A university freshwoman's guide to a fraternity orgy

3/11/2000

Part One: Introduction
Hello, my name is Christi. I am a 19 year old college co-edwith an amazing story to share. I have an older lover who
is married and can no longer fool around, so he and I share
our fantasies, fulfilled and unfulfilled. One of his favorite
fantasies is an experience he had while spending time with
fraternity brothers. In the house, there was a popular
custom in which one woman would "pull a train". She would
service all the men in the train, one after another, and
sometimes several at once. He reminisces with me of his
experience of sinking his hot cock into her steamy, soaking
wet pussy, not minding the sensation of other men's leavings
inside her, but just enjoying the depths and experience
of the encounter. The guys would also compete to pull the
most enthusiastic reaction from her with their performance.
The women participated voluntarily and often pleasured
at least six men in a night and often as many as 10 to fifteen.
Part Two: First Rights
Eager young college freshwoman that I am, I wanted to experiencethis. Through some inquiries of my own, I discovered that
one of the fulfillments of a sorority pledge is secret community
service. So this could work for me as well if I wanted to rush
for my university and fuck the brains out of my fraternity
brothers. All set, I filled out all the rush paperwork,
paid the rush fee, and went to work. I wanted to find the best
house with the most well hung guys, and by reputation, sigma
tau omega fit the bill. These guys won't know what hit them,
I confided to my lover. A few weeks passed in which I worked
myself hard, increasing my flexibility and the durability
of my hot young pussy. Not a day went by that I wasn't masturbating
and forcing a rod deeper into my cunt, stretching a molding
it to handle all the visitors that I wanted to enjoy. Entrance
with one of the guys in the frat was easy. I attended one of
their parties and sat in his lap. Justin was a clean party
guy. Attractive with short blond hair and deep green eyes,
it was hard to keep my perspective on the task at hand. I wanted
him. He took good care of his body, as was evident by his superb
physique. I explored his firm pectorals with my fingernails,
and worked my hand inside his button-down shirt. The t-shirt
beneath was a thin barrier to protect him from my biting
nails. Apparently he enjoyed this stimulation as his pants
became a less uncomfortable cushion for my backside. Leaning
up, I kissed his fresh mouth with my own crimson smile, and
began a dance of erotic tonguing. Shifting to straddle
his hips, I made contact with his erection, my bare pussy
soaking the front of his khaki pants as my skirt climbed
my thighs. Moving my mouth with gentle nibbling kisses
across his cheek to his ear, I began to rock gently against
him. My hands circled round to his back to continue stimulating
him as I lapped at his earlobe, blowing into it and then whispering,
"You want me, don't you?" "Yes, " he breathed.
"Right here? In front of everyone?"
"If you want to. I like to share. All these horny guys wouldlove to fuck you. Otherwise, we'd better go upstairs while
we still can." "No, " I whispered. "I want all the hot cock I can get tonight."
It didn't matter that I was his date. He knew the rules. If
the lady consented, everyone got a turn. As the procurer,
he had first dibbs. All eyes were diverted to the action
in the rocking chair as I slowly pulled my shiny blue blouse
over my 40c breasts and off my head. My long chestnut hair
gleamed in the light of the lamps as it fell down across my
back. My black satin bra was soon gone as Justin unfastened
it and slid it off my shoulders. The bra was unneccesary
as my full, firm breasts bounced slightly against my chest.
Justin leaned forward and took one rosy nipple into his
mouth, suckling on it. The exquisite pleasure of his tongue
on my breast made me shudder with delight, rocking harder
against him, increasing the pace. I ground against his
erection, my fingernails digging into the back of his shirt
as a fresh wave of pussy juice soaked his khaki pants. He
moaned against my chest, exchanging one breast for another.
He began to suck and nibble at it, pulling on the teat as would
a after succor. I pulled him closer, cradling his
head, massaging his scalp as he attended to my aching tits.
I knew that the others were enjoying the show, but it was
time to lose a little more clothing. I reached down between
us, dislodging his mouth from my breast. He kissed his way
up my chest to the sensitive flesh of my neck. Justin knew
exactly what to do. He kissed and sucked, tongued and teethed
my tender neck as I unfastened his pants. Suddenly there
was a pair of hands at my back. They were warm and comforting
once I got over the fact that now there were twenty fingers
on my body, ten of them unfastening my zipper and the other
ten massaging the muscles of my neck. The sweet massage
moved lower and paused for a moment as the skirt was lifted
over my head. Nude now, I felt more comfortable on Justin's
lap as I parted his pants and pulled his equipment from his
red silk boxers. Not wanting to cum right away at the contact
of my moist pussy, he began to play with my genitals, reaching
inside me to scoop the tasty fluid from my honey pot. Justin
met my heated gaze as he lifted a finger to his lips and sucked
it dry. He repeated the motion, but this time spread the
juice over my lips. I licked them clean and then began to
suck on his finger, in rhythm with the motion of my hips against
his other hand as he plunged his fingers in and out. The other
hands had begun to sneak around my sides and now cupped my
breasts. I felt a naked penis rub against the flesh of my
back as he began to tug and massage my chest. All this stimulation
was beginning to get to me bigtime. I met Justin's eyes a
final time and whispered into his ear while sucking it again,
"Do you want me to cum on your hand, or your dick?" That was
all the incentive he needed. With little ceremony, he lifted
me from his lap and turned me around to face the president
of the fraternity. Surprised, but pleased, I smiled up
at him mischieviously. His eyes met mine for an instant
in which we exchanged a secret look, and then returned to
gaze raptly at my magnificent breasts. Leaning forward
as Justin lowered me onto his erection, my eyes nearly rolled
into my head at the pleasure of having a hot hard penis inside
my aching vagina. President Chris stepped closer, and
I was briefly distracted by his dark good looks before my
attention returned to the enormous penis before me. Still,
his image was trapped in my mind. The searing, deep brown
eyes and well styled chocolate sheen of his hair. A moderate
six foot two inches tall, he was solid and a leader physically
as well as verbally. I reached up as the rocking chair began
to move again and cupped the smooth cock between my breasts.
Chris moaned as he joined the action and began to tit fuck
me. Justin's hands at my waist steadied me. Chris took the
place of my hands holding my tits together with his own,
deeply tanned from all the carwashes and volleyball games
in the summer sun. I cupped and massaged his balls with practiced
ease, seeking out the sensitive places and teasing him
to increasing hardness. The warm, furry sac was a treasure
trove of nerves in his anatomy. I could tell that I was getting
to him. He glanced over his shoulder every now and again
to see how our audience was taking this. Besides a nebulous
enjoyment at my exhibition, my attention was entirely
focused on the men touching my body, the one invading me,
the other enjoying the valley of my cleavage. When he wasn't
looking, I quickly lowered my head and lapped at the head
of his penis. Startled, his head whipped back around and
he smiled at me, seemingly innocently stroking the base
of his penis and scrotum. With his full attention, I moved
his hands to the front of my jugs and took his penis in my mouth,
just a little bit at a time. I lapped at the head, circling
it with my tongue and nibbling at the underside, dipping
my tongue into the ever-widening hole at the cum slit. He
seemed to enjoy this. Chris began to pant. I could feel Justin's
hot breath at the back of my neck as he continued to pound
into me. With my attention divided between the two of them,
I found that I could hold back on my orgasm. But I was wrong.
Justin knew exactly what was happening. He stared up at
Chris over my head and nodded imperceptibly. At that moment,
Justin squeezed my waist and lifted me up to squat over him,
increasing the depth and length of his strokes, all the
way in, and almost all the way out. This stimulated me in
different ways and I began to pant as well. Chris was about
to cum from the attention I was giving him with my mouth,
but ever the gentleman, he wanted me to cum first, to make
me grateful and thus give him all I had to make his orgasm
the most pleasurable of the evening. All the other fraternity brothers had stopped merely
rubbing their pants and began to shed them. They took their
penises in hand and began to stroke them to match the pace
that Justin had set. The sight was an erotic encouragement
that I could not ignore. Chris knelt in front of the chair and took my nipple into
his mouth. The hard nub was no match for the skill of his teeth
and tongue as he worked it over. He moved to the other one
only when I begged him. Almost mindless with pleasure,
I was focused on one thing, keeping that penis in my pussy
and milking it until I came. I felt the shuddering clenching
of my stomach muscles, the prelude to a violent orgasm.
Having imbibed a bit of beer, the audience became brave
and cheered them on. "Come on, Chris, suck those tits."
"I'll bet those cherries taste sweet."
"Give it to her, Justin."
"Yeah, ram it in deep."
"She looks close. Bring her over, Man. Let's see the IcePrincess melt."
Ice princess? Is that what they called me behind my back.True, I was very discreet and most of the men I'd been with
were older, but I didn't think I came off as cold. Well, I'd
show them. Without another thought, I pumped against Justin, using
my leverage to fuck him hard and fast as I came, my pussy juices
dripping out around him, lubricating the action as I screamed
in passion. "Yes! Fuck me! All of you!"
The spasming clenching of my muscles around him drew forthJustin's own release. He squeezed my waist mercilessly
as he pounded into me one last time before pumping me full
of his thick, creamy cum. Relaxing against his sweaty chest,
I opened my eyes and grabbed Chris' penis again. I was hungry
for cum. "Feed me, " I pleaded. He obliged, stuffing my face full
of his huge battering ram. I swallowed him as I'd been taught,
taking him deep into my throat while breathing through
my nose like a mare in heat. My teeth lightly grazed the base,
causing him to shudder and watch me carefully. I wanted
to smile, but couldn't. I winked at him. Guys love to watch
me suck their penises. Playfully, I batted my eyelashes
at him. Still attached to me like man's dream of siamese twins,
Chris pulled me from Justin's lap and walked me gently to
the couch. The semicircle parted for him as he moved to sit
on the couch. He lay back and allowed me to kneel between
his thighs, resting my hands on his abdomen, raking my nails
gently over the tender musculature there. Chris smiled
at me and called over the vice president to attend to my exposed
backside. Jeremy was not as tall as Justin or Chris, but
I admired his prowess with the fairer sex and the bulge in
his pants that always drew the eye. A criminal justice major,
we had logic class together, so I knew that there was more
to him than met the crotch. As I performed my mouth art on
the president, I imagined what was going on behind me as
he lowered his bike shorts and the couch gave under his weight.
Surprisingly, the first thing I felt was his fingers parting
my pussy lips and then a warm, moist appendage exploring
them. Oh, my god. He was going to eat me out. I tossed my long,
curly hair over my shoulder and allowed it to stroke Chris'
thighs. His indrawn breath gratified my need to pleasure
him on every level. His hands moved to massage my scalp and
guide me to the sensitive places he enjoyed most. Taking
each egg into my mouth, I suckled his balls. Nibbling at
the skin around them, I drove him further towards his impending
orgasm when I inched a finger beneath them to massage his
prostate. This was too much, and before he knew it, I had
him pumping his full load of cum into my welcoming, suckling
tongue, pulling at his head with each spurt into my vaccuuming
cavern. Unlike Justin, Chris could be very vocal in his
orgasm. His shout of ecstasy erased the tension in the room
and raised the volume level a bit. The men began to admire
my physical assets and discuss how they'd like to enjoy
my body. Listening carefully, I catalogued each suggestion
for later use. They were obviously used to the status structure
of these parties, and knew who would go next. I could no longer
ignore Jeremy's talented musings into the depths of my
pleasure center. He was driving me insane with pleasure
as he skillfully manipulated each bundle of nerves. He
had me shaking in no time. Evidently, this was his aim, as
he then rose and allowed his hands to take over, easing first
one, then two, and finally three of his fingers into my dripping
cunt. His equally massive prick would obviously have no
difficulty after such expert preparation, so I could tell
that he was just playing with me now. Such a man could be dangerous.
This turned me on even more as I pushed back against him.
Just as I began to spasm around his fingers, he thrust into
me. This completed my sense of fulfillment. The exquisite
feeling of him moving in and out of me, hitting all the pleasure
points in and out of my body drove me to continue to orgasm
until I could stand it no longer and my nerves became sensitive
as to be painful. Sensing my discomfort, Jeremy obliged
me by pulling out and moving to my now vacant mouth and allowing
me to lap the pussy juice and cum from his penis, at the same
time lubricating it with my saliva. I began to suckle and
nibble on the skin of his shaft. No man is immune to such treatment,
so I knew that if I continued this, he would soon bathe my
throat with his sweet essence. Not wanting to spoil the
center attraction, yet not wanting to be upstaged by anyone
else, Jeremy gave me one last taste of him, then bent and
kissed me deeply, the flavor of my vagina and Justin's cum
on both our tongues as they played together. Before anyone
else could step forward to take his territory, he moved
behind me again and took his position at the opening of my
anus. He would be the first man to take me there tonight.
No one else could claim this honor. Egged on by his subordinates,
Jeremy eased inside me. Only when he had a good rhythm going
inside me doggy style did he pause to turn me onto my back
and lift my left leg to allow everyone a perfect view of my
pussy and his firm dick stroking in and out of my bunghole.
Kneeling beside me on the couch as he thrust into me, he leaned
down to partake of my tits, swirling his long, mobile tongue
around each respective nipple. I enjoyed this position.
It was almost as erotic to meet his seductive gaze as he lapped
at my areolae and thrust inside me ever faster, increasing
the heat of our bodies with the friction of his strokes.
"I'm going to fill your anus with my cum." he rasped. "Your
ass is mine." He sounded so possessive, it rang a chord in
my mind. So this is what attracted women to him. This feral
power mirrored by the strength and vitality of his body.
Funny how a girl can have emotional insights while being
fucked out of her mind by a virile young criminal justice
major in front of a group of salivating fraternity members.
I merely smiled and replied, "Bring it on." Jeremy grinned
victoriously and with renewed vigor proceeded to pound
into me until I felt as if he were tearing me apart and putting
me back together again in the fashion he preferred. All
I could do was endure this onslaught and wait for the waves
of pleasure to continue. Supporting himself with his hands,
he claimed my mouth again and fucked me with his tongue,
plunging it in and out of my mouth, swirling it around my
own in rhythm with the practiced motion of his hips. Soon
we were rocking against one another with the animal passion
of people lost in the music of sex. It was quite a sight. All
the fraternity brothers agreed that this was the hilight
of the evening. When we finally came, it was explosive.
My mouth had gone nearly numb from all the attention he gave
me. My fingers were busy, the left hand digging into the
muscles of his right shoulder as he possessed me- the right
hand playing with my now recovered pussy and clit, brushing
his balls from time to time, stimulating him further. He
shuddered and collapsed onto me. I wrapped my legs about
his hips as he slipped out of me, holding his powerful body
close to me as our breathing steadied. It was with some reluctance,
but all in the spirit of the night that we relinquished one
another to further entertain the men in the room. Part Two: Free for all? Intro to More to cum...
Recovered from his orgasm, Chris took charge again. Thechosen leader of the group, he assigned sex acts and pricking
order to the younger members of the fraternity. The other
three officers of the fraternity, Carlos the historian,
Daniel the secretary, and Brian the treasurer would have
their choice of pleasures. Sam and Andrew would take me
in a double penetration, arm wrestling for the privilige
of fucking my tender pussy. John and Michael would take
turns fucking my tits and mouth at the same time, switching
off every thirty seconds according to the time kept by Jeremy.
Finally, the newest pledges would get the opportunity
to show their moves with my supposedly weary, slightly
less cooperative body. They would be scored on their presentation,
skill at arousing me, and how many times they could make
me cum before shooting into my mouth from a sizable distance
away. If they missed their target, they would lose points.
Turning to examine my final party participants, I gasped
at the size and breadth of Calvin's erection. That would
probably still be quite a formidable ending to this evening
of pounding and moaning. Travis was not quite so gifted,
but his body was the lean and hard muscular version of an
athlete in his prime, a body builder in the making. He looked
capable of great stamina and acrobatics in the sac. A sportsman
to the core, with an athlete's competitive spirit, I knew
he would do his best to give a great show. Tonight truly would
save the best for last. Part Three: Officer's Club ===>
Carlos, Daniel, and Brian stepped forward. Jeremy broughtdown an air mattress and placed it in the center of the room.
The three men were friends and competitors in athletic
pursuits. Carlos and Daniel played football for the university
and Brian wrestled. The three men were popular among the
ladies, and known for their team spirit in this department.
There was nothing gay about it. They just ended up partying
together and when the clothes came off, not a single one
of them was willing to admit defeat and leave the comfortable
confines of his current inebriated position. Thus the
lady enjoyed her partner and then moved on to the next, a
circle of pleasure for each one to relate back to her friends.
Carlos loved a woman's breasts. "Just look at those fine
ripe melons, boys. My cock's hungry for a taste of that fruit."
Daniel was more attracted to a woman's face. "What a pair
of lips. Oh, she'll be smiling like a cat once she gets a mouthful
of my canary." Brian had a fetish for legs and feet. "I want to nibble on
those cute little toes, and then lap my way up to her pussy
before I pound into her." In a flurry of activity to my senses, the three men removed
their boxers, Carlos his Tommy Hilfiger's, Daniel his
Calvin Klein's, and Brian his Looney Tunes. Daniel knelt
by my head and began stroking his cock in front of my face.
I gazed down to see Carlos bending over my chest to suckle
my nipples and get my swollen breasts ready for him to fuck,
massaging lotion into them to make the surface slick. Brian
literally began by taking my toes into his mouth, one at
a time, suckling on them while he massaged my foot. The whole
treatment was so relaxing that I was able to deep throat
Daniel once he finally finished running his moist, drooling
cock head over my face and around my lips. My face glowed
with the sheen of his precum as he eased into my eager mouth,
an inch at a time, then down my throat. His hands were buried
in my hair, massaging my scalp as he guided my head and began
to stroke. I eased my other foot down into Brian's lap and
began to stroke it against his erection. He groaned and
moved up my foot to string a bracelet of nibbling kisses
around my ankle. I suppressed a smile, so as not to bite Daniel.
My left hand massaged Carlos' head while my right stroked
Daniel's balls as he pumped in and out of my mouth. I wondered
if Brian would ever reach my sopping cunt. He licked his
way up behind my knees and over my thighs. He ran his penis
between my feet, cupping them around him, squeezing himself
with them. Carlos continued to suck my aching breasts,
one after the other until he became so excited that he straddled
my waist and began to thrust his hard dick between the moist
globes. The soft, hard pillar rocked back and forth between them, creating a heat that
raised my own awareness of him, the feel of his thighs caging
me. The lotion he'd applied made them smooth and slippery,
so like a vagina. His hands continued to massage my tits
as he rode me, enjoying the texture as he pinched and rubbed
the nipples to increasing stiffness. It wasn't long before
my running back decided to score and pour forth his warm
jism across my well loved breasts. My wrestler had worked
his way up my legs, thighs, and finally up my legs thighs,
and finally inside my hot, moist cunt. I wanted him inisde
me. I wanted him to fuck me hard and londg. He had a ll the pleasure
he could handle from my feet and long, luscious legs. It
didn't take much more than the squeezing pressure of my
vaginal muscles to bring Brain to a fast and intense climax.
H bucked against me, almost dislodging Daniel from my mouth
with the furiousness of his pounding thrusts. I could tell
from the strength of his arms and thighs against my body
that he would be formidable opponent on the mat. Surprised
at his fortitude while the others erupted so quickly, I
made a point to increase the suction of my mouth and the pressure
and speed with with my hands massaged Daniel's balls. He
knew what I was doing, and showing off his endurance, he
fought to keepp control. It was a battle of hiss will against
my skill. I released him for a second, complimenting his
performance with a loud and lusty whistle. "Boy are you
good." "You're not so bad yourself, hot stuff, " he replied, stretching
his mighty mthigh uscles before resuming his crouched
position beside my head. "Give me some more of that talented
mouth" "As you wish, " I replied. The room filled with the
hoooting encouragement of the other fraternity brothers.
"Come on man." "Yeah, show her who's boss." "Make her hungry for that monster."
"Give her a sore throat!"
It was time to play hard ball, or hard balls rather. I slowlyand surely worked him back to full magnificence and began
tickling his scrotum with my fingernails. I urged him to
straddle my shoulders. I really wanted to kneel above him,
but knew that half of my audience wouldn't appreciate the
screen of my long mane blocking their show. I took this opportunity
to slip one finger down to massage his prostate, increasing
the pleasure of the motions of his hips against my face with
each thrust. "You're playing dirty, honey." he moaned.
I knew exactly which buttons to press. I winked up at him.
He smiled back before leaning his head back and groaning
loudly. A lion was my lover. He growled in release as I felt
the cum roar through his balls, down his shaft and into my
throat. He subsided gradually after a few last suckling
motions of my tongue. I pulled back so that I could lick the
extra semen from my lips where it had overflown. With one
final caress, I pulled my hands out from between his thighs
and patted his buttocks playfully. He rose and backed off
into the confines of a waiting towel held by Travis. <br>
Part Four: Up In Arms
Sam and Andrew walked into the center of the room and knelton either
side of the coffee table Chris and Brian had centered there. Sam wore
nothing but a smile and a pair of bikini briefs in red spandex. Andrew
favored flannel boxers with black "no's" emblazoned amongst
glow-in-the-dark "yes's" on the white surface. Bare chested, they were
powerfully built and evenly matched. Flexing their triceps and biceps
for the admiration of their peers, they leered at me. I sat back and
spread my thighs apart, reaching down to tease them with a visual
display of my favors by diddling my clitoris. Andrew licked his lips
and turned his attention to the task at hand. Sam's mouth dropped open
and he merely shook his head as I wet my finger needlessly with my
tongue and lowered it to continue my masturbation show. Despite his
short visit, Brian had not brought me to orgasm. I was still feeling
a bit warm from his attention, so I didn't trifle with my stimulation.
I did what I liked best, using both hands to manipulate my labia and
clitoris, stroking them, pinching them, stimulating myself to an
increased level of arousal. Half the crowd's attention was on me, but
the rest were focused on the arm wrestling match. I caught Sam gazing
at me out of the corner of his eye. I winked at him and moaned. The
moment of divided concentration was all Andrew needed to start the
descension of Sam's bulging arm to the table. But Sam wouldn't lose
so easily. I laughed and played harder, moaning more frequently as I
spread my thighs wider, rocking from side to side as I rode my hand.
Heads swiveled back and forth between the action on the table and the
mattress. My body shook as I began to orgasm. The men were getting
tired as the match had lasted about 3 minutes, going back and forth
with muscle strain. Finally, Sam made a superhuman effort by sheer
strength of competitive, horny, hormonal will, and took the match with
a triumphant grunt. I smiled up at him dreamily as he came over to
claim his prize. The orgasmic juices pouring from my honeypot drew his
attention. He dove between my thighs and lapped them up. "Guys, she
is so sweet. It's worth the wait, believe me." I smiled at him. He
loved to play to the crowd. We both knew that he had that contest
before it began. After all, Andrew is bisexual and has a thing for
anal sex. The two roomates were well aware of one another's
preferences, but no one else had a clue. It was common knowlegde to
the ladies around campus, but a well-guarded secret from the men.
Enthusiastically, Sam lay down and pulled me on top of him, leaving my
backside open to Andrew's attention. Knowing that it wasn't popular
to rim a woman in a roomful of guys, Andrew couldn't resist the sight
of my anus winking at him. He knelt behind me and took a long lap up
between my pussy lips and into my anus. His long tongue was a sharp
appendage that gradually worked its way inside me. I loved the feel
of his hot tongue as he took stroke after stroke at my anus. I wanted
him to fuck me with his long, talented tongue. He was just teasing me,
though. I knew that this would not last much longer. Of course, I
had to cater to my audience, and began to twist and writhe in
pleasure. Seeing my tortured frame, Andrew decided to indulge me and
smiled into my crack as he plunged his tongue deep inside me. It was a
cool, smooth invader, wet and attentive. He worked his way inside an
inch at a time. Soon he was swabbing the walls of my colon with his
eager tongue. I couldn't take much more of the attention and he
decided to end the torture as my moans became incoherent gasps, "Oh,
yeah. Mmm...mmm...tongue my asshole, Andrew...Do it!" Surprisingly,
the other guys weren't averse to enjoying the scene. They did remain
quiet; however, envious of the length and skill of the appendage that
was giving me such pleasure. I hadn't lost control once this night,
and I was getting hotter and hotter by the moment, with each thrust
into my ass. Sam was enjoying the benefits of my spasming muscles and
the secret motions of Andrew's tongue on the other side of the
membrane separating my anus from my pussy. Only Andrew would use the
guise of a woman to suck Sam off. My vagina clamped down on Sam as I
tried to keep my ass loose as to avoid the pain of penetration. It was
no use as Andrew raised his body to his knees and prepared to enter
my now vacant bunghole. He eased into the well-prepared channel and
began to rock back and forth, deliberately varying his motions to rub
against Sam on his way out. The two stopped for a moment, both deep
inside me, to savor the heat of my lower body caressing them, the
blood throbbing. I alternated from leaning forward to french kiss Sam
as he fondled my tits, and leaning back to lap at Andrew's goate'd
chin. I really didn't want to kiss him at this point as I preferred
cum to my own waste. He understood this, and smiled at me. I enjoyed
being cradled between the two men as they did most of the work for me.
All I wanted to do was relax and moan, enjoying their attention and
pleasuring of my body. Gently, they began to rock faster, the sweat on
their bodies glistening in the lamplight as the motions became at
once more refined, and similarly more specific to deep areas of my
cunt and anus. Long, fast strokes, creating hot friction against my
interior walls. Spiraling pleasure that increased with each change of
pace. Sam's face was contorted with his approaching orgasm as I leaned
down to lap at his cheeks, his forehead, nipping at his chin. My
fingers diddled his nipples, squeezing them as I milked his cock of
it's juices. Andrew, ever the gentleman, allowed Sam to go first and
did his best to increase the motions on his end, moving his penis in
quick, short strokes inside my ass, so as to mimick a hand jerking him
off. With that and Sam's own thrusts, both men were within a half
minute of one another as they exploded, spraying my body with cum as
they pulled out at the last second. My back and some of my long mane,
as well as my breasts were covered in the warm and quickly cooling
essence of cum. I sampled each, using one hand behind my back to scoop
some off, and then the other to wipe a finger's coating of jism from
my left tit. Savoring the semen on my tongue, I lapped it all off,
exaggerating my facial expression of dining enjoyment. With this, I
smiled, and stood, stretching my leg muscles as I massaged Sam's cum
into my breasts, pausing in front of Andrew as he wiped my back and
between my swollen pussy lips with a moist towel one of the pledges
had prepared for the purpose. The hopeful pledge was disappointed as
the task was caringly and personally delivered by the loser of the arm
wrestling match. Continued with part Five in a future article.