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Julianna returned and took one girl after the other. She took Christine ahead of Pam, then came back and got Pam. She guided Pam back through the maze and up some stairs. At the top of the stairs they came to a door, which was guarded by another girl in a hooded cloak. She opened the door and allowed them to pass. The door opened onto a compact room. Along one wall was a row of four curtained compartments, like dressing stalls. In fact, that was what they were. One of the curtains was pushed aside and Sylvia stepped out, wearing a tiny floral print string bikini top bra that just barely covered her nipples, matching garter belt, which held up pale pink stockings, tiny matching crotchless panties, and a brown leather collar around her neck. She saw Pam and Julianna and did a twirl with her arms over her head like a ballerina.

"How do I look?" Her plump tits jiggled in the snug restraint of the bra. Her nipples were erect points through the thin fabric.

"Wonderful," Julianna said. Pam had to agree. It was hard to believe a girl who looked that sexy had been dressed in such a dull, conservative suit. "If you'll give me a few moments to show Pam where to go, I'll be back to lead you to the next phase."

"Ok," Sylvia said cheerfully. She seemed excited at the prospect of getting dressed up in such a lewd way to have sex with men she had not met yet.

Julianna took Pam to the last stall in the row.

"This will be your changing room. This outfit has been chosen for you to wear," Julianna said. "It is required before we can proceed."

"Ok." Pam went in. Julianna pulled the curtain closed. Pam surveyed the stall. Outside, she could hear Julianna talking with Sylvia. The door opened, their voices faded, and the door closed. Her outfit hung on a hanger on one wall. Along the opposite wall was a bench. The back wall supported a large mirror.

Pam studied the mirror. She could not make out anything definite, but she would not put it past these people to be observing her at that moment. However, Pam decided that under the circumstances she could accept such a thing, and began to undress.

There was a soft knock on the wall and she heard Christine's quiet voice.

"Pam?" she said. Pam stopped, wearing only her bra and panties. She opened the curtain. Christine was waiting outside, expectantly, half dressed in a lacy, white outfit that could have tempted a priest to abandon his faith for a single chance to get his hands on her. She had put on the tiny, lacy bra and panties and skimpy garter belt and stocking, but was holding a bustier around her waist.

"Could you help me with this?" she asked innocently.

"Sure," Pam said. "Turn around." As Christine turned her back to her, Pam glanced at the mirror out of the corner of her eye. There was still no evidence that it was a two way mirror, but she was certain someone was there watching them. Christine had obviously not considered this possibility.

Christine held her hair up out of the way and Pam zipped up the back of the bustier. Christine had to suck in her breath as it got tight. She let her hair fall back and turned around, running her hands over her slender, compressed sides.

"I've never worn anything like this. It feels so sexy." She adjusted her tits in the tight bra. The tiny patches of lacy white material were barely big enough to cover her hard nipples. She held up a brown leather collar. "What do I do with this?"

Pam examined it more closely. The leather was old and worn and stained, like an old, comfortable saddle. How many women like herself and Christine had worn these collars in the past? On the back, near the clasp that held it on the wearer, was a brass ring, securely fastened to the leather. Pam could only imagine what the was for. A leash, maybe? Whatever it was, it foretold of interesting events to come.

"It goes around your neck," Pam said.

"A collar? What are they going to do, walk me?"

"Probably."

"Did they give one to you?"

Pam inspected the items on her hanger. An identical collar was among them. "Yeah."

"Are you going to wear yours?"

"I suppose I have to."

Christine looked disappointed. "Yeah. I guess so." She slipped it around her neck and affixed the clasp. Her outfit was complete, and it was all in white, from the spike heeled shoes, the sheer, white stockings and lacy garter belt, the snug bustier, to the tiny panties and tight, lacy, strapless pushup bra. She sighed.

"Are you still scared?" Pam said quietly, in case anyone was listening as well as watching.

Christine nodded. "I've never done anything like this."

"Neither have I," Pam said reassuringly, even though it was probably a lie.

"No. I mean ..." Her voice grew very quiet, to a whisper. "I'm a virgin."

The shock of surprise almost made Pam fall down. She had to close her mouth.

"What are you doing here?" Pam asked, and realized she had asked that question once before.

"What are they going to do when they find out?" Christine asked nervously.

Pam's expression changed to a grin. "They're going to love you. You'll probably be their favorite." Christine looked hurt and Pam immediately felt guilty. "I'm sorry," she said. Christine looked away. "I know how scared you are."

"What's going to happen when they find out?" She folded her arms across her front. "Are they going to kick me out?"

"I doubt that." Christine looked back at her, but Pam couldn't read her expression. Was it anger, or confusion?

The door opened and Julianna entered with Beverly in tow. Christine and Pam looked at her, then back at each other. Pam saw a look in Christine's eyes that made her feel that she had her trust, and that her new friend was going to be ok.

"You look marvelous," Julianna said, admiring Christine. "If you're ready, we can go."

"I'm ready," Christine said.

Pam heard a very slight tremor in her voice and hoped the others didn't hear it. Julianna showed Beverly into one of the vacant stalls and took Christine's hand to lead her out. Pam turned back to her stall. In the mirror, she saw Christine stop Julianna by the open door and lean close to her ear and whisper something. Pam turned around to look at them. Julianna nodded and said something to her. Christine looked back at Pam. She was blushing, but she was smiling. The door closed and she was gone to the next step of the initiation. Somehow, Pam felt very close to Christine.

She was still holding the collar, so she put it on first. She removed her bra and panties and set them neatly with her skirt and blouse. Undoubtedly, she would wear these clothes again when she was finally allowed to leave, so she thought it best not to get them dirty or wrinkled.

The hanger did not hold much else. She slipped on the spaghetti strapped leather bra and adjusted the tiny, snug pieces of black leather into place around her tits. It pushed her flesh up and made it look more copious than it actually was. The leather panties consisted of a tiny piece of leather in the front that hardly covered her bush, and two spaghetti straps that came up over her ass like a jock strap, leaving her entire crotch exposed.

She was also given a snug, small, leather bustier that laced across her front. She laced it as tight as she could on her own, but not so tight she wouldn't be able to breathe. It was not as big as Christine's, and left a great deal more flesh exposed. For her feet, she was given thigh high leather boots instead of stockings and a garter belt.

She zipped up the boots and looked at herself in the mirror. Christine was right. The outfit did feel sexy. Maybe it was a combination of the outfit and the anticipation of what was to follow now that they had drank the sperm, intoxicated themselves with powerful drugs and dressed for the occasion. Whatever was going to happen next, it was going to be interesting.

Julianna came in and went right to Pam's stall. Pam could see her in the mirror standing behind her with her hands clasped behind her like a soldier at parade rest.

"You look great," Julianna said, smiling.

"Thanks. You look hot, too."

"You're kind to say so. Come with me and we can get started." She held her hand out like she was helping up a little girl who had fallen off a swing. Pam put her hand in Julianna's, feeling a little silly about being led around like this, and let herself be led out of the room and down the hall. Her excitement had made her terrifically wet. Without the benefit of cloth panties on her crotch to soak it up, her juices were running down the insides of her thighs. It had been a long time since she was this excited at the prospect of being sexually violated. The anticipation alone was going to make her orgasm.

The room they entered was the most bizarre yet. The hallway that led to it darkened, like they were entering a cave. It did nothing to make Pam feel at ease. The hooded guards at the double doors were two of the huge guys she had seen earlier that night behind the table. They swung the doors open as Julianna approached. Pam was instantly assailed with the smell of more marijuana, and it was much more powerful than she had experienced in the other room. The air was thick with the smoke, like a heavy fog. The breeze from the doors created a swirling pattern she could see in the dim light from the hallway. The light did not penetrate deeply into the dark room. Julianna took Pam in.

The second thing that assailed her from the room was the music. The particular song she recognized, a cut from the first Black Sabbath album. The volume was not unbearably loud, but loud enough to make casual conversation difficult.

There was a long, curved table along one wall. Many people in hooded cloaks were seated around it. Pam could just make this much out in the darkness. She knew there were many of them because of the glowing coals on the ends of their joints. In front of it, inside the semi-circular table, was a smaller table. Its purpose was not immediately obvious.

Pam was handed over to a pair of muscular men, and Julianna departed into the shroud of darkness. The men held her arms gently, but she could tell by their grip that they were not weak men. They took her to a stool in the center of the room, where a bright light shined straight down from the ceiling, and turned her to face the table. Someone approached her out of the darkness, a girl, about her height. With her was another girl, who was holding a variety of objects Pam could not see clearly.

"Hold your wrists up," the girl said above the noise of the music. She had a soft, lyrical quality to her voice. Pam recognized the voice. This girl must be someone she had spoken with the week before during rush week. Unfortunately, she could not recall the girl's face.

Pam held her wrists up and the girls strapped wide leather cuffs around them, securing them tightly. Pam flexed her fingers. The leather straps felt like handcuffs. Small, brass rings were attached to the cuffs, just like the ring on the collar.

"Now your ankles," the girl said. The muscular guys pulled Pam back and sat her on the stool. The surface of the stool was cold against her bare ass. The girl stooped down in front of Pam. The guys held her arms and hands to keep her steady while Pam held up first one ankle, then the other. The girl strapped leather cuffs around them just like the ones around her wrists. The cuffs would obviously make it difficult to remove the boots.

"Put your arms behind your back," the girl said, and moved out of Pam's vision. Pam complied with her request, holding her wrists together behind her back. After a moment, she felt a pair of hands doing something to the cuffs. She had an idea what was happening, and her suspicion was confirmed when a quick jerk locked her wrists together tightly. She heard a soft cry of surprise escape past her lips despite her efforts to keep herself under control.

What happened next was something she hadn't expected. The girl moved Pam's hair aside, looped the straps that bound her wrists together through the ring on the collar, and gently, slowly, drew her wrists up between her shoulder blades, just to the point where it began to be painful, and tied it off.

Pam groaned, and her teeth gritted together. Her chest was thrust out and she was unable to move her arms or hands at all. She was trapped half nude in a room full of horny men. The thought of them doing it to her made her whimper and rock her hips like a cat in heat. She was ready to cum before they even touched her.

The girls came around and held their hands out, motioning for Pam to stand. The guys helped her to her feet, even though she could have done it on her own. The girls stood silently in front of her while the guys gently forced her down to her knees. Pam waited anxiously for what they might do next. Were they going to rape her right there? Would she have to endure a barrage from all these guys at once? In a way, she kind of hoped they would do it to her like that. There was a time in high school when she would have done anything to make it with the whole football team at once.

But they weren't going to do that. Both girls kneeled down with Pam. The one who seemed to be the assistant appeared to be holding some sort of case, like a briefcase. The first girl popped open the snaps and lifted the lid. The case was full of makeup, but very little that she was familiar with. Most of it was big sticks and jars of bright colors, like the stuff a clown might use.

The girl took our one of the paint sticks. Pam tried to see her face under the hood, but could see nothing in the shadow. The smoke from the weed had made her dizzy, extremely stoned, and she had to consciously blink when her eyes dried out.

The girl smeared the paint on Pam's face in strange patterns. Pam couldn't figure out what she was doing. Was this a part of the humiliation? The girl switched to a different color. Pam felt very weird.

Finally, she finished and took a moment to survey her work. The assistant had disposed of the case and proffered a hand mirror. The first girl held up the mirror so Pam could see the results. Pam's eyes grew wide. Her cheeks, forehead, and the bridge of her nose were painted with red, yellow and white stripes, like war paint. At first she was horrified, but her reaction quickly changed. The war paint gave her a sinister, sexy look, very much like the way Adam Ant looked. Pam actually smiled as she turned her face to examine the effect in the mirror.

The girls got up and disappeared again. One of the guys gently laid his hand on her shoulder in case she thought she was supposed to get up as well.

"Open your mouth," the girl commanded from over Pam's right shoulder. Pam swallowed and opened her mouth. "Wider." Pam stretched her jaw wider. She didn't clearly see the object that went into her mouth, but it looked like a large, red ball made of hard plastic. The gag wedged her jaw open and was strapped behind her head. Pam wanted to scream, but the gag prevented her from getting a sound out. All she heard was a weak, choked squeal from her throat.

The guys pulled her to her feet and sat her on the stool again. The soft voiced girl appeared with a length of leather rope. She knelt at Pam's feet and looped either end of the narrow leather strip through the rings on the ankle cuffs. With one quick, hard tug, her ankles were locked together. She wrapped the strip a couple of times around both ankles, and tied it tight.

Pam looked around uncertainly at the people surrounding her. She could see one or two of them whispering something to each other, but the music made it impossible for her to hear. She squirmed on the seat, hanging on the verge of an orgasm. She was nervous about letting herself go. A climax would feel so good, and it would not take much more from these people to send her off.

Pam was completely helpless and almost shivering with fear and anticipation. The two girls stood back and the two muscular guys picked her up and carried her to the small table, which they laid her across, face down. The surface was cold and hard, like the seat of the stool. With no way to support herself with her arms, her cheek and tits were pressed flat against the table.

"Relax," said the girl with the distinctly soft voice. Pam felt her warm hand on her ass cheek. Pam was relaxed, but curious about what they were doing. They had her ass up, so this might be where they were going to fuck her. Would all of these guys line up to give it to her one after the other? It might be a little difficult with her ankles tied together, but she would do her best.

The gentle hand on her ass spread her cheeks apart. Pam prepared herself to get fucked in the ass, which was fine with her. Her hips churned. She would probably cum as soon as she felt a dick pushing into her.

Something cold and slippery touched her asshole. At first she thought it was a greased up cock and relaxed to let it enter her. She quickly realized, however, that the object was much too cold to be a man's cock, and much too large to be forced into her rectum. She screamed, vainly, since the gag muffled her voice, and thrashed, tightening her asshole to force it out. The icy cold steel rod had already made its way into her body and was pushing deeper. As the pain increased, she tried to beg the girl to take it out, but the gag prevented her, even stifling her sobs. A few tears fell from her eyes to the highly polished table top. The pain increased until it was all the way inside her. She tried to force her legs apart as wide as she could, despite the restraint of the cuffs around her ankles. Nothing she did could alleviate the pain.

A hand was twisting the steel rod inside her. It was numbing cold, like it had been left overnight in a freezer. She heard the soft click of a switch and felt a strange buzzing in her asshole. It took her a few moments to realize it was a faint electrical current from the steel pole that was tickling her insides. The current shot right through her clitoris to her brain with the most exquisite sensation she had ever felt. She came instantly, screaming behind the gag and thrashing on the table against her restraints. One of the girls kept her hand on Pam's bare back to keep her from throwing herself off the table.

When Pam finally calmed down, the girl motioned to the guys, who approached and flipped Pam gently onto her back. Pam was delirious from the incredible orgasm. The current continued to tickle her deep inside her body. A hand reached inside her panties and she winced, feeling a hot flash of desire rush through her body. Warm fingers smeared grease between the lips of her cunt. The girl spread her legs, exposing her wet cunt.

Pam raised her head to see what was happening to her. The guys were holding her knees apart. The soft voiced girl turned away to her assistant, and turned back to Pam. Pam's eyes grew wide again. In the girl's hands was a long, thick, bumpy plastic penis, big enough to dwarf Stacy's. The girl lowered it between Pam's thighs. Pam dropped her head to the table and screamed as the dildo disappeared into her pussy. She feared the huge thing was going to rip her open. It, too, was ice cold.

Holding it firmly inside Pam's tight cunt, the girl flicked another switch, and the new object began vibrating madly. Pam screamed once more as her body orgasmed violently, then she passed out and was still.

The girl looked at Pam, then looked at the other guys. One of them shrugged. The girl shrugged. The people sitting around the table were watching. Most of them pulled off their hoods. They began to talk to each other in hushed murmurs. One of the men quickly moved around the table to Pam and checked her pulse.

"She's ok," he said. "Just sleeping." He went casually back to his seat and the girl motioned to one of the big guys in the corner. As he stepped forward, the girl's assistant moved up behind Pam's head and tied a blindfold over her eyes.
"Take her to the fourth room," the soft voiced girl told the big guy. "Be gentle with her." The hood moved as he nodded silently. She stood back. He lifted Pam and hoisted her over his shoulders like she was nothing more than a sack of old clothes he was taking home to his parents to be washed. He carried her out a back door.

The double doors opened and Julianna led in Beverly, wearing a skin tight, red satin jump suit with cutaways in all the important places.

An orgasm roused Pam out of her sleep, waking her from an interesting dream in which she was screwing three men with cocks bigger and harder than she ever could have imagined, one dick in her mouth, one in her cunt and one in her asshole. They were not just men, but robots, cold skinned machines with cocks that never quit working, no matter how hard or how often she came.

She tried not to pay attention to the fact that she couldn't figure out what bed she was in or why she was in such an uncomfortable position, at least not until the orgasm ended. Memories of what had happened to her brought her back to reality with a shock, cutting off her orgasm just at the peak, the very best part. Her eyes snapped open so she could get her bearings, but the world was still dark. It took her forever to realize she was blindfolded. The uncertainty made her feel more frightened than excited. She began to fear that she had sunk herself into danger, unable to move or see to protect herself.

The bed was comfortably soft and warm. Her head was on the mattress, and a pillow was stuffed under her belly to raise her hips up. Her arms were still tied uncomfortably behind her back and her ankles were still bound tightly together. She tried to roll over and felt a sharp pain in her ass. The huge dildos were still buzzing inside her, although they weren't as cold as she remembered them being. They did, however, make her feel stretched open.

In the next room down the hallway, Christine's moans echoed through the thick door. Julianna was coming down the hallway and stopped to listen. Christine was gagged, but that didn't stop her moans. Julianna smiled, pleased that Christine was so obviously enjoying herself. She was their first virgin to pledge in over twenty years.

She continued to the next room, where she opened a spy hole in the door to see how Pam was doing. She was moving, so it was obvious she was awake. Julianna closed the spyhole and moved off, planning to send someone in to Pam's room to remove the dildos and make her ready for the first assault.

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Christine pulled against the leather straps that held her arms spread apart. They weren't so tight they cut into her skin, but they were tight enough to be uncomfortable. She was still blindfolded and gagged. She had been grateful when someone came in to untie her arms from behind her back and free her ankles, but then they tied her wrists to the posts of the bed and locked what felt like a bar between her ankles, which kept her legs spread wide.

Julianna seemed compassionate when she told her of her concern because she was a virgin, and that made her feel relieved, but at that moment she wasn't sure what that meant. Someone had their head between her legs and was licking her pussy, driving her out of her mind. If she had known that people did things that felt this good when they had sex, she would have given up her virginity long ago.

The guy, she figured it was a guy because his rough whiskers brushed the inside of her thigh, kept licking a particular spot in her pussy that sent shock waves shooting through her like intense jolts of electricity that fed right to the pleasure center of her brain.

Out of simple curiosity, Christine had researched the female orgasm, but all of it was so clinical. Nothing she read ever gave her the idea that any of it would feel so good. She had even tried many times to give herself an orgasm using all the techniques she had read, all without success.

The waves that shook her body doubled their intensity and continued to grow. Her moans grew louder, despite the gag in her mouth, her thrashing grew wilder, despite the ropes that held her down, and suddenly she was experiencing her first orgasm. It washed through her body like a violent flood of water, crashing over her again and again. It was a very liberating experience.

She lay writhing in the glow of the orgasm. Her chest was heaving as she tried to catch her breath. The gag only restricted her breathing.

The mouth had left her crotch. She could feel the cool air on her wet private parts. It was an unusual sensation. The bed was rocking and shifting as the guy moved between her bent legs. She felt his hands around her thighs and felt his muscular body squeezing through the hole made by her legs and the bar.

Christine caught his musky scent again wafting up to her nose. She had first smelled it when he approached the bed, a strong, musky man smell. She could distinguish it from her own smell, an odor she had become familiar with on her fingers from her futile attempts at masturbation. He must have done something right, she thought, because she could smell it in the air. It had never been that strong before.

She knew what was going to happen to her. She wondered if she was really ready for it, like she had convinced herself to believe she was for so many years. Only now, as the moment approached, she couldn't remember why she thought she had to wait for the right man, or that it was such a special event that her virginity had to be treasured instead of enjoyed.

Suddenly it touched her and she gasped. She immediately knew what the warm object was laying across her pubic mound and her flat belly. She only wished she could see it and touch it. A man's penis was still a mystery to her. The sex manuals did little to inform her of how it looked or what it did. She knew in great depth how they worked, but was at a total loss as to how it felt when erect. And now, here she was with one so close to her, and she was not allowed to examine it.

The guy's hands came up her sides and went over her tits. Christine squirmed. She was anxious to feel him put his penis inside her. His hands felt good on her body and he was driving her wild.

His fingers peeled off the flimsy lace bra. Christine sighed. Her hips were churning. The bar had her legs locked around him like a boa constrictor. His thumbs rubbed her tingling nipples, sending more jolts through her slender body. She squirmed more.

His hands left her chest. She felt them again on her pussy, spreading her labia. She knew this was it, the moment she had waited for all her life, since the day she had witnessed her sister performing the same act with her boyfriend when they were both just kids. All her longing and desire passed in a moment when she felt the head of the stranger's penis pushing past her wet lips. She felt such excitement swelling up inside her she wanted to scream.

Then, without warning, she felt a sharp pain from inside her and did scream. Immediately, she was filled with fear that he had done some sort of damage to her delicate insides, yet he kept pushing it inside her. The pain increased. Was he crazy? He was going to kill her. She squeezed her eyes shut and grimaced, biting into the red plastic ball stuffed into her mouth. A tear from the corner of her eye soaked into the black fabric of the blindfold. She turned her head to try to get away from the onslaught, but it was no use. The penis she had desired for so long just kept coming, pushing harder and harder.

It seemed to be caught up on something, like it had gone as deep as it could. He pushed even harder. Christine screamed again. She tried to get him to stop, but could do nothing. Finally, the resistance gave way and he sunk into her deeper than she thought anything could ever go.

Christine had been concentrating on the horror of her situation so much that she failed to notice the pain gradually fading away. She stopped being so caught up in her plight and concentrated on the changing sensations in her groin. The pain was gone completely. In it's place was a new feeling of being filled, combined with the strange sensation created by the friction of the shaft sliding in and out of her body. It finally occurred to her that she was being fucked, and she liked it.

His hands held her hips while he plunged his cock in and out of her. Christine groaned between soft sobs. It really did feel good, just like her sister had told her right after she had done it that first time in her bedroom when she was fourteen and Christine, two years younger, had watched. Christine wished she had accepted then when her sister had offered her the chance with her boyfriend to see what it was really like. Now, five years later, with a real man's penis sliding in and out of her tight hole, she felt truly independent. Her sister was going to be proud of her.

Pam sensed someone in the room with her. She turned her head to try to pick up the sounds. The swishing sound of those long cloaks told her that someone was definitely with her. She tried to say something, but all that came out was a muffled, incoherent grunt.

A hand lightly touched Pam's leg. The person made no sound. Was it a woman's hand, or a man's? The hand moved up the back of her thigh to the dildo in her asshole. She felt the hand moving it slightly. With a soft click, the buzzing stopped. The hand pulled the long, steel dildo out, much to Pam's relief. She let out a deep sigh when it finally fell out of her. Her back hole was so loose by then she could probably take that entire football team in that hole at once.

The hands rolled Pam onto her back and spread her knees. She would be glad to be rid of that huge, bumpy thing in her cunt. She was worried it had stretched her open so badly she would never again be as tight as she was. She grinned to herself, thinking that Ethan would be the first to notice.

The hands touched the second dildo, turned it off, and pulled it out. Pam groaned. She was tired of orgasms. Enough of them had racked her body in the past few hours to satisfy her for a good week, at least.

Pam moved her hips. Her insides no longer felt cramped out of the way for those things. Life would be good if she no longer had to endure those things again. Life would be better if she could feel a real cock inside her, a warm one, with warm cum to pump into her.

The hands rolled Pam onto her belly again. Pam sniffed the air and smelled a light perfume. Definitely a woman's gentle caresses on her sore asshole. The fingers were covered with grease. She was smearing it on both of her holes. Finally, the waiting was over. It was going to happen.

Then the hands were gone, and the girl was gone. Pam was alone again, bent over a small pile of pillows, her ass propped up in the air. She sighed. Her jaw was sore. Her arms and legs were sore. Her asshole and her cunt were sore. This ordeal was going to cost her more than she had bargained.

A warm hand on her ass startled her. The bed was moving. Someone was getting on it with her. A pair of big, strong hands squeezed her ass. Pam moaned, waiting eagerly to feel this man's cock between the lips of her cunt. She felt him put his knees down on the mattress outside her legs because they wouldn't spread apart. He stuck his fingers in her pussy and parted her lips. Pam responded with another moan, like she was in heat. She couldn't believe she was trembling like a school girl about to do it for the first time in the back of her boyfriend's car.

She was so turned on she flinched when she felt the head of his cock touch her open vagina. She heard a snicker from him and knew she was being silly. He put both of his hands around her slender hips and easily sunk his cock into her.

Pam sighed. It was warm and hard and felt so good. His pubic hair brushed against her soft, tender ass. His hands squeezed her tight against his hot groin. He was pumping hard and fast. She heard him groan, like Ethan frequently did when he was fucking her and she was relieved, because that told her she was just as tight as ever. She relaxed completely and let herself enjoy the refreshing feel of a real, warm, hard cock.

He was grunting hard and she was grunting with him. His hands moved up her chest and he squeezed her tits. His fingers worked deftly under the tiny patches of leather and pinched her nipples.

Pam loved this man. She didn't care who he was or where he came from, she would marry him in an instant. She didn't even care if he had a funny last name or an ugly face. The simple fact that he could produce in her such an elated sense of bliss was good enough for her.

Abruptly, he flooded her insides with a bath of sperm, squeezed her ass one final time, and climbed off the bed. Before she could even catch her breath, another guy climbed over her and stuffed his cock in. Pam moaned, pushing her hips up eagerly for more. That exquisitely blissful feeling returned and she decided she would happily marry him, instead.

This guy was much faster than the first guy, like he was in a hurry to get somewhere and didn't have time to spend on intimacy, so a fast, fleeting screw would have to suffice.

It still felt good. Her head tossed side to side and she squealed madly. True to form, the guy came inside her in a hurry, adding to the supply of cum left behind by the first guy. He pulled out and was gone. Pam could feel all the fresh cum dribbling out of her cunt. Some of it was splattered on her ass and thighs.

To her delight, she didn't have to wait long for the next guy to join her. This was turning out to be the lineup of men with erections she had imagined when she saw them all in one room. This guy massaged her ass tenderly. She was still sore back there. The attention felt good, as did the warmth of the cum. She needed it to help her get rid of the last bits of the cold sensation left over from those artificial cocks. She took a deep breath and sighed. A shiver ran down her back. The guy spread her ass cheeks apart and touched the head of his cock to her rectum. Pam tried to relax as much as she could to make it easy for him, but found that she was already loose enough to take an elephant when he slid into her without resistance.


He laid his full weight on top of her and only used his hips to move his cock. He was a huge guy. He was smothering her, like he was going to crush her flat into the mattress. He must have been one of those giants she had seen. She didn't know if the college they went to had a football team, but if they did, she would have bet he was on it.

She could hear his heavy breathing over her left shoulder. From the way the bed moved, she could tell he had his arms on either side of her to hold himself up. She could feel his long legs outside her bounds legs like an encasement. He had a cock to fit his size, big and thick. He pushed it deep, held it there while he twisted his hips, then drew them back and repeated the technique.

She could hardly breathe beneath him. He smelled of perspiration and a cologne that teased her senses. It seemed distinctly familiar to her. Then she realized she had been smelling it the whole time she had been there whenever there were men around, but it wasn't until she was this close to one of them that she was able to distinguish it clearly. The fragrance had some sort of strange intoxicating effect on her, not physically, like the drugs they had taken, but sexually. It must have been an aphrodisiac, except that those were supposed to be a myth, weren't they?

Regardless, this stuff was certainly having an effect on her. It had her more turned on and desirous of sex than she had ever known herself to be, and she had been told by many people that she was sexually insatiable and a nymphomaniac.

She could feel the hair on his chest where he pressed her folded arms into her back. He was not all fat, but hard muscle under a soft layer. He must have weighed over three hundred pounds.

His motion was exactly opposite of the guy before him. He behaved as if he had all the time in the world and was going to use it. When he had his cock all the way inside her, He moved his pelvis slower than a road crew on a hot day, like they were a pair of mating turtles. She could imagine how funny they must have looked. She giggled at the image in her head, and the sound that came from her throat, distorted by the gag, was more like a moan than a laugh.

She wouldn't mind too much if this guy did it to her the rest of the night. The position they were in would be impossible, of course, since he would probably suffocate her before much longer, but he had a way with his body that she enjoyed, much the same way Ethan used his body. Could it be thing with athletes, that they knew how to use their bodies differently? If it was, she liked it.

She would, however, like to see how it was if she was on top of a man this size, especially if he had a cock the size of Stacy's. Another image appeared in her mind, of herself on her knees, straddling this giant man, moving slowly up and down on his big cock, just the way he liked it. She saw herself as a little girl compared to him. It turned her on even more and she wiggled her hips.

She must have got his attention, because he came. The throbbing cock in her channel excited her. The warm, squishy sensation of his cum in her bowels calmed her and soothed her like a hot bath, draining the tension from her back and arms. She became completely limp under him.

His weight lifted from her and she automatically sucked in fresh air. His penis came out of her their mating was over. She felt a few drops of fresh, warm sperm land on her bare ass. The perspiration that had gathered where their skin touched quickly evaporated, cooling her hot skin. The perspiration on the other side of her body was soaking the sheet where she lay. She was sure the cum that leaked from her tender holes would soak into the pillows that supported her pelvis. If she were doing this in her bedroom at home, her Mom would be pissed at her when she had to wash the sheets and pillowcases. A smell this strong would be hard to eliminate.

Pam wiggled her ass in eager anticipation of the next guy. Whoever it was, she would surely be happy to marry him, if he would have it. Any of them so far would do quite well for a husband, as long as they fucked her all the time. The next guy climbed up with his hand on her ass and Pam realized with a shock that all those people had been right after. She was a nymphomaniac. Her lust was insatiable. She had to have sex, and she had to have it all the time. His cock slipped neatly into her wet cunt. Pam was terribly confused. She didn't know what to think of herself anymore.

The parade continued across her bed. One man after another climbed on top of her, and endless stream of manhood, and inserted their penises either into her vagina or her rectum, each reaming her until they pumped their seed into her, then making way for the next man to do the same. Soon, she was sloppy and overflowing with the white liquid. She lost count of the numbed of men and, after a while, could no longer distinguish between them. Most were gentle, some were rough. In her position, she could nothing to prevent them from doing with her what they wished. Some were bigger than others, but all of them had cum with which to fill her.

She felt more and more like an object they were using to stuff their dicks into, a soft, warm, place where they could get their rocks off. She had not anticipated this feeling of degradation, of hopeless enslavement. She had assumed that no matter what they did to her, she would enjoy all of it, but that was not the case.

The worst part was that she no longer felt any stimulation. The closest she had been to an orgasm was the fourth or fifth guy, but it never happened and the opportunity grew more and more distant with each man who serviced her. Her anger and confusion turned to sadness and depression. The emotionless fucking did not stop. Her sobs and tears were completely contained by the blindfold and gag.

Christine squirmed, moaning deeply and biting into the gag. Someone was wiping her pussy with a warm, wet washcloth and the stimulus against her burning flash made her more anxious for sexual contact than ever. She felt more excited than she had ever felt before. Her body was on fire, and the burning spread from her groin to the tips of her fingers.

A new orgasm was building inside her, but, to her disappointment, the hand and the wet washcloth went away, leaving her hanging desperately on the edge of such a pleasurable event. Then she felt the hands on her torso around her waist, just below her ribcage. The person was undressing her, removing her bustier, then her panties, leaving her dressed only in the tiny bra and the garter belt and stockings, with the bar between her ankles. This confused her. Why had they made her put it all on if they were only going to take it off? And were they going to make her put it back on?

The hands removed the gag. Christine spit it out, grateful to get it out of her mouth. Her jaw was sore like she had been getting dental work for hours. She flexed it slowly to work out the soreness. She jerked her head back when she felt a narrow tube inserted into her mouth. What the hell was that?

"Drink," a soft, girl's voice said.

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Tentatively, Christine closed her lips around the straw and sucked, wary that she was about to receive a mouthful of sperm. Instead, cool, delicious, fresh water flowed into her mouth. She drank it graciously. Her mouth was terribly dry. The last thing she had drank was the sperm cocktail, which was not exactly thirst quenching. The water refreshed her and filled her stomach. She realized was growing quite hungry.

The girl's hands lifted Christine's head and untied the blindfold, pulled it away, and Christine squinted in the light. The pale, blurry image moving around the bed she assumed to be the girl, but she didn't appear to be wearing one of those hooded cloaks. Gradually, her eyes adjusted to the light, a dim, indirect light from a corner of the room. She blinked a few times before she could see the girl clearly. She was quite pretty, and was wearing only a tiny, white bikini. She had a delightful figure. She set the empty water bottle on a table with the blindfold. Smiling like a mother tending to her ill child, the girl felt Christine's forehead.

"Do you feel ok?" she asked.

"Yes," Christine said, nodding. She took a deep breath. She hoped the girl was going to untie her, as well.

She carefully wiped Christine's face with a clean washcloth, staying away from the stripes painted on her face, which Christine had forgotten about.

"You're very lucky. When Julianna found out you were a virgin there was a sudden change of plans." She wiped Christine's chest and belly. The moistness felt good when it evaporated and cooled her skin. "You should have seen what they had in mind for you."

Christine looked up into her eyes. "What?"

The girl smiled mischievously. "Well, you would have had a different idea about the next salad you ate."

She put the washcloths in a bowl of water and left the room without another word, leaving Christine on her own.

Christine sighed. What was she in for next? What did she mean by that thing about the salad? Losing her virginity had been the most frightening and exciting thing to ever happen to her. She was squirming with excitement at the prospect of doing it again.

She heard a click and looked at the other door. It swung open slowly and a man stood in the doorway outlined in the light from the hall. Christine breathed in deep as he casually strolled in, closed the door and looked around the room. Christine whimpered and squirmed slowly on the sheets, pulling against the leather ropes that held her arms secured to the posts of the bed. He was a very handsome man, and she knew what he was going to do to her.

The man pulled his tie loose and tossed it on the chair, then removed his jacket and laid it over the back of the chair.

"You're very beautiful," he said, his dark eyes gazing into her's. "Your name's Christine, right?"

Christine smiled slightly, nervously. She found she could not tear her eyes away from his face. He was an older man, with graying hair and a few wrinkles in his skin. His voice was very deep and masculine, his jaw strong. He looked like a professor, or one of the school administrators. She had only been at the school a few months, so she did not know many of the people who worked there.

His eyes followed the slender outline of her body, from her perfectly carved calves and lithe thighs, to her narrow waist, to her swollen chest and her gorgeous face. Christine saw him staring at her crotch and wished she could close her legs. She felt so naked in front of him. She had on only the tiny bra that she wished she didn't have to wear. It was much too small. She felt like she was naked in front of her father.

She tensed with fear as he approached the bed, trying desperately to back away from him like a small, cornered animal. In all her seventeen years, Christine couldn't remember ever feeling so scared, or so turned on. She shivered with fear, and yet, she was strangely warm all over.

She saw his penis bulging in his pants. She trembled as she watched him remove his shirt, wondering how his hands would feel on her thighs, or how he would touch her tits. Christine was amazed. He was older than her own father, yet he had a body like a man half his age, except with a few more wrinkles.

His pants dropped to the floor and his erection jumped out. Her eyes grew wide and her mouth fell open. Her first sight of a real man's erect penis was a real shock. It looked just like the one she remembered her sister's boyfriend had, except that it was much bigger and much more beautiful. She always believed she would be disgusted by them. Her own reaction was a surprise to her.

"I cum like crazy," he whispered, as he stroked the object. "You'll like that."

He touched Christine's knee and she cringed. She could feel herself trembling in his hand, which moved up the inside of her thigh. His hands felt good on her thighs. She took a deep breath like she might cry. Her breasts swelled in the tight bra, threatening to burst it open.

His hand found her cunt warm and wet. Christine whimpered, still unfamiliar with being touched there. His gentle fingers explored her soft pussy lips and glided into her hole with slippery ease. She moaned and spread her legs as wide as the bar would allow.

She stared curiously at this man's cock. She wanted him to use it on her. She needed to feel the warmth of a long, hard dick inside her and to feel the weight of his body on top of hers. She wanted to hold it, to feel it glide into her hand, to love it and caress it and feel it stroking in and out of her mouth, to finally find out if what her sister had told her about sucking a guy was true.

"Suck me," he whispered to her. He held the head of his penis near her lips.

"Oh my God," Christine moaned, unable to tear her eyes from the object. She was breathing heavily. Her body was consumed by fear and lust and she was terribly confused. The cock danced inches from her mouth and she wanted it so badly. She leaned forward, straining her neck, and kissed the head.

"Yes," the man sighed. He pushed it closer to her face.

Christine felt encouraged by his reaction to such a simple act. Instinctively, she knew what to do next. With a sigh, she opened her mouth and let the head pass between her lips onto her tongue. She licked it as it came in. She remembered her sister's lecture about how her boyfriend hated it when she touched his cock with her teeth, so Christine was extra careful to keep her's from this stranger's beautiful tool. It fit firmly in her mouth and she closed her lips around it to let him fuck her with it. Very quickly, she learned how right her sister was. She loved the feel of a hard penis sliding between her lips and feeling a man's heavy balls loaded with the cum she wanted so badly bouncing against her chin. She sucked in her cheeks to entice it deeper into her mouth.

Saliva leaked from the corners of her mouth around the shaft of his cock, over her lips and cheeks. The man scooped it up with his fingers, put his hand between her legs and spread it around the lips of her cunt. She felt an intense tingling between her legs and squealed. The cock muffled the sound, just like she was still wearing the gag.

"I'm going to fuck you now," the man said, pulling his cock from her mouth. Christine watched with disappointment as it fell away from her mouth before he had cum. She was awfully anxious to know how it tasted and felt on her tongue.

He put his hands on her tits, feeling them through the thin bra. The weak snap gave way and he just pulled it off, letting her breasts lie bare on her chest. He bent over and kissed one. Christine felt a fresh lust surge through her nipple when he sucked it. She looked down at this hairy chested god with his mouth on her shiny, erect nipples. Again, she got that strange feeling that this was her father with his gingers in her pussy and his mouth on her tit.

He climbed onto the bed, looking into her blue eyes and at her open mouth where his cock had just been. She was panting and staring back at him. His own saliva was smeared on his face and his hands were wet with her saliva and the juices from her pussy. It smeared on her skin when he ran his hand up her thigh.

She held her breath, watching him lower his head between her thighs.

"What are you doing?" she whispered. She felt his warm breath on her mound and in her soft pubic hairs. He kissed her. As soon as she felt his lips on her cunt, she screamed and bucked her his up, smearing his face with her juices, frantic for her orgasm. She was so close that he just had to touch her to push her over.

He grabbed her hips. "Slow down. Let me do the work," he said. "We have plenty of time."

Christine was panting and moaning, but he had got her attention. She calmed down enough for him to continue. He lowered his head once more and licked her. Christine steeled herself to keep from thrashing uncontrollably. His touch was so delicate and felt so good. She bit her lower lip hard, moaning and writhing.

His tongue was going to drive her crazy. It found that same spot between her labia that the first guy had found, and when he pushed his tongue inside her, it felt six inches long. She came immediately, but he continued to work on her with his lips and tongue through her screaming convulsions, until it left her drained and limp like a dishrag, panting and weak with her eyes closed.

He lifted her legs high in the air and slipped them down around his shoulders like he was pulling on a flotation device for a dip in the pool. Christine felt like she was locked around him forever, like he was now a part of her body. She really wished then that the girl had released her wrists so she could put them around this man and squeeze him tight.

His penis bobbed up and down, touching the light muff of hair at her crotch. Christine watched as if mesmerized. He probed her pussy with the head until it found the wet opening of her cunt and slipped in neatly.

"Oh God," Christine groaned, rolling here eyes closed. He slowly pushed it deep inside her, holding her breasts as if for support. Her channel clamped tighter and tighter on his cock with every inch that found its way inside her. Christine gasped with every slight movement of his hips and pushed her own hips up, overwhelmed with excitement.

The stranger leaned forward and kissed Christine on her mouth. Christine returned his kiss with her tongue, pushing it into his mouth to find his. When she found it, she licked it.

His penis was deep inside her. She could feel it pushing into her body, deep in her belly. She could also feel his balls pressed against the soft cheeks of her ass. He began rocking her with his hips in a steady, patient motion, fucking her so hard she was sure he'd shoot into her each time she felt herself coming, but he merely slowed to gentle grind, just enough to cool off and keep going.

Christine pumped her hips madly, ready to receive the thick, fresh sperm she had worked for and wanted so badly. The only thing important to her at that moment was getting it from his prick into her cunt. It felt like hours since he had put it inside her. Another orgasm mounted inside her, and when he grunted and his prick finally did jerk and throb inside her, it felt like he was coming for a good five minutes. She moaned and her hips froze when she felt his cum squirting inside her. She screamed and came. When it was over, he lay on top of her with his cock in her, kissing her, until he went soft.

Pam cried silently until she had no more tears to cry. She felt that the whole world had closed in on her. Everything she held sacred about sex, every aspect of the act which gave her pleasure and enjoyment was stolen from her and ripped to shreds.

The man who had his cock in her asshole shot still more cum into her and climbed off. She was so filled with cum she thought it might start coming out her nose. She waited with detached apprehension for the next man to take his place. If this ever ended, she thought, she would get into a hot bath and never get out. She doubted she would ever again feel clean.

After what seemed an inordinately long while, she felt hands on her ankles. She tensed up almost unconsciously. Her genitals were so sore they were practically numb. She wouldn't know this guy was inside her until she felt his body slapping against hers. She was shocked, then, when the hands untied her ankles instead of spreading her ass cheeks to make way for a cock. Pam let her ankles separate, finally. The hands untied the strap that held her arms behind her back. She was so weak and sore she could hardly move her arms. The person helped her, gently placing her arms back to a normal position at her sides. The hands released the gag from her mouth.

Pam was so overcome with the compassion of her rescuer that she began to weep again. She wanted only to curl up in this person's arms. She'd had enough of this. she wanted to go home. Donna was right. This wasn't anything she wanted to do anymore.

Pam started to speak, weakly, but the person's fingers touched her lips and she heard a gentle, familiar voice ask her not to speak. Pam was pleasantly surprised to learn that her savior was a girl, although she didn't know why.

The girl uncovered Pam's eyes and rolled her over. Pam looked up at her with her red, puffy eyes. The girl looking down on her was beautiful. In the room with them was another girl, just as beautiful. They were dressed only in skimpy, white bikinis. The bulky, ugly cloaks were gone. The girls no longer looked menacing, but soft and tender. Pam wanted to kiss these girls and touch their soft bodies, a delightful distraction from the hard, rough bodies of the men who had been pressing down on top of her. Pam never thought she'd be so happy to get away from healthy guys to be with sexy girls.

Pam looked down at her legs. She was covered with dried cum. The overwhelming smell of raw cum filled the room. Her cunt and asshole were raw and tender.

"Can you stand?" a girl asked. It was the soft voiced girl she had encountered earlier, who had tied her hands and painted her face. Pam remembered speaking with her last week, and admiring her blonde hair, but could not remember her name.

"Where are we going?"

"To a bath."

Pam nodded. "I think so." She didn't want them to see how eager she was to get to a bath.

Holding her hands, the girls helped Pam hobble through a doorway into a small, sterile bathroom. She noticed there were no mirrors or pictures on the walls and no curtain in the shower, but she didn't say anything.

The other girl, who had dark brown hair, filled the tub with steaming hot water, while the soft voiced girl undressed Pam. Most of the black leather was covered with dried cum. It was dribbling from her orifices like she had sprung a leak. She removed the panties, the bustier, and the bra. Pam's ass and the backs of her thighs were rubbed red. She flinched when the girl touched her.

"How many men did it to me?" Pam asked. The girls looked at each other.

"We didn't count," the blonde girl said in her childish voice.

"I'm glad I'm done," Pam said. She was sitting on the toilet seat while the girl pulled her boots off. The cum dripping from her cunt and asshole left a puddle beneath her.

The girl stopped pulling the boot and her eyebrows went up, then she went back to work on the boots like nothing had happened.

"I'm afraid you're not done yet," she said."

"There's more?" Pam said incredulously. She nodded. "Oh God," Pam sobbed.

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"They tied Sylvia to a rack," the soft voiced girl said, not looking up from her work with the boots. "They spanked her for over an hour." The girls glanced at each other. Pam saw them share some secret when a demure smile passed between them.

"She'll be black and blue for a week," the dark haired girl said. She was sitting on the edge of the end of the tub with her feet in the water. "I was." They giggled.

Pam was embarrassed. She knew then that she was in no danger at all. She had merely succumbed to the illusion they had created, a spell from which she had tried to shake Christine.

Christine. Pam had forgotten about that poor girl. If they had done such crazy things to herself and Sylvia, what could they possibly be doing to her, a virgin? It was almost too frightening to think about. Christine was probably getting fucked in ways she had never imagined.

The blonde girl leaned back on her haunches, her hands on her thighs. Pam was completely naked. "You can get in the tub, now," she said, smiling at Pam. She held Pam's hand to help her up. Pam's legs were still wobbly.

"Sit back right here," the dark haired girl said, patting the insides of her spread thighs. Pam stared at the soft, warm, inviting area between her legs. She would be more than happy to lay her head there and feel her thighs on both sides of her.

The soft voiced girl transferred Pam's hands to the dark haired girl and Pam held tight to steady herself as she lifted her foot and placed it into the steaming water. The warmth quickly spread through her whole body, and she sighed, her face lit by a glowing smile. Pam lowered herself into the soothing water and sat back between the dark haired girl's legs. Her shoulders fit inside her thighs. Her head rested against the girl's flat belly. She was warm like the water around her. Pam closed her eyes, luxuriating in the wonderful sensation. The girl put her hands on Pam's shoulders and gently massaged. Pam's eyes closed. Absently, she heard the door open and close, but paid little attention to it. By then she didn't care who came or went.

The dark haired girl softly hummed a simple tune, which Pam recognized, while she lathered up a bar of soap. Her soapy hands touched Pam's shoulders and washed out all the tension along with the layers of dirt that coated her skin, even if it was imagined. Her hands washed Pam's neck, then went down her front and cleaned her breasts, molding them lustfully and paying close attention to her nipples. Pam moaned, smiling. Few men knew how to touch a woman like another woman.

"Lean forward and I'll wash your back," she said. Her gentle voice resonated off the tiled walls.

Pam leaned forward and hugged her knees. The girl washed her back with her soapy hands like a masseuse. The sounds of the water and their breathing reverberated around them. She raised each of Pam's arms and washed them completely. She washed Pam's face, scrubbing off the paint, and made her sit on the other end of the tub so she could wash her lower body, her legs, and her feet.

Pam felt like a princess with all this special attention. The dark haired girl's hands felt wonderful on her body, even when she washed the sore area between her legs. She was turned on by the feel of her soapy hands stroking her thighs and calves. When the girl wasn't looking, Pam splashed her and laughed uproariously.

Pam returned to her spot between the girl's legs and let her wash her long, golden hair. She poured warm water over Pam's head and combed her hair back with her fingers. She lathered it with sweetly fragrant shampoo, slowly working it in with gentle scrubbing. It felt good enough to make Pam want to fall asleep.

The door opened again, breaking her trance. She opened her eyes. The soft voiced girl had returned with a tray of food. The smell of Pam aroused Pam from her drowsiness, reminding her how famished she was. The dark haired girl had to stop her from fidgeting while she tried to douse her hair with water.

"Sit still," she said, holding Pam's shoulder. "You'll have plenty of time to eat. Let me finish rinsing your hair."

"It smells delicious. What is it?" Pam licked her lips. She was eager to eat, no matter what they had made for her.

"Soup, a biscuit with honey, and a ham sandwich. Do you like milk?"

"Yes. Very much."

"Good," she said with a smile. Pam was still intrigued by her cute, girlish voice.

The dark haired girl had begun to comb Pam's long, wet hair straight back with slow, gentle strokes. The soft voiced girl set the tray neatly across the sides of the tub in front of Pam.

Pam regarded the soup with mild disdain. It was vegetable barley, definitely not her favorite, but she thought better than to complain. They might take it away. It wasn't so bad that she wouldn't be able to eat it, especially considering how hungry she was. She picked up the spoon and began to eat.

The girls glanced at each other with smiles as they watched her devour the meal like a refugee. They both felt sympathetic to her condition. Each of them had been through similar ordeals more than once since beginning their association with the sorority, and would gladly endure it again, as was their duty.

They also knew that Pam was probably the strongest of this newest group of girls, even though she was the youngest. They all expected she would complete the ritual successfully, and so designed for her the most rigorous ordeal. In fact, it was the most rigorous a pledge was to be put through that any of them could remember. Pam's part had barely started, and already she had been through more than most girls who succeeded.

Waiting in other rooms of the house were many men, all successful pledges to the sorority's counterpart the fraternity at Hoffman University. Not all of them could experience the singular pleasure of depriving Christine of her virginity, so they had to wait for the availability of the other girls. Most were in line for Pam.

Pam lifted the soup bowl to her lips and tilted her head back to drain the last drops of the soup. The biscuit, smothered in honey, followed, along with the sandwich and the glass of milk. With a big sigh, Pam wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and smiled at the soft voiced girl.

"What's your name?" Pam asked.

"Lori," she said in her girlish voice. She lifted the tray out of the tub and set it aside.

"I've been trying to remember since I heard your voice tonight," Pam said. She turned to look at the dark haired girl. "What's your's?"

"Diana."

"My name's Pam, but I guess you knew that," she said, laughing at her own joke. She was feeling invigorated. Bring on all those guys, she thought. I'll fuck them right, this time.

"Time to get out," Lori said, holding up a large, fluffy white towel.

Pam stepped out of the tub, dripping wet. She held her arms up and Lori wrapped the towel around her, padding her vigorously all over and rubbing her glowing skin dry. She lowered the towel, gazing into Pam's eyes. There was a look of lustful mischief in them. Lori bent forward at the waist and licked Pam's nipple. Pam gasped and a shiver ran down her spine.

"Oh. That was so nice," Pam moaned. She looked down at her breasts. Her nipples were perfectly stiff. Her right one had a trail of saliva over it. Her skin broke out in goose bumps.

Lori and Diana smiled at each other. Pam saw Diana, seated on the edge of the tub behind her, peeking around with a Mona Lisa like smile. Her hand glided up the inside of Pam's thigh. They appeared to have something in mind, something they had planned for a while.

Lori cupped Pam's breast in her left hand. Her thumb brushed lightly over the tip of the nipple. She tilted her head to the side, leaning closer to Pam with her lips open. Pam automatically tilted her head to the opposite side, closed her eyes, opened her mouth slightly, and waited for the pressure of Lori's lips. It reminded her of her first kiss, and she felt the same excitement.

Their lips touched hesitantly. Pam could feel Lori's warm breath on her skin. The soft smack of their lips and tongues echoed off the walls like they were in the Grand Canyon. Lori pressed her lips harder against Pam's, and squeezed her breast firmly. Her right hand cupped Pam's other breast.

Pam felt the tip of Lori's tongue glide across her lips. She stuck her tongue out and they met between their mouths, carefully examining each other like a pair of curious animals encountering each other for the first time. They both moaned softly in weak, breathy voices. Pam was breathing hard. Their heads switched to opposite sides and they kissed each other deeply. Pam put her hand on Lori's breast, feeling it through the bikini.

They ended their kiss and looked into each other's eyes. They were very close. The tips of their breasts were touching.

"Do you want to go back to the bed?" Lori asked.

"Ok," Pam said. Lori smiled. Diana stood up, took Pam's hand and led her back to the bedroom. Pam climbed onto the bed and laid on her back, waiting for the girls to join her. The sheets were fresh and clean. Pam giggled to herself, thinking of her Mom.

Lori and Diana stood beside the bed and stripped out of their bikinis. Pam squeezed her legs together while she watched. Her excitement made her squirm anxiously and made her pussy wet. She moved her hand down over her belly, parted her thighs, and rubbed the moist lips of her pussy.

Lori and Diana had beautiful bodies, very well maintained figures. It was a feature of the women of this sorority Pam had noticed before. They obviously only allowed beautiful people to take part in their illicit rituals. Was this the kind of organization she wanted to be a part of? She wasn't sure. They didn't strike her as being overtly evil people, just very sexual. She would need more time to get to know them.

Lori crawled over Pam on her hands and knees. Pam put her hands on her waist, just like she would with a guy who was just about to have sex with her, except that Lori had soft tits that felt good in her hands. Lori's hair hung straight down, obscuring her face. She lowered her body on top of Pam's and they resumed their kiss. Their lips came together and their tongues twisted together as their bodies pressed closer to each other. Pam's legs parted. Lori's pubic mound pressed against Pam's. She ground them together. Their tits were pressed flat against each other's. Pam put her arms around Lori and ran her fingers through her hair. She knew she wouldn't be able to resist anything the girls wanted to do to her.

Lori's magic fingers moved lightly over Pam's skin, around her tits, her navel, and her legs, igniting every area they touched. Pam kissed her deeply, stroking her back. Pam moaned. Her body squirmed with the anticipation of where Lori was headed.

Lori's hands moved between Pam's legs. She pressed her fingers against Pam's slit and moved them over her moist lips. They lightly stroked the insides of her cunt lips. Pam moaned again. Lori's fingers sent crazy sensations shooting through her body.

Lori's body moved down Pam's. Her tongue left a trail of saliva across her skin as if a snail was moving over her body. Pam's skin tingled with excitement. Lori licked Pam's nipples, moved down her flat stomach to her navel, then moved to the warm area between her legs. She was driving Pam wild with desire. Pam lifted her hips and groaned, practically begging Lori to do it to her.

Pam's arms were spread out to her sides like she was being prepared to be mounted to a crucifix. She was moaning and gasping, barely aware of her surroundings. Her eyes were shut, her pelvis humped spasmodically. Her legs trembled and her parted lips quivered.

Lori kissed Pam's soft bush, then again down on the inside of her thigh as she spread her legs for her. Pam's back arched up off the bed. Lori ran the tip of her tongue along the length of Pam's slit. As the tongue flicked lightly over her heard clitoris, Pam felt like she was being released inside. Lori gently parted her lips and pushed it inside her anxious hole.

The instant she felt her tongue inside her, Pam's whole world exploded in a flash of heat and light from within. She had one orgasm on top of another. She thought she might never stop coming, and That was an ordeal she would gladly endure.

Lori lapped up the juices that leaked from Pam's hole like a cat drinking from a saucer of milk, and Diana joined them on the bed.

She crawled up over Pam, spread her legs, and straddled Pam's face. Pam looked up at the dark bush and the pink, wet lips only inches from her mouth. The fine, dark hair was as soft as down feathers when it brushed against her skin. Pam stuck out her tongue and licked the lips. The musky flavor of her pussy filled her mouth.

Diana moaned. Pam put her arms around Diana's legs and pulled her down to her face heavily, leaving herself little room to breathe. She poked her tongue deep between Diana's pussy lips.

"Oh, damn," Diana groaned. She moved her hips around, smearing Pam's face with her pussy juices. Pam licked harder, pushing her tongue deeper, until she felt a warm, thick fluid coat her tongue. She knew Diana had cum. Lori was busy licking Pam's pussy and thighs. Pam was eager for the chance to lick Lori's sweet pussy in return.

The hot breakfast was just what Christine needed. She drained the glass of orange juice and set the empty glass on the tray with the other empty dishes. It had been a long time since she had an omelette as good as the one Kay brought her.

She laid back and stretched. Her long wet hair was beginning to dry. The bath felt tremendous. Her skin glowed all over. The feel of Kay's hands all over her body had been a sensation to remember. She felt much more at ease with her nudity than she ever thought she would. Every doubt she ever had about her looks or her body had been erased. She knew now she was beautiful, as beautiful as any of the girls she saw here.

The room was quiet again. The rustle of the sheets seemed loud, until Kay came into the room. Her beautiful red hair and her breasts bounced in rhythm as she walked. Christine smiled at her. Kay smiled back. Christine didn't even feel ashamed to be seen naked by someone she hardly knew.

Kay sat on the edge of the bed.

"What time is it?" Christine asked, stretching her arms over her head.

"Don't concern yourself with the time. Just feel free to enjoy yourself."

"What's going to happen next?"

Kay thought for a moment and smiled at something. "I think you're going to like what's coming up."

"What?"

"I can't tell you that. You'll just have to wait and find out." She was shaking a bottle of nail polish. Kay showed it to Christine. "Do you like this color?"

Christine recognized it as one she often used. "Yes. Are you going to put it on?"

"Yes."

Christine sat up, propped up some pillows she could sit back against, folded up her knees, and held out her hand with her fingers spread. Kay dabbed her nails with the tip of the brush, turning Christine's nails bright red.

"How old are you?" Christine asked.

"Nineteen. I'm a sophomore."

"What are the seniors doing today?" Christine watched Kay's green eyes. She was a lovely girl.

Kay smiled. "They're all at Hoffman. Except for Julianna, of course. They're initiating the Kappa pledges, the same way the Kappa seniors are initiating you."

Christine was confused. "What about that older guy? He's not a senior at Hoffman, is he?"

Kay laughed. "No, of course not. He graduated years ago. He owns his own business now. He's quite wealthy."

"What about the first guy? The guy who took my virginity? Was he wealthy?"

Kay nodded. "Her's rich. He's the most powerful and influential graduate Kappa has ever produced. The president calls him for advice."

"Wow."

"When Julianna found out you were a virgin, you were offered to him first, as was his right. A virgin is most highly prized."

"How old is he?"

Kay shrugged. "I don't know. Mid thirties, maybe."

"Were you a virgin?"

"Oh, no. I lost my virginity on prom night," Kay said. She switched to Christine's other hand.

"You did? I went to my prom, but I didn't even get a kiss.

"I sorry. Prom night is a very special night."

"I know it," Christine said, shaking her head. "I was so disappointed."

Kay moved to Christine's feet and began on her toenails. Christine waved her hands in the air, The polish dried quickly, but it was important to get it completely dry. Christine thought back to times when she and her friend painted each other's toenails, but they never did it without clothes on. It was such a strange thing to even think about being naked in a bed with another girl.

"Did you ever do it with him?" Christine asked.

"Who?"

"The one guy, the one who took my virginity?"

"No," Kay said, shaking her head.

"What's his name?" Christine was very curious about the man. She only had one virginity to give away. She always hoped it would be someone special. In her dreams, it was the man she married, and he took it on their wedding night. That would also be the night he got her pregnant for the first time."

"I can't tell you that. Not yet," Kay said.

Christine's hopes fell. "Don't I get to meet him?"

Kay stopped. She was finishing the small toe on Christine's right foot. "I don't think so. Not unless he wants you to."

This news saddened Christine. "I thought I might at least get to meet the man I gave it away to."

Kay finished and closed the bottle. "I'll see what I can do. In the mean time, it's time for the next important step in your growth."

"My growth?"

"Yes. Your growth as a sexual being and a lover."

"Oh." Christine did not understand.

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The door opened and she looked up. It was another tall, handsome man, but younger, with long, dark hair and deep set, dark eyes. Christine's mouth fell open. She was in love.

"Can I come in?" he said. His voice was deep and rich and resonant. His arms and chest were thick and muscular.

Christine realized he was speaking to her. "Uh, sure," she said. He smiled, which was kind of a smirk, and entered the room.

Christine admired how he moved with such grace and confidence. He looked as if he had just returned from a dangerous adventure across the plains and mountains of Africa. His eyes could tell stories of the things he had seen and done in his life. She could not her gaze from those eyes. It was as if she had been hypnotized. She realized her mouth was open and snapped it shut.

"My name's Tom," he said, and sat in the chair at the foot of the bed. "What's your's?" He raised his feet and put them on the edge of the bed. Christine admired his rugged boots.

"Uh, Christine," she said. She wanted to ask why she could know his name and not the other guy's, but thought better of it. Looking at Tom made her insides feel all weak and trembling. He made her feel like a young high school girl who had a crush on the senior football captain.

"Your mother was a very beautiful woman, I am sure."

"How do you know that?"

"Any woman whose daughter is as beautiful as you is certainly a beautiful woman herself."

Christine blushed. She was not used to such gorgeous men showering her with compliments and attention. The idea that he was there just to be with her was almost overwhelming.

"Let me see you," he said. His voice was so strong and commanding she felt compelled to obey him.

She released the firm hold she had around her bent knees, placed her hands on the mattress at her sides for support, and stretched her long legs out in front of her. The cool air on her warm skin made her tingle all over and made her sensitive nipples hard. She straightened her back and squared her shoulders to display her breasts for him. She was proud of her body. She knew he would like it. She was ready to dance naked with him if he wanted.

"Very nice," he said. "You have the body of a goddess."

"Thank you." She tilted her head back and shook out her long mane of golden hair. It was drying and its curl was returning.

Kay stood off to the side of the room, as if observing the rehearsal for the love scene in a movie. She had her hands clasped behind her back and a subtle smile on her lips. She was familiar with what Tom was doing. He had done the same with her little more than a year ago. She found herself actually envious of this girl and the things she was about to learn. She longed to be that naive about sex, so she could experience the joys of learning the new techniques all over again.

Christine giggled playfully. Kay could see from her beaming face she was loosening up and becoming excited about the idea of having sex with Tom, just as her sister had hoped. Tom could have that effect on girls. She didn't know exactly what he did when he wasn't here for the initiation rites, but she suspected it involved girls, or more appropriately, women.

Kay went to his side when he motioned for her to approach. He stood out of the chair, smiling at Christine, and began to unbutton his shirt. Christine watched expectantly, her eyes bright.

She was not disappointed. His chest was hairy and muscular. His stomach was flat and rigid. His arms rippled with ropy muscles along their length. His eyes were locked onto Christine's while Kay sat on the edge of the bed and opened his pants. Christine returned his deep gaze. When Kay pulled his pants down, her gaze went down to see what they revealed.

She saw the shaft of his penis appear. The more Kay pulled his jeans down, the more of his shaft appeared, until his jeans were off entirely, and his penis was completely exposed to her. She stared in awe, with her mouth and eyes wide open. The tip of it hung almost down to his knees.

"Oh my God," Christine whispered. "What are you going to do with that?"

"I'm going to show you things you never dreamed possible," Tom said. He crawled up on the bed on his hands and knees. His member hung straight down, swinging like a pendulum as he moved. Christine felt like backing away from, except for the entrancing look in his eyes. Besides, she had nowhere to go.

He put his hands around her calves, spread her legs, and kissed the insides of her thighs on his way to the warm mound where her legs met. Behind him, Kay stripped out of her bikini.

His lips and tongue felt good on her skin. Her legs automatically spread wider for him. Christine laid back on the pillows, moaning. He found the lips of her pussy and licked them. She was a slave to his tongue. She would do anything he asked, but then, she was a slave to any man who used his tongue on her.

Kay climbed onto the bed beside them. Christine looked at her, wondering what she was up to. She also looked at Kay's body, curiously. She had rarely seen another girl without her clothes, and it was an interesting situation. Kay's body was very sensual and, she had to admit, quite attractive. Kay saw Christine checking out her body and smiled at her.

Tom looked at her as well. "She has a beautiful body, doesn't she?" He reached out with his big hand and long fingers and squeezed Kay's tit.

"Yes," Christine sighed.

"Touch her," he commanded. Christine hesitantly extended her hand and touched Kay's other tit. She was amazed to learn it was as soft as her own.

Kay looked down at the hands on her chest. Christine's touch was much more timid than Tom's. Her expression was one of fascination. Kay recalled being in a very similar situation the first time she touched another girl's breast, and feeling similarly fascinated with the experience.

"It's so soft, isn't it?" he said.

"Yes," Christine whispered.

"Just like yours." He squeezed her tit. His touch thrilled her, as much as touching Kay did. She was turned on by Kay's hands on her body in the bath, but was afraid to say or do anything about it because she wasn't sure what Kay would think.

"Wouldn't you like to kiss her?" he said. His voice was soft, deep, and sexy.

"Yes," Christine answered. Even if she didn't want to, how could she say no to such a dreamy voice?

He looked at Kay. Kay smiled at Christine. Christine suddenly felt very nervous. She felt a strange buzzing in her ears. Was she really going to do this? she thought, as she was leaning toward Kay with her lips open slightly. When their lips touched, the buzzing in her ears turned to a roar. She felt herself getting warm all over. It was the most exhilarating kiss she had ever felt, and so what if she had only kissed two boys before this weekend? No boy could have prepared her for the pure lustfulness she felt kissing Kay.

Their lips smacked apart. Kay slowly opened her eyes. Christine's eyes were still closed. She hovered in place, as if waiting for Kay to kiss her again. She sighed a deep, fluttery breath, and peeled her eyes open. She saw both of them looking at her and blushed.

"Oh my God," she said, covering her mouth. "I'm so embarrassed."

"Kiss me, now," Tom said.

Fighting back the urge to burst out laughing, Christine leaned forward and kissed Tom. A fresh surge of lust through her body shut out all the feelings of shame and embarrassment she might have felt. She felt intimately attached to this man when he tenderly touched her cheek with his hand. She tilted her head to the side and kissed him deeply, licking his tongue when it pushed into her mouth.

Tom pulled away and studied her face. Christine glanced between him and Kay. Kay's hand came up and touched Christine's breast. Her nipples hardened. Kay teased it playfully.

Tom rolled on his side to watch them. His erection stuck out near Christine's leg. She reached out to touch it.

"How'd it get so big?" she asked. She closed her small hand around the long shaft.

"It just grew that way."

"You were born with it like this?"

He laughed. "Not quite. It grew when I grew up."

Christine stroked it. "Wow. You must have had an interesting childhood."

"I did." He looked down for a moment, as if afraid to let the girls see his eyes. "Actually, it was very difficult."

Kay was suddenly quite shocked. What did he just say? She looked at Christine, who was listening patiently. This girl had no idea of the significance of what he just said. No one in either this sorority or his fraternity knew anything about this man that he did not choose to divulge to them, which was very little, if nothing at all. Kay was even more shocked when he continued to reveal more about his past.

"When I was a kid in high school, the other guys used to tease me in the locker room at gym. To them I was some sort of freak, and I let them get down on me."

"That's terrible," Christine said.

Kay could merely stare at them, aghast, like they were breaking every rule she could think of. She had known him for only little more than two years, of course, but she had spoken with people who knew him for much longer, and they knew nothing about him. Now, here was this new pledge, a virgin, no less, almost half his age, and he was telling her his most intimate secrets. They obviously must have underestimated this girl.

"But then the girls found out and all the guys suddenly stopped making fun of me," he said, and they laughed. Kay failed to pay attention and missed the joke, but laughed anyway so they wouldn't notice.

"The guys must have been really jealous when all the girls wanted to go out with you," Christine said, smiling at him as if they had been friends all their lives. Inexplicably, Kay felt a pang of jealousy.

"They were," Tom said. He had his chin propped on his hand and was smiling at her. Her hand continued to move along the length of his penis. "I loved it for a while, all the attention from the girls, that is. But I grew tired of it?"

"Why?"

He shrugged. "I guess it's a typical complaint. None of them were interested in me for myself, just what I had in my pants."

"That's too bad."

Tom smiled and nodded. "Ironically, the one girl I liked and really wanted to go out with wouldn't have anything to do with me after she saw it. She thought I was weird."

"I'm so sorry."

"I got over it. I learned to have higher expectations for the women I went out with."

Kay could only shake her head. This was not the same man she met last night, cool, aloof, distracted. He was warm, open, caring. She looked down at his organ in Christine's dainty hand. But then, she thought, not much else has changed.

She reached down and put her hand around the end of it. They both looked at her like they had forgot she was there. She smiled at them.

"I would never accuse either of you of being so shallow," Tom said to them. Kay realized he was really saying it to Christine.

"I'm glad," Kay said.

"Me, too," Christine said.

Kay thought she might have been imagining what was taking lace between them, but when she saw the way they looked at each other, she felt she was sure. It was not, however, her position to say anything about it, and she kept quiet.

"I think Kay is trying to tell me I've got some work to do."

"Not at all," Kay said defensively. "I know you've got all day, if you like."

"I do like," he said, and moved out from between Christine's legs. Kay laid back and spread her legs. Tom moved right on top of her.

"I'm sure you're familiar with this position," Tom said to Christine. He was holding his penis around the middle of the shaft. The tip was touching Kay's mound. Kay's hand slid down over her belly to her pussy and her fingers spread her moist labia.

"Yes," Christine said, watching with curious interest, although she didn't understand what the demonstration was for. Tom moved his penis toward Kay. It looked like a hose in his hand and he was watering his garden. Kay was wiggling her hips. Tom moved his penis some more, then let go if it. Kay grunted. Christine saw her teeth were gritted together. She knew it was inside Kay. Tom was slowly pushing it into her. How would it feel when it was inside her?

"Come here and look at it," Tom said. He was holding Kay's legs spread wide.

Christine moved down beside them where she could see his penis going into Kay's body. The sight made her gasp. Kay's fragile looking lips were split wide around the shaft. It looked very painful. She touched the soft lips and the hard shaft. Kay's wetness covered her fingers.

"It's beautiful," Christine said.

"I'm glad you like it. It's going in you, next."

Christine glanced up at him, but looked away. She licked her red lips. The idea of having this hunk and his beautiful cock inside her was thrilling.

Tom moved his hips again, sliding his cock deeper into Kay's cunt. Kay groaned. Her hands clutched at the sheets. Her face was a painful grimace. Christine began to have second thoughts about what they were going to do to each other. He moved it in and out a few times. Kay groaned each time he pushed it in a little deeper.

Tom looked at Christine. She looked up at him, realizing that she was staring again. He pulled his cock out of Kay. Half of it was shiny with her fluids. The other half was dry.

"Lay down," he said, moving toward her.

Christine laid back slowly, suddenly feeling very scared. She spread her legs, watching his swinging cock as he moved between them. She looked up to his eyes. He was watching her face, reading the apprehension in it, with that smirk on his lips. Her eyes were wide open and she was panting. His hips held her legs spread apart. His penis hung down very near her pussy.

"I'm not going to hurt you," he told her in his deep, reassuring voice. "You might feel pain, but not for long. You will stretch and the pain will go away."

"Ok," Christine said. Her voice was trembling and weak and belied her fear.

He lifted his cock with one hand and it touched her sensitive pussy. Christine nearly screamed. Kay reached across to Christine's pussy and spread her lips for Tom. She was very wet. Tom placed the head of his cock to her wet, pink opening, and pushed with his hips.

Christine yelped, but it was in anticipation of pain. When it didn't hurt nearly as much as she expected, she felt pretty silly. Kay was giggling and trying not to show it. Christine looked away from them.

"You're doing fine," Tom said authoritatively. "Take a deep breath." She looked at him out of the corner of her eye. He was nodding his approval. She felt a little better and took a deep breath. Kay patted her belly. All of her muscles were tight. She laid back, relaxing somewhat.

Tom slowly, gently, pushed his hips forward. Christine sucked in her breath in surprise.

"Oh God," she groaned. She bit her lower lip. She wanted to close her eyes, but couldn't. The sight of his long member pushing its way into her body was far too captivating to look away. It made her whimper and made her lower lip quiver. He pushed insistently and she grimaced in pain, just as Kay did. She hoped Tom was right, that the pain would go away. The more he pushed , the more it hurt. If it was going to hurt this much the whole time, she didn't see how she would enjoy it.

She trusted him, however. She believed him when he told her the pain would pass and that he wasn't doing it just to hurt her, so she tolerated it patiently. The pain increased with every inch that penetrated her, despite her patience, and he had many inches. She fought the pain as much as she could. She didn't want them to see her crying.

To her relief, the pain finally did begin to ease. Tom seemed to sense it as well, and began moving it in and out. A single tear rolled out of the corner of her eye down her cheek. Kay wiped it away. Christine blinked a few times to clear her eyes of the rest of the tears before they could stream out. She felt foolish crying in front of Tom while they were having sex. She knew she should be feeling joyous ecstasy, but she couldn't help it.

"Don't feel bad," Kay told her in a soft voice. "You'll be ok. I cried the first time I did it with him, too."

"She did. I didn't know how to get her to stop."

Christine laughed. She loosened up completely and Tom's cock slipped all the way into her. Christine gasped. Tom and Kay smiled at each other.

"It still works," Tom said.

"What was that all about?" Christine demanded.

"I was as uptight as you were," Kay said. "Tom and Linda used that joke on me and it worked the same way."

Christine looked down between her legs, but couldn't see anything. Tom's groin was pressed against hers.

"How much of it's in?"

Tom looked down there. "Almost all of it. Feel it, if you want."

"How long is it?" Christine stuck her hand down where their bodies came together. Her fingers felt through their tangled pubic hair and touched his cock. It felt like a hard, slimy snake jammed between her soft pussy lips.

"About eleven inches."

"It feels so weird." She pulled her hand out and Kay stuck her hand down there to feel it. She was grinning. Christine watched her eyes. She felt Kay's fingers rubbing her clitoris. The titillation made her squirm, which caused Tom to pump his cock more firmly. Kay slipped her middle finger into Christine's slot alongside Tom's shaft. Christine cooed.

"I didn't know you could do that." Kay's finger rubbed her clitoris. "Ooo. Do it right there again." Kay forced her finger deeper, pressing the tiny knob. "Oh yes," Christine moaned.

"She likes that," Tom said. "Let's try something different."

Christine squealed with surprise like she was on a thrill ride when he suddenly rolled over and pulled her right over on top of him, all without his penis coming out. "Wow. That was fun," she said. She sat upright with her knees folded up at his sides. She lowered all of her weight on him and felt his cock pushing deep inside her.

"Some women like to be on top," he said, squeezing her tits. "It gives you a chance to be in control of how fast we go."

Christine moved slowly up and down. She liked the feel of the pole sliding in and out of her. There was so much of it. The thing never seemed to end. If she pressed herself down particularly hard, her clitoris pressed against the shaft, and jolt of energy shot through her.

"I do like this."

She writhed like a woman possessed, except that her haze was caused by an oncoming orgasm, not demons. Her mouth hung open and her eyes were shut. She started slowly and built to a hard, fast, pounding climax. Her weak moan turned to strong, high shrieks when it hit. With a crescendo, she screamed at the top of her lungs and collapsed on top of Tom, panting hard and pumping her hips.

Her cheek rested on his shoulder. He had his arms around her, patting her back.

"Did you cum?" Christine asked.

"Not yet."

"Why not?" Christine complained, lifting her head.

"Because it's not time. Now climb off. Your orgasm was beautiful, but I have more stuff to show you."

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My wife's 30th birthday was approaching and in recent months our sex life had gone off the boil – she seeming more interested in the kids and me in my work. In an attempt to spice things up a bit I decided to buy her some sexy underwear for her birthday and I set off one day with her measurements (including her 36D bra size!) to a small lingerie boutique I had spotted close to where I work. I was quite nervous as I had never shopped for underwear before other than at M & S and was worried I would either make myself look a fool or like a dirty old man.

When I entered the shop there were 2 assistants working who were both drop dead gorgeous making my nerves jangle even more. One of them said good morning and asked if she could help and I explained my mission and also that I did not really know where to start. She suggested that I spend some time browsing through the selections hanging on the rails in the shop and then if I needed more help to come and ask. I must admit it was quite a turn on looking through lots of very sexy underwear combinations and on a couple of occasions I spotted the 2 shop assistants (who were both in their mid twenties) watching me with smiles on their faces.

Eventually I had narrowed my choice down to 3 different sets – a pink suspender belt with matching bra and thong and tan stockings, a white silk basque with a tiny white g-string and white hold up stockings and a sheer black chemise with matching g-string. I took these to the counter and said to the assistants that I just could not make my mind up between the three choices and what advice could they give. I expected her just to talk me through the relative merits of each choice but completely shocked me when one of them asked if it would help me if she were to try them on for me and "model" them. I stammered that this would be great and Alex (as she told me she was called) asked me through to the back and nipped off to get changed into the first (pink) outfit. Debbie, the other assistant said that as it was lunchtime she would shut the shop and come through with me to help choose. We chatted as we waited for Alex to re-appear and I was thinking how surreal the situation was – here I was flirting with an extremely attractive, curvy blond woman waiting for her equally attractive friend to come into the room dressed just in sexy underwear!!

When Alex came back wearing the pink set I was speechless. She looked absolutely stunning with her large tits in the pink bra and her long legs encased in the stockings. She had let her long wavy hair hang loose and this emphasised her gorgeous cleavage. She turned slowly around which revealed her fantastic arse, fully displayed as the tiny pink thong disappeared between her bum cheeks. The 2 inches of bare flesh at the top of her stockings was, as always, extremely erotic to me and the pink suspenders holding the stockings up framed her pink silk covered pussy. I could see a faint outline through the thong of her pubic hair which was trimmed so that only a thin strip was left in the middle. Debbie asked me what I thought and I said (probably in a squeaky voice!) that Alex looked fantastic. Debbie walked over to Alex and pointed out various highlights of the outfit, she also stroked the bra saying that the feel of the silk fabric was also very sensual and then stunned me by inviting me over to feel this for myself. I walked over and asked Alex if this was OK and she assured me with a smile that she had no problem. I reached out and stroked the side of the bra and Debbie said not to be so shy and to feel the cups themselves. My fingers were shaking as I stroked Alex's tits and was very conscious of her nipples stiffening as I stroked. Knowing that she was turned on as well (my cock was expanding rapidly in my trousers!) emboldened me to also stroke the tops of her stockings which also felt so sexy. Debbie laughed and said that was better and to finish off I must feel the thong which I did – feeling the heat from Alex coming through the thin material at the front of her pussy. She parted her legs slightly but I did not dare to think that she wanted my hand to venture there so I stepped back thanking her and saying I was ready for the next choice. In reality I needed a break before my erection became too obvious to the 2 women!!

While we waited for Alex's return Debbie and I spoke more openly. Debbie asked if I found Alex sexy and I replied that they were both very sexy women which made her giggle. Alex came in again wearing the white basque with matching g-string and hold ups. The basque pushed her tits up and forward making them look even bigger only just covering her nipples. The g-string was so small that from the front it only just covered her pussy and from the back was invisible and the stockings just finished off the sexy effect. Again I was invited to feel the fabric and I was much more confident this time – getting the feeling that the ladies were enjoying it as much as me and were also turned on by the experience. I spent longer stroking Alex's tits through the basque and noticed that Debbie was stroking her other breast at the same time – I am sure it was not just for technical reasons. I let my hand slide down Alex's back and across her bare cheeks on the way to the stocking tops and she sighed and said that felt nice. Alex then asked if it would be better for me if she tried the third outfit on so that I could compare two alongside each other – and what was I supposed to say other than yes please.

When she left I had to try and not stare too openly at Alex's boobs and bum as we discussed what was happening. Alex said that this was not a service they normally offered but was something she and Debbie had fantasised about and agreed recently that if the right opportunity arose with the right good-looking man (that made me feel good!) then they would fulfill their fantasy. I did not dare ask how the fantasy ended – but I knew what I hoped – and then Debbie walked back in. The chemise and g-string had looked fairly see-through on the hangar but when worn they were completely transparent!! The chemise ended at Debbie's waist and her full natural tits with large nipples were clearly on view.

Her pussy could also be clearly seen, with the sparse hair proving she was a natural blond. Alex laughed and said that I knew what happened next – it was the touch test - and I was soon running my hands over Debbie's body – it felt like she was completely naked. This time I did not hesitate in letting my fingers slip between her legs and she gasped telling me not to stop. She was soon very wet and I was so engrossed that I did not notice Alex come up behind me until I felt her start to undo my trousers. I was soon naked from the waist down and Alex was on her knees feeding my hard cock into her mouth. I now had 2 fingers in Debbie's pussy and she started to breath very heavily and then her knees buckled as her first orgasm went through her body. This sent me over the edge as well and I pumped what seemed gallons of cum into Alex's mouth with her swallowing all but a small dribble that dripped down her chin. Noticing this Debbie helped her up and immediately started kissing and licking Alex's face – obviously sharing my spunk between them in a long passionate French kiss.

Seeing this my cock had stayed very hard and Alex said she needed some attention. She slipped off the g string and asked me to lay on my back on the floor. She then put her knees either side of me and lowered her juicy pussy down onto my hard cock. For a while she just stayed still and I could feel her pussy muscles massaging my cock and then Debbie slowly lowered herself onto my face so that she and Alex were facing each other. I gratefully started to lick Debbie's sweet pussy, feeling her arse cheeks and hole with my fingers and at the same time Alex began to ride me. I was aware that the 2 women were also kissing and I was able to hold out for much longer this time as I had already come once. Debbie was the first to start coming and this made me and Alex soon follow and we ended up in a 3-way cuddle on the floor, kissing stroking and feeling each other for some time until we had all calmed down a bit.

I ended up getting 2 sets of underwear (clean sets!!) which my wife does wear and we enjoy a better sex life. Mine is probably the better though as I visit Alex and Debbie about every 2 weeks to get a show of their new stock and it always ends up in a 3-some in the back room.

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Undine. Sex granny

You know Sarah and I are always trying to see how far we can go, right? What I mean is, like, we’re fucking, right? And she really likes it when I say to her,”. . . you my hole. . .you just a pussy. . .,” stuff like that. She freaks everytime I say it but it doesn’t keep her from enjoying herself.

This one afternoon and, and you know, we can only get together in the afternoon ‘cause she’s got to get home in time to be wife and mother, right? Anyway, this one time we’re get’ in at it fierce: Sweat arcing, screams so loud my ears is ringing. So she’s on her stomach and--you know how it is when you’re getting fucked so hard you don’t care about shit--well, I’m putting my back into it, balls banging her clit, all the time she’s yelling, “Don’t stop,” so I got to oblige her.

At this point, she’s just about flattened into the mattress and I need her ass up ‘cause I don’t want nothing holding me back, see? So I get my arm around her shoulder to bring her up to me when she pops my thumb in her mouth. Now I’m thinking, she’s working it like a dick, so I start whispering in her ear how much I’d like to see her suck one. Shit, hearing that was just what she needed. Man, we get mad humping. She’s going down on my thumb, head bobbing wombat crazy, eyes rolled up white, her ass is beating against me and I’m getting it, you hear me? My heart’s in my skull but I keep on feeding her shit, telling her how much I want to see her mouth get around something fat, dark and juicy, you know, turning this into a fantasy we can fuck with. We grinding so fast the ceiling fan’s keeping up with us. It’s hot and slippery, we come shaking and screaming.

So now I’ve gone and done it. How I’m gonna keep her interested now she’s got this idea of making it with two men? I’m thinking about how this is gonna work, which I don’t feel it can right? But this is before this party I went to.

Sarah wants to meet up with me at this place. I know she’s got something up her sleeve, so, needing to get in character, I take some X. By the time I get there I’m hyped. Fortunately, the party’s in full tilt and nearly out the door but I manage to work my way inside. You shoulda seen it. It was all old school. Strobe lights pulsing, Dre on the speakers making the place throb. Black, Brown and White folk are up in there gettin down to chants of “nigguhs an’ bitches,” some weird shit. Hands waving, signing, heads bobbing. I can see Sarah through all this waay back in the kitchen talking to our host, Molly. The ecstasy makes me want to fuck everyone I touch, but I manage to make my way through the crowd, heading towards her and what do I find? She’s wearing this wrap, see? It’s so dark it bends light, hugs her so tight you can make out her hipbones. All cinched by a belt that’s big and sparkly like something you win from a Smackdown but still leaves the top so open even Stevie Wonder can see down there. Even Molly can’t keep her eyes up. Her red heels shimmer under the kitchen fluorescent as she teeters from the beer she tries to steady.

She must’ve seen me because when I close in she whispers something to Molly and scoots out the back door.

“HellogreatpartywheresthbeerI’llberighbac,” I say to her as I go after Sarah but by the time I step down into the backyard from the porch the only thing moving’s a clump of people way in the back who I discover to be a buncha guys huddling around a tub full of TuskerÓ and LevÓ longnecks icing down. I grab one, was about to get into the conversation, well really, sorta stand there until I can get my bearings when the screech of the screen door gets my attention: Aaron shows up, surveys the backyard from the porch landing, spots us, then rearranges his crotch before descending the stairs. I’m wondering how he can walk around with that thing when a swath of Sarah’s dress flares from the porch light and points to her silhouette under the porch steps. The look in her eyes, man, ‘tha fuck? Makes my insides buck when she upends her beer, sucks it down. I feel like Matthew Henson and she’s my north pole when Aaron blocks my path, gives me the Negro nod and wants to know ,“S’up?” S’ up’s what’s under that porch that’s w’us up, I’m thinking, but, maintain my GQ while steady working my way around him--well, steady for me since, at this point, the world’s spinning underneath and I’m trying to catch up. Still, he don’t get the pattern and walks along anyway. It’s only when we closed in on the porch that he sees Sarah and puts it all together which ain’t too difficult since she’s throwing out a mean vibe and we’re caught up in it. It only takes a moment to decide the next move and as she steps back under the porch, we step to her.

I get used to the dark real quick, can make out Sarah with her wrap undone. and her hand down her hose. No panties. She’s throwing all of this at us and I’m wondering if this is real. Aaron gets behind her, starts kissing her neck, her sweet spot--how’d he know that? Mauls her breasts. Her body goes limp like she aint got no bone, except she’s still working her pussy. My insides are hot reflux taking this all in, trying to figure my next move. I wrap my lips around hers, stuff my tongue in her mouth, urgently suck hers into mine.

Aaron holds her nipples up so I can suck those too. My ego does flip-flops when I get them to jut. I work my way down the front of her body to get a better look at what she’s doing; her lips are plush. She pulls her fingers out of her crotch and feeds them to me. They’re wet with her smell, makes my eyes cross. Never content with just one sensation, she withdraws her fingers, places her hand on the back of my head and pulls me into her crotch. I snuffle her, loving the way her hose scuffs my cheeks, lick at what I can get then have to tear a hole the size of my tongue. I taste her for a little bit then pull back, just breathe on her a little before offering my bluetit of a tongue again, you know, tease the pleasure out of her.

All of this is going fine when I feel something else: Aaron’s edging his dick between her lips. Before I can react, Sarah holds my head in place and keeps pumping her hips at me until I’m capping the head of Aaron’s meat.

Wouldn’t you know it, at that moment, the beer group decides to go back to the party indoors? We make like a black hole and hold our breath until they all go up the steps, except, here I’m hoping no one discovers me hoping someone does and put a stop to the whole damn thing but soon’s I hear the screen door slam I know the principal’s not coming to my rescue. No, it’s just us, Zulu or Waterloo staring me in the face. Sarah pushes her hips at me again and Aaron wants more attention, the ecstasy’s having its way, thank God. I taste him, he’s sweet with her juice, and after a little bit more, taste his, and then, what the hell, go at them both.

Man, I can’t believe I’m doing what I’m doing. Aaron’s so swollen and hard as shit even I begin to imagine what he’d feel like. Sarah’s blabbering, going on about how she’s going to come all over us, rips the seat from her hose, now it’s all free-range pudding. Aaron grabs her thighs, hoists her up a little more so that she can slide back and forth along the length of him, getting it sticky. She starts shaking and, at first I thought it was Aaron’s come but quickly realize it’s hers filling my mouth. I suck at her until she ease’s herself out of the way and orders me to keep sucking Aaron. I get my hands around it, both hands, mind you. It’s thick and warm.

“Oh God,” she says, “This is so fucking hot. I’ve never even done anything close to this.” Well, that makes 2 of us, I don’t know about Aaron.

Okay, so she pulls me up so I can trade places with him. I have to undo my pants—an invitation was taking too long--sit my naked ass on the trashcan, the cold shock of the lid makes me sizzle. Aaron kneels in front of me, yanks the pants from my thighs and goes down on me good. Sarah climbs on top of the cans, faces Aaron, plants her heels on either side of me. She looks over her shoulder to ask,” You know what to do with this,” before adhering her ass to my face. My fingertips get lost in her cheeks as I tongue her asshole. Aaron lifts my legs and, Lord have mercy, does the same thing to me.

Sarah lifts my legs up by the knees, pulls the pants over my boots, coins and shit tinkle offa the trashcans.

Aaron licks and laps at me. By the time he shoves his thumb in there I want his whole hand, well, at least I think I do. Sarah’s cavitating on my tongue like she’s trying to screw it into place. When she finally does she bends over to fill her mouth with me. It’s like we’re playing Twister.

I start to blabber that I need to be fucked. Now. I grope for Aaron, get a hold of his thing and fill my ass. Aaron must’ve anticipated some kind of fucking because he had a condom on already; it certainly made the entry easier. He makes some tentative moves in me but quickly revs up the pace.

Sarah’s like a circus barker giving us the blow by blow. Between her asking me if I like showing my ass and if I like getting fucked she tells us that she’s coming again, which I can tell just from the juice running down my face. What I can’t tell if it’s Aaron’s demands or Sarah’s commands that make me beg for it as loud as I can in her gloryhole.

Man, she’s whipping my face with it and calling ME a slut. Aaron’s like, sawing wood up in there but since I aint stopping him he cranks it up to 11.

It’s a good thing the music’s loud. Sarah screams the worst things she can think of but my come quiets her down. My eyes see sparks flying every whicha way when Aaron swells and comes. I laugh from the sensation.

And it’s like the whole world’s coming with us. I can hear a siren. There’s dogs howling. A helicopter beats the air.

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