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Authors name: Kristen Kathleen Becker
(as told to me by Callie)
Story Title : Callie's Story - "Wild Sorority days"
-=*=-
Today is my birthday, and I'm 40 years old. I look
back at my life in the late 60's and early 70's while
attending San Francisco State, and wonder how we all
made it through in one piece. Of course there wasn't
anything like AIDS back then, which helped.
My story is a true one that took place in 1974 when
I was 22 years old. We were a wild bunch and thought
we knew everything, and had done everything. I was
very jaded back then. We had this tradition of daring
each other to do crazy things, and I was the "Bravest"
one in our sorority house.
One day the house bought a closed circuit TV system
for security, but we quickly turned it to another
purpose. We set it up so a sister could bring her
intended victim home and do her thing with him while
the rest of us watched on the closed circuit TV from
another room. We'd done some really strange things
like betting each other who could seduce which
professors, or who could get the oldest man to have
sex with them. (By the way, I won that one, I had
the oldest one at 79!)
-=*=-
Well, this story really starts with a visit from the
president of our sister sorority from UCLA who came
to talk to us about a problem they were having with
their house. It seems that a fraternity house wanted
their building for expansion, and being as wild as
us, their sorority was vulnerable, and the guys had
filed a morals charge against them with the college
government. If their sorority was actually brought up
on charges, they might be evicted from their house,
then the guys could get the property.
We talked over many ideas, when I came up with "fight
fire with fire" get them into a compromising situation,
and blackmail them into withdrawing their charge. I
came up with the idea of installing our closed circuit
camera and recorder in a house off their campus, and
holding a "special" party for the fraternity guys. I
had a plan, and told the visiting UCLA chapter house
president that we'd take care of their problem for
them.
Several of us drove down to LA, bringing the equipment
with us, and set it up in a borrowed house just off
campus. I took time to scope out the fraternity
brothers, and had a chance to meet Gene Benjamin, the
house president at a dance that first night. After
dancing a couple of times with him I told him that I
was new in town and was having a get-to-know-you party,
and would he and his house brothers like to come? He
made it plain that he would, and said that he thought
I was beautiful, and if the other women at the party
looked half as nice as me, he could get most of his
fraternity brothers to come.
Party night rolled around and everything was set
up. The plan had evolved into "Me" doing everything. I
couldn't back down, I had my pride to look after, so
to speak. The plan was for me to greet however many
guys showed up and to get them somehow to gang-bang
me with all of them in the same room, while on camera,
of course. They all had to be filmed in one room with
me to prove what their intentions were to the college
government if necessary. (I couldn’t believe that I
had talked myself into this!)
Well, you can imagine where I was at by then. Here I
was, the craziest girl in our group, basically setting
myself to be screwed by as many men as happened to
walk through the door, and pretending that I was cool
with it. I tried not to think beyond the moment; I
threw myself into setting the scene. We got a huge,
thick white throw rug, and placed it were the camera
could get all the action, set the lighting as low as
possible while still showing all the details.
Truthfully, I was loosing my nerve big-time! I was
scared to death! there could be 100 guys showing up
for all I knew. All I could think about the day before
the "event" was that I can't loose face now! But I did
make a silent pact with myself that if more than 10
guys showed up, I'd chicken out and take the conse-
quences. (Tells you something about me then! That I'd
consider having sex with 10 guys in a row, and not
think that that was too much.)
-=*=-
The time came... and we heard the door bell ring, my
heart jumped into my throat, and all the girls ran
into the "monitor room" and locked themselves in, so
no guys looking for the bathroom would inadvertently
stumble on them.
There was Gene, and five other fraternity guys from
his house.
'Well,' I thought, 'There goes my excuse for not doing
this.'
As I led them into the living room where everything
was supposed to happen, I was already having thoughts
about what it would feel like to have sex guys in one
night, while being watched by seven girls and all
these guys. I was thinking about whether all the guys
would be able to perform their duty in front of each
other, things like that were running through my head.
They all came into the room and Gene looked around and
asked if they had gotten there early. I said that I
had brought them here under false pretenses, that I
was a nymphomaniac and needed to have multiple men to
have an orgasm.
While I was telling him this crazy story, I undid the
strap of my sun dress from behind my neck and let it
drop to the floor, leaving me completely nude. Guys
today would never fall for the story I was telling
these guys, but things were different then. (And back
then I had one of those bodies that glowed with health
and "exuded sexiness" or so I'm told.)
Gene said that he would be glad to help me out. The
guys with him said that if I really needed sex with
them, who were they to argue?
Well, Gene took my hand and started to lead me to the
bedroom, but I pulled back and told him I needed to do
this with other men watching, that I couldn't "get off"
otherwise.
Gene looked a little disconcerted at this, so I played
on his masculine ego, and asked him if he was able to
do it in front of his pals. He took the challenge and
pulled his pants down immediately, and as I watched
his gorgeous erect cock popped into view! all slick
and swollen. All of a sudden I settled down. I was on
home turf now, and could handle this. At least I hoped
I could.
I stepped up to Gene and pushed him up against the
wall, rubbing myself against him slowly, quite enjoying
myself. I used to look at myself in the mirror, and I
used to feel so god damn proud of my body. I used to
fantasize sometimes that I could have as many lovers
as I wanted.
And here I was, getting ready to live that fantasy! I
began to get so wet, and just had to have him inside
me! I put my hands on Gene's shoulders, and lifted
myself onto his big warm cock. He held me by the ass
and manipulated me in-and-out, and side-to-side, hit-
ting perfectly right from the start! The thought of
so many people watching us was incredibly sexy to me.
I came before he did, and I really let myself go; I
screamed and clawed at his back as he came in me. (I
thought it would look good on tape.)
I climbed down from an exhausted male body, and went
down on all fours in front of the intense crowd of
young college men. I told them that I wanted them all
to strip for me, if we were going to have a party, we
should all be dressed for action!
You should have seen the speed those clothes flew into
the air! Gene just stumbled to the couch and slumped
down with a very red chest and cock.
I said, "Next!" and one of the guys dropped down
behind me and inserted his cock into me from behind.
(No, I'm not into anal) He slipped in very easily
because I was dripping with both Gene's and my come.
This guy was so worked up he just started slamming me
real fast, and came in less than a minute. As I pushed
him backwards off of me, I rolled over on my back and
stretched like a contented kitten. I looked up and
saw a very horny surfer type, all tan and hard muscles.
I pointed to him, and held my arms wide for him. He
knelt between my legs and immediately went down on my
pussy. I couldn't believe this guy! Two men had come
inside of me, and here was this guy licking and
sucking me with a vengeance! But soon I didn't care
why he was doing it, he was really good at it. Just
before he brought me off, he plunged his dick into
me and came in me almost immediately. (I figured that
he was a "quick cum", and that's why he did face.)
Didn't matter to me though, because I came right along
with him. Couldn't believe it, I usually only have one
orgasm a night...
Well, surfer boy gently disengaged, and slowly licked
his way out of me.
I was thinking about the fact that I had three dif-
ferent kinds of sperm, all mixed up inside me, and
how fantastic the feeling was, when the tall, dark
one kneeled down beside me, and began to French me,
while very lightly fingering me. I could see his
beautiful cock quivering beside my face, and I knew
what he wanted. He smelled like heaven, and that
cock looked so smooth and clean, that it just seemed
like the right thing to do. I moved my head two
inches over to take that fat purple head into my
mouth, and to my surprise he moved to put his lips
on my clitoris. We just stayed in that position
massaging each other with our mouths until he came
all over my face. (These guys were *strange*!) As
soon as he was over his orgasm, and could move, he
turned around and licked his sperm off my face.
Weird, huh?
As I was beginning to recover from my latest partner,
I began to think, "This is it, we have all the material
we need to screw this fraternity. Why go on?"
But as I was thinking about getting up and making some
kind of excuse, the youngest-looking guy jumped me,
and slammed his cock into me without any preamble. I
could tell right away that he was a virgin, and that
it was taking all his courage to screw me in front of
his buddies. So I laid back, and let him have his big
experience. I always liked being the first for a guy,
I make sure he thinks he's wonderful.
I squirmed under him and pushed against him, and
reached under his left leg and took hold of his cock
with my special "thumb-forefinger" hold, and felt him
going in and out of me. I find that when both partners
are real wet, men love this hold. It enhances their
experience, and I like the feel too. Having a virgin
in me turned me on again and as he pumped his seed
into me, I had, wonder-of-all-wonders, another orgasm!
Well, here I was, going to stop with four guys, but I
couldn't very well leave this last guy with some kind
of complex. So as my sweet virgin lay beside me in a
sated daze, I looked at the last guy.
When he saw me look at him, he just dropped down on
me and started to fuck me. That's all you could call
it, "fucking." He was hard and violent! And he had an
appetite for sex like none of the others. He fucked
me so hard it hurt. I wanted to cry out, but he knew
what he was doing, and even though it hurt, somehow
the hurt was too nice to complain about.
He was all over my body at once; he moved like an eel.
We both came together, and the whole thing shook me.
My pussy was so sore after this guy had finished with
me. He bit my asshole and my lips and he nipped my
clit, and it was painful, but it was just incredible.
A fleeting thought went through my mind about asking
him to move up to San Francisco with me. But I didn't
act on the thought.
There I was laying on the rug after we'd finished,
covered in sweat and sperm, and I felt used up and
quite whorish, but somehow I was pleased with my
performance.
After I had ushered all the guys out of the house
(having to plead a sore pussy to Gene, who wanted
another go), I went back into the house, and all the
girls were there cheering for me. I guess that at
least half of them had to relieve themselves by
masturbating or being masturbated, I don't know
which. They all loved my performance.
We left the next day for San Francisco and anonymity.
I walked a little funny for a couple of days, but
quickly got back into the swing of things. I've never
done anything quite as crazy as that since.
Oh, by the way, the fraternity brothers mysteriously
dropped all charges against our sister sorority.
©1997 Kristen Kathleen Becker
(Authors address: Kristen078@Hotmail.com)
-=*=-
WARNING! NEVER, NEVER practice unsafe sex. In this day
and age, it is just plain stupid to have unprotected
sex with strangers. This story is for entertainment
not to be imitated. You only have one body per
lifetime... Take good care of it... Kristen
-=*=-
A special thanks to Professor Stephen for proof
reading this story, making it much better than it
would have been otherwise.
-=*=-
-=*=-
"You'll find that many of the things we hold to be true, are only that, from
a certain point of view."
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