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Hell Week
by Max (max_greymore@hotmail.com)
***
Love begins during the fun and games of hell week
initiation. (MF, 1st, exh, orgy, rom)
***
This story occurred the year after a serious hazing
accident in New England, but before the rules had
gotten so very strict about initiations. I was a
freshman at a Midwestern University, and I had just
undergone what was to be one of the most trying and at
the same time most rewarding experiences of my life. It
began shortly after I registered at the university and
I received an invitation to participate in fraternity
rush.
One of my friends John, who graduated a year ahead of
me from high school, had joined a fraternity, so I went
to him for advice. He was honest with me and explained
the advantages and disadvantages as he saw them. He
explained that the fraternity system required extra
time and money but that, if I chose correctly might
help me a great deal.
His fraternity was for engineering students, they
provided him with guidance to develop good study
habits, as well as help with difficult courses from
frat brothers who had finished the course. They had
copies of old tests from some professors so that he
could see what kinds of questions were likely to be on
the test and what he needed to study for.
Since I had never been challenged in high school and
had gotten good grades without developing good study
habits, I decided that this might be of benefit for me.
I decided to attend rush week. I attended parties at
six frat houses and noticed that some of the rules had
changed. John mentioned that his rush parties had been
beer busts. The parties were now dry. I knew about the
kid in Boston who had died of alcohol poisoning the
previous year so I understood why.
I was told that the inter-fraternity committee was
trying to clean up the Greek image. One of the active
members mentioned to me that the physical harassment
and mass alcohol consumption was out now, but that
there would still be some initiations and they did have
some ideas for fun which would not violate the new
rules. He hinted that while at first it would seem
tame, there would be some great parties later after the
heat was off.
I put in my preferences and was bid at my first choice.
I was very pleased since I had really liked this house.
I moved into the house and began to adjust to college
life. I had attended classes and was beginning to
appreciate the study hall rules and see the value of my
decision.
Then came Hell Week. One Saturday morning before dawn I
was awakened by an active member. I and my fellow
pledges were taken to a large basement room. Here we
were told that the house wanted to be sure that we
valued our membership. We would be asked to participate
in some activities designed to test our desire to be
members.
One week from tomorrow the actives would vote on who
would be offered membership. Our actions over the next
week would determine if our names were listed or
removed from the member’s log. Just one active could
black ball us for any perceived lack of enthusiasm. Our
first challenge each morning would be the physical
training program.
We were given sleeveless t-shirts and boxer shorts to
wear and told to put them on, get some running shoes
and report to the front of the building. As I moved to
the stairs in order to get my shoes several actives
began yelling at me to hurry up and get outside. I
panicked and ran to my room where another active was
waiting. When I tried to put on the boxers and T-shirt
he stood beside me and screamed to get dressed and get
a move on. I quickly slipped into the boxers which were
several sizes too large crammed my feet into a pair of
sneakers and ran down the stairs holding my boxers up
with one hand.
We were organized into a group and made to run down
fraternity row to a park which bordered on sorority
hill. In the center of the park there was a large
soccer field surrounded by bushes; this was to be our
exercise area. All the way actives lined the street
jeering at us to run faster. There we met with a
similar group from our sister sorority. We formed into
two lines, one of each sex and turned to face our
exercise partner.
Across from me stood the most beautiful woman I have
ever seen. She was dressed like me in men’s boxer
shorts and sleeveless t-shirt. I could see her nipples
standing erect under her shirt in the cool morning air.
On closer inspection I could see the dark circles of
her areola, and even a slightly darker area where her
blond pubic hair was just visible through the white
cloth of her shorts. She was tall, slender, and had
green eyes above her cute dimpled cheeks. She too was
holding up her shorts with one hand.
Then the exercises began. First we did push ups. An
active walked between the rows criticizing our stile
and requiring us to keep our heads up. Looking across
the row I saw my female counterpart straining to keep
up. Her overly large t-shirt bagged down in front
revealing beautiful breasts through the open neck. I
struggled not only to keep up with the push ups but to
control my building erection. I didn’t want to
embarrass myself in front of this wondrous female.
Beside, I was sure that getting a woody might make it
very difficult to do push ups.
Next we were told to do jumping jacks. I panicked
again. There was no way I could do any jumping jacks
without the oversize shorts sliding down to my ankles.
The actives began to yell again and threaten black
balling. The pledge to my left began to exercise and so
I did as well. Catcalls broke out from the actives
surrounding the exercisers.
Looking around me I found that almost every pledge had
lost his or her shorts. None had been allowed to wear
undergarments. Across from me a vision of loveliness
was naked from the waist down. Her active shouted in
her ear to keep exercising and she did. I could see he
slit opening and closing as she moved. Her clit
protruded trough the blond pubic hair. I lost my battle
with my manhood and sprang into full woody. I almost
tripped over my shorts while trying continuing the
exercise. The man to my left went down with a heavy
thud and a grunt. We were told to stop exercising and
left to stand looking across the row.
My vision looked at my erection then brought her gaze
up to my face and looked me in the eye while treating
me to a cover girl smile. She pointedly kept her eyes
up as if trying to be courteous. I tried less
successfully to keep my eyes elevated but found myself
glancing down at her body, unable to resist looking at
her beauty. She smiled again. The active who stood
between the rows yelled at us, "Alright you maggots
stop exposing yourselves and get ready to do some sit-
ups. Ladies on your backs, men hold the ankles.
"We all pulled up our shorts and the women lay down on
their backs with their legs bent and the men moved to
take their ankles. As I knelt over my partner and
grasped her ankles she smiled and said, "Hi I’m Sarah."
I returned her smile and said, "Hi I’m Steve." The
leader commanded us to begin exercising and Sarah began
to do her sit-ups. Looking down I saw that her boxers
would gap open at the legs each time she came up. I had
a close up view of her genitals with each sit-up. I
moved my head to the side trying to be polite but was
immediately accosted by an active who warned me that I
had better keep my eyes to the front. We were then told
to change places. I lay on my back with my shorts
tented up in front.
Sarah knelt over me and looked down on me as I
exercised. Thoughts of giving up avoiding more
embarrassment disappeared, replaced by a desire to do
what ever it took just to be near Sarah. We were called
back to our feet and each line separated for the run
back to their respective houses. Once back we were told
that we could adjust our exercise uniform for
tomorrow’s run. Also we were informed that tonight
would be the first social of the year, and we were
expected to attend.
Back at the frat house I put a crude draw string into
my boxer shorts hoping to avoid a repetition of today’s
embarrassment. I thought seriously about how much I
wanted to be in the house and decided to continue for
two reasons. One, I wanted to continue seeing Sarah and
this seemed to be the best way. Two, I knew that the
organized study program would be good for me, and I
didn’t want to lose it. I did some laundry and then
went down for lunch.
The guys were ribbing me about my ogling Sarah. One of
the actives, Ben, who was sitting near my table leaned
back and said, "Don’t let it bother you, they’re
jealous, she’s quite a looker. If you don’t hit it off
with her, introduce me to her. I’d like a shot at
getting to know someone like that. Oh, and by the way
she seemed quite taken with your equipment. Good luck."
After lunch I went down to the study hall and signed
in. I had some time to put in and needed to go over my
Chemistry better. At dinner I just smiled when some of
the pledges started in about Sarah again. I then went
up to my room to get ready for the social. After
getting dressed in slacks and sports jacket I went down
to the common room.
Some of the guys were starting to gather and an active
recruited us to help decorate. We had just finished
putting up some ribbons and lights when the girls
arrived. I waited in the background until I saw Sarah
then came forward and said "hi." She turned and saw me,
then broke into a smile that could have been the power
source for a major city. The whole room seemed to light
up.
We moved to some chairs at the side of the room and
began to get to know each other. We discussed the
morning’s events and she confessed that she had briefly
reconsidered her pledging to her house. But like me had
decided to hang in and keep trying. We exchanged
information about our classes and families. I soon
found myself sitting closer to her and was pleased when
she reached out and took my hand. The music started and
I asked her to dance. It was a slow song so she moved
into my arms then placed her head on my shoulder.
Initially I had one hand on her hip and held her hand
with the other. After a time we moved closer together
and I dropped both hands to hold her while she placed
both of her hands behind my neck. We swayed together to
the music and I felt her caressing the back of my neck.
I nuzzled her cheek and kissed her softly on the neck.
The song ended and we stood together looking each other
in the eyes. I never wanted that moment to end. The
music started again and as we began to dance she looked
up at me as if expecting something. She raised her lips
and I kissed her.
Ben came by and said, "Whoa you two, you’re supposed to
be getting to know everyone. Let me cut in so you can
circulate a little then you can reclaim her latter." I
danced with several other pledges and a few actives
from our sister house. I kept my eye on Sarah who was
being passed from one brother to another and never
lacked for a partner.
They called for a break and played a silly game that
involved having the name of a celebrity stuck to your
back; you then had to ask others yes or no questions
and try to determine who your character was. I moved
around the room and after a few good questions made a
lucky guess that my character was Rambo. Sarah was lady
Godiva and she had some trouble figuring it out. But
eventually she got it right. The music started again
and I made a beeline for Sarah getting there just
before about six other guys.
We again moved in close and whispered to each other
about how hard it had been waiting to dance with each
other again. We stayed together despite efforts of
others to cut in, for the next three songs. Then
another break was called and balloons were brought out.
Sarah groaned, "Not another game."
I nodded in agreement. The rules were explained. Each
couple was to place a balloon between their knees and
with out using hands try to work it upward until it was
between their chests. They would then squeeze each
other with the winner being the couple who broke their
balloon first. I thought to myself that just maybe this
might not be such a bad game after all.
We were able to work the balloon almost high enough to
break before I heard a popping sound from across the
room. If I hadn’t been so distracted by rubbing myself
against Sarah we might have won. I asked her if she
needed a break from dancing and she nodded. We moved
onto the terrace and sat on the stone railing facing
the double doors. It was beginning to cool off so I had
an excuse to move in close and place my arm around her.
Soon we were kissing passionately.
The evening ended when the lights came up in the common
room and everyone began saying their goodbyes. I walked
Sarah back to her house and kissed her goodnight. One
of her actives broke us up scolding her for hogging all
the good looking guys. On my walk back my feet scarcely
touched the pavement. On my entry into the house I was
greeted by cat calls and asked if I had gotten lucky by
at least five guys. I blushed and moved upstairs to get
ready for bed.
The next morning I was awakened once again before dawn
and made to dress in my t-shirt and boxers. We jogged
to the park and met up with the female exercise group.
I tried to line up across from Sarah again but couldn’t
work it out. Too many other guys crowded into that spot
and we had to move quickly when the instructor began
yelling about how we must be idiots who couldn’t even
form a line. I ended up three guys down from Sarah who
gave me a sympathetic look.
Exercise proceeded in the same fashion as the previous
day but without any dropped boxers. When we did our
sit-ups I once again was presented with the sight of my
partner’s exposed genitals peeking out from the open
gap of her lose boxers. She was a lovely redhead named
Rose, who would have normally been a likely prospect
for a date, but my thought were on Sarah and I couldn’t
help but wonder if her exercise partner was getting an
eye full as well. I glanced in her direction and
confirmed that, based on the tent in his boxers, indeed
he was being treated to a view of her open slit.
We returned to the house and given time to shower and
change before church services. I found myself walking
down the street with Ben headed toward the Methodist
church. I usually went Baptist but knew from the social
that Sarah planed to attend the Methodist. Ben
congratulated me on my finding such a hot chic so
quickly. He suggested that I consider slowing things
down a little because the house had no provisions for
married couples. I blushed again, and tried to tell him
not to worry, but then realized that he knew my heart
better than I. I was indeed in Love.
At church Sarah’s sisters had already filled a pew and
I was forced to sit with the guys. The service seemed
long and boring. The sermon was something about helping
the less fortunate and giving to the mission in Africa.
When the service ended I tried to reach Sarah so we
could walk back together but her sisters herded her out
the door and she was a block away before I could shake
the minister’s hand and get out the door myself.
When I arrived back at the house I called to see if
Sarah wanted to go to lunch with me. I was informed
that she had already left for town with some of her
sisters. I ended up shooting some pool in the basement
with Ben and some of the other actives. It was evening
before Sarah returned my call, and by then too late to
get together. We talked until someone kicked her off
the phone then I went to bed.
The early mornings and long day yesterday had worn me
out. Even though tired I still had trouble falling
asleep because of the visions of me dancing with Sarah
which continued to fill my head.
The next morning I was unable to even get close to
Sarah as there seemed to be a conspiracy among the
instructors to keep us apart. I showered and dressed
then hurried of to class. After classes I logged into
study hall and finished my preparation for tomorrow’s
classes. There was to be another social that evening so
I was looking forward to seeing Sarah after dinner.
When the sisters finally arrived I was almost panicked
because I couldn’t see her at first. When she finally
came in I rushed over and said "hi." She moved in close
and kissed me quickly, then parted as an active began
to explain the event.
This would be the beginning of our preparation for the
big intramural games competition. Each of us would
decide which games we wanted to participate in and form
teams. Team coaches began rotating to the front of the
room to explain why their event was the best in an
effort to recruit players. Sign up sheets were posted
around the room. Sarah and I decided to try to be on
the same teams even if it meant going out for sports we
didn’t normally get involved in. I stayed away from the
football sign up which would have been my first choice
normally because Sarah didn’t want to try out for it.
Instead we signed up for co-ed volleyball, group
competition twister (what ever that was) and something
called round robin competition chairs, because it was
the last open co-ed event by the time we got there. I
was encouraged by some actives to sign up for some
track events so I checked them out. I had sprinted and
thrown the discus in high school but the shortest run
was a 400 meter and they only had the shot-put.
I signed up for those as the closest events to what I
had already done. Ben asked me what I had signed up for
and I told him. He approved of the track, but looked at
me questioningly when I told him of the volleyball,
twister and competition chairs. He seemed to be about
to say something when I told him that Sarah and I
wanted to be on the same teams. He then looked at me
with understanding and just nodded. There was a
volleyball match between our paired houses and four
other paired houses the following evening. The twister
match was later that night and the chairs were
scheduled for Thursday evening. On Friday a huge dance
for Greeks only would be held. This worked well since
Wednesday was the track meet.
The twister coach called for his team and six of us
moved over to see what he had to say. He told us that
competition to keep things fair would be in our
exercise uniforms. I didn’t understand why this should
be so I asked why. He said that in order to make it
fair we should have the same uniforms as the others. I
still didn’t understand but let it slide. We were to
meet in the common room of one of the fraternities
across the street in a half hour. Everyone broke up to
go after their uniforms.
We met at the appointed time and the coach began to
discuss strategy. I wondered how there could be
strategy for twister but listened closely anyway. He
wanted us to lose our first match because it would
distract the other teams. He said that since there were
four matches then the finals and only the finals
counted for a victory all we needed to do was not be
eliminated before the finals. He said that "This always
works so just do it." Then he said, "Remember boxers
first."
I was totally confused at this point. Sarah and I
paired up and moved to our first match. The colored dot
mats ware spread around the room, with ours in one
corner. All along the walls were chairs with spectators
watching. I wondered why the big turn out to watch
twister. We were greeted by a referee who introduced
the couple we were to play against. I had just put my
hand on a red dot when Sarah sort of lost her balance
and dropped one knee. She stepped off the mat and then
looked at me expectantly. I dutifully dropped down on
one knee after the next color call. The referee turned
to us and said, "Your choice, drop one garment."
Looking around the room I could see losers removing
shoes. I caught the coach’s eye and he yelled "boxers."
I turned to Sarah and she looked back with a startled
expression, and said, "Strip twister." It all made
sense now. I understood why Ben had given me the
strange look and why we had been given the strange
strategy. Sarah dropped her boxers and looked around
the room as she blushed bright red. I followed her lead
and even imitated the blush.
During our next match the male competitor was indeed
distracted. He kept trying to move to where he could
get a better view of Sarah and dropped out quickly. The
woman soon followed when she lost he balance while
trying to avoid putting her face into my crotch in
order to reach her color. They each removed their socks
following the match. In the third round, our male
opponent maneuvered behind Sarah who was down on hands
and feet so that he could reach between her legs to get
the next color. He was successful and managed to brush
along her genitals with his hand and forearm.
I could see a streak of moisture from his wrist to
elbow. Sarah gave him a dirty look but didn’t protest.
When the next color was called I trod on his hand and
was warned by the ref. He finally fell because he had
reached so far under Sarah in order to get his color
that he was off balance. His team-mate followed him out
on the next color call because Sarah got to the dot
first and she had nowhere to reach.
This was the first loss for these opponents so they
each removed their shoes. In our last match before the
finals our female opponent was distracted by finding my
erection bobbing in her face after the third color and
didn’t even reach for her dot until the ref called her
out. The male made a valiant effort but finally went
down when he couldn’t reach his color without losing
his balance.
The finals consisted of teams which had won at least
half their matches. Four teams remained. This would be
double elimination. Against the first team we fought
hard and eventually triumphed. Then we were matched
against last years champion team. They had not lost a
match yet this evening. We lost concentration and were
in trouble. I was in an inverted position with one hand
and foot on each color.
Sarah faced away from me bent at the waist to show me
her beautiful slit. As I waited for the next color call
I developed a woody which could have pounded nails. I
had been half to medium hard since the first match but
this was a splendid erection. Staring into the open
vulva of a beautiful woman caused me to fantasize about
getting lucky with her. I was lining my erection up
with her opening and inching my way forward until our
organs almost touched. It was all innocent in intent, I
did not intend any physical contact, just wanted to
make my fantasy as real as possible.
When the next color was called Sarah tried to reach
behind her for her next dot. I had only to move a foot
from one dot to another and was still stable. Suddenly
Sarah lost her balance and flailing her arms fell
backward upon me. My aim had been perfect and even
though I had never intended to actually follow up on my
fantasy it came true anyway. She landed sitting upright
upon my lower abdomen. I felt a blinding pain as my
erection was nearly bent in half, then I felt warmth
surround me as I slid into her body.
I had been knocked onto the mat and Sarah now sat
impaled upon my penis. She had a stunned look on her
face and was making a sort of mewling noise. She tried
to stand and fell back again pushing me even deeper
into her vagina. Cat calls erupted from though out the
room as the spectators began to point and nudge their
neighbors. Sarah sat motionless for a moment as if
tiring to sort out what had just happened to her. She
turned to me and gave me a strange look then said, "I
would have wanted it to be you anyway."
She rocked her hips a few times and let out a groan.
She rose up half off of me and plunged downward as if
losing her balance. This caused me to fire a stream of
semen into her body. Apparently this was what she was
delaying for and turned to smile at me. When she
finally moved from me I understood. A small amount of
blood mixed with sperm ran from her opening. She had
been virgin until this moment.
We asked the ref how long until the next match and he
said to take our time as we had one more match and they
would wait until we were ready. I helped Sarah to the
restroom so she could clean up. When she came out I
tried to apologize but she wouldn’t hear of it. She
emphatically insisted that accidents happen and this
was not my fault. She kissed me and asked if I were
hurt.
When I shook my head she took my hand and led me back
to the last match. All other teams were out now except
for one. The team who we had just lost to had been so
stunned by our accident that they had lost the next two
matches while we were recovering. We won the last match
and left in triumph.
After the events during the twister competition the
brothers began calling me Buster. The Volleyball match
was lost quickly since few of our team had any
experience. Like the twister it was strip volleyball.
The rule required losing teams to remain naked until
the end of the matches. We sat naked in the bleachers
watching the other teams play until the end.
I talked with Sarah about our accident and she was
satisfied that I had not tried to hurt or take
advantage of her in any way. I also asked her if we
needed to be concerned about possible pregnancy. She
smiled and remarked that her doctor had prescribed
birth control for her to help reduce her menstrual
cramps, so we had little to worry about. We felt closer
than ever and I knew I was falling for her big time. I
asked her if she would accept my pin once we were full
members and she cried and said of course.
The track meet was campus wide; open to all dorms,
Greeks, and off campus students who had signed up. I
did well at the track meet, finishing second in the 400
m due to a last minute sprint when Sarah inspired me
with her cheers. In the shot-put a strange thing
happened. I signed in a waited fro my turn to throw. As
I watched I was astounded by the distance some of the
competitors were throwing. I planed to do my best but
figured I would be lucky not to be in last place.
When my turn came as expected I was nowhere close to
first. My best effort placed me mid-pack. When the
judge announced the places I was astounded to hear my
name as first place in the fraternity division. I asked
him why and was told that the other competitors had all
been from different divisions, and each division was
ranked separately. It seems that I was the only Greek
who signed up for this event.
The last of our events was Thursday evening, like
twister it required the exercise uniform to be worn. I
had asked around about the event and all I could get
for answers were comments like, "Don’t worry Buster,
I’m sure that you of all people will do just fine."
When I met Sarah for dinner she looked very uncertain.
I asked her what was wrong and she explained, "The game
is like musical chairs except that they don’t remove a
chair after each round. The men sit in the chairs
facing outward and the women walk around them. It
starts with everyone dressed and after each round the
last person to sit down removes one of her articles of
clothing and one of the articles from the man she sat
on. The competition continues as long as the men can
maintain an erection.
As each man becomes limp he is removed from the circle.
Women who can not find a place to sit also leave. Since
sex takes place in public there is usually a big turn
out, the event is held at the old theater and only
Greeks are invited." I looked her in the eye and said,
‘Maybe we should drop out." She said "I thought of that
but that bitch Loraine, said that she would black ball
me if I didn’t at least try." I knew how much Sarah
wanted to be chosen for one of the slots at her
sorority, but this was too high a price. I told her
that "We should both drop out and move to the dorms,
because I didn’t think this was a good idea."
She looked me in the eye and said, "That’s why I love
you, you are so considerate, and such a gentleman."
I looked back and said, "You love me? Oh my God I’ve
wanted to say that to you for so long, but I’ve been
afraid that it was too soon. I love you too."
She moved closer to me and kissed me. Then she said, "I
think I could do it if we were able to do it right
first. Would you take me away somewhere and make love
to me? Then what ever happens at the event will not
bother me, because I will have your love, and you will
have been my first true lover. What happened at the
twister will be a gift from God, his message to us that
we were meant to be."
I said, "You would have sex in public with other men
just to get into the sorority?" She looked shocked, and
responded, "No, I would have sex with you in public, if
you asked me to. Indeed we already have in a way. If
another man happened to become a part of our lovemaking
I would tolerate him while waiting for you to come to
me."
"Are you sure?" I said.
She just nodded and kissed me again.
We drove to a motel on the outskirts of town and got a
room. I produced a bouquet of a dozen red roses from
the trunk of the car and presented them to Sarah. When
she accepted them I unlocked the door, then picked her
up and carried her into the room. She excused herself
and moved into the bath while I got into bed. When she
came out she was wearing a white baby doll gown. Even
after seeing her semi naked so many times this last
week; this was special.
I couldn’t make out much of her beautiful body, but
this time it was for me. She came into our bed and then
into my arms. I spent the next few minutes trying to
remove that beautiful gown with out trying to be
obvious about it. Finally she turned to me and asked,
"What’s the problem? I didn’t want to wear it all night
you know."
I responded, "It was so beautiful I didn’t want to take
it off."
She pulled me to her, raised up the gown and placed my
hand on her breast. She said, "Take it easy I’m still a
little sore from playing twister. I must be one of the
lucky few who have a small thin hymen or we couldn’t be
doing this at all." I grinned and began to caress her
body. When I worked my way down to her slit I found it
to be open and very moist. I felt just fine to me and I
could tell from the way that she rocked her hips that
she found it to be just fine as well.
She rolled over pulling me on top and told me in no
uncertain terms, "Do it right this time, no quick in
and out leaving me unsatisfied, like last time."
I did my best and she made sure that I knew that this
time she was satisfied. I’m sure that her moans during
her climax could be heard clear down by the pool. I
wondered why no one called the cops to report a murder.
But then again perhaps such sounds are not that
uncommon here. The second time lasted longer and we
rolled over with her on top. She seemed to prefer this
as it gave her more control and she discovered how to
move her hips so that her cervix slid over the head of
my penis in a sort of internal caress.
I had to make her stop twice so that I wouldn’t finish
too quickly. I wanted to make love to this wonderful
woman for the rest of my life and I told her so. She
explained that this would be the last time tonight as
it was getting late and we both had classes tomorrow;
but promised to hold me to my word.
When we met after her last class I presented her with a
diamond engagement ring and asked her to be my wife. I
suggested once again that we drop out of the
competition. Her response was to kiss me firmly and
say’ "After last night no one can ever really make love
to me again except you. You have my heart. So long As I
have yours another man’s touch will have no meaning."
We stopped for dinner then we went back to the houses
to get our exercise uniforms then walked to the theater
together hand in hand.
On the stage were sixteen chairs placed in a circle.
Large mirrors hung from the walls on all sides save
toward the audience. That side was packed with what
must have been every Greek in town. A stereo and
speakers were in one corner of the stage and two people
stood next to it; the president of the inter-fraternity
council and his date. Waiting on stage were a number of
men and women in exercise uniforms. Several more
pledges in uniform followed us in.
The President called the room to order then instructed
each of the men to sit in one of the chairs. He
explained the rules and asked if anyone wanted to
leave. Since no one moved he declared that the
competition was among consenting adults and could
begin. He started the music and the women began to move
around the ring. Some were dancing seductively others
simply walked.
When the music stopped one woman deliberately waited
for the others to sit down. She then moved to the last
man took off his boxers and her own; then sat on his
lap facing the audience. She was quite blatant about
making sure everyone saw her reach behind and insert
him into her vagina. She stoked the head of his penis
along her labia for a few moments then sat down
wiggling her hips with relish. Before the music started
again it was obvious to everyone that he had climaxed
within her body.
When the music started she rose from him, dripping, and
began to dance seductively around the circle. The
audience went berserk. Cheers and cat calls were loudly
made along with suggestions as to what she should do
next. When this sex demon pasted me she looked me in
the eye and stuck out her tongue to lick her lips. I
could see fluids running down her legs and matting her
pubic hair.
When the music stopped again she tried to get to me but
Sarah beat her to my lap. She turned to face me and
kissed me passionately much to the approval of the
audience. The succubus, as I began to think of her,
chose a different victim. This time it was the man to
my right. She stripped off his boxers and tossed them
to the center of the circle. She then removed her top
and repeated her previous performance with the same
result. As the music played again she stood and moved
with her usual sensual glide. As Sarah stood she
remarked that "The bitch is cheating." The succubus
overheard this remark and from the look in her eyes I
knew war had been declared.
When the music stopped Sarah tried to get to me again
but a third woman beat both her and the succubus to me.
Sarah ended sitting on the man to my left. I watched
him slide his hands under her t-shirt to fondle her
breasts. He pushed his hips against her dry humping her
without penetration. She looked at me and saw my anger.
She said, "Its okay it means nothing, let him have his
fun."
I calmed myself and marveled at the woman I had found.
Before the music started again I told her to stop
trying to get to me each time as soon as one of the men
dropped or she would be out. She nodded her
understanding. At the next halt succubus found the
first man she had gotten to again. This time when she
arose he did not. One down, fifteen to go.
Now succubus couldn’t play her waiting game any longer
least she be removed for losing her seat. I fearful
that Sarah would try to get to me again and be removed
but I saw that she had listened well and took a place
immediately. The next to the last woman stood, removed
her t-shirt and the boxers of the man she had sat on
and resumed her seat. He placed both hands on her tits
and seemed enjoy them.
The woman who was left without a place to sit moved
over to the sidelines and sat against the wall to
watch. Three more rounds occurred before another man
wore out. Some of those men who had not yet lost their
boxers pulled them down and exposed themselves. At this
point most of the men and many of women were semi-naked
and sex was occurring with about half of the couples
almost every round.
Several of the men had climaxed but managed to maintain
their hardness. The succubus was striving to bring a
man off each time she sat down. She was completely
naked and her cunt absolutely dripped with the semen of
her previous partners.
In the next round Sarah was close to me and tried to
get to me. I frantically motioned for her to sit but
she tried anyway. She just beat another woman to my
lap. She was the second to last to sit so she chose to
remove my and her own t-shirts. She sat facing me and I
took the opportunity to ask her if perhaps she would
lose next round so that we could end this. Her response
was, "And let that bitch win, no way."
I told her that if she wasn’t part of the game anymore
I could lose my erection and would then join her. She
just shook her head and arose to begin her walk. The
next round I lost my boxers to the succubus but managed
not to unload into her before the music started. When
it stopped again Sarah tried once again to get to me.
This time she saw that her place would be taken before
she could arrive and took the only remaining lap, that
of the man to my left again. She would have been out
except that no man had left during the previous round.
She started to remove her shoes when he reached up and
grasped her boxers. She gave in and allowed him to pull
them down. She was not planning on allowing him access
to her pussy but as she sat he pulled her up high onto
his lap and made the insertion. He was thrusting into
her strongly and came before the music. She was pushing
back onto him just before he came. Served him right
that she wore him out and he had to leave the next
round.
There were now only eight woman and men left in the
circle. All were naked except for one woman who still
had shoes and two men who had socks. As the women
walked past I could see semen running down the legs of
each. I surprised that there were still so many men in
the circle because judging from the quantity there were
few who hadn’t cum at least once.
The guy on my right had climaxed at least three times
and was struggling to keep it up. He had a smile on his
face but a look of exhaustion was creeping in. Sarah
ended up on his lap the next round as he pounded into
her she leaned over and kissed me. This brought
applause from the audience and sneers from the
succubus. When Sarah arose it was obvious that he was
done in. They stopped the game and moved the chairs
into a smaller circle since more that half of the men
were gone.
When the music stopped both Sarah and her nemesis made
for me, both looked determined. When Sarah took the
lead the succubus changed course and settled on to the
lap of a closer victim. He enthusiastically
accommodated her. This was the first time Sarah had
been on my lap since she lost her boxers. She turned to
face me and inserted my penis into her body. I told her
not to move because I was close and didn’t want to cum.
She grinned and after rocking her hips only once to
prove something to me, then remained still. Once was
enough, I mixed my semen with the many loads that
preceded mine.
Succubus brought her man off and stood with a shout of
glee before the music even started. He left the stage
and there were now only six men and seven women. When
the music stopped again succubus got to me first and
for a moment I thought Sarah was out. She just managed
to find an empty lap, but only because a woman slipped
on the slime just before sitting on the lap of the man
to my right, and slid under the chair. Sarah quickly
took the last place and he began to thrust into her
body.
Succubus now unveiled her secret weapon. Turning to
face the audience she inserted me not into her pussy
but her rectum. I had never had anal sex before and her
tightness made it difficult for me to concentrate. Just
before she stood up to leave I shot into her colon. I
panicked for a moment but Sarah stood before me and
caressed me back into hardness before she resumed her
walk. Seeing what had happened the president’s date
approached me and handed me a sterile alcohol wipe. She
silently mouthed the words "we don’t want any
infections spread." I cleaned myself as the music
played.
The president didn’t stop the music until after I was
ready. I could see that most of the men were about done
in and that the competition was almost over. Of the
last six males most were on their third or fourth cum.
I had gotten off twice, once with Sarah and now once
with the succubus, both times within moments of each
other. Only Sarah’s loving touch and the short break
with the towellete had saved me.
Soon there remained only two men and women in the
competition. Sarah rode the man next to me in an effort
to make him cum. The succubus had tried to use her
backdoor on me but I had pushed myself forward at the
last instant foiling her plan. She tried to lift up
high enough to switch holes but I pulled her down and
prevented it. Sarah succeeded in finishing her man who
limped off the stage to the cheers of the crowd. Now
began the last walk. Both women striving to stay in
position just long enough to be there when the music
stopped, then rushing around behind the chair only to
slow again at the front.
When the music did stop neither was in a good position.
Sarah had just started around behind on my left and
succubus was just coming around to my right. I quickly
grasped the chair and bounced to upward spinning to my
left a quarter turn. When succubus sat down I wasn’t
there anymore so she hit the floor. Sarah slowly raised
a leg over my chair and sat facing me again.
We made long slow love to the cheers of the crowd until
we both came at the same instant. Succubus was
complaining to the president about how Sarah had
cheated. His response was that there had been nothing
in the rules to prohibit the men from moving so Sarah
didn’t cheat. He also commented that if any rules
needed to be changed anal sex would be the first on the
list to be banned.
The following evening Sarah and I were hailed as the
heroes of the games having brought three first place
prizes to our houses. Sarah showed her ring off to all
her friends and then we spent the remainder of the
evening dancing cheek to cheek.
I discovered that my bride to be was not as shy as she
had been when we first met. How could she be after the
last week? She excused herself to use the restroom and
when she returned she reached down and unzipped my fly.
Reaching in to my pants she removed my hardening organ
and pushed it under her short skirt and between her
thighs. I soon felt her damp pubic hair caress the top
side of my dick. I bent my legs and made the connection
between us as I stood back straight.
We now danced in a room full of people while fucking as
quietly as possible. I noticed those close to us
grinning and watching closely. So did Sarah. Then she
said to me in a soft voice, "Did you mean what you said
about that if we love each other enough it doesn’t
matter who we have sex with because no one else really
matters."
"Yes. Although I enjoyed all those other women last
night you were the only one I thought about, that’s why
I was able to last so long before I climaxed."
I said. "I was fascinated by the look on those men’s
faces when I inserted their hard cocks into me, and
then again when they came, it was like they thought of
me as a goddess. When they came in me I thought of it
as a form of worship. They all seemed jealous of you
because you were the only one who could actually love
me."
Then she said, "Did you know that the woman you were
calling the succubus is a Junior, not a pledge."
"No," I said.
"I was asking around because someone said that she was
an active over at the Gamma house, and I had thought
that only pledges could be in the contests. It turns
out that it’s not unusual for actives, even seniors to
enter the events that they like."
Curious I asked, "Why do you bring this up?"
She smiled, "Because someone has to beat her next year.
I thought from watching your face, that you enjoyed
watching me take on all those guys and getting to fuck
all those women."
I nodded.
"Well, do we sign up again next year?" she said.
I nodded.
The quiet didn’t last as Sarah began to cum, she
announced her climax to the whole room. After all
hadn’t they all watched us have multiple sex partners
just the night before, so what was new?
END
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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