, I’d bet that Melissa was in her early forties. Her long brunette hair cascaded down to the middle of her back. She had a petite figure and wore a loose cover-up over her bathing suit, so it was hard to tell what she might be hiding underneath. “Mind if we go figure out some of the details? Maybe we could go find my old room?” she asked, a mischievous look on her face.

“Oh. Yeah, sure,” I agreed, a bit surprised. She pulled me by the hand towards the house. Although it must have been ages since she lived there, she clearly still remembered her way around. She led us up the stairs and down the hall, finally grabbing the doorknob of what I believed to be Lexi’s room currently.

She pushed inside and said, “I don’t think she’ll mind if we use it for a little bit.” Locking the door behind us, she turned towards me. “Let’s have a seat, Jack. I’m sure you’re wondering what I’m looking for.”

“Yeah, actually. I haven’t really been sure what to expect with all this.”

“I’m sure. I’m sure,” she replied warmly. “Well, my husband will be out of town most of the last week of June. Considering his sexual … difficulties, he has agreed to allow me a hall pass that week, and will pay for whatever I need to make that happen. We are fortunate to be rather financially comfortable.”

“I see,” I replied tentatively.

“What he may not be expecting is for me to pay for a young virile bull to come satisfy my urges while he is away. But that is what I have chosen to do. Are you agreeable to that plan?”

Finally understanding where this was going, I began getting excited. “Oh, absolutely! That sounds wonderful Ms. Sands.”

“Please call me Melissa. No need for such formality.” I nodded appreciatively. “I am wondering, while we’re here, might I have a little sneak peak at my prize? I’m sure my husband would want me to make sure I made a good investment,” she asked, glancing down meaningfully at my crotch.

“Of course,” I replied eagerly, standing up as I felt myself start to harden.

Before I really even processed what was happening, Melissa’s hands were on the waistband of my straining speedo.

“I see they’re keeping everything to the traditional standards. Nice and hairless!” she commented as the top of the material reached the base of my cock, the shaft still hidden from view.

She began to wiggle the suit down over my butt, slowly revealing more and more of my member. Her eyes widened as she tugged, until finally my half-hard dick sprung free from containment. God, it was such a relief!

“Oh my word!” she gasped in shock before a smile spread across her face. “They certainly did not make them like this back in my day! Yes, this will do just fine!” The speedo hit the floor as she wrapped her fingers around, not quite able to encircle me. We both watched as I grew harder with each passing heartbeat, blood rushing to fill the organ.

“I’m going to have to prepare myself for your visit. You’ll ruin me!” she exclaimed excitedly. “Mind if I take a little taste?”

“By all means.”

As I stood in front of her, she pointed my tip at her face and leaned forward on the bed. She kissed my head first, then down one side and up the other. Slowly, her tongue began to explore, tasting me all over. The light pressure felt wonderful as she started pumping her hands up and down along my length.

Finally, she took me into her mouth. Even with her red lips spread as wide as they could go, I barely fit. Although she could only take a little more than an inch of me, her tongue danced and glided around my head to her best ability.

“Mhmmm,” I groaned, placing my hands on the back of her head. Almost as if by instinct, she slid off the bed entirely and down onto her knees in front of me.

Although I had certainly fantasized about older women in my life before, I had never been with a woman of this age. So far, I was loving it. And it only turned me on more to imagine the week would have together later in the summer.

She did her best to press me further into her mouth, though with little success. One hand dropped to my balls and began massaging as her tongue worked its magic, her other hand now furiously pumping up and down along my length.

“Ohhhhh,” I growled, the arousal of the day finally catching up with me as I felt my climax impending. “I’m gonna come,” I groaned in warning.

To my delight, she did not pull off, but instead tried to take even more of me. It was enough to push me over the edge and I started erupting into her tiny mouth, my load pulsing from my cock and granting me the relief that I so desired.

To her credit, she sucked it down as well as she could, even if some dribbled out the crease of her lips. There was no lack of enthusiasm. She slurped and sucked until I had no more to give and started to go soft.

“Mhmmm,” she purred. “Yes, I very much look forward to our week together soon,” she said as she pushed some of the loose cum from her chin back up to her lips.

“Me too!” I agreed fervently. “Can I return the favor?” I asked, hoping I’d get to find out what was beneath he cover-up.

She seemed caught. It appeared that she wanted to say ‘yes,’ but something was holding her back.

“Boy, do I want to,” she said slowly, standing up from her place on the floor. “But I made an agreement with my husband. I think that would be crossing the line … for now.” A sorrowful look crossed her face as she glanced down at my cock for another time.

“I respect that,” I said. “Whatever you are most comfortable with.”

“Yes. I will have to wait to truly claim my prize until you come to stay with me. But don’t worry, I’ll certainly be using you for any favors you’re willing to offer when the time comes!”

“Deal!”

“Now let’s get you back out to the party. I know some of the other ladies will be looking for you.”

The AΠΓ Sorority House

Chapter 5: Don’t Sweat It

I spotted my phone next to my water bottle and towel across the gym. I considered rushing past the three women who were working out and eyeing my naked, sweaty body, but to what end? They seemed to be enjoying the show and my growing cock wasn’t anything any of them hadn’t seen yet. I swallowed and strutted over to grab my things as they made lewd comments about my dick and what I had just done with it in the sauna with Hanna and Genevieve. But I didn’t care; the orgasmic bliss had yet to fade.

“The gym’s not empty, is it?” Hannah asked with a sly grin as I re-entered the sauna.

“Nope,” I replied matter-of-factly. “It’s 5:30 by the way,” reminding them of the actual reason I had gone out there fully disrobed.

“We should probably go get cleaned up before dinner then. We’ve only got half an hour,” Genevieve said, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around her as she picked up the articles of her clothing strewn across the floor of the sauna.

“Yeah, good call.” I tugged on my workout shorts over my sticky legs and followed the women out of the sauna. We were met by another chorus of hoots by the exercisers before going our separate ways.

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I had been informed at dinner that my services would not be needed that evening because they had their weekly Chapter meeting, which apparently went pretty late into the night. I was glad to be able to have some time to myself amidst the craziness of the last two days. I did a bit more studying in the house library and then, all by my lonesome, I flipped on playoff basketball in the living room.

It gave me some time to reflect on what I had here. Almost all of the girls had been so kind and welcoming to me, but what was I actually doing here? Was I just here to serve as their sexual play-thing? If so, there were certainly guys with better … attributes than I had. My sex life had been somewhat active in the last few years, but I never had women clamoring over my dick like they were here. It was odd.

My mind wandered as the evening grew late and I decided to head to bed, the questions about my new living situation still bouncing around my head.

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The next morning I decided to get an earlier start by working out (alone this time) and journaling (that counted as my ‘daily meditation’) before breakfast so that I could crack into my schoolwork after I ate and showered. Instead of going back to campus, I took advantage of the house library.

Only two other women were there when I arrived: the unpleasant (but excellent cock-sucker) Danni and another sister named Nikki who sat near me at dinner the night before. Nikki beamed at me and waved while Danni just stared daggers.

“Hey Jack, how is your finals week going?” Nikki asked warmly. Her large tits pushed out the sides and top of her small red tank top, nipples etching through the fabric. It took all I had to keep eye contact. Her blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and kindness were in stark contrast to Danni’s black hair, dark make-up, and generally off-putting demeanor.

“Not too bad. Only a couple things left to get through. How about for you two?”

“Nearly there for me too. One exam tomorrow and a term paper. Home free after that!” Nikki replied.

We both looked at Danni, assuming she would answer. Instead, she just rolled her eyes and picked up her phone to look at. I planned to just ignore it; after all, it was essentially the same response she had given me ever since I arrived.

But Nikki looked fed up with her friend. “When are you going to stop being such a bitch to Jack?! I know Marcus fucked you over, but Jack is a whole different person. And he’s way nicer to all of us than Marcus ever was!”

Danni just scoffed and rolled her eyes again.

“I’m fucking serious. What’s it going to take to give him a chance?” Nikki went on.

“Absolutely nothing. He can’t do a single fucking thing to make me give him a chance. I refuse on principle.” I guess the consolation was that she didn’t hate me personally, just the idea of me.

“I think if you had just slept with him the other night, you’d feel a hell of a lot better,” Nikki retorted. “How long has it been since you’ve gotten laid? Five months? Six?”

“It’s been eight fucking months I’ll have you know. And you think he could possibly handle me in bed let alone make me come? Yeah fucking right.”

“Wanna bet?” I piped up.

Both women’s heads snapped over to me. Danni’s eyes narrowed. “What do you mean ‘bet?’”

“If I can make you come, you have to stop being such a bitch to me,” I said simply.

“I’ve seen your dick—it ain’t magic,” she laughed mockingly. “So what about when you can’t perform? What do I get?” she snapped back.

“How about this: You can treat me however you want all summer long. And I’ll defend you to any sister that doesn’t like it.”

The room went silent for a moment as she weighed her options. She clearly did not want to even give me the opportunity to patch up things with her, but was very excited by the idea of ‘winning’ and being able to be a bitch to me all summer long.

“You’re on. You’ll have thirty minutes to try and get me there. And when you can’t, I’m going to make your summer a living hell,” she caustically, staring me down. “Now?”

“Works for me,” I replied, meeting her eyes. “And should we have Nikki observe as an impartial judge?”

“Fine. Let’s go,” Danni answered.

“I’m in,” Nikki said with an excited smile. We all grabbed our things and headed up the many flights of stairs up to my loft, our schoolwork immediately forgotten.

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Once up there, the start was awkward. Although Danni had already put my whole length down her throat just a few days previous, it was still unclear how to begin.

“Well, show me what you got. Clock’s ticking, right Nikki?” Danni asked, though she was still glaring at me. On the way up, we had agreed that as Official Judge, Nikki would be the timekeeper.

“Yep. Just started it,” she said from her spot on the couch. A mixture of excitement and nervousness played across her face when I glanced up at her.

“Before we start, anything you don’t want me to do?” I asked Danni gently.

The question alone seemed to give her pause. “You can’t put it in my ass. You’re welcome to give anything else a shot. Good fucking luck,” she spat.

I felt confident I could win, but it wouldn’t be easy. I had considered a few different approaches to handling Danni: I thought about trying to be soft and sensual to woo her, but I knew she wouldn’t respect that. I set that idea aside.

I thought about just trying to use my oral and manual skills to show her what I could do and get her over the edge with talent alone. But I guessed that with her stubbornness, even my most masterful moves would not get through.

No, what she needed was someone that could match her energy. She needed me to take charge and prove to her that I could handle her prickly exterior in order to get to the soft inside. This was a psychological test far more than a physical one. She needed to be dominated. She needed it rough.

“Got it. Now get on your knees,” I ordered authoritatively, my tone shifting significantly.

“On my knees. I thought you were supposed to be trying to get me off?”

“On. Your. Knees,” I repeated, unwavering. She continued to glare at me, but followed my instructions.

“Good girl. Now take out my cock and start sucking.”

She reached for my pants button and fly obediently, but argued, “Oh I see. You enjoyed me sucking your little dick so much the other night, you had to trick me into coming up here and doing it again. Verrrry clever,” she said sarcastically with another massive eye roll.

In accordance with the house rules, I was not wearing any underwear, so as soon as she unzipped me, my half-hard cock poured out. My pants fell to the floor.

“In your mouth. Go ahead.”

“Shut up. I’m working on it,” she countered as she wrapped her fingers around my shaft and placed the head of my cock on her tongue briefly.

“Actually, I have another idea,” she said, a grin widening on her face. “New bet. If you make me come first I’ll be nice to you, but when I make you come first I get to be a bitch to you and I get you as my servant for one day a week the whole summer.”

“Deal. But I’m not just going to make you come first. I’m going to make you beg for it,” I answered immediately. “Now suck it,” I ordered.

She scoffed, but got to work. Now that she had a mission, she seemed much more intent on putting some effort in. She quickly took my dick in her mouth and got to work. I remembered just how expertly she had worked my member at the Lipstick Derby, and this was no different. She felt amazing and I loved seeing her black lipstick smear along my length and around my base as she took me to the back of her throat.

But the point of this exercise was not to get me off. I reached down to lift her small black t-shirt off and over her head. She released me for a moment to let the material pass before she returned me to her mouth. I looked down to enjoy the view and noticed that one of her lovely breasts had a sexy nipple ring. The choker around her otherwise-bare neck was turning me on as well.

She was really getting into it now, slobbering on my dick and pumping it with her hand, intent on making me come. She was putting in the effort, but I could tell that she was sure that this bet was hers to win. I looked forward to bursting that bubble.

“Get up. I want you on the bed,” I instructed. She seemed startled by the abrupt order as she popped her mouth off of me and lifted herself. “Afraid you were already gonna come?” she jeered.

“I just don’t want to wear out your mouth quite yet,” I shot back. Despite her attitude, she followed my lead as I laid her back on the bed. I brought my mouth down to her pierced tit, sucking softly and guiding my tongue around the sharp peak. heard her moan, but it was stifled, as if involuntary, followed by a fit of coughing meant to cover it.

I lowered my hand and my fingers traced along the inside of her legs, sliding up underneath her skirt. I found her inner thighs to be moist before I even reached her pussy, betraying how turned on she actually was. Maybe she wanted this—or me—more than she had let on before.

As I had guessed, she wasn’t wearing panties. I glided along her soaking slit while I switched my mouth to her other tit. I put one finger in her pussy and a real moan escaped her lips. This time, unhindered. I took my moistened finger and brought it up to her clit, attentively encircling it, but not too aggressively.

I pulled my mouth from her nipple and brought it up to her black lips. “Oh,” she said softly in surprise as I kissed her tenderly. In that distinct moment, I felt a turn in her. I couldn’t explain it, but I could sense her shift from bellicose adversary to partner in pleasure. She wasn’t falling in love with me or anything, but some of the anger drained from her energy.

As we kissed, her hand reached down to grip my shaft while I played with her pussy. Her tongue darted into my mouth aggressively and I knew that my efforts were starting to work. I alternated between entering her with my fingers to stimulate the walls of her vagina and attention to her clit. The cautious, restricted moans of earlier were forgotten as she groaned into my mouth with each swirl of my digits.

I lifted my face and began kissing back down her body, teasing her nipples and licking down her tight tummy. When I got to her waist, I yanked her skirt off finally and pulled her to edge of bed a bit roughly. She yelped when I did so as a grin widened on her face.

I did not take it lightly that this was the first smile I had ever seen on Danni’s face. It was a beautiful sight to behold.

I dropped to my knees on the floor and spread her legs, bringing my mouth to her groin. I teasingly nibbled along her moist inner thighs, ever so often brushing her clit with my lips as I passed from one side to the other.

It didn’t take long before her patience was at her limit. “Oh, fuck you,” she said, but I could tell the edge was out of her voice. This was flirty, not mean.

“Tell me what you want.”

“I’m not begging for it,” she replied.

“Suit yourself.” I kept teasing around her vulva without ever making consistent contact, knowing she would break eventually.

Two more indirect passes by her clit and she growled, “Oh fuck you. Just lick me already!”

“That’s what I thought,” I said smugly before diving into her folds with my tongue.

I put on the best performance I could muster as I slid two fingers inside her pussy and worked them in tandem with my tongue on her clit. Immediately, she aggressively grabbed the back of my head and pulled me into her crotch.

“Oh fuck. Yes. right there,” she groaned as her hips pushed up into my face.

“You like that?” I asked, lifting my head to make eye contact.

“Fuck you. Back to work,” she said as she pushed my head back down, but she was smiling.

She was already so keyed up, it wasn’t long before I could tell she was close. I knew this was the moment to make my big move.

Abruptly, I pulled my face from her crotch and went to stand up.

“What the fuck are you doing?” she questioned.

“I think we’re probably pretty close to time. I guess we’ll just have to call it a failure. Isn’t that right, Nikki?”

Nikki’s shorts were on the floor in front of her and she was working her own pussy with reckless abandon. “Oh. Um. Let me check,” she gasped as she reached for her phone with the unoccupied hand. “Five minutes left,” she squeaked.

“That’s what I thought. I guess we should just call it then,” I said nonchalantly, starting to reach for my clothes.

“Oh fuck no,” Danni retorted. “You better bring that dick over here and fuck me. I’m so close.”

“It’s this dick you want?” I asked, grabbing my shaft and waggling it at her. Under other circumstances, this would have been a very unsexy maneuver, but in this moment it seemed to work.

“Yes. I need it. I need you. Inside me.” I could see the pleading in her eyes as they flicked between my face and my crotch.

“If you say so. I suppose I could oblige. On your hands and knees, then.” As she flipped over, I waddled over and lined up up behind her, standing on the floor while she remained on the bed. I took a moment to admire her lovely ass and slapped my cock against it, making a satisfying splat upon each contact. “You sure this is what you want?” I asked again.

“Don’t make me beg,” she whispered intensely.

I waited. Unmoving. She looked back at me over her shoulder almost crazed as her sexual arousal battled with her pride.

Finally, she yielded. “Yes, please. Give it to me already.”

“Was that so hard?” I teased, lifting my shaft, teasing my tip into her wet slit. I pushed into her.

“Ohhhhhhhhh,,” she moaned. She was a little too tight at first, but I could feel her pussy stretching around my cock as I slowly inserted myself deeper and deeper into her slippery hole.

“God. Fuck. Yes,” she squealed when I finally bottomed out and my balls pressed up against her clit.

“You like that?” I asked teasingly.

“Oh. Fuck. You,” she gasped. “Just make me come!”

“If that’s what you want,” I replied nonchalantly. I slid my length out of her slowly and then slammed myself back in.

“OOHHHHH!” she yelped as my body met hers.

I didn’t wait before my I pulled myself out and drilled back into her again with equal force. “FUCK! Yes! Make me come!” she yelled, hungry fire in her voice.

Thwap! Thwap! Thwap!

Again. And again. And again I pounded into her pussy. I slapped her ass, which elicited its own unique cry of pleasure. “Yes! Give it to me!” she begged.

I grabbed her hair and used it to pull her back into me with each powerful stroke.

Thwap! Thwap! Thwap!

“FUUUUUUUUCK!” she wailed, eyes tightly closed shut. “I’M COMMMINNGGGGGG!” Her muscles seized and her legs shook. Her face tried to fall forward into the bed, but I still had grip of her hair while her pussy pulsed around my cock. Every part of her vibrated around me as the orgasm ripped through her.

She squealed and moaned unintelligibly when I finally let go and her face hit the comforter below her. My dick sliding out of her with a satisfying squelch.

Her whole body heaved with heavy breaths on the bed, her muscles twitched involuntarily from time to time.

Suddenly, I started to hear new moans of pleasure coming from behind me. I turned to see poor forgotten Nikki in the throes of her own orgasm, one hand wildly working her clit like her life depended on it and the other grabbing at one of her amazing (now-bare) tits.

After taking a moment to enjoy watching Nikki make herself come, I turned back to Danni, who had rolled over on the bed and was looking up at me.

“So I guess I win the bet then,” I said with a dickish tone, standing over her.

“Oh fuck you,” she replied with the same salty words as before, her apparent mantra for the day, but with a decidedly friendlier tone and a little smile. She had finally softened to me.

“I have a new offer for you: Double or nothing.” I said.

“What do you mean?” she asked, her curiosity piqued.

“If you can make me come next then you still get to have me as your servant every week. But if I make you come again before me I get to fuck you whenever I want all summer.”

“I don’t really see how she loses on that one,” Nikki squeaked from her spot on the couch with a giggle. “Can I take that deal?”

“Fine. You’re on,” Danni said with a greedy look in her eyes. “But this time I’m in charge. Lie down on the bed,” she ordered.

I gladly acquiesced and took my position like a good boy, still confident that she would be coming again in no time. She straddled me and quickly impaled herself on my shaft.

“Ohhhh. I think I can still feel the first orgasm,” she groaned as her eyes fluttered. I felt her lips meet the base of my member as her weight bore down on me. This time there was no need for a slow adjustment. As she lifted back up, I lifted my hands to her boobs.

“Oh god. Yes. Pinch my nipples,” she pleaded. I gladly did so as she lifted and slammed back down onto me, starting to fall into a healthy rhythm. She really did feel incredible, but I trusted in my self control to win this bet.

I thrust back up into her and the sounds of our bodies clashing echoed through the room in a rapid staccato. It became a percussive backing beat to her melodious groans.

“Fuuuuuck. Your cock really does feel so good.” It was the first compliment she had paid me. Now I knew we were in truly uncharted territory.

She leaned back, landing her hands on my thighs. I continued pumping up into her as I brought my thumb to her clit, rubbing circles around it that really got her going.

Her movement became more erratic, but I kept up my pace, stimulating her from the inside and out.

“Shit, I’m so close,” she gasped.

“Come on my cock, Danni. Come on my cock again,” I ordered.

With that, she went over the edge. “SHIIIITTTTTTTT,” she screamed as she slammed herself down onto me with all the force she could muster, collapsing down onto my chest. Her knees clamped down around my hips as her vagina pulsed around my shaft again. Her lips crashed into mine as she kissed me hard. I responded in kind as I reached around and gripped her ass, giving it a light swat that elicited another yelp of pleasure.

Her face fell into the crook of my neck as her orgasm started to finally abate. She felt like a puddle on top of me.

“How have you not come yet?” she whispered in my ear. “I know for a fact that I’ve got a grade-A pussy. Guys usually can’t last more than a few minutes with me.”

“Your pussy is amazing. I’ve just got a lot of self-control,” I replied, although the truth was that she had me pretty close. If she had lasted another sixty seconds, she probably would have won the bet.

“Well I’ve got to make you come somehow. How do you want me to do it?”

“I’m going to use your mouth,” I replied simply. I had one more trick left.

“Sure. If that’s what you want,” she answered, starting to slither down between my legs.

“No. Not like that. I want you on your back with your head on the edge of the bed. I’m going to fuck your mouth and come down your throat.”

“God, you’re so dirty,” she said with a flirty giggle as she moved into position. Did she really just giggle?

Her head tipped over the edge of the bed, her black hair dangling towards the floor as she looked up at my cock, which was proudly hanging a few inches from her mouth.

“You ready?” I asked.

She licked her lips and replied, “Born ready. Let me make you come.”

I brought my tip to her face and smeared it around, as if applying a new layer of her black lipstick with my rod, still moist from her pussy.

Her mouth opened wide and I gave her what she sought. I guided my length into her gaping maw as I felt her tongue tickling along the top of shaft.

“Fuck, that’s such a perfect mouth,” I groaned, pushing to the back of her throat, but not too hard for now. I started sliding myself in and out of her mouth as I reached forward and started playing with her clit.

“Mmmmmmm,” I felt her moan onto my shaft as I worked her mouth and her pussy simultaneously. The vibrations from her vocalizations felt incredible as they resonated along my length.

It wasn’t long before I was getting close to coming, her mouth providing the perfect cherry on top of our carnal adventures. I was surprised, though, that she started to squirm and writhe under the work of my fingers, apparently also growing close.

I pulled out of her briefly, allowing her to breathe for a moment before I finished, but all that did was amplify her.

“Oh! Yes! Yes! Yes!” she moaned as my fingers worked her clit.

“Ready for me to finish?” I asked.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” she continued, apparently both in response to my question and to my handiwork. I plowed my dick back into her, but this time without holding back. I knew she had the capacity to take my entire length, so I gave it to her. I stuffed my dick into the back of her throat and pressed my balls into her nose.

“Fuuuuuck,” I roared as her muffled groans emanated from around my cock. As I slid back out of her throat, her body started to go wild. Her legs clamped down around my fingers and I felt her moaning around my dick as I continued exploring the back of her throat.

Her frantic orgasmic cries sent me over the edge. I pushed into her as far as I could, my balls almost inside of her mouth now, and unloaded. “GOODDDDDDDD,” I groaned as I felt my cock pulse and begin launching hot ropes of cum into her waiting throat.

Three blasts and she was choking on it. I looked down to see the viscous white liquid seeping from around her lips, her eyes red with tears as it overwhelmed her.

I went to pull out to give her reprieve, but she reached up and grabbed the back of my ass, pulling me back into her. I gladly followed her lead and slid back in, continuing to unload down her gullet as more and more dripped down her cheeks and eventually into her dangling hair.

I let myself just hang there inside of her mouth, taking in the magnificence of this moment. I certainly had not imagined that the morning would turn out like this. Somehow, she was still sucking, ensuring that every last drop was extracted from my now-softening dick.

When I was sucked dry, I finally pulled out, a glob of cum following my member and dribbling down into her black locks.

“That was soooooo fucking hot,” Nikki said from the couch. Her hand was still playing with her pussy, but without much gumption.

Danni pulled herself back up onto the bed, her hair, makeup, and face an absolute mess. “And I bet it felt even better than it looked,” she said with a coquettish grin. “I guess you win the bet. I’ll have to suffer through you using my pussy and mouth whenever you’d like all summer. Poor me,” she pouted, sending Nikki and I both into fits of laughter.

“I can’t wait to claim my spoils,” I replied hungrily.

“What about me?” Nikki asked, walking towards us on the bed. “As official judge, I really think I should have to help out my sorority sister and suffer the same fate, don’t you think?”

Her hand wrapped around my sticky dick, a sneaky smile on her face.

It responded to her touch. “Oh, most certainly…”

The AΠΓ Sorority House

Chapter 4: Post-Derby Delights

I woke up the next morning alone in my bed. Naked. I grabbed my phone. 9:53 AM. I never slept this late. Luckily, my first final wasn’t until that afternoon so I still had some time before I had to be there.

As I came to my senses, I realized I could hear my bathroom shower running. Who could be in there? I looked down at myself and initially thought that I was covered in bruises all over my groin and lower abs. After a moment of panic, I remembered the events of the past evening and realized that the multicolored skin was just an effect of the lipsticked mouths that had been all over me.

I savored the pleasure of those memories for a minute and relived the lipstick derby and then the after-party on this bed with Stephanie, Nicole, and Lexi. I felt my dick start to harden at the memory and went to touch myself to relieve the pressure when I remembered it was against the rules. I sighed in frustration as I tried to plan out my day.

30 minutes of exercise. 30 minutes of meditation. 30 minutes of community time. And available by 9pm for the sorority.

Those were my house rules. Then, there was my final this afternoon and that paper that I had due tomorrow. Two more finals later in the week as well as one more final project to finish. I wasn’t too worried about any of them, but I would need to be diligent in how I used my time considering the new time restraints I was still adjusting to.

I decided that I would shower, eat, go to the sanctuary garden to meditate, and then head to campus to get ready for my exam. Later I could work out and spend time with the ladies during dinner for community time. But what was I going to do about the person in my bathroom?

Just as the thought crossed my mind, I heard the water turn off. Thank god. I really had to pee, too.

A minute later, the beautiful Melanie emerged from my bathroom.

“Oh my! That looks uncomfortable!” she yelped, her eyes immediately drawn to my rigid member.

“It’s just the lipstick from last night,” I tried to reassure her.

“Oh, I know about the coloring. I meant the boner; I know you’re not allowed to take care of that yourself.”

The attention that she was giving to it only made throb even harder. “Oh … um. Yeah. It is a bit uncomfortable.” I hoped that she was alluding to giving me some assistance.

“I’d help, but I’ve got a final in half an hour. Good luck,” she said with a curt smile as she trailed down the stairs, her towel taut across her beautiful behind as she went. Well, that didn’t help my erection.

At least I’ve got the shower to help calm me down.

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I made it through my final okay. Not my best effort, but I had a high enough grade going into it that I didn’t have to be perfect in order to get an A in the class. Afterward, I stopped by the on-campus library for a while, as I wasn’t sure that I would be able to focus well enough at the sorority house to actually get my last philosophy assignment done.

By the time late afternoon rolled around, I was able to submit the paper on Nicomachean Ethics, hopeful that it would be worthy enough to bump me up from the B+ I was sitting at. I made my way back to the house, looking forward to a good workout and then dinner with the sisters.

I went upstairs to change, and remembered that I was supposed to be going commando. I usually liked things nice and tight to my body while I was working out so my dick and balls weren’t swinging about wildly. First time for everything, I guess.

I got a bit lost on my way to the gym (this house was so big!), but once I finally located it, I found that I would not be working out alone. Two other women were already there, each using stair machines and having a lively conversation between the two of them. I was sure that I had met them, but I couldn’t recall their names.

My usual routine was to run a couple of miles to warm up and then get into some weight training, and I didn’t mind at all that the treadmills were set up right behind the two stair masters. I turned on the machine and set off at my normal pace, my dick bouncing around uncomfortably in my loose shorts. The sound was enough for the two ladies to notice me. They peeked over their shoulders and giggled as their voices dropped to a whisper that I couldn’t hear.

I tried to be polite and not watch, but it was difficult with both of their sculpted asses in my face. Each stair popped out their cheeks in a way that was delicious and it was evident that they must spend quite a bit of time in here. Their athletic shorts perfectly accented their plump cheeks. One in black and one in white. It almost seemed like they were intentionally showing off for me, but I could have been imagining it.

Their voices returned to normal volume and I could hear them move on to other topics—what was left of finals week, summer travel plans, and how annoyed they were with Danni for rejected her prize of winning the deep lipstick derby.

Throughout all this, my dick continued to grow in my shorts as I tried to think about less interesting topics, but it was of little use. You would think that the cardio would have my heart diverting blood to other areas, but apparently not. By the time I finished two miles, my erection was more pronounced than ever. I decided that it was pointless to be embarrassed—these two had both watched me get sucked off by eight different women the night before anyway. Presumably, they wouldn’t mind the show.

I moved over to the free weights and started on the next part of my workout — it was leg day. The gym in the house was actually pretty well equipped and set up; it had everything I needed.

I was in the middle of my first set of squats, my dick still straining against the material of my shorts, when I noticed the ladies finish on the stair machines and move over to the mats. Through the reflection in the wall-sized studio mirror, I could see their giggling glances continue, but they did not interrupt me. They settled on the ground and began doing core exercises. I enjoyed seeing the sets of twists, turns, and other poses that had given them the tight abs so well-displayed between their tiny shorts and the sports bras above. Despite the giggling, they clearly took their fitness seriously.

I was able to work through my own routine as they completed theirs, finally regaining some sense of focus and flaccidity. By the time the ladies were doing their finishing stretches, I was on my last set and I had worked up quite a sweat.

“Good workout, Jack?” one of them called over to me as I re-racked my weights.

“Yeah, it’s a really nice set-up in here … err … sorry. I can’t quite remember your names.”

“Don’t sweat it — you’ve met so many of us. I’m Hannah and this is Genevieve.” They each stuck out their hands to shake mine as they remained sitting on the floor. Although my dick had calmed down a bit, I was still conscious of the imprint coming through my underwear-less shorts now directly at their eye level.

Hannah was a short dark-skinned Asian woman with shoulder-length black hair. Her black matching set left little to the imagination as her sweat made it cling to her skin. Genevieve was a tall red-head with adorable freckles adorning her beautiful face. Green eyes watched me like they had a secret they didn’t want to give up. Her white shorts and top almost became see through with her body’s moisture. It took all I had to avoid dropping my gaze to the cleavage busting through both of their sports bras as I looked down at them.

“Yeah, we’re spoiled here. Have you checked out the sauna yet?” Genevieve asked.

“There’s a sauna in here?! This place has everything!” I exclaimed. Some time in a sauna sounded like exactly what I needed after the stress of this week and the sweat I had worked up in here.

“Yep! We’re just about done going to head in there next. Want us to show you?” Hannah asked, the hint of a devious smile spreading across her face.

“Yeah, That sounds great. Thanks!” I said eagerly, grabbing my workout towel and water bottle as they stood up and gathered their things.

“Right through here,” Genevieve said, leading us to the corner of the gym space, but as far as I could tell, there was no exit that way. I stood there confused as she pushed on a spot in the mirror. To my surprise it swung towards us.

“It’s a secret door!” Hannah said excitedly as she enjoyed the look of shock on my face before following Genevieve through the opened mirror panel. Sure enough, as I walked through the secret passageway, warmth hit me in the face and I found a moderately sized sauna that could probably fit at least eight to ten people with two-tiered benches along three of its walls. A neat basket of towels sat near the heater that appeared to be on some sort of timer. I wondered what other secrets were held in this old house.

“We normally don’t wear clothes in here,” Genevieve said, looking at me with a sneaky grin as she reached for the hem of her white sports bar. “That okay with you?”

Before I could even respond, each of her tits dropped from the restraint of their fabric cage. They were perfect orbs with delightful pink areolae and nipples, one of which was pierced. My cock jumped again in my shorts as I tried to respond intelligibly. “Umm … yeah …. whatever you guys normally do,” I muttered as I watched Hannah grab at her own top and pull it up over her head. Heavy breasts fell out, both with large dark areolae. I felt myself salivate at the view before me.

But they were not done. They glanced each other and both let out a little giggle as they simultaneously grabbed at the waistbands of their tiny exercise shorts and bent over, pulling them to their ankles and kicking them off. My breath caught as I realized neither of them were wearing underwear. Genevieve had a little patch of red pubic hair while Hannah was complete shaved. Fuck, they were sexy.

It took me a second to realize they were waiting for me while I had been lasciviously eyeing their incredible figures. “You gonna join us, or what?” Hannah asked.

“Yeah. Right,” I sputtered. I peeled off my sweaty shirt as they sat down on the long bench and waited for my grand reveal. Their legs parted and their folds came into view, coaxing me to join them.

I reached for the waistband of my shorts and followed the two women into nudity. Finally released from its own imprisoning fabric, my cock stood proudly jutting away from my hips. The sensation of relief alone was immense.

“Ow owww! Big dick in the house!” Genevieve hooted with a laugh, causing Hannah to break out into giggles as well. Slight embarrassment came over me, but I was slowly learning how to navigate my role as sole resident male—these were the sort of comments I would just have to get used to.

I sat down across from them and enjoyed the warm cedar against my ass and back. The tension from my muscles and the stress of finals immediately started to melt away.

“So, Jack, how’s it been as our new Live-In so far?” Hannah asked.

“Honestly, fucking incredible. Truly a dream come true,” I answered truthfully.

“Yeah, I bet. I’m guessing you didn’t have half a dozen women gagging on your cock at your old place,” Genevieve said with a smile.

“Plus, he got to fuck Stephanie, Nicole, and Lexi last night, too!” Hannah added. I should have guessed that there the gossip moved quickly in this place.

“Yeah, it’s true. And never sat naked in a sauna with two of the sexiest women I’ve ever seen either,” I added.

“Cheers to that,” Hannah said as she fist-bumped Genevieve. Despite the sexual (and physical) temperature in the sauna, our conversation moved on to more mundane topics and my cock finally started to soften slightly, despite my eyes continuously roving across their gorgeous sweaty figures. I asked them about their majors (poli-sci for Genevieve and business for Hannah), their hobbies (hiking, drawing, and rock climbing), and who they were tight with in the house (mainly ones I hadn’t gotten acquainted with yet—Emily, Teresa, and Natalie).

One question had been itching at the back of my brain ever since I moved in, but I had been too afraid to ask until now. “So what was your last Live-In like?” I asked.

“You sure you want to know?” Genevieve replied warily. Her tone shifted quickly.

“Is there a reason I shouldn’t?” I asked, now entirely unsure.

“Well, he’s just … a lot. I don’t want you to feel self-conscious.”

“Ha. Now I’m both scared and feel like I need to know even more.” I could feel my heart rate picking up in nervousness.

“Okay if you’re sure,” Hannah said. “While he lived here, as a person he was … fine. Sometimes he would get on our nerves a bit—he wasn’t the cleanest—but he was alright to hang around with. As a lover though, he was genuinely unbelievable. His dick was definitely a bit smaller than yours, but the things he could do with it were truly divine.” Her eyes seemed to drift off to somewhere in the past.

“And god, his fingers, and tongue, and even his toes … I’m getting goosebumps just remembering,” Genevieve added with a shiver, despite the warmth in the room. Did she say … toes?

Clearly I did have some big shoes to fill. Would I stack up? Maybe I shouldn’t have asked.

“So what happened to him? How come he didn’t come back this summer?” I asked.

Genevieve explained, “Well, when the fall semester rolled around and his stint as the live-in was over, he moved into a new apartment with his buddies, so that meant he was fair game to date anyone he chose. And he chose Danni. It caused a lot of issues in the house.”

“Oh, right I heard that didn’t go well,” I replied.

“Yeah, she wasn’t the only one interested in Marcus. So that led to a lot of issues in the sorority. And then … Marcus cheated on her with another sister.”

“No fucking way!” I exclaimed in shock. “Does she still live here?”

“No, she left the sorority. It was a big, big thing this year. We considered not even having a live-in this summer because of all that.”

“Wow. That’s crazy,” I said, taken aback. The sauna went silent for a minute as I processed what I had just learned. I guess even if I wasn’t as much of a master in the sack as Marcus, I knew that I’d never cheat on anyone. That made me feel a little bit better.

Breaking me out of my reflections and trying to cheer up the mood, Hannah chimed in, “But we’re glad that you’re here! And I, personally, think you’re hotter than Marcus. I was bummed I missed out on getting to taste you last night.”

“Oh, really? Why didn’t you enter the derby then?”

“It’s a lot of pressure to be up there and try to show off your skills. Plus, I’m more of a small-group girlie,” she said with a smirk.

“My sentiments, exactly,” Genevieve agreed. My cock twitched and quickly started to stiffen again at the compliments.

“Why don’t you bring that big old thing on over here and we can show you our skills in a more private environment,” Hannah teased as they created a gap between them on the bench. I didn’t waste any time before I waddled over to them, my now-erect member uncomfortably bouncing from one thigh to the other with each step.

“It’s even bigger up close!” Hannah said as I plopped down in between them. They both leaned their faces down close to my crotch to take in the view.

Genevieve wrapped her hand around the base of my shaft, not quite getting it around my circumference. “No kidding! Where the hell did Stephanie pluck you from?! What a find!”

Hannah’s fingers traced along my head, which was purple, swollen, and absolutely begging for attention. She slid it down until her knuckles connected with Genevieve’s, and then she added her other hand as well. Their manicured nails bejeweling my member as my tip still peeked out from their grip.

That little bit of dick was too much for Hannah to resist, and she lowered her head to lick it. “A little salty. I kinda like it,” she said with a giggle as she removed her top hand and started to take me into her mouth. I groaned involuntarily, responding to the sensation of her tongue sliding around in the most arousing way.

Meanwhile, Genevieve had let go of my shaft and brought her face back up to mine. She planted her lips on mine, her tongue quickly darting into my mouth. She tasted wonderfully like mint. Her hand gripped around my wrist and guided it towards her lovely chest. I took her boob in my palm and appreciated its softness and its weight. I couldn’t help but kiss my way down her neck until my lips and then my tongue found her nipple. I sensed the salt from her sweat lingering on her skin as she purred in approval.

My fingers slithered their way down her taut abs, her legs parting in invitation. I felt the rough texture of her tidy red hair before making purchase on her wet slit. She groaned as I gently traced her along her puffy outer lips, slick with sweat and other juices. I teased her hole with a fingertip, lightly caressed her clit, and then cautiously entered her. She pulled my face deeper into her chest as I continued to work my tongue on her nipple in tandem with my finger in her pussy.

Hannah’s oral assault on my dick had not let up. I could feel the saliva from her sloppy work dripping down my length and around my balls. Then, suddenly, with a little *pop* I felt her release me.

I disappointingly pulled my mouth away from Genevieve’s delightful tit and looked down at Hannah to see what was going on.

“I have GOT TO ride this thing. Can I?” she pleaded wantonly, drool running down her chin from her fine work.

“By all means,” I replied, excited by the opportunity. Then, to Genevieve I added, “And I’d like to taste this pussy. Think you can hop up here and sit on my face?”

Her face widened into a smirk> “I think I should be able to figure it out.”

Hannah stood up and turned away from me, pushing her ass back as she split my legs. She reached behind her to grab my shaft as she lined me up with her waiting pussy. Her clit rubbed along my head and I could feel just how moist she was before she lowered her weight down onto me and I slid in.

“Ohhhhh,” I groaned as I felt the grip of her vagina slowly descending down my shaft.

“God, you’re big,” she gasped, her pussy gradually stretching to accommodate my size. With only a few inches in, she paused, waiting for her body to catch up to the adjustment.

After a moment, she was ready to continue, eventually taking me all the way in to the hilt.

“Fuckkkkk I’m so fullll,” she sighed, perched atop my dick. I grabbed at her beautiful cheeks and felt their perfect tone as she lifted herself back up until her lips gripped just the head.

While she plunged back down on me, Genevieve requested, “Tip your head back, I need that tongue on me.”

I stretched my neck so that the back of my head rested flat on the upper bench. She positioned two towels on either side of my ears for comfort and then got up on her knees with her feet dangling off the bench near my shoulders. I enjoyed the view as her hairy pussy lowered down onto my face, ready to use me as her saddle until she came.

Her lips met mine and she pressed down onto me. The tangy, salty flavor was divine. My tongue traced around her as she groaned in pleasure. I licked along her opening until I landed on her clit, causing her to groan even louder. We fell into a good rhythm as she gyrated on me more and more aggressively. I was helping to service her, but I was fully aware that she was in control.

This meant that I could return my attention to Hannah’s energetic bouncing on my dick without breaking Genevieve’s flow. I could sense Hannah’s fingers down in between our legs, alternating between playing with her clit and massaging my balls. With each progressive drop, she yelped and I could tell that she was working herself up close to orgasm.

Both women were using me as the mere vessel of their pleasure, an object for their satisfaction, and I was more than okay with it. The sounds of their joyous vocalizations echoed in the small, sweaty room as our bodies pieced together in most perfect slippery amalgamation.

I felt Hannah’s pace increase even further, her breath ragged as each drop became more and more forceful. “I’m gonna come,” she huffed desperately. Suddenly, she slammed down onto me with all her might and I felt her pussy clench around my member.

“FUUUUUUUUCKK!!” she screamed as her orgasm ripped through her. The walls of her vagina pulsed also my length, her heading falling back against my chest as her feet lifted off the floor. Her body spasmed on top of me as she yelped unintelligibly, my dick still buried deep in her hairless snatch.

Suddenly I felt Genevieve start to pick up speed as the volume of her vocalizations grew. I could see that she was gripping the back of the upper bench with white knuckles as she bucked against my face like I was her rodeo bull.

“Oh! Oh! Oh! OH! OHHHHHHH!” she wailed, her clit grinding against me in a flurry of motion as she climaxed. She reached down to grab my hair with both hands as she held me against her. Her legs began to shake around my head, her climax overwhelming her. Everything went quiet as her thighs became vibrating earmuffs and she rode the waves of pleasure for minute after minute.

Eventually, her grip on me loosened and she fell sideways onto the upper bench. “Fuck, that felt amazing,” she gasped with a silly grin on her face.

Finally recovered from her own orgasm, Hannah went to stand up and my dick fell out of her with a heavy thud as it hit the bench below. “I think we’ll be forgetting about Marcus quite soon,” she said with a beaming smile. “That was wonderful.”

“We still need to make him come though, and I want to feel his big log inside me,” Genevieve said, speaking to Hannah as if I wasn’t even there, which I was entirely fine with. “You ready to fuck me, Jack?” Genevieve asked as she looked deep into my eyes. She slid down to the lower bench and got to her knees on her makeshift cushions, presenting her ass to me like the prize that it was.

I stood and lined myself up behind her, allowing my actions to answer her question. I teased my head around her clit and she ordered, “Don’t make me wait. Put it in!”

Obliging, I pushed in with firm pressure. I could still feel her stretching around my girth, but she was not nearly as tight as Hannah had been, perhaps because she had already come. “Yesssss,” she growled as I felt her lips grip around the very base of my shaft. It felt so good, I already knew I wouldn’t last long.

I grabbed her hips and began sliding myself out until just the tip remained inside, then forcefully re-entered her. She pushed her ass back to meet me as my cock reached its depth. Our sweaty bodies glistened as we locked together like perfect, moist puzzle pieces.

“Fuckkkk,” I groaned. Our bodies worked in synchronized perfection as we harmoniously thrust in opposite directions again, and again, and again, and again. The sound of my hips meeting her ass echoed in the little room.

I looked up to see Hannah on the upper bench, quite close to Genevieve’s head, with her hand back between her legs, playing with her beautiful tanned pussy. It made me even more aroused and I slammed into Genevieve with further might, plowing into her with all the force I could muster. Each repetition causing her to moan, groan, or yip as I bottomed out.

I started to feel a tightness in my balls and I knew I was on my way to ecstasy. “I’m getting close. Where should I come?” I panted.

“Me too! Don’t you fucking stop! Come inside me! Fill me up!” she gasped in between her hungry groans of pleasure.

Sure enough, one stroke later I felt her pussy start to spasm around my cock as she squealed, “OH GODDDDDDD!”

I followed her lead into paradise as my own orgasm hit me two pumps later. I buried myself inside of her as deep as I could possibly go and began unloading, my cum blasting into her pulsing cunt with unfettered enthusiasm. With each spurt, a surge of pleasure raced through my body, my whole body twitching in response to the sensation.

Realizing I had been holding my breath since I had started orgasming, I finally exhaled again, releasing another shiver of splendor starting at my cock and rippling throughout my entire being.

It could have been seconds or hours before my dick finished unloading into Genevieve—I couldn’t tell. But when it did finally stop, I sighed heavily and pulled back out of her, my penis already sad to leave its newfound home behind. I watched my cum dribble out of her and flow down the insides of her thighs.

As I exited, Genevieve shook with a final wave of pleasure. “Holy fuck that’s good cock,” she groaned, turning and dropping into a heap on the bench.

“Isn’t it?!” Hannah agreed. I assumed that she must have climaxed along with us as she was also resting now in a post-orgasmic heap on the upper bench, her limbs limply dangling in complete relaxation.

I fell on a bench as well, my energy depleted by the exercises of the past hour. I realized that the timer on the heater must have run out long ago—although it was still warm in here, it wasn’t near the true sauna temperature it had been when we first entered. And thank god, because I probably wouldn’t have any liquid in my body left if it the heat had remained.

“Yeah, I don’t think the house will be thinking about Marcus for long,” Genevieve said several minutes later, finally starting to rise from her stupor.

“Who’s Marcus?” Hannah replied, making Genevieve laugh in response.

“Exactly. Any idea what time it is?” I asked.

“No, my phone’s still out with my stuff in the gym,” Hannah answered.

“Me too,” Genevieve added.

I went to grab a towel and wrap up so I could retrieve them, but both ladies interjected and told me it was unnecessary.

I shrugged in agreement and pushed through the secret door. Three wide grins met me and my naked form as I found out that the gym was not as empty as I had assumed.

“Sounds like you know what you’re doing in there. When’s our turn in the sauna?” one of them asked as all three of their eyes dropped to my crotch. I felt my dick twitch as it began to harden once again.

The AΠΓ Sorority House

Chapter 4: Post-Derby Delights

I woke up the next morning alone in my bed. Naked. I grabbed my phone. 9:53 AM. I never slept this late. Luckily, my first final wasn’t until that afternoon so I still had some time before I had to be there.

As I came to my senses, I realized I could hear my bathroom shower running. Who could be in there? I looked down at myself and initially thought that I was covered in bruises all over my groin and lower abs. After a moment of panic, I remembered the events of the past evening and realized that the multicolored skin was just an effect of the lipsticked mouths that had been all over me.

I savored the pleasure of those memories for a minute and relived the lipstick derby and then the after-party on this bed with Stephanie, Nicole, and Lexi. I felt my dick start to harden at the memory and went to touch myself to relieve the pressure when I remembered it was against the rules. I sighed in frustration as I tried to plan out my day.

30 minutes of exercise. 30 minutes of meditation. 30 minutes of community time. And available by 9pm for the sorority.

Those were my house rules. Then, there was my final this afternoon and that paper that I had due tomorrow. Two more finals later in the week as well as one more final project to finish. I wasn’t too worried about any of them, but I would need to be diligent in how I used my time considering the new time restraints I was still adjusting to.

I decided that I would shower, eat, go to the sanctuary garden to meditate, and then head to campus to get ready for my exam. Later I could work out and spend time with the ladies during dinner for community time. But what was I going to do about the person in my bathroom?

Just as the thought crossed my mind, I heard the water turn off. Thank god. I really had to pee, too.

A minute later, the beautiful Melanie emerged from my bathroom.

“Oh my! That looks uncomfortable!” she yelped, her eyes immediately drawn to my rigid member.

“It’s just the lipstick from last night,” I tried to reassure her.

“Oh, I know about the coloring. I meant the boner; I know you’re not allowed to take care of that yourself.”

The attention that she was giving to it only made throb even harder. “Oh … um. Yeah. It is a bit uncomfortable.” I hoped that she was alluding to giving me some assistance.

“I’d help, but I’ve got a final in half an hour. Good luck,” she said with a curt smile as she trailed down the stairs, her towel taut across her beautiful behind as she went. Well, that didn’t help my erection.

At least I’ve got the shower to help calm me down.

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I made it through my final okay. Not my best effort, but I had a high enough grade going into it that I didn’t have to be perfect in order to get an A in the class. Afterward, I stopped by the on-campus library for a while, as I wasn’t sure that I would be able to focus well enough at the sorority house to actually get my last philosophy assignment done.

By the time late afternoon rolled around, I was able to submit the paper on Nicomachean Ethics, hopeful that it would be worthy enough to bump me up from the B+ I was sitting at. I made my way back to the house, looking forward to a good workout and then dinner with the sisters.

I went upstairs to change, and remembered that I was supposed to be going commando. I usually liked things nice and tight to my body while I was working out so my dick and balls weren’t swinging about wildly. First time for everything, I guess.

I got a bit lost on my way to the gym (this house was so big!), but once I finally located it, I found that I would not be working out alone. Two other women were already there, each using stair machines and having a lively conversation between the two of them. I was sure that I had met them, but I couldn’t recall their names.

My usual routine was to run a couple of miles to warm up and then get into some weight training, and I didn’t mind at all that the treadmills were set up right behind the two stair masters. I turned on the machine and set off at my normal pace, my dick bouncing around uncomfortably in my loose shorts. The sound was enough for the two ladies to notice me. They peeked over their shoulders and giggled as their voices dropped to a whisper that I couldn’t hear.

I tried to be polite and not watch, but it was difficult with both of their sculpted asses in my face. Each stair popped out their cheeks in a way that was delicious and it was evident that they must spend quite a bit of time in here. Their athletic shorts perfectly accented their plump cheeks. One in black and one in white. It almost seemed like they were intentionally showing off for me, but I could have been imagining it.

Their voices returned to normal volume and I could hear them move on to other topics—what was left of finals week, summer travel plans, and how annoyed they were with Danni for rejected her prize of winning the deep lipstick derby.

Throughout all this, my dick continued to grow in my shorts as I tried to think about less interesting topics, but it was of little use. You would think that the cardio would have my heart diverting blood to other areas, but apparently not. By the time I finished two miles, my erection was more pronounced than ever. I decided that it was pointless to be embarrassed—these two had both watched me get sucked off by eight different women the night before anyway. Presumably, they wouldn’t mind the show.

I moved over to the free weights and started on the next part of my workout — it was leg day. The gym in the house was actually pretty well equipped and set up; it had everything I needed.

I was in the middle of my first set of squats, my dick still straining against the material of my shorts, when I noticed the ladies finish on the stair machines and move over to the mats. Through the reflection in the wall-sized studio mirror, I could see their giggling glances continue, but they did not interrupt me. They settled on the ground and began doing core exercises. I enjoyed seeing the sets of twists, turns, and other poses that had given them the tight abs so well-displayed between their tiny shorts and the sports bras above. Despite the giggling, they clearly took their fitness seriously.

I was able to work through my own routine as they completed theirs, finally regaining some sense of focus and flaccidity. By the time the ladies were doing their finishing stretches, I was on my last set and I had worked up quite a sweat.

“Good workout, Jack?” one of them called over to me as I re-racked my weights.

“Yeah, it’s a really nice set-up in here … err … sorry. I can’t quite remember your names.”

“Don’t sweat it — you’ve met so many of us. I’m Hannah and this is Genevieve.” They each stuck out their hands to shake mine as they remained sitting on the floor. Although my dick had calmed down a bit, I was still conscious of the imprint coming through my underwear-less shorts now directly at their eye level.

Hannah was a short dark-skinned Asian woman with shoulder-length black hair. Her black matching set left little to the imagination as her sweat made it cling to her skin. Genevieve was a tall red-head with adorable freckles adorning her beautiful face. Green eyes watched me like they had a secret they didn’t want to give up. Her white shorts and top almost became see through with her body’s moisture. It took all I had to avoid dropping my gaze to the cleavage busting through both of their sports bras as I looked down at them.

“Yeah, we’re spoiled here. Have you checked out the sauna yet?” Genevieve asked.

“There’s a sauna in here?! This place has everything!” I exclaimed. Some time in a sauna sounded like exactly what I needed after the stress of this week and the sweat I had worked up in here.

“Yep! We’re just about done going to head in there next. Want us to show you?” Hannah asked, the hint of a devious smile spreading across her face.

“Yeah, That sounds great. Thanks!” I said eagerly, grabbing my workout towel and water bottle as they stood up and gathered their things.

“Right through here,” Genevieve said, leading us to the corner of the gym space, but as far as I could tell, there was no exit that way. I stood there confused as she pushed on a spot in the mirror. To my surprise it swung towards us.

“It’s a secret door!” Hannah said excitedly as she enjoyed the look of shock on my face before following Genevieve through the opened mirror panel. Sure enough, as I walked through the secret passageway, warmth hit me in the face and I found a moderately sized sauna that could probably fit at least eight to ten people with two-tiered benches along three of its walls. A neat basket of towels sat near the heater that appeared to be on some sort of timer. I wondered what other secrets were held in this old house.

“We normally don’t wear clothes in here,” Genevieve said, looking at me with a sneaky grin as she reached for the hem of her white sports bar. “That okay with you?”

Before I could even respond, each of her tits dropped from the restraint of their fabric cage. They were perfect orbs with delightful pink areolae and nipples, one of which was pierced. My cock jumped again in my shorts as I tried to respond intelligibly. “Umm … yeah …. whatever you guys normally do,” I muttered as I watched Hannah grab at her own top and pull it up over her head. Heavy breasts fell out, both with large dark areolae. I felt myself salivate at the view before me.

But they were not done. They glanced each other and both let out a little giggle as they simultaneously grabbed at the waistbands of their tiny exercise shorts and bent over, pulling them to their ankles and kicking them off. My breath caught as I realized neither of them were wearing underwear. Genevieve had a little patch of red pubic hair while Hannah was complete shaved. Fuck, they were sexy.

It took me a second to realize they were waiting for me while I had been lasciviously eyeing their incredible figures. “You gonna join us, or what?” Hannah asked.

“Yeah. Right,” I sputtered. I peeled off my sweaty shirt as they sat down on the long bench and waited for my grand reveal. Their legs parted and their folds came into view, coaxing me to join them.

I reached for the waistband of my shorts and followed the two women into nudity. Finally released from its own imprisoning fabric, my cock stood proudly jutting away from my hips. The sensation of relief alone was immense.

“Ow owww! Big dick in the house!” Genevieve hooted with a laugh, causing Hannah to break out into giggles as well. Slight embarrassment came over me, but I was slowly learning how to navigate my role as sole resident male—these were the sort of comments I would just have to get used to.

I sat down across from them and enjoyed the warm cedar against my ass and back. The tension from my muscles and the stress of finals immediately started to melt away.

“So, Jack, how’s it been as our new Live-In so far?” Hannah asked.

“Honestly, fucking incredible. Truly a dream come true,” I answered truthfully.

“Yeah, I bet. I’m guessing you didn’t have half a dozen women gagging on your cock at your old place,” Genevieve said with a smile.

“Plus, he got to fuck Stephanie, Nicole, and Lexi last night, too!” Hannah added. I should have guessed that there the gossip moved quickly in this place.

“Yeah, it’s true. And never sat naked in a sauna with two of the sexiest women I’ve ever seen either,” I added.

“Cheers to that,” Hannah said as she fist-bumped Genevieve. Despite the sexual (and physical) temperature in the sauna, our conversation moved on to more mundane topics and my cock finally started to soften slightly, despite my eyes continuously roving across their gorgeous sweaty figures. I asked them about their majors (poli-sci for Genevieve and business for Hannah), their hobbies (hiking, drawing, and rock climbing), and who they were tight with in the house (mainly ones I hadn’t gotten acquainted with yet—Emily, Teresa, and Natalie).

One question had been itching at the back of my brain ever since I moved in, but I had been too afraid to ask until now. “So what was your last Live-In like?” I asked.

“You sure you want to know?” Genevieve replied warily. Her tone shifted quickly.

“Is there a reason I shouldn’t?” I asked, now entirely unsure.

“Well, he’s just … a lot. I don’t want you to feel self-conscious.”

“Ha. Now I’m both scared and feel like I need to know even more.” I could feel my heart rate picking up in nervousness.

“Okay if you’re sure,” Hannah said. “While he lived here, as a person he was … fine. Sometimes he would get on our nerves a bit—he wasn’t the cleanest—but he was alright to hang around with. As a lover though, he was genuinely unbelievable. His dick was definitely a bit smaller than yours, but the things he could do with it were truly divine.” Her eyes seemed to drift off to somewhere in the past.

“And god, his fingers, and tongue, and even his toes … I’m getting goosebumps just remembering,” Genevieve added with a shiver, despite the warmth in the room. Did she say … toes?

Clearly I did have some big shoes to fill. Would I stack up? Maybe I shouldn’t have asked.

“So what happened to him? How come he didn’t come back this summer?” I asked.

Genevieve explained, “Well, when the fall semester rolled around and his stint as the live-in was over, he moved into a new apartment with his buddies, so that meant he was fair game to date anyone he chose. And he chose Danni. It caused a lot of issues in the house.”

“Oh, right I heard that didn’t go well,” I replied.

“Yeah, she wasn’t the only one interested in Marcus. So that led to a lot of issues in the sorority. And then … Marcus cheated on her with another sister.”

“No fucking way!” I exclaimed in shock. “Does she still live here?”

“No, she left the sorority. It was a big, big thing this year. We considered not even having a live-in this summer because of all that.”

“Wow. That’s crazy,” I said, taken aback. The sauna went silent for a minute as I processed what I had just learned. I guess even if I wasn’t as much of a master in the sack as Marcus, I knew that I’d never cheat on anyone. That made me feel a little bit better.

Breaking me out of my reflections and trying to cheer up the mood, Hannah chimed in, “But we’re glad that you’re here! And I, personally, think you’re hotter than Marcus. I was bummed I missed out on getting to taste you last night.”

“Oh, really? Why didn’t you enter the derby then?”

“It’s a lot of pressure to be up there and try to show off your skills. Plus, I’m more of a small-group girlie,” she said with a smirk.

“My sentiments, exactly,” Genevieve agreed. My cock twitched and quickly started to stiffen again at the compliments.

“Why don’t you bring that big old thing on over here and we can show you our skills in a more private environment,” Hannah teased as they created a gap between them on the bench. I didn’t waste any time before I waddled over to them, my now-erect member uncomfortably bouncing from one thigh to the other with each step.

“It’s even bigger up close!” Hannah said as I plopped down in between them. They both leaned their faces down close to my crotch to take in the view.

Genevieve wrapped her hand around the base of my shaft, not quite getting it around my circumference. “No kidding! Where the hell did Stephanie pluck you from?! What a find!”

Hannah’s fingers traced along my head, which was purple, swollen, and absolutely begging for attention. She slid it down until her knuckles connected with Genevieve’s, and then she added her other hand as well. Their manicured nails bejeweling my member as my tip still peeked out from their grip.

That little bit of dick was too much for Hannah to resist, and she lowered her head to lick it. “A little salty. I kinda like it,” she said with a giggle as she removed her top hand and started to take me into her mouth. I groaned involuntarily, responding to the sensation of her tongue sliding around in the most arousing way.

Meanwhile, Genevieve had let go of my shaft and brought her face back up to mine. She planted her lips on mine, her tongue quickly darting into my mouth. She tasted wonderfully like mint. Her hand gripped around my wrist and guided it towards her lovely chest. I took her boob in my palm and appreciated its softness and its weight. I couldn’t help but kiss my way down her neck until my lips and then my tongue found her nipple. I sensed the salt from her sweat lingering on her skin as she purred in approval.

My fingers slithered their way down her taut abs, her legs parting in invitation. I felt the rough texture of her tidy red hair before making purchase on her wet slit. She groaned as I gently traced her along her puffy outer lips, slick with sweat and other juices. I teased her hole with a fingertip, lightly caressed her clit, and then cautiously entered her. She pulled my face deeper into her chest as I continued to work my tongue on her nipple in tandem with my finger in her pussy.

Hannah’s oral assault on my dick had not let up. I could feel the saliva from her sloppy work dripping down my length and around my balls. Then, suddenly, with a little *pop* I felt her release me.

I disappointingly pulled my mouth away from Genevieve’s delightful tit and looked down at Hannah to see what was going on.

“I have GOT TO ride this thing. Can I?” she pleaded wantonly, drool running down her chin from her fine work.

“By all means,” I replied, excited by the opportunity. Then, to Genevieve I added, “And I’d like to taste this pussy. Think you can hop up here and sit on my face?”

Her face widened into a smirk> “I think I should be able to figure it out.”

Hannah stood up and turned away from me, pushing her ass back as she split my legs. She reached behind her to grab my shaft as she lined me up with her waiting pussy. Her clit rubbed along my head and I could feel just how moist she was before she lowered her weight down onto me and I slid in.

“Ohhhhh,” I groaned as I felt the grip of her vagina slowly descending down my shaft.

“God, you’re big,” she gasped, her pussy gradually stretching to accommodate my size. With only a few inches in, she paused, waiting for her body to catch up to the adjustment.

After a moment, she was ready to continue, eventually taking me all the way in to the hilt.

“Fuckkkkk I’m so fullll,” she sighed, perched atop my dick. I grabbed at her beautiful cheeks and felt their perfect tone as she lifted herself back up until her lips gripped just the head.

While she plunged back down on me, Genevieve requested, “Tip your head back, I need that tongue on me.”

I stretched my neck so that the back of my head rested flat on the upper bench. She positioned two towels on either side of my ears for comfort and then got up on her knees with her feet dangling off the bench near my shoulders. I enjoyed the view as her hairy pussy lowered down onto my face, ready to use me as her saddle until she came.

Her lips met mine and she pressed down onto me. The tangy, salty flavor was divine. My tongue traced around her as she groaned in pleasure. I licked along her opening until I landed on her clit, causing her to groan even louder. We fell into a good rhythm as she gyrated on me more and more aggressively. I was helping to service her, but I was fully aware that she was in control.

This meant that I could return my attention to Hannah’s energetic bouncing on my dick without breaking Genevieve’s flow. I could sense Hannah’s fingers down in between our legs, alternating between playing with her clit and massaging my balls. With each progressive drop, she yelped and I could tell that she was working herself up close to orgasm.

Both women were using me as the mere vessel of their pleasure, an object for their satisfaction, and I was more than okay with it. The sounds of their joyous vocalizations echoed in the small, sweaty room as our bodies pieced together in most perfect slippery amalgamation.

I felt Hannah’s pace increase even further, her breath ragged as each drop became more and more forceful. “I’m gonna come,” she huffed desperately. Suddenly, she slammed down onto me with all her might and I felt her pussy clench around my member.

“FUUUUUUUUCKK!!” she screamed as her orgasm ripped through her. The walls of her vagina pulsed also my length, her heading falling back against my chest as her feet lifted off the floor. Her body spasmed on top of me as she yelped unintelligibly, my dick still buried deep in her hairless snatch.

Suddenly I felt Genevieve start to pick up speed as the volume of her vocalizations grew. I could see that she was gripping the back of the upper bench with white knuckles as she bucked against my face like I was her rodeo bull.

“Oh! Oh! Oh! OH! OHHHHHHH!” she wailed, her clit grinding against me in a flurry of motion as she climaxed. She reached down to grab my hair with both hands as she held me against her. Her legs began to shake around my head, her climax overwhelming her. Everything went quiet as her thighs became vibrating earmuffs and she rode the waves of pleasure for minute after minute.

Eventually, her grip on me loosened and she fell sideways onto the upper bench. “Fuck, that felt amazing,” she gasped with a silly grin on her face.

Finally recovered from her own orgasm, Hannah went to stand up and my dick fell out of her with a heavy thud as it hit the bench below. “I think we’ll be forgetting about Marcus quite soon,” she said with a beaming smile. “That was wonderful.”

“We still need to make him come though, and I want to feel his big log inside me,” Genevieve said, speaking to Hannah as if I wasn’t even there, which I was entirely fine with. “You ready to fuck me, Jack?” Genevieve asked as she looked deep into my eyes. She slid down to the lower bench and got to her knees on her makeshift cushions, presenting her ass to me like the prize that it was.

I stood and lined myself up behind her, allowing my actions to answer her question. I teased my head around her clit and she ordered, “Don’t make me wait. Put it in!”

Obliging, I pushed in with firm pressure. I could still feel her stretching around my girth, but she was not nearly as tight as Hannah had been, perhaps because she had already come. “Yesssss,” she growled as I felt her lips grip around the very base of my shaft. It felt so good, I already knew I wouldn’t last long.

I grabbed her hips and began sliding myself out until just the tip remained inside, then forcefully re-entered her. She pushed her ass back to meet me as my cock reached its depth. Our sweaty bodies glistened as we locked together like perfect, moist puzzle pieces.

“Fuckkkk,” I groaned. Our bodies worked in synchronized perfection as we harmoniously thrust in opposite directions again, and again, and again, and again. The sound of my hips meeting her ass echoed in the little room.

I looked up to see Hannah on the upper bench, quite close to Genevieve’s head, with her hand back between her legs, playing with her beautiful tanned pussy. It made me even more aroused and I slammed into Genevieve with further might, plowing into her with all the force I could muster. Each repetition causing her to moan, groan, or yip as I bottomed out.

I started to feel a tightness in my balls and I knew I was on my way to ecstasy. “I’m getting close. Where should I come?” I panted.

“Me too! Don’t you fucking stop! Come inside me! Fill me up!” she gasped in between her hungry groans of pleasure.

Sure enough, one stroke later I felt her pussy start to spasm around my cock as she squealed, “OH GODDDDDDD!”

I followed her lead into paradise as my own orgasm hit me two pumps later. I buried myself inside of her as deep as I could possibly go and began unloading, my cum blasting into her pulsing cunt with unfettered enthusiasm. With each spurt, a surge of pleasure raced through my body, my whole body twitching in response to the sensation.

Realizing I had been holding my breath since I had started orgasming, I finally exhaled again, releasing another shiver of splendor starting at my cock and rippling throughout my entire being.

It could have been seconds or hours before my dick finished unloading into Genevieve—I couldn’t tell. But when it did finally stop, I sighed heavily and pulled back out of her, my penis already sad to leave its newfound home behind. I watched my cum dribble out of her and flow down the insides of her thighs.

As I exited, Genevieve shook with a final wave of pleasure. “Holy fuck that’s good cock,” she groaned, turning and dropping into a heap on the bench.

“Isn’t it?!” Hannah agreed. I assumed that she must have climaxed along with us as she was also resting now in a post-orgasmic heap on the upper bench, her limbs limply dangling in complete relaxation.

I fell on a bench as well, my energy depleted by the exercises of the past hour. I realized that the timer on the heater must have run out long ago—although it was still warm in here, it wasn’t near the true sauna temperature it had been when we first entered. And thank god, because I probably wouldn’t have any liquid in my body left if it the heat had remained.

“Yeah, I don’t think the house will be thinking about Marcus for long,” Genevieve said several minutes later, finally starting to rise from her stupor.

“Who’s Marcus?” Hannah replied, making Genevieve laugh in response.

“Exactly. Any idea what time it is?” I asked.

“No, my phone’s still out with my stuff in the gym,” Hannah answered.

“Me too,” Genevieve added.

I went to grab a towel and wrap up so I could retrieve them, but both ladies interjected and told me it was unnecessary.

I shrugged in agreement and pushed through the secret door. Three wide grins met me and my naked form as I found out that the gym was not as empty as I had assumed.

“Sounds like you know what you’re doing in there. When’s our turn in the sauna?” one of them asked as all three pairs of eyes dropped to my crotch. I felt my dick twitch as it began to harden once again.

2/17 6:58 AM. It’s been a long week. And it’s only Tuesday. I take a break from journaling and look up. A woman wearing a puffy black jacket, a black pencil skirt, and black high heels walks into the coffee shop, despite the snow falling down outside. She’s quite pretty.

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3/10 7:01 AM. I try to surreptitiously break from my ritual to pensively stare out the large windows. Finally, a spring day.

“Kerry-Ann!” the barista yells, handing the cup to her. No puffy jacket today. A short-sleeve blouse reveals a full arm sleeve of tattoos. I try not to stare, though I’m intrigued about their content. She takes her coffee and leaves, her ass jiggling slightly inside her pencil skirt. I look around hoping nobody has seen me looking.

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3/31 6:55 AM. “Can I ask what you’re writing?” I look up in shock. It’s her. My breath catches in my throat, both because I can’t believe I hadn’t noticed her come in and because I can’t believe she’s speaking to me.

“Umm, excuse me?” I reply, caught off guard

“I see you every Tuesday morning, and you’re the only one in here. What’re you writing?”

I stumble on my words. “Oh … umm. Nothing much. Just … journaling.”

“Hmmm. A man of reflection. I like that.”

She grabs her coffee from the counter and stalks off, her heels clicking on the hard tile before she reaches the glass door. Why is it so hard not to watch her go?

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4/21 6:52 AM. Spring has fully sprung. A sleeveless blouse reveals her muscular arms, as well as a few more tattoos on her other shoulder. Pearly white teeth emerge from behind scarlet-tinted lips as she walks towards the counter, although I know that they haven’t called her name yet. I return the smile and am surprised when she turns towards me at the last moment. She sits down.

“I guess I was a little rude last time,” she says bluntly. “I’m Kerry-Ann.”

I’m in such disbelief that my brain is still not firing on all cylinders. “I know,” I reply.

“You know?” she asked, taken aback by the reply. Heat rises in my face at the stupidity.

“Well … they call your name when your drink is done. You know?” I say, trying to avoid being quite so creepy.

“Oh. Yeah. I guess. Just surprised you’d notice.” Her dark brown eyes rove over me. Observing. Assessing. Judging. Then the smile reappears. “So does the mysterious writer have a name?” Have I passed her test?

“I’m Manny,” I say, holding out my hand awkwardly.

She grips it firmly as she lifts an eyebrow. “It’s nice to meet you.”

I get the sense that she’s a woman that could hold her own in any room. The look, the attitude, the lack of caution in her eyes. She knows what she wants and how to get it.

With that, she gets up front the seat. “Well, mysterious Manny. I’m sure I’ll see you next week.”

“You can count on it.”

Coffee in hand, she turns to leave. Today, I notice more tattoos on her lower thigh. Tracing down towards her knees. What I wouldn’t give to trace them with my tongue.

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4/28 6:48 AM. “What time do you get here anyway? Do you hate sleep or something?” Today, her top is sleeved, but undone buttons reveal the crevice between her lovely tits. Did she leave them unbuttoned for work or for me? She slings herself into the seat across from me like we’re old friends. I notice the choker around her neck and consider the devilish things that could be done with such an accessory.

“Usually about 6:15. I actually love sleep, but I also know if I don’t get some of these things out of my head I don’t do so well. It’s part of how I stay healthy.”

“I see.” She again looks me over with that same assessing gaze that made me feel like I was naked, like I couldn’t hide anything if I wanted to. “And how long do you stay?”

“Usually about an hour. Until 7:15.”

“So now I’m interrupting the very middle of your ‘me time.’ My bad,” she says, though her tone is unapologetic.

“It’s a welcome interruption.”

“Is that so?” A sly grin creeps across her face. “And where do you go at 7:15?”

“I work at the hospital. I’m a physical therapist.” She nods politely. “And you?”

“I’m a lawyer—a firm downtown.” That fit with what I had seen. I’m sure she could command a courtroom like a pastor on Easter Sunday.

“A powerful woman. I like that.”

Her eyes appraise me again. “I’ll bet you do,” she murmurs, and it’s unclear to me if I was meant to hear it. “Well, have a good day. See you next Tuesday?”

“I’ll be here,” I say with a smile, already excited to see her again. This time I don’t hide it as I enjoy watching her ass as she struts out, imagining my cock sliding between those plump cheeks.

5/5 6:29 AM. A book slams on the table in front of me and I startle in shock. A cackle hits my ears like a sweet melody, despite my state of surprise.

“Bet you didn’t think you’d see me this early!” Kerry-Ann teases as she drops into the chair across from me. Before I can answer, she continues, “I thought I’d join you. My therapist says I should spend a little more time with my ‘inner world’ or some shit.” I now realize the book that had landed on the table was an intricately decorated journal, not one you’d find on the shelves at any chain bookstore.

“Be my guest,” I reply, trying to hide my excitement about her arrival and interest. As she grabs her coffee from the counter.

She slides into her seat and cracks open her diary to the first page. I notice that it doesn’t have a single thing written in it yet. She clicks her pen a couple times, looking around at the nearly-empty coffee shop. I try to return to my own writing, but it’s no use really—my mind is elsewhere.

“So…now what?” she asks.

“What do you mean?”

“Like … what am I supposed to write about?”

“That’s the beauty of it. You can write whatever you want.”

“What if I don’t know what I want?”

“I bet that doesn’t happen often.”

“You’d be right about that,” she snapped with a raised eyebrow. “But I’m not sure what I want right now.”

“Hmmm. Well, you could start by just writing about your week. Or interesting conversations that you had. Or people that you met. Just write about anything on your mind, you’ll figure out your rhythm.”

“Hmmm … Okay ….” She clicks her pen again and actually gets to writing. I return to my own.

Twenty minutes passes and I look up to see that she has filled a couple pages. She’s peering at me like a mountain lion stalking its prey. Waiting to make her move.

“How’s it going?” I ask, meeting her gaze.

“I think I figured it out. I’m going to read some to you.” It wasn’t a question or request. Rather, a simple statement of fact.

“Oh. Ok,” I reply in surprise.

She clears her throat and begins:

I met a man at the coffee shop. He thinks I have not noticed the way that he looks at me, but I do. In the reflection of the windows, I see him watch my butt as I leave. He stares at my tattoos as if trying to decode them like a puzzle. I get attention from others, but his is electrifying in a certain way.

I keep glancing back at him. Seeing his fit frame and bright blue eyes. I wonder what is underneath his tidy attire. I imagine his cock. He seems like a man who has plenty to offer. I think about wrapping my hands around it in the back of my Bronco in the parking lot. Tasting it and draining him only once I say he’s allowed to release. He’ll go to work with my lipstick staining his shaft.

I feel myself pale in embarrassment as I look around, seeing if anyone heard her, but I seem to be her lone audience.

“So am I doing it right?” she asks seductively.

“If that’s what’s on your mind,” I reply, trying to regain my confidence. I feel my hardness straining against the material of my pants as I cross my legs.

She leans across the table so that her mouth is only inches from my ear. She whispers, “It is. Actually both this morning … and last night while I was touching myself.”

I open my mouth to speak, but find that I don’t have any words. She’s left me speechless.

“Anyway, gotta run. Same time next week?” she asks as if we were finishing a perfectly normal conversation.

“Umm … uh. Yeah, of course,” I say, still flustered.

I watch her leave and yearn for her imaginings to come true.

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5/12 6:24 AM. Today, I’m waiting for her. I arrive earlier than normal and am barely able to write as I look up at the door every few seconds, eager for her lovely visage to enter. Finally she comes.

She wears a long-sleeve blouse, a thick choker, and a cross necklace. Her lips crack into a smile at me as she enters, power and control flowing from her. She grabs her coffee from the counter without saying a word to me. I’m desperate for her attention though, and couldn’t hide it if I wanted to.

Finally, she approaches. “You ready? We have forty minutes,” she asks, one eyebrow raised in teasing anticipation.

“Ready for what?” I reply innocently.

“You’ll see,” she sings and immediately turns to leave. I scramble to grab my things as I follow several steps behind her.

Her Bronco is parked in the far corner of the lot. To no surprise, it is painted black with aggressively tinted windows. She holds open the rear passenger-side door for me as I finally catch up to her.

“Get in,” she orders. I can’t imagine defying her request. I hop in the back of her SUV and she follows me inside. The front passenger seat had been pushed all the way forward — she prepared for this. She grabs me by the back of my neck and plants her lips on mine. Her tongue is in my mouth. Her hands run through my hair as she presses her face to mine. This kiss had been weeks coming, and the passion of it fuels its intensity.

I excitedly reach for my belt buckle, anticipating the moment we could live out the story she had written the week previous. I had stroked myself every night thinking about her dark lipstick smudged along my shaft as I would go about my day. But I was wrong.

“I want you to taste me,” she requests, leaning back in the seat and sliding her pencil skirt up her muscular tattooed thighs.

“Gladly,” I reply, excited for the opportunity to please. My tongue is perhaps my best asset.

I quickly learn that she was so prepared that she had not even worn underwear today. Or maybe that is true for her everyday. It briefly crosses my mind that I barely know anything about this gorgeous woman before me.

She keeps her pussy well manicured with a tight patch of hair. Inner lips extend down in the most delicious looking way. I can’t wait any longer.

I lean forward and kiss down the insides of her inked thighs, feeling the solidity of their mass. Her soft skin welcome my lips and I finally get the chance to trace the lines of her tattoos guiding me towards her sweetness. Finally I reach home.

I place my lips around her clit, resting my tongue there without overstimulating her too quickly. She moans softly as I taste her. Her fingers thread through my hair and she grabs the back of my head, pulling me deeper into her delightful folds.

I guide my tongue down between her lips. Splitting them releases a dam of wetness that begins leaking from her bright pink hole. I am enrapt by her taste and musky scent as I suck gently on her labia.

She guides my mouth back up to her clit where I begin encircling her hooded pleasure center. She moans again, louder now as I slide a finger into her vagina. It goes in easily as I can feel her body respond to its entrance. I look up to see that one of her hands is under her shirt now, pinching and massaging her tits as her eyes close in pleasure.

“Fuckkk yes,” she groans as I add a second finger and stimulate the bumpy front wall of her pussy. I fall into a rhythm now as my fingers and tongue work in tandem, matching the tempo of her hips grinding into my mouth.

Her noises grow more intense, more aggressive. “Oh! Oh! Ohhhh!” she whines as I continue to work her, maintaining pressure and pace.

“Right there! Yes! Yes! YESSSSS!” she wails as she is sent over her edge. I feel her vagina contact around my fingers as her legs clamp shut around my head, her muscles tensing involuntarily. With each light wiggle of my finger tips, she is sent into another spasm as the waves of her orgasm continue to overwhelm her.

I pull my tongue away finally and remove my fingers from her hole, eliciting yet another shiver of sensation through her. I feel her wetness all over my face as even more liquid follows my fingers from her convulsing pussy.

As her orgasm gradually fades, her legs start to relax and I am released from their grip.

“Damn that felt good. You’ve got some skills. How did I taste?” she gasps as she pulls my face up to hers and kisses me, uncaring of her juices still basting my face.

“Quite delectable. I’d love a second helping,” I reply, hopeful.

“I’m sure you do. But first, it’s your turn.” A devilish grin spreads across her face. “Pants off. Now,” she instructs.

I lean back in the seat and shimmy them off. I have difficulty getting the material over my throbbing member, which is now hard as ever.

I finally get them down to my ankles. “Very nice,” she says with a smile as she eyes my dick.

She leans forward and massages my balls with one hand while gripping my shaft with the other. She slides her hand up to thumb my tip, spreading precum across it for lubrication. She spits on it and looks back up at me as she begins pumping me in earnest.

The excitement of the situation meant that I am already well on my way to coming, even before I dropped my pants.

“You like that?” she teases as my breath starts to shallow and I can feel my balls tightening. I can feel my orgasm impending.

“I’m close,” I groan, starting to feel that familiar sense of desperation.

Her stroking slows as an evil look grows in her eyes. “You wanna cum?”

“Fuck yes,” I gasp.

“Say please,” she orders.

“Please make me cum,” I beg. I’m so close now. I want to blow more than anything in the world.

“Louder,” she replies, still refusing to take me there.

“Please. Please. PLEASE make me cum!” I achingly implore.

“Good boy,” she says, both hands on my shaft picking up speed again. “Now cum for me,” she demands.

One stroke later I feel the surge coming up from my balls. “Oh fuck! I’m cominggggg.”

She points my dick up at my chest and I start to blow my load all over my own shirt. I’m so pent up that one shot even hits me in the chin. The sensation is overwhelming and I feel my body jerk unintentionally. With every spurt of semen, a new wave of pleasure ripples through me. Finally, I am out of juice.

I look down to see her hands, and my torso covered in my seed.

“That’s quite a load,” she says excitedly, lifting her hands to her mouth. She licks along her fingertips, tasting my cum. “And quite tasty, too.”

“God damn that felt good,” I groan. My breath is finally regulating.

She leans up to kiss me, although I notice she’s careful not to let her shirt touch my soaked one. Then, her tongue snakes down to my chin as she retrieves the globule of cum still sticking there.

“Mhmmm,” she teases. “I hope this is not the last time I get a taste.”

“I certainly hope not,” I reply eagerly.

“But for now, we have to go to work. Get out,” she orders bluntly.

“Oh … right.” Work had been the furthest thing from my mind. I pull up my pants as she smooths her clothes out and pulls the hem of her skirt back down.

“Same time next week?” I ask, hopeful.

“We’ll see,” she says as she kisses me one last time before pushing me out of her back seat.

Still in a daze, I wander back to my car. What would I do with my sticky shirt? I couldn’t possibly go to work covered in my own cum.

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5/19 7:10AM. No sign of Kerry-Ann today. Did I scare her away? Is she okay? I worry about what might have happened. Did I fuck this up?

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5/26 6:20 AM. I am just settling into my seat, coffee in hand and anxious about whether I will get to see her today, when I look up. Thank God. There she is. She’s wearing a sexy crop top and short skirt, looking as gorgeous as ever as she walks through the glass doors.

She barely steps into the coffee shop. “You’re not going to work today. Let’s go,” she orders before turning around and walking right back out.

I stand up so fast that my chair falls over as I chase her out of the shop.

Chapter 3: The Deep Lipstick Derby

Stephanie grabbed my hand excitedly, pulling me close to her. She didn’t seem to care that she hadn’t technically won the AΠΓ Deep Lipstick Derby, but just that she was going to be able to enjoy time with me. As deflated as I had felt a moment previous when Danni voiced her disgust towards me, Stephanie’s enthusiasm buoyed me.

“One second,” she whispered in my ear as she drifted back over to (most of) the other competitors who were standing in a circle off to the side of the stage.

Maria, our emcee for the evening, approached me. “Sorry about Danni. She’s been a real bitch lately. She dated the last Live-In briefly and I think it ended on pretty bad terms. Not been the same ever since.”

“That’s okay,” I replied. “Maybe she’ll come around eventually.”

“Anyway, what did you think of our derby? Feeling more welcomed to the house?” the tanned Latina asked with a devilish grin.

“Definitely! That was fucking amazing!”

“Well, I have to admit, I was bummed I wasn’t in the running for a night with you. But I’m sure we’ll have our chance,” she said with a wink.

Stephanie reappeared with Lexi and Nicole at her side. “Sooooo, we were thinking. Since none of us technically won, I asked the ladies if anyone else wanted to join us tonight. The others had to get ready for finals tomorrow, but Lexi and Nicole said they were interested. You think you can handle all three of us?”

“The question is do you think you three can handle me?” I shot back with a confidence that wasn’t quite authentic. I had never had three women at once before, let alone three as gorgeous as Stephanie, Lexi, and Nicole.

“Oho, cheeky!” Lexi said. “He’ll pay for that. Let’s go find out what he’s actually capable of ladies.” She grabbed my still-rigid lipstick-covered cock and set off for the stairs, the other two women following closely behind.

Lexi led us up the many flights of stairs until we all fell into my new king-size bed, needing a minute to catch our breath. “I can’t wait to get that tongue back on my pussy,” Lexi said once we had all taken a moment to rest. “You made me feel so fucking good down there.”

“Well I want another round of his dick in my mouth,” Nicole joined. “I was so nervous to go first in the derby that my attempt was absolutely pitiful. Jack, I promise I’m a better cock-sucker than what you saw,” she said earnestly, although I couldn’t imagine why she’d care that much about my opinion on the matter.

“I believe you, Nicole. Don’t sweat it,” I attempted, consolingly.

“Please let me prove it to you,” she begged with an entirely unnecessary desperation. It finally occurred to me that she might be getting turned on by this power dynamic.

I tested my hypothesis. “You want this dick, Nicole?”

“Yes, please, daddy,” she replied meekly. I had never been called “daddy” before, but I was into it.

I sat up on the edge of the bed and spread my legs. “Prove it to me,” I ordered. Nicole quickly fell to the floor and took me in her mouth. It was true that she did have more to offer than I had seen earlier. Her mouth felt quite good slathering up my dick, a new layer of forest green lipstick transferring to my shaft.

Lexi remained reclined on the bed, taking it all in while Stephanie sidled up next to me. “Kiss me,” she requested. I turned towards the brunette and my lips met hers. Her hands started to glide along my torso. I wouldn’t say that I was chiseled, but there were muscles there, and her fingertips traced along their outlines.

My hands explored Stephanie’s curves, reaching around her back and guiding my hands down her spine.

“Why don’t we take this off?” she asked, gesturing to her bra with a coy smile. I eagerly grabbed at the clasp on her back and popped the frilly pink bra open smoothly. The garment fell to the floor and I beheld Stephanie’s beautiful tits for the first time. They were not enormous, but big enough I knew that I could get lost in the crevasse between them. I took them in each of my palms, feeling the soft, supple texture of the skin. They were heavenly.

“Hey, what about me?” Nicole squeaked from down below us. Her work on my cock had been meditative as she kept me excited without sending me overboard. There was no hurry tonight.

“Yes, your tits look lovely too. Why don’t you take off your bra and wrap them around my cock,” I instructed. Nicole lit up at the order as she popped off the green bra quickly to reveal breasts that were equally as lovely as Stephanie’s, if not just a tad larger. She got to work wrapping them around my member and sliding them up and down, vibrant lipstick colors smearing along her tender flesh. Every time my tip emerged from between them, her tongue gave it a little lick.

“You want to join the—“ I started to ask Lexi as I turned towards her. But she was already fully naked and had propped herself up against the headboard of the large bed. Her legs were splayed out wide as her fingers played with her dark pussy. Moaning softly, she appeared to be lost in her own world. Stephanie, Nicole, and I all laughed in unison at the sight.

“I think I’m ready to ride this cock,” Stephanie said, standing up and peeling down her racy thong. “Ever since Kendra’s report, I’ve been aching to having you inside me.”

“Fuck, yes. But I think we should get rid of some of the lipstick first. We don’t want that inside of you,” I suggested. As Stephanie nodded, I ordered, “Nicole, go get a wash cloth from the bathroom and clean up my dick.”

“Yes, daddy!” She hopped up without hesitation and scuttled off towards the bathroom. I moved my mouth down towards Stephanie’s lovely boobs, taking an erect nipple into my mouth. I sucked gently to the sounds of Stephanie’s quiet humming as I felt a warm cloth wrap around my shaft and begin pumping up and down.

“All clean!” Nicole announced after a moment, joining us on the bed.

“Just lie back and let me show you a whole new world,” Stephanie said. I followed her command as I reclined, my feet still planted on the floor. She turned away for me and backed up, her bubbly ass hovering above my erect member.

“Don’t we need a condom?” I asked, Reason joining the party for the first time in a while.

“Nope. Remember all those questions we asked you about sexual partners and testing? Well we all have to go through the same thing and in order to live here, we agree to remain on birth control,” Nicole answered while Stephanie teased her wet slit along my tip. “It just makes it stress free.”

Without waiting a beat longer, Stephanie sunk her weight down onto me. My cock slid between her folds as she exclaimed, “OH Goddddddddd.”

Only able to take half of it on her first go, she lifted herself off before dropping back down. “Ohhhhhh,” she gasped, this time taking more of me inside of her. Her pussy gripped and massaged me inside of her; it felt amazing.

Finally, on the third attempt, aided by a little jump, she was able to grind herself all the way down to the base of my cock, groaning as each inch progressively entered her.

“Fuckkk, you feel good,” Stephanie groaned as she lifted herself back up before slamming her ass back down to my thighs, starting to work up a rhythm.

“This seat taken?” Stephanie’s vocalizations must have awoken Lexi from her pleasurable stupor. With all my attention on my cock, I had not even realized that she had crawled up next to me and was getting ready to mount my face.

“Reserved for you,” I answered with a little grin. Lexi quickly lifted her leg and straddled me, facing away from Stephanie and towards the headboard. Her wetness dripped down onto my chin as I licked along her slit and up to her clit.

She did not seem to be in a patient mood as she quickly began grinding her mound into my tongue, matching the rhythm of Stephanie’s energetic bounces on my crotch. The sensation of both women on me at the same time was almost too much to bear.

Lexi reached down to grab my hair as she rode, using it like a saddle horn for balance and leverage. She had clearly already done the vast majority of the leg work with her own fingers, because she was soon moaning and groaning on the precipice of her second climax of the night. Her bucking grew more and more wild as both my hips and my face felt the crescendoing power of pussies gyrating on me with metronomic regularity.

Four beats later, harmonious cries came from the women as they both forced themselves down on me with all their might. Their orgasms overwhelming them, their legs gripped around me. Crushing my hips, my ears, my skull.

If I hadn’t been so focused on Lexi’s pleasure, Stephanie would have made me come too, but I was actually glad I had more left in the tank. I had not forgotten about poor Nicole. Lexi slid off of me and crumpled into the pile of pillows in an exhausted heap as Stephanie dropped onto the bed next to me, my cock making a slurping sound as it released out of her.

I looked over to see Nicole staring at me in anticipation. “My turn, daddy?” she asked pleadingly. At some point she must have finished undressing herself, now only clothed in the smeared green lipstick on her mouth.

“That depends. What do you want me to do to you?”

“I want you to pound me with your big cock!” she requested excitedly, making my dick jump with excitement. The sub/dom thing was not something I had ever tried before, but I couldn’t deny that it was ramping up the excitement.

“Then be a good girl and get on your hands and knees. Let me see that lovely ass.”

She eagerly flipped over onto all fours as I got off the bed. Lexi’s eyes were closed and Stephanie seemed to remain in a half-dazed state lying on the bed next to us. I stroked my cock a couple times before squatting down behind Nicole. I tasted her pussy to give her a little tease and make sure she was appropriately warmed up.

She squealed softly in surprise at the sensation of my tongue as I enjoyed the sweet discharge for a moment before standing up and rubbing the tip of my dick along her slippery slips. “Put it in me, daddy,” she pleaded.

I did not need a second request as I slid my full length into her waiting pussy, not meeting any resistance. “Godddddd,” she moaned as I felt her pussy adjust to my size. It squeezed my dick in all the right ways and I could not help but hum right along with her.

I slid out of her, and remembering her request for a good pounding, I slammed myself back into her hole with all the force I could muster. “OHH!” She wailed in response to my force. I pulled out and repeated my effort again and again and again. Each thrust eliciting an excited “YES!” as my balls swung up to tap against her clit.

“Fuck me, daddy!” she cried desperately. I reached forward and grabbed a handful of her blonde hair, pulling her back to meet me with every thrust. The illusion of power was thrilling in ways that I had not expected, and I was quickly barreling towards orgasm.

Soon, I could feel her pussy starting to contract around my cock while her delighted squeals grew ever-louder. “Yes. Right. There! RIGHT! THERRRRRREEE!” she cried as her climax began to wash over her. Her head fell to the bed as I felt her vagina pulsing around my dick; looking down, I could see her asshole doing the same.

I slowed my pace, but kept at it until she fully fell forward, collapsing onto the bed entirely. My cock slid out of her wet hole, now entirely covered in her juices.

“I can’t believe you haven’t come again,” Stephanie said, taking in the still-spasming body of Nicole at her side.

“I’ve been quite close a couple of times, and I don’t think it’s going to take much to take me over the edge now.”

“Well how do you want it? It feels a little unfair to choose just one of our pussies to come in,” Lexi chimed in, her consciousness apparently kicking back in. “We should all get to share, don’t you think?”

I thought for a moment how this might work. Then the idea came to me.

“I’d like all three of you lying on the edge of the bed, heads over the side.”

“Ooooh. Yes. Use my mouth, daddy!” Nicole voiced enthusiastically, her orgasm now faded away as she hungrily eyed my cock again.

The three women eagerly lined up on the bed and I couldn’t help but take a moment to enjoy the view. All three of their gorgeous bodies splayed out before me as they excitedly stared at my dick. I had never gotten this far in my dreams.

I decided to start with Lexi on the end. “You ready?”

“Gimme that dick,” she said bluntly.

I obliged, sliding my member into her golden-clad lips until my balls hit her forehead. I didn’t want to push her too far so I stopped there, but she reached up to grab my hips and pull me deeper down her throat. She nearly took the whole thing this time as the grip on my hips indicated a desire for me to fuck her mouth. So I did.

I pumped in and out of her several times, grabbing at her lovely tits before me.

But I did not want to come yet and I knew if I continued, that’s where I would end up. So I slid myself back out of Lexi’s mouth as she made a disappointed sound, assumedly because she wasn’t the one to make me come.

I decided to tease Nicole for a bit longer, so I switched down to the other end. Stephanie grinned up at me, glad that she was next. “Use my mouth to your heart’s content,” she instructed seductively.

I pushed my head through her smudged pink lips slowly at first to see how much she could take. As in the competition, she had essentially my entire length in her mouth till she choked a little. Now knowing her limits, I pulled out of her mouth before thrusting back in. Her tits were equally as pleasant to grab onto as I humped her face. It didn’t feel quite as good as her pussy, but it was a close second.

Now I was really on the edge. I pulled out entirely, seeing Stephanie’s tears stream up her forehead. I knew where I wanted to finally come.

“You ready, Nicole?”

“Give me that cum, daddy!” she requested, opening her mouth wide.

I entered her waiting maw and immediately appreciated the feeling of her tongue slithering around on the top of my dick. The effect was instantaneous.

It only took a couple pumps before I recognized that familiar sensation of my balls tightening up against my body. “Fuck! I’m COMINGGGGG,” I groaned, probably far too loudly.

Stephanie and Lexi both leaned in as Nicole grabbed me by the hips and pulled me deeper into her throat. I started blasting cum into her mouth as I was overwhelmed by the waves of pleasure coming from my orgasm.

Spurt after spurt unloaded into her until she started choking on it, forcing me out of her mouth as it overflowed out her lips and up her face. In the movement, Lexi got hit with a couple of blasts, which she seemed more than pleased about.

Nicole tried to pull me back into her mouth, but she was just too full of cum.

Stephanie took over and steered me back to her lips as I blasted once onto her face and one final time into her mouth. She sucked on me for a moment longer, extracting any remaining seed until I couldn’t handle it anymore.

With a shiver, I pulled out of her mouth and admired my handiwork. Lexi, Nicole, and Stephanie were all covered in my cum (especially Nicole) and seemed all the happier for it as they lapped at the white liquid on their own faces while giggling and looking at each other.

My orgasm starting to subside, I realized just how tired I was. It had been a long day.

I fell into bed beside Stephanie, still in disbelief that this was my life now. What did I do to deserve this slice of paradise? What could the rest of this summer possible hold?

I sat in my car nervously fiddling with my keys. Was I really going to do this? Did I sign up for this just because I was a horn dog? Or was I actually following the advice of my therapist like I told myself?

You see, I had been struggling with getting out of my shell. Meeting new friends since graduating college had been tough for a dude without many hobbies, and working remotely meant that I had few natural connections on a day-to-day basis. When I realized that I hadn’t talked to anyone outside of my family and the grocery store clerk in over a month, I determined that I needed professional help for social anxiety. My therapist, Claire, had helped me to feel more confident in my “personal narrative” (whatever that meant) and had encouraged me to work on my physical self-image by exercising more at home. That led me to YouTube yoga instructional videos, which actually did help a lot. My 6’1” frame had lost some fat while also gaining muscle; I had to admit that I didn’t look half bad these days.

But I still wasn’t getting out. Claire insisted that it was time for a big change and to do something radical. She gave me a list of three options for activities that I could do or she would drop me as a client (was that even legal?). I chose the erotic yoga class she presented, which somehow seemed better than performing at an open mic night or taking a six-week art class at the local college.

And now I was here. I thought about just putting the keys back in the ignition and driving home. But as much as I had worked on my self-esteem, I still was afraid to disappoint Claire. I had to do it.

I grabbed my water bottle and my yoga mat, put the keys in my pocket, and swallowed hard. “I. Am. Doing. This,” I said to myself, even if I was gritting my teeth.

As I approached the door and reached for the handle, my hand came down on someone else’s. I instantaneously turned pink as I looked over to see a cute red-headed woman simultaneously trying to enter the yoga studio. I hadn’t even noticed that I was about to run her over as she approached from the other side.

“Oh…umm…I’msosorry,” I said, panicked and frozen, my hand still resting on top of hers.

But she responded with a cheery smile. “No worries! Joining us for class tonight?” she asked warmly. Her gentleness was disarming and I felt myself release ever so slightly. She was about a foot shorter than me and what some might consider “pudgy,” but she exuded kindness and vivacious spirit.

I retracted my hand (finally) and replied, “Umm. Yes. I think so.” Not my smoothest introduction.

“Great! I’m Anna! Welcome!” She opened the door and strode on in confidently, holding it open for me to follow her. “You’ll check in here, and then we’ll disrobe in the next room. I’ll be happy to answer any questions that you might have.”

“Oh. Ok. Umm, thanks. I’m Adam by the way.”

I checked in and signed the waiver saying that I had been recently checked for STDs (maybe they were worried that someone might contaminate a mat?) and I noticed that there was an additional box for women attesting to being on birth control. Weird.

After saying hello to the receptionist (Anna was clearly a regular here) she led us down the hallway to yoga room 1A. “Everyone’s a little nervous their first time,” she said kindly, clearly sensing my distress. “Just remember that everyone has been where you are now. We have a very welcoming group—you’ll feel like a regular in no time!”

I turned the corner into the room with her and found a half-dozen people already naked. It suddenly felt like I was wearing a straight jacket.

“Remember, you’re welcome here,” Anna whispered to me as I realized that I had stopped in my tracks. “Take however long you need to get comfortable.”

“Thank you,” I replied, truly appreciative of her in this moment. I took a deep breath (like we had practiced in therapy), reminded myself that it was normal to feel anxious, and recalled that my anxiety would start to decrease as time went on (as we had also discussed in therapy).

I practiced grounding myself by really looking around and taking in the scene as I tied my hair up into a bun. Two naked guys were sitting on their mats and chatting. I hated to say it, but their physiques made me feel a lot better about myself as I was definitely in better shape than each of them. Two naked women were already stretching synchronously. Another naked woman was looking at her phone. A final naked one was awkwardly standing up against the wall clutching her arms together; she looked even more nervous than I was. (Did I mention everyone was naked?)

I tried not to spend too much time ogling the room, but I couldn’t help but notice that although there was a diversity of different body shapes and sizes, each was rather attractive in their own way.I took another deep breath, finally starting to feel calmer, and looked over at Anna. She already had her top off and was tugging at the waistband of her stretchy shorts.

“Nothing to it, but to do it,” I told myself, grabbing at the hem of my shirt and taking it off in one fell swoop. To my surprise, nobody even glanced over at me. No gawking or looks of disgust. My anxiety level dropped another notch.

Anna was now standing proudly nude as she seemed to be trying to welcome in the other apparent newbie that looked distressed. I admired Anna’s confidence while noticing that she had fat tits with puffy nipples that suited her well, and she was entirely clean-shaven down below.

I breathed again and reached for my shorts. “Just do it,” I told myself. I yanked my shorts down, proud that I had finally made the move, just as I heard a low whistle come from behind me.

“Well would you look at that ass!” a woman said to her friend as they turned into 1A. I felt my face get hot as embarrassment overwhelmed me.

“C’mon now, ladies. Let’s not ogle the first-timers!” Anna chided, trying to come to my rescue.

“It’s okay. I enjoy the attention,” I replied out of nowhere. Why the fuck would I say that?! I hate the attention!

“Well, good, ‘cause the front ain’t too bad either,” the friend said as she looked down at my crotch. Thus far, my anxiety had kept me flaccid, but even soft I knew that I was decently-sized. Her comment made my dick twitch just a little, but the fear of getting a hard-on amidst all these people overwhelmed me once again, quelling the possibility of an erection. “I’m Liv and this is Jess,” she added as she held out a hand, although both of them kept glancing down at my member.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Adam.”

“Well, we’re always glad to have new folks,” Jess said kindly.

“So happy you all made it to our special session tonight. No need to feel shy or rush,” called out one of the women that was stretching on her mat. She was set up in the front so I guessed that she was one of the teachers.

While still working through their movements, the woman stretching next to her added, “We are just gently starting to warm up, breathing, tuning into ourselves…”

This seemed to be the cue for the regulars to start to get into their positions. Everybody set up their mats in a great circle and got into their own personal starting routine. Some began their own independent stretches, others lay in corpse pose, and some sat in lotus position with their eyes closed.

“Hey, newbie. Why don’t you set up next to me.” It was the first woman who had spoken a moment ago. As she continued her stretches, I couldn’t help but take in her lovely form. She had dark hair, cut abs, a beautiful pearl necklace on, long flowing hair tucked into a loose ponytail, heavy tits that swung with every position change, and a nice full bush that was very clearly on display. She was fit and gorgeous.

“Oh. Right. Sure,” I said, though I was entirely unsure.

“I’m Cassie, one of the facilitators,” she said, never breaking her routine. “First time here?”

It was a bit disorienting trying to talk to someone in such constant motion. “Uhh. Yeah. I’m Adam.”

Finally, she stopped and kneeled on her mat. Softer this time, she said, “I’m sure you’re nervous. I was the first time, too! Nothing to be afraid of. Bodies are all natural. So whatever happens…” she glanced down at my crotch “just go with the flow.”

“Thanks for saying that. Yeah, I am actually really nervous.”

“Well, just stick by me and all will be fine,” she replied with a beaming smile.

“Thanks,” I replied. That did actually calm my nerves. I unrolled my mat and folded up into my own lotus pose and focused on my breath. I thought about how nice everyone had been so far and considered that maybe I had nothing to be nervous about. As I attended to my breath work, I started to be able to actually focus on the reason that I was there—yoga.

Several minutes later a soft chime rang and I opened my eyes. Everyone was seated cross-legged now and I looked over to find that the nervous girl had taken the spot in between Anna and me. She still looked on edge, but slightly calmer than earlier. I looked around to see that it was a relatively small group, just nine of us total.

My relative calm meant that I was more connected to my body now, and I really noticed how attractive everyone in the group was. I’d certainly never seen so many gorgeous tits in my life and my cock started to respond to my observations.

I tried to focus on Cassie as she began speaking, offering a word of welcome and introduction to her co-facilitator, Becca. She was the other woman that had been stretching with Cassie when we walked in.

“For those of you that are new here tonight, we hope that you can grow to feel comfortable in this sacred circle.” She seemed to be looking over at just me and the woman on my right, so I figured we must be the only new ones. “In this circle, we follow the invitations and calls of our bodies. If that means sitting out a pose, so be it. If that means offering some assistance to someone else, feel free. If that means attending to a carnal craving, of your own or of some else’s, follow it. Is that okay with all here?”

I nodded, though I had to admit that I wasn’t entirely sure what she meant. The woman on my right looked wide-eyed as she nodded hypnotically. Perhaps she understood better than I.

Cassie went on, “Now we will go around and share our name and our intention for our practice this evening. Would you mind starting, Becca?”

“Happily!” Becca replied. She seemed to be the cheery positive type. She was a fair bit younger than Cassie, probably college-aged, and had a girlish body with small tits, straight brown hair, and shaved pubes. “I’m Becca! My intention for this evening is ‘tranquility.’” Everyone nodded and smiled as they turned their attention to her right.

“I’m Jess,” she started tentatively, apparently unsure of her intention at first. Jess was around my age and quite fit with dark, tan Latina features. Her boobs were moderately sized and she sported a tightly trimmed patch of pubic hair. “My intention for tonight is ‘release,’” she said finally, choosing carefully.

On her right sat Liv. Liv was pasty white but with giant tits. She wasn’t quite as scupted as Cassie or Jess, but her pronounced chest would have overshadowed any muscles anyway. Liv was directly across the circle from me, which gave me a great view of her crotch, where I saw a manicured landing strip of hair and lips that seemed to already be dripping. She stared at me as she said, “I’m Liv, and my intention is ‘pleasure.’” She smiled at me as she finished and I felt my cock twitch again; she was turning me on and I knew it.

Next to her was one of the men: “Hi, I’m Bobby, my intention for tonight is ‘effort.’” Bobby was rather overweight with a generally very hairy body. His flaccid penis appeared quite small, but that could have been due to the massive bush it was hiding behind. It was too bad, because he had a nice looking face.

“I’m Jeff. I’m focused on ‘calm’ tonight.” Jeff was Bobby’s opposite in many ways. He was tall and lanky with no apparent fat, muscle or hair. He was clean shaven and had a larger member than Bobby, though my ego appreciated that it wasn’t quite as big as mine.

To his right, Anna confidently announced, “My intention tonight is ‘connection.’” She was silent for a minute as the rest of us waited. “Oh yeah, and my name is Anna.” All of us giggled a little with her.

Then, it was the other new person’s turn. She looked for a moment like she might keel over from fear before she spoke. “Hi. I’m new. I’m Bridget.” she squeaked out. Bridget was thin, but with rather large breasts and a mousy overall appearance accented by light brown hair. “My intention for tonight is ‘openness.’” I was surprised to hear her intention so similar to my own. Several members of the group said, “Welcome!” or “Glad you’re here!” after she shared, which seemed to help her a bit.

Now it was my turn. “I’m Adam. Also new. My intention is ‘willingness.’” It seemed apt considering how much willpower it took me to be here and get out of my comfort zone. I wasn’t sure yet if this whole thing was a good choice, but at least it was different.

“My intention is ‘encouragement,’” Cassie concluded. “Now, let’s stand up and begin our movement. Remember, your body is wise! Listen to it. Let it do what it wants and needs!”

Cassie guided us through several ordinary beginning poses, stretches and movements that were very similar to the videos I had been using on my own. Except, being so close to so much nakedness wasn’t really ordinary at all. Several times I ended up in positions staring at Cassie’s hairy mound, Bridget’s cute ass, or Liv’s giant knockers as she winked at me in downward dog. At first, I tried to keep myself from getting hard, but there was just to much to be aroused by. When I noticed that Bobby and Jeff were both sporting erections (I silently cheered for Bobby when I saw that he was a grower), I gave up the fight and just let nature take its course so that I could actually focus on the yoga rather than my fear.

As I expected, my quickly growing erection earned me quite a few not-so-subtle glances down towards my groin from basically everyone else in the room, but I pushed away the thought of self-consciousness, instead focusing on my breath and my enjoyment of the movement. Working around my full mast was an additional challenge, but I was able to be creative.

I wasn’t the only one quickly working up a sweat as Cassie and Becca pushed us through our movements. The glistening glow starting to emanate from everyone only increased my arousal.

We were all nice and loose after the first twenty minutes, and I admittedly was starting to feel much more confident. Even though it was my first in-person yoga class, I actually felt like I knew what I was doing, was able to handle the flow as well as anybody else, and was (genuinely this time) enjoying the attention of the other members of the class. Maybe Claire had been right.

“Now, we will transition into the second half of our class — partner work,” Becca announced.

Oh shit. I had certainly not been anticipating actually having to interact with any of these people as part of our practice today. That familiar tightness in my chest immediately returned and I had to focus on my breathing in order to keep calm.

“Bobby, Jeff, Adam, and Anna, please form an inner circle and face someone from the outer circle, spreading out as needed.” Becca removed herself from the circle, standing off to the side, as I turned to my left and faced Cassie. My heart beat quickly in my chest as I anxiously awaited our next steps. I had no idea what to expect.

“As is our tradition, we start with consent. Do each of you consent to what happens here in this sacred circle, and do you agree that if at any point you do not consent, you will vocally decline to move forward with our activities?” The question did not help my nerves. What the fuck did I sign up for?

Each person verbalized their agreement in response to Becca’s request, but this was starting to feel a little cult-ish. Looking to my left, I saw that Bridget seemed as nervous as I felt. I reminded myself of the warmth, kindness, and respect I had been afforded so far; they gave me no reason to suspect there would be a change. I told myself it was just my anxiety hijacking my system and took another deep breath, noticing that my stress had softened my penis during this transition.

“Let us begin, then,” Becca said cheerfully. “Take each other’s hands and focus on your partner’s eyes. Notice the feeling of energy transferring between you two while you bathe in the iris’s of one another.” Oh boy. This is going to be so awkward.

I took Cassie’s hands in mine; they were soft and sticky with sweat. She squeezed my palm as I peered into her deep brown eyes, noticing little flecks of gold and green. They were beautiful and textured, but I wouldn’t have noticed if I hadn’t been encouraged to take the time to truly see. To my surprise, I did actually feel our energies and the connection between us. There was no awkwardness.

“Outer circle, move you hands to your partner’s hips and inner circle, move your hands to your partner’s chest. Take in the fullness of their breasts however you see fit.”

My eyes went wide as I heard Becca’s instructions. Cassie gently released my hands and placed her’s on my hips. I was momentarily frozen until she smiled softly and nodded her head encouragingly.

My hands trembled as I lifted them to her boobs. I cupped her tits in my palms as I maintained eye contact, realizing I hadn’t touched another woman since I broke up with my college girlfriend during my senior year several years ago. These were quite a bit larger and much heavier in my hands.

My anxiety started to subside as arousal began to take over. I felt my cock twitch as it started to fill with blood while I explored her beautiful breasts. She had large, dark areolae that I investigated with the pads of my thumbs. I watched as her nipples grew hard right before my eyes.

“Mhmmmm. Yes,” I heard a voice say to my right. I looked over to see Bobby’s mouth attached to Jess’s tit, as her eyes we closed in pleasure. I guess Becca had said to explore in whatever way we desired. I brought my eyes back to Cassie who had her eyebrows raised, as if daring my to follow Bobby’s lead.

My second head had taken over and lust drove me now, my anxiety forgotten. I lowered my lips to Cassie’s boob and took her nipple in my mouth. I teased it with my tongue as I felt her breaths deepen in excitement. I tasted the residue of her salty sweat and felt her softly purr in response to my touch.

“Excellent work, everyone!” Becca cheered, causing me to come up for air. I glanced over to my left to see Anna making a final tongue spiral around Bridget’s areola before bringing herself back up to standing. “Now, sit down facing each other in lotus position.”

Cassie and I looked deeply into each other’s eyes as our knees sat mere inches from one another. Through her pubic hair I could the shine of wet pussy lips, and I knew that my throbbing cock was no less obvious.

“Grasp each other’s wrists and assist one another in a forward fold. This helps to deepen the stretch in the back. Inside circle first,” Becca instructed.

We interlocked our arms and Cassie nodded her head. She pulled me down towards her crotch as I folded over at the hips and she leaned back towards her mat. I reached what I thought was my full range of motion, my chin just beyond the cross of her calves when I felt her pull me even further. My back started screaming when I realized she had brought my nose to within an inch of her bush, dripping with sweat and arousal. I could smell her — sweet and tangy — and I wanted nothing more than to try a taste, but I couldn’t stretch far enough, even with her help. I looked over to see Anna’s face buried in Bridget’s crotch, who was humming softly in approval. I had never so dearly wished that I was more flexible.

“And switch,” Becca announced.

I slowly lifted myself back up, already excited for the possibility of returning. Before I could dwell on it, though, Cassie’s face was headed for my own groin. She was quite a bit more flexible than I, which I learned when her lips wrapped around my cock and began sliding down the shaft. A surprise to be sure, but a welcome one.

I was humming softly when she had taken half my length into her mouth and reached the full depth of her own ability to stretch herself. But luckily for her, I had hold of her wrists and I was able to lean back and pull her even deeper into her fold, stretching her even further. It just so happened that this also guided her lips closer and closer to my base.

By the time we had reached the true edge of her range of motion, my cock was deep inside her and I felt the tip of her tongue tickling the top of my balls. It felt wonderful and the arousal of the situation made me wonder how long I would last in this position.

In fact, I heard groans coming from behind my back, and I assumed Liv was giving Jeff the same treatment I was receiving from Cassie. The groans mounted until they filled the room. “Oh fuck! I’m coming!” he gasped, but it sounded like Liv did not let up as he must have deposited his seed down her throat. I twitched inside of Cassie’s mouth as I listened to Liv gagging behind me.

“Excellent! Our first orgasm of the night. Well done, Liv! Now slowly release from your stretch and we will stand back up,” Becca instructed. Cassie reluctantly gave me a couple of final sucks before unfolding me and letting my dick fall out of her mouth with a heavy thud.

“We will help to stretch our backs in the reverse direction now: Bring your hips together and interlock your wrists again. Simultaneously lean back.”

I didn’t quite understand what she meant, but Cassie’s experience guided me. At first, I thought I stood close enough to her, my penis about six inches from her bush. But as I reached for her wrists again, she grabbed my hips and forcibly pulled me against her. I was shocked as my member was quickly up against her clit, parting her legs as our hips came into contact.

I felt her moisture dripping down on my shaft, lubricating me while our micro-movements had me sliding up down her slit ever so slightly. Our arms interlocked as we both began to arch our backs away from each other, but pressing our genitals even closer together. She moaned almost imperceptibly as her clit rubbed along my length through her pubic hair.

It felt good. Both the stretch and the sensual contact. If we kept going like this, I wondered if I might be the second one to lose my load.

Luckily, after a minute or two, Becca went on: “Now detach. Outer circle, turn around and forward fold. Inner circle, sit on the ground behind your partner and you will pull on their arms to help them with their hamstring stretch.”

Again, I wasn’t quite able to picture it, but Cassie pointed me to the floor where I sat with my legs out wide. She turned around and stood in between them, bending forward. I watched as her pussy and asshole became fully exposed to me, only a few inches in front of my eyes.

Her large boobs dangled down towards her knees as she peeked at me through her legs and reached for me. Finally understanding, I gripped her arms and tugged softly. “Feel free to taste,” she whispered so that just I could hear.

I felt a grin cross my face as I simultaneously pulled her towards me while leaning my face forward towards her lovely slit, inhaling the aroma I had found so lovely a few minutes ago. It was my turn now to return her favor as I guided my tongue towards her slit and tasted her juices for the first time.

The flavor was even more exhilarating than the scent. I lapped at the mixture of sweat and vaginal secretions, captured even more intensely by her full pubic hair. As I found her clit and began to put my energy there, she moaned softly, pushing herself towards my face while still folded in half.

Soon, her moans were not the only ones filling the yoga room. I glanced to my left to see Anna nose-deep in Bridget’s pussy as well, the latter’s knees trembling from the sensation. Then, I heard Jess’s moans joined Bridget’s. These were louder and more intense as it sounded like Jess’s orgasm was coming hard and fast. I suddenly heard her fall to her knees as sounds of ecstasy took over, courtesy of Bobby. Maybe I had underestimated him at the start.

Within the next minute, Liv and Bridget both joined Jess as they fell under the spell of their own climaxes. Becca seemed to be waiting for Cassie to join the club before moving us onward, but I could see out of the corner of my eye that all others were watching us, waiting for me to finish the job.

I licked at her clit with all that I had, finding the rhythm that seemed to produce the most approving moans and sticking with it. Cassie’s knees began shaking as her climax neared, her breath getting faster and legs threatening to give out.

Finally, she came. Her legs snapped together even as she remained folded in half at the hips. Her weight pressed down on my face as her knees gave way, sending us both tumbling backwards until my head hit the soft yoga mat and she landed on my chest, still heaving from the shockwaves of her orgasm. She rolled off of me and lay next to me on the mat as she continued to spasm every so often.

“Well done, center circle!” Becca squealed excitedly as Cassie and I sat back up to look at her. “Four of four! But now it’s your turn - please lie on your backs. Outer circle, you will sit on top and help them to stretch their calves.”

I thought the calves were a bit of an odd choice, and couldn’t really see how this was going to satisfy my aching member, but I was happy to be along for the ride. I rested back down as instructed, my head only a few inches away from those of Anna, Bobby, and Jeff in the center of the circle. Facing my feet, Cassie swung her leg over me and rested her lovely ass on my lower abdomen, giving her ideal access to the lower half of my legs. This pulled her forward and perfectly lined up my cock with her dripping hole. Now I understood.

Getting into position, she reached down to grip the base of my shaft before lifting up and teasing my head along her hairy pussy lips. Slowly, she began lowering her weight, eliciting a relieved groan from both of us as she took in my moderate length. She slid all the way to the hilt without much effort, her moist vagina more than ready to accept me in.

“Mmmmhmmm, yesssss,” I heard from over my shoulder. I peeked over to see Liv and Jess had done the same as Cassie and appeared to be enjoying themselves equally. Meanwhile, Bridget had given up all pretenses of trying to stretch out Anna and instead had Anna’s legs up over her shoulders while she ate her out.

Cassie gripped my toes, pulling them up in a way that did actually stretch my calves, but also provided the perfect handles for her to begin gliding up and down on my cock. Holy fuck did she feel good. Her athletic ability was clearly on display as she deftly squatted passionately on my dick, bringing me closer and closer to my climax.

It did not take long before I heard Bobby start to writhe underneath Jess as he gasped, “Fuck! I’m gonna come!” Jess quickly slid off of him and spun around, pointing his dick at her forehead while pumping his entire length with her hand.

“Come on my face, baby!” she ordered.

With one last, “Ughhhhgadhhh,” Bobby started blasting her with his cum, his smallish tool providing plenty of material to adequately paint her beautiful tan face.

It was only minutes later when Jeff was groaning again and Liv popped him back in her mouth to swallow her second load of the evening. And simultaneously, Bridget furiously worked Anna’s pussy with her tongue and fingers, taking her over the edge. Both of their moans echoed off the mirrors and hardwood floors until it was again just Cassie and I left.

She had been gradually increasing her speed until she moved so fast she looked like a blur, her bubbly butt rapidly bouncing as I glimpsed my cock in between her thighs with each repetition. I felt the orgasm start deep in my balls until I couldn’t hold it in any longer.

“Fuck! I’m close!” I howled.

“Good! Come in me!” she replied as she continued pistoning herself up and down on my throbbing cock. “Fill me up!”

That was enough to send me over the edge. I immediately began unloading my seed inside of her as she slammed her generous ass down on me one final time. I felt my cock spasm as it launched cum deep into her hairy, wet pussy.

To my surprise, she cried out as well in her own orgasm. “Fuuuuuuuckk,” she groaned as she folded forward towards my knees and I felt her vagina contract around my spurting rod. I had never had a woman orgasm on my cock before and I was amazed at how much it seemed to amplify my own pleasure.

Slowly, our orgasms began to wane as she rolled off of me onto the yoga mat below. Becca proudly said, “Amazing! A rare double orgasm! Let’s give them a round of applause!”

I was brought back to reality as I looked around to see the rest of the class giddy with excitement, clapping for us as if we were some kind of circus performs. The old me would have crawled under a rock at this degree of vulnerable attention, but I was far too euphoric to give a shit now. Maybe my therapist had been right — perhaps this had cured me of my social anxiety.

Finally peeling my head off the mat, I looked over at Cassie who was leaking profusely from her crotch. “That’s what the waiver is for,” Anna whispered to me, seeing where my attention was focused.

“I think that’s all we’ve got for class tonight,” Becca announced satisfyingly. “We hope that Bridget and Adam both felt very welcome and we pray that you’ll be back next week! Namaste!”

I didn’t need to be asked twice. This was by far the best exercise class I had ever been to, and I would certainly be returning. I joined the others in cleaning up and putting clothes back on, the conversation flowing freely in complete contrast to the anxiety I felt early in the evening.

As I said goodbye (and thank you) to Cassie, she replied cheerfully, “Hopefully next time we have even numbers so everyone can participate! One of our regulars, Claire, unfortunately couldn’t make it tonight. I imagine she’ll be here next time, though!”

Inspired by Image 5 way back in the August 2025 contest. I just can’t get it out of my head.

Chapter 3: The Deep Lipstick Derby
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Stephanie grabbed my hand excitedly, pulling me close to her. She didn’t seem to care that she hadn’t technically won the AΠΓ Deep Lipstick Derby, but just that she was going to be able to enjoy time with me. As deflated as I had felt a moment previous when Danni voiced her disgust towards me, Stephanie’s enthusiasm buoyed me.

“One second,” she whispered in my ear as she drifted back over to (most of) the other competitors who were standing in a circle off to the side of the stage.

Maria, our emcee for the evening, approached me. “Sorry about Danni. She’s been a real bitch lately. She dated the last Live-In briefly and I think it ended on pretty bad terms. Not been the same ever since.”

“That’s okay,” I replied. “Maybe she’ll come around eventually.”

“Anyway, what did you think of our derby? Feeling more welcomed to the house?” the tanned Latina asked with a devilish grin.

“Definitely! That was fucking amazing!”

“Well, I have to admit, I was bummed I wasn’t in the running for a night with you. But I’m sure we’ll have our chance,” she said with a wink.

Stephanie reappeared with Lexi and Nicole at her side. “Sooooo, we were thinking. Since none of us technically won, I asked the ladies if anyone else wanted to join us tonight. The others had to get ready for finals tomorrow, but Lexi and Nicole said they were interested. You think you can handle all three of us?”

“The question is do you think you three can handle me?” I shot back with a confidence that wasn’t quite authentic. I had never had three women at once before, let alone three as gorgeous as Stephanie, Lexi, and Nicole.

“Oho, cheeky!” Lexi said. “He’ll pay for that. Let’s go find out what he’s actually capable of ladies.” She grabbed my still-rigid lipstick-covered cock and set off for the stairs, the other two women following closely behind.

Lexi led us up the many flights of stairs until we all fell into my new king-size bed, needing a minute to catch our breath. “I can’t wait to get that tongue back on my pussy,” Lexi said once we had all taken a moment to rest. “You made me feel so fucking good down there.”

“Well I want another round of his dick in my mouth,” Nicole joined. “I was so nervous to go first in the derby that my attempt was absolutely pitiful. Jack, I promise I’m a better cock-sucker than what you saw,” she said earnestly, although I couldn’t imagine why she’d care that much about my opinion on the matter.

“I believe you, Nicole. Don’t sweat it,” I attempted, consolingly.

“Please let me prove it to you,” she begged with an entirely unnecessary desperation. It finally occurred to me that she might be getting turned on by this power dynamic.

I tested my hypothesis. “You want this dick, Nicole?”

“Yes, please, daddy,” she replied meekly. I had never been called “daddy” before, but I was into it.

I sat up on the edge of the bed and spread my legs. “Prove it to me,” I ordered. Nicole quickly fell to the floor and took me in her mouth. It was true that she did have more to offer than I had seen earlier. Her mouth felt quite good slathering up my dick, a new layer of forest green lipstick transferring to my shaft.

Lexi remained reclined on the bed, taking it all in while Stephanie sidled up next to me. “Kiss me,” she requested. I turned towards the brunette and my lips met hers. Her hands started to glide along my torso. I wouldn’t say that I was chiseled, but there were muscles there, and her fingertips traced along their outlines.

My hands explored Stephanie’s curves, reaching around her back and guiding my hands down her spine.

“Why don’t we take this off?” she asked, gesturing to her bra with a coy smile. I eagerly grabbed at the clasp on her back and popped the frilly pink bra open smoothly. The garment fell to the floor and I beheld Stephanie’s beautiful tits for the first time. They were not enormous, but big enough I knew that I could get lost in the crevasse between them. I took them in each of my palms, feeling the soft, supple texture of the skin. They were heavenly.

“Hey, what about me?” Nicole squeaked from down below us. Her work on my cock had been meditative as she kept me excited without sending me overboard. There was no hurry tonight.

“Yes, your tits look lovely too. Why don’t you take off your bra and wrap them around my cock,” I instructed. Nicole lit up at the order as she popped off the green bra quickly to reveal breasts that were equally as lovely as Stephanie’s, if not just a tad larger. She got to work wrapping them around my member and sliding them up and down, vibrant lipstick colors smearing along her tender flesh. Every time my tip emerged from between them, her tongue gave it a little lick.

“You want to join the—“ I started to ask Lexi as I turned towards her. But she was already fully naked and had propped herself up against the headboard of the large bed. Her legs were splayed out wide as her fingers played with her dark pussy. Moaning softly, she appeared to be lost in her own world. Stephanie, Nicole, and I all laughed in unison at the sight.

“I think I’m ready to ride this cock,” Stephanie said, standing up and peeling down her racy thong. “Ever since Kendra’s report, I’ve been aching to having you inside me.”

“Fuck, yes. But I think we should get rid of some of the lipstick first. We don’t want that inside of you,” I suggested. As Stephanie nodded, I ordered, “Nicole, go get a wash cloth from the bathroom and clean up my dick.”

“Yes, daddy!” She hopped up without hesitation and scuttled off towards the bathroom. I moved my mouth down towards Stephanie’s lovely boobs, taking an erect nipple into my mouth. I sucked gently to the sounds of Stephanie’s quiet humming as I felt a warm cloth wrap around my shaft and begin pumping up and down.

“All clean!” Nicole announced after a moment, joining us on the bed.

“Just lie back and let me show you a whole new world,” Stephanie said. I followed her command as I reclined, my feet still planted on the floor. She turned away for me and backed up, her bubbly ass hovering above my erect member.

“Don’t we need a condom?” I asked, Reason joining the party for the first time in a while.

“Nope. Remember all those questions we asked you about sexual partners and testing? Well we all have to go through the same thing and in order to live here, we agree to remain on birth control,” Nicole answered while Stephanie teased her wet slit along my tip. “It just makes it stress free.”

Without waiting a beat longer, Stephanie sunk her weight down onto me. My cock slid between her folds as she exclaimed, “OH Goddddddddd.”

Only able to take half of it on her first go, she lifted herself off before dropping back down. “Ohhhhhh,” she gasped, this time taking more of me inside of her. Her pussy gripped and massaged me inside of her; it felt amazing.

Finally, on the third attempt, aided by a little jump, she was able to grind herself all the way down to the base of my cock, groaning as each inch progressively entered her.

“Fuckkk, you feel good,” Stephanie groaned as she lifted herself back up before slamming her ass back down to my thighs, starting to work up a rhythm.

“This seat taken?” Stephanie’s vocalizations must have awoken Lexi from her pleasurable stupor. With all my attention on my cock, I had not even realized that she had crawled up next to me and was getting ready to mount my face.

“Reserved for you,” I answered with a little grin. Lexi quickly lifted her leg and straddled me, facing away from Stephanie and towards the headboard. Her wetness dripped down onto my chin as I licked along her slit and up to her clit.

She did not seem to be in a patient mood as she quickly began grinding her mound into my tongue, matching the rhythm of Stephanie’s energetic bounces on my crotch. The sensation of both women on me at the same time was almost too much to bear.

Lexi reached down to grab my hair as she rode, using it like a saddle horn for balance and leverage. She had clearly already done the vast majority of the leg work with her own fingers, because she was soon moaning and groaning on the precipice of her second climax of the night. Her bucking grew more and more wild as both my hips and my face felt the crescendoing power of pussies gyrating on me with metronomic regularity.

Four beats later, harmonious cries came from the women as they both forced themselves down on me with all their might. Their orgasms overwhelming them, their legs gripped around me. Crushing my hips, my ears, my skull.

If I hadn’t been so focused on Lexi’s pleasure, Stephanie would have made me come too, but I was actually glad I had more left in the tank. I had not forgotten about poor Nicole. Lexi slid off of me and crumpled into the pile of pillows in an exhausted heap as Stephanie dropped onto the bed next to me, my cock making a slurping sound as it released out of her.

I looked over to see Nicole staring at me in anticipation. “My turn, daddy?” she asked pleadingly. At some point she must have finished undressing herself, now only clothed in the smeared green lipstick on her mouth.

“That depends. What do you want me to do to you?”

“I want you to pound me with your big cock!” she requested excitedly, making my dick jump with excitement. The sub/dom thing was not something I had ever tried before, but I couldn’t deny that it was ramping up the excitement.

“Then be a good girl and get on your hands and knees. Let me see that lovely ass.”

She eagerly flipped over onto all fours as I got off the bed. Lexi’s eyes were closed and Stephanie seemed to remain in a half-dazed state lying on the bed next to us. I stroked my cock a couple times before squatting down behind Nicole. I tasted her pussy to give her a little tease and make sure she was appropriately warmed up.

She squealed softly in surprise at the sensation of my tongue as I enjoyed the sweet discharge for a moment before standing up and rubbing the tip of my dick along her slippery slips. “Put it in me, daddy,” she pleaded.

I did not need a second request as I slid my full length into her waiting pussy, not meeting any resistance. “Godddddd,” she moaned as I felt her pussy adjust to my size. It squeezed my dick in all the right ways and I could not help but hum right along with her.

I slid out of her, and remembering her request for a good pounding, I slammed myself back into her hole with all the force I could muster. “OHH!” She wailed in response to my force. I pulled out and repeated my effort again and again and again. Each thrust eliciting an excited “YES!” as my balls swung up to tap against her clit.

“Fuck me, daddy!” she cried desperately. I reached forward and grabbed a handful of her blonde hair, pulling her back to meet me with every thrust. The illusion of power was thrilling in ways that I had not expected, and I was quickly barreling towards orgasm.

Soon, I could feel her pussy starting to contract around my cock while her delighted squeals grew ever-louder. “Yes. Right. There! RIGHT! THERRRRRREEE!” she cried as her climax began to wash over her. Her head fell to the bed as I felt her vagina pulsing around my dick; looking down, I could see her asshole doing the same.

I slowed my pace, but kept at it until she fully fell forward, collapsing onto the bed entirely. My cock slid out of her wet hole, now entirely covered in her juices.

“I can’t believe you haven’t come again,” Stephanie said, taking in the still-spasming body of Nicole at her side.

“I’ve been quite close a couple of times, and I don’t think it’s going to take much to take me over the edge now.”

“Well how do you want it? It feels a little unfair to choose just one of our pussies to come in,” Lexi chimed in, her consciousness apparently kicking back in. “We should all get to share, don’t you think?”

I thought for a moment how this might work. Then the idea came to me.

“I’d like all three of you lying on the edge of the bed, heads over the side.”

“Ooooh. Yes. Use my mouth, daddy!” Nicole voiced enthusiastically, her orgasm now faded away as she hungrily eyed my cock again.

The three women eagerly lined up on the bed and I couldn’t help but take a moment to enjoy the view. All three of their gorgeous bodies splayed out before me as they excitedly stared at my dick. I had never gotten this far in my dreams.

I decided to start with Lexi on the end. “You ready?”

“Gimme that dick,” she said bluntly.

I obliged, sliding my member into her golden-clad lips until my balls hit her forehead. I didn’t want to push her too far so I stopped there, but she reached up to grab my hips and pull me deeper down her throat. She nearly took the whole thing this time as the grip on my hips indicated a desire for me to fuck her mouth. So I did.

I pumped in and out of her several times, grabbing at her lovely tits before me.

But I did not want to come yet and I knew if I continued, that’s where I would end up. So I slid myself back out of Lexi’s mouth as she made a disappointed sound, assumedly because she wasn’t the one to make me come.

I decided to tease Nicole for a bit longer, so I switched down to the other end. Stephanie grinned up at me, glad that she was next. “Use my mouth to your heart’s content,” she instructed seductively.

I pushed my head through her smudged pink lips slowly at first to see how much she could take. As in the competition, she had essentially my entire length in her mouth till she choked a little. Now knowing her limits, I pulled out of her mouth before thrusting back in. Her tits were equally as pleasant to grab onto as I humped her face. It didn’t feel quite as good as her pussy, but it was a close second.

Now I was really on the edge. I pulled out entirely, seeing Stephanie’s tears stream up her forehead. I knew where I wanted to finally come.

“You ready, Nicole?”

“Give me that cum, daddy!” she requested, opening her mouth wide.

I entered her waiting maw and immediately appreciated the feeling of her tongue slithering around on the top of my dick. The effect was instantaneous.

It only took a couple pumps before I recognized that familiar sensation of my balls tightening up against my body. “Fuck! I’m COMINGGGGG,” I groaned, probably far too loudly.

Stephanie and Lexi both leaned in as Nicole grabbed me by the hips and pulled me deeper into her throat. I started blasting cum into her mouth as I was overwhelmed by the waves of pleasure coming from my orgasm.

Spurt after spurt unloaded into her until she started choking on it, forcing me out of her mouth as it overflowed out her lips and up her face. In the movement, Lexi got hit with a couple of blasts, which she seemed more than pleased about.

Nicole tried to pull me back into her mouth, but she was just too full of cum.

Stephanie took over and steered me back to her lips as I blasted once onto her face and one final time into her mouth. She sucked on me for a moment longer, extracting any remaining seed until I couldn’t handle it anymore.

With a shiver, I pulled out of her mouth and admired my handiwork. Lexi, Nicole, and Stephanie were all covered in my cum (especially Nicole) and seemed all the happier for it as they lapped at the white liquid on their own faces while giggling and looking at each other.

My orgasm starting to subside, I realized just how tired I was. It had been a long day.

I fell into bed beside Stephanie, still in disbelief that this was my life now. What did I do to deserve this slice of paradise? What could the rest of this summer possible hold?

Another fucking day, another bunch of assholes I have to swoop down to save. A crane collapsed in downtown, no doubt the work of Lucy’s lot, and luckily I was in the neighborhood. I invisibly diverted the falling mass of metal to avoid hitting a pile of pedestrians. What a “miracle.” The crowd shuffled out of the dust, entirely unharmed, and went back to their mundane lives, completely unaware of the magnificent gift they had just been given.

Holy Smokes, was I tired of my day job. Thousands of years serving as the “Hand of the Lord” wore on me. Day after day I helped people narrowly avoid disaster and tragedy. But did they thank me? Absolutely not! Did they live their life in kindness and gratitude? Fat fucking chance. They usually went back to their misery and petty problems, flipping the middle at anyone that caused a minor annoyance.

But that’s the life of an angel. Daily miracles and not a word of appreciation. Just day after day trying to outsmart and outdo the “other side,” in an eternal game of shirts and skins. Lucifer and her crew fucking things up, me and the rest of the Halo Hoard left trying to fix ‘em. Meanwhile, the world seemed to continue devolving into even greater chaos. But who was I to question the plan of the Big Guy. That was far above my pay grade.

I’d be desperately looking forward to my retirement plan… if I had one.

——————

A few hours after the construction “accident,” I took solace in one of my only joys these days: Perching atop the tallest building in the city and watching the sun descend over the horizon. I felt a shift next to me as one of my brethren appeared.

“What’s got your goat? You look glum,” Adriel asked. Although we didn’t often cross paths on assignment these days, I considered Addy to be one of my best friends and I was grateful we had shared a region for the last century. He always knew when I was struggling.

“You ever wonder what the point is to all of this?”

“Damn, Zuri, take it easy. That’s a little heavy for a Tuesday evening.”

“I just mean, why do we keep doing this? We bend over backwards to help these people live longer, safer, more honorable lives, and they just keep doing the same old shit. Why?”

“Wow, you’re serious here. Hmmm, well, I guess it’s part of the Divine Plan. You know how He’s got a soft spot for these blood bags.”

“I guess. But I just wish I knew where we were going with this.”

“Yeah, me too Zuriel, it’s a mystery to us all,” Addy said with a consoling sigh. “You know would make you feel better? You need a little bit of action!”

“Knock it off, Addy, I’m not in the mood,” I snapped.

“No, I’m not kidding. When was the last time you got laid?”

“Huh, I’m not sure. Let me think … it’s been a rough millennium.” I reflected back on the few opportunities I’d had anytime recently. ”Maybe around the year 800.”

“1200 YEARS?!” Addy exclaimed cause a flock of pigeons taking off around us in surprise. He was by far the horniest angel I knew—I’d be surprised if he went a decade without a conjugal visit. “Yeah, you definitely need a little something. I’m sure I could hook you up and maybe you could take a decade or two off to have some fun.”

Just then I felt that familiar ringing coming from the halo gleaming above my head. Another “emergent situation” was afoot and that was our signal.

“I’ll take this one,” Addy said, obviously hearing the same call. “You think about my offer and get back to me.”

*Poof* he was gone, and I was left with my thoughts. The city had fallen to darkness since our conversation began and I was left feeling no better.

But maybe he was right. Maybe I just needed a little fun, a little sun, and a little vacation…

——————

I slyly stuck out my invisible leg, tripping the giant thug stalking his prey down a darkened alleyway. It caused just enough of a sound that the mark turned to notice and he took off, freaked out at seeing a 6’6” giant-of-a-man headed his way.

“Hey, I had something fun planned for them,” I heard, a voice coming from over my shoulder. I turned to look and was left starstruck.

Here she was, the Princess of Darkness, Beelzebub, the Morning Star … Lucifer right before my eyes. I’d seen her image on the Halonet of course, but seeing her with my own ethereal vision was something else entirely. Her glowing golden eyes sucked me in as I took in her form.

I knew she would ooze with power, but I didn’t expect her to be so hot. Dark brown hair cascaded over her shoulders and sat atop perfectly perky, tan boobs that were poking through a simple white tank top. Her flat abdomen gave way to high-waisted jean shorts that looked like they were barely holding together, showing off thick muscular thighs. It had been years since I’d had any meaningful sensation down in my nether regions, but I was certainly feeling something now.

“H-h-hello,” I stammered. “S-s-sorry.” Did I just apologize to my (im)mortal enemy?

“Relax, Wingnut. I’m not going to hold you responsible for my disappointment,” she retorted with a mischievous grin, her pointed tail snaking around behind her. “I don’t think we’ve met before.”

“N-n-no, we haven’t. I’d remember. I’m Zuriel, but you can call me Zuri.” Now we’re using nicknames??

“How sweet. Of course, you know who I am, but you can call me Lucy.” She strode closer to me and I could feel the infernal heat coming off of her. I wasn’t sure if it was that or my arousal that made me start sweating though. “Since you ruined my night, the least you could do is take me out for a drink.”

I wasn’t sure how to respond. I was more excited than I had been in centuries, but this was the literal Adversary here…

Oh whatever, it’s one drink, what could happen? “Umm, sure,” I replied. “You know a good place?”

“I know ALL the places,” she snipped with a devilish smile, grabbing my hand and leading us down the alleyway.

A block away, we pushed through a broken door and made our way down a set of decrepit metal stairs. I could hear the signature din of a busy bar down below. We had the power to take on corporeal form when it suited us (without horns, tail, or wings), and we did so, but it didn’t make her look any less attractive.

Lucy knocked on the door at the bottom of the stairs in some sort of code and it swung open before us. My halo-senses immediately started ringing as I bore witness to the vast array of lecherous and immoral acts before me. It was almost too much to bear.

Sensing my discomfort, she said, “We’ll find a quiet corner. I know you can’t handle all this, Wingnut.”

“Why do you keep calling me that?” I asked, finally finding my voice.

“The stupid wings … obviously,” she replied with an eye roll as she bellied up to the bar and ordered two doubles of bourbon. I had to be a little offended, but it was clever, I’d give her that.

She pulled me onto a stool in the back corner of the seedy speakeasy where I was grateful I couldn’t see anything else going on.

“So, how’s the life of an angel these days?” Lucy asked. “Doesn’t it get boring being all ‘goody two shoes’ and everything? I couldn’t live without the fun of mischief.”

“Well, of course YOU couldn’t. But it’s not so bad. There’s something satisfying in getting to help people.”

“Then why do YOU seem so fucking depressed?” she questioned, throwing my snark back at me. “Don’t tell me you’re finally letting us win,” she added sarcastically.

“Well… no … you’re right. Kinda. It’s just,” I dropped my voice as if afraid we could be heard over the thrumming bass coming from the DJ. “It’s just, I’m kind of sick of it. We help all these people and they couldn’t care less.”

“Huh,” she said in genuine surprise, taking a moment before responding. “I’d agree with you, but I spend my days trying to squash out their hope, and boy do they have a lot of it. Look around—everything on this forsaken globe sucks ass and yet these stupid humans continue to feel hopeful. Why would that be if you lot weren’t out there busy instilling that hope in them?”

Now it was my turn to be taken aback. “You know, I never really thought of it that way. Maybe you’re right.” I pondered her observation as I sipped my drink. Maybe the Mother of Lies had some truth in her yet.

“What you need is a taste of the dark side,” she said after a minute of letting me think. She had that gleam in her eyes again that meant she was up to no good.

“No, no, no. I’m not giving into temptation. I have professed an oath to protect the living creatures of this universe and I couldn’t break that now if I wanted to.”

“Who said anything about the living creatures? I was talking about just you and I.” She hiked up her leg on the side of the stool and pulled aside the gusset of her jeans shorts, revealing that her white tank was actually a leotard. She yanked on the material covering her crotch and asked, “Care for a taste?” Her shaved pussy came into view as the tension on the cotton material also unveiled one of her tantalizing tits.

Her devilish visage, complete with sexy tail and horns, flashed for a moment as she tempted me with carnal pleasure.

I had to admit that ever since I’d taken on corporeal form, my cock had been hard. Maybe I had even hoped that the night would go this way. And who would it hurt, really? As members of the Heavenly Host we weren’t prohibited from sexual acts, but it still didn’t quite feel right.

Oh fuck it.

“I’m in,” I answered with my own devilish grin. “Got somewhere private we could go?” I asked as I threw back the last bit of liquid in my glass.

“You know I do,” she said, grabbing my hand. I felt the familiar tug behind my navel and before I knew it she had transported us to a lovely country cottage, a fire in the hearth warming the place nicely.

She pulled me into her as our mouths crashed into each other, her long pointed tongue immediately darting between my lips and dancing around. I met her intensity as I reached around with both of my hands and grabbed her chunky ass. Her cheeks felt like two perfect globes in my hands and I couldn’t wait to feel them without the denim in the way.

One of her hands snaked down my torso and slid into the waistband of my taut chinos. “Well, well. I didn’t think angels were allowed to pack heat like this,” she quipped as her fingertips gripped around my aching member.

She pulled my shirt over my head and kissed down my chest and abdomen until she reached the button of my pants. She made eye contact and dramatically unfastened it, peeling the material down over my rigid cock.

By the time my pants hit the floor, my cock was enveloped in her warm, wet mouth. It felt unlike anything I had ever experienced before. Her supernatural tongue was doing things to me that were not normally possible, dancing along the ridges of my dick in ways that made me want to scream.

Considered it had been twelve centuries since my last partner, it didn’t take long before I was on the edge of orgasm. “I’m gonna come,” I groaned.

“Not yet,” she commanded, for the first time expressing her true authority as Lady of Evil.

She stood back up and resumed kissing me as she pulled my hands to her tits. They felt as incredible as they looked. Perfect pillows surrounded razor-sharp nipples, erect from arousal.

I removed my mouth from hers and brought it down to one of her magnificent breasts. My tongue encircled her areola as she moaned softly in pleasure. I guided us down to the couch and got to my knees this time.

“I don’t think it’s quite fair that I’m the only one undressed here, do you?” I teased, grabbing the her jean shorts and yanking down.

“Not at all.” She pulled her arms through the holes on her leotard as I yanked that off as well. I wanted to take longer to take in her glorious form, but I couldn’t resist the scent of her pussy for any longer than a second. I dove into her soaking wet folds with my tongue as her hands found the back of my head and she moaned in delight.

She pulled my attention up to her throbbing clit where I got to work in earnest, swirling my tongue around the hard part behind the hood.

“Yes. Right. There,” she squeaked as she threw her head back, each oscillation of my tongue eliciting a new yelp of pleasure.

“Fuck. Fuck! FUUUCK!” she wailed as her ass lifted off the couch and pressed into my face. Her orgasm ripped through her as her body convulsed and her legs tightened around my head. I felt the heat of the hearth swell nearby, matching the intensity of her climax.

Her pussy spasmed around my tongue until she slowly started to calm down. “I haven’t come like that in three millennia,” she gasped, finally regaining her breath. “Not since that fucker Baal. Are all Wingnuts as talented as you are? That was heavenly,” she joked.

“I wouldn’t know,” I teased back. But the fire in her eyes had not dissipated, even if her orgasm had.

“I need you to fuck me now,” she requested. She rolled over onto her knees, presenting her beautiful ass and pussy to me. I gave her dripping hole one last lick before standing up.

“It would be my pleasure.” I lined myself up and rubbed my head along her wet slit, moisture now running down the inside of her thighs.

“Wow that’s a streeeetch,” she groaned as she pushed herself back onto my throbbing cock. I met her effort as I gently thrust forward. “Ohhhhhh,” she whimpered as her lips finally met my base.

Inside of her, not only was there a certain unearthly heat, but I felt like my penis was getting squeezed, gripped, and massaged in ways that I had never experienced before.

As I pulled back out of her, I could feel every ridge and texture of her pussy, almost like it was begging me to stay. The absence wasn’t long—I plunged back into her as I gripped her hips and pulled. My dick slammed into the depths of her vagina and she yelped from the force.

“Fuck yessssss,” she moaned. I continued my motion, falling into a healthy rhythm as I plowed her pussy from behind.

Again and again I pounded into her as the walls of her pussy gripped my cock with every stroke. The slaps of our flesh echoed throughout the hot cottage, the windows rattling from the shockwaves of two supernatural beings fucking.

“Where do you want me to come? I’m close,” I asked through panting breaths.

“Me too. Fill me uppppppp,” Lucy cried as I felt her contract around my cock. That was enough to send me over the edge. I exploded inside of her with all the gusto of 1200 years of pent up frustration. My cock pulsed with each rope of cum that launched into her inferno-like hole until it couldn’t take the volume anymore. White secretions leaked from her pussy around my dick even as it remained buried inside her. Our pleasure enveloped us as we fell forward onto the couch, our bodies still attached.

Our chests heaved with deep breaths as the waves of pleasure slowed and we finally started to come back to ourselves.

“I can’t believe it’s taken me so long to try angel dick,” she said with a grin. “I can only dream of my imps making me feel that good. They’ll never live up to comparison again.” She turned to kiss me as my softening cock slid out of her pussy, followed by a waterfall of semen drenching the fabric below.

“Sorry if it was too much—I might have ruined your couch. It’s been a long time for me.”

“The more the merrier, I always say. Now I can’t wait for round two!”

“Who said there was going to be a round two?” I teased.

“Well you know what they say about the devil you know…”