The Rough Stuff

by Briella Bigbum

  As I step inside, trying my best not to gag, I notice the boisterous sounds I heard from outside falling silent.

  The ten or so girls in the common room have all stopped, frozen in time, halting in whatever activity they were doing just to judge me with superficial eyes. They’ve all got that same snooty demeanor as the first chick.

  Two of them sitting on a velvet couch in the corner snicker under their breath, exchanging glances as I walk by. Heads turn as I cross the plush red carpet, following the pig-tailed bitch to a set of spiraling stairs.

  Their whispered conversations pick up again as we ascend to the second floor. She leads me down a hallway to a lime green door with a gold frame. “Madeline is waiting for you,” she says, repeating it in the same snarky monotone as before.

  Fuck this place. I don’t know why I am even here.

  Oh yeah—Brent.

  And when I open the door, there he is, like salvation for my battered self-esteem. He’s standing up straight, hands clasped behind his back like he had just been standing there, patiently waiting. There’s another guy, same height and build as Brent, standing the exact same way. It’s almost eerie.

  Only, they aren’t alone. A girl I can only assume to be Madeline is reclining on a bed next to him. She’s got on pink fluffy dress, kind of like a six-year-old would wear for a tea party with stuffed animals, and there’s a plethora of those neatly arranged at the head of the king size bed.

  In fact, it looks just like a kid’s room. The walls are painted hot pink, plastered all over with rainbow stickers, happy cartoon clouds and the like.

  What the hell is this?

  Madeline is twirling a finger around a silk blond strand, smirking at me as the door closes behind.

  “Hi, I’m—“

  “Kat, I know. Brent here has told me all about you.” All about me? The guy hardly knows me.

  She throws her legs over the edge of the bed and sits upright. “Let’s do away with silly formalities and just get started, mmkay?” She cocks her head at that last part in a way that really irks me. The high pitch and condescending tone makes me want to cringe.

  “Hey Brent,” I say, giving him a little wave. But he doesn’t so much as blink. I may as well be invisible.

  “Come now, don’t be so rude,” Madeline says, “tell her hello.”

  “Hello,” he says. Why is Brent acting so strange?

  “So, you’re interested in joining Triple Pi, are you?”

  “Actually, Brent said I should—“

  “Well, listen” she says in the patronizing tone again, “there’s something about our little sorority you need to know.” I raise an impatient eyebrow at her. ”We only admit the most… exceptional ladies here.” Her face takes on that same dismissive expression as the first girl. “And quite frankly, I’m afraid you’re already quite lacking.”

  “Excuse me?” I can’t believe this chick. I don’t have to take this shit.

  “But don't worry. There is still plenty of opportunity to prove yourself.” She is playing with her curls again. Her eyes are fixed on the ends of her perfect locks. “Call it a test, if you will.”

  “Brent? You didn’t tell me this was gonna be a—“

  “Brent can’t speak to you right now,” she says, smirking, “not unless I give him permission. Sorority house rules, you see. The men have to obey.”

  What the hell kind of place did Brent bring me to?

  “Look, I think there’s been a big misunderstanding. I’m not here to—“

  “Do you want to fuck Brent?”

  “Do I—what?” Her smirk turns to a pout.

  “It’s a simple question.” She repeats it again, pausing after each word, “Do you want to fuck Brent?”

  “We only just met.”

  “So you don’t want to know what his cock feels like inside you?” Her lips curl into a devilish smile. “He’s awfully big. Trust me, I know.” Has this bitch fucked Brent already? Why would he ever want to be with someone like her?

  “I…”

  “Agree to take our admittance test and I’ll let you fuck him.” I can’t suppress the image that flashes in my mind at her words. Brent holding my ass, drilling me from behind, my busty tits swaying side to side as I moan in ecstasy, pleading for him to cum inside.

  “Isn’t that right, Brent?”

  “Yes, Madeline.” My legs squirm in place, feeling the sogginess of my slickening pussy. Am I… getting wet?

  “Actually, it’s more of a game, really. All the girls here had to play before they had the privilege of joining Triple Pi.”

  I notice my breaths becoming rapid, my heart fluttering hard against my ribcage. My mind is teeming with indecent thoughts about Brent. The lust between my legs is burning away my inhibitions, like liquid fire rising up from my core, stealing away my instinct to get out. Am I blushing?

  “So, what’s it gonna be, Kat?” Or are you going to stay a virgin your whole life?”

  How the fuck did she know?

  Her lips curl into that judgmental smirk again. “It’s obvious, isn’t it? I bet you’ve never even had a cock inside your mouth.”

  She nods at Brent and, by the time I look over at him, he’s already shirtless. The sweat sheen of his torso catches the light of the small room, carving out each defined muscle. His giant arms flex and ripple as he works at the zipper of his jeans.

  And there it is, in full view. My eyes gleam at the sight of his massive cock springing forth from the crotch of his blue denim. Madeline wasn’t lying about his size. Brent is huge.

  I can’t help staring, watching it grow in his hand while he strokes the shaft. The guy next to him seems totally oblivious to any of this—he’s still standing the same way as when I came in.

  My teeth nibble at the tip of my manicured thumb nail, eyes fixed on Brent’s engorged cock. Just watching it throb and pulse in his palm has me practically salivating. I wonder what he tastes like…

  “Go on, suck his cock,” Madeline says with a condescending nod of encouragement. “That is, if you aren’t a total prude.”

  Who the fuck does she think she is? I might be a virgin, but I’ve watched enough porn to know how to suck cock.

  My body starts to move almost on its own, toward Brent. His eyes lock with mine as I approach. There’s something in them—a smoldering desire, beckoning me to come closer. His penetrating gaze raises the tiny hairs of my neck.

  My legs cross with each slow, advancing step. Somehow they’ve found their own confident stride. Somehow, I know that I want this…

  My tight skirt rides up my ass as I squat down in front of Brent, eyes locked on his erect dick. My tongue sweeps across salivating lips. I want to know… I need to know what Brent tastes like.

  He lets out a low grunt went my thumb and forefinger wrap lightly around the neck of his shaft. Crimson lips part, a silver string of saliva snaps between them. Hot breath spills from my moist cavern, filling the air around his cock. My mouth is watery—drooling with anticipation. Warm spit drizzles from my lower lip and rolls down his twitching head.

  “Go on,” Madeline says, “show me what you can do.” But I’m not doing this to prove anything to her. I’m doing this because I want to show Brent what I can do for him.

  As I lean in, my dark hair falls on either side of his throbbing dick. I look up just in time to watch Brent’s eyes roll back when I press the flat of my tongue against the base.

  I guess he does want this.

  I relish the sound of his deep groaning as my tongue makes its way up the long shaft. My tongue leaves a shimmering wet sheen of saliva as it glides up his dick.

  When I reach the top, I flick at the head and tug down hard on his jeans and briefs and watch him squirm in place.

  Soft, pillowy lips hover over his hard dick, inching closer. They form a tight seal around the shaft and my eyelids flutter at the taste of him. My tongue swirls around in my mouth, dancing around the head, lapping up his sweet precum.

  Brent groa
ns and lurches. I don’t think he was expecting it to feel so good.

  “I want to see you deepthroat him,” Madeline says, still casually playing with her hair on the bed next to us.

  My lips make a wet sucking noise as I try to force him down my throat. I reach to grab his bare ass cheeks from behind for leverage, slurping my way down his thick girth.

  My head bobs and swivels on his cock, drooling along his massive size as my sharp manicured nails dig deep into his ass. I retch when the head pushes past my tongue; the gag reflex is much harder to suppress than I thought. But I’m almost there…

  Then his cock enters the very back of my throat, well into my esophagus as the muscles swell and tighten around his length.

  Brent moans long and loud; I can feel the pulse of his dick quickening in my mouth.

  “Stop! Don’t let him cum!” Madeline sits upright and punches the soft bedspread beneath her like a little girl having a tantrum.

  But I ignore her, gagging and slurping on Brent some more, determined to suck him off.

  “Stop!”

  Brent is on the edge when my lips reach his ball sac. I continue sucking wildly, despite Madeline’s barking.

  I want to taste his hot cum. I want to roll his load around in my mouth and watch his reaction when I swallow it whole, right in front of him.

  “Brent! Pull out!”

  And with that, Brent grips the top of my skull tight enough to make me wince.

  Thick spurts of saliva gargle from my gaping mouth as Brent pulls me off him, squinting hard to keep himself from cumming in the process.

  “My, my… You’re and eager one, aren’t you?” I slump forward, gasping for air, wiping spit and precum from my mouth with the back of my hand. I was so close to making Brent cum. “You really shouldn’t have done that, Kat.”

  Madeline nods to the man standing next to Brent, who until now hadn’t shown a single sign of awareness. He undresses himself quickly, revealing the toned and chiseled features underneath. He’s even more built than Brent. His prominent six-pack bulges as he removes his jeans. What’s going on?

  His enormous cock emerges fully erect, maybe even bigger than Brent’s. I feel like I should be frightened.

  But my subtle sense of fear is nothing compared to the slick heat between my legs.

  “Kat, meet Jason.”

  An involuntary shudder ripples through my spine. My thoughts are flooded with carnal imagery—of Brent and Jason fucking me from both ends.

  Am I really that much of a slut? And why does it feel so… right?

  “Boys, why don’t you show Kat here part two of our little initiation?” Madeline says, tapping the toes of her sparkling white shoes together.

  “Yes, Madeline,” the two say simultaneously.

  Brent curls an index finger under my chin to lift my head. His amber eyes light a fire in me. My skin tingles and melts at his touch, guiding me to my feet. I am lost in eyes, captivated and spellbound with lust.

  I want Brent and Jason to take me and do with me as they please. My pussy quivers with eager desperation.

  I’m ready to show them all just how much of a dirty little whore I can be.

  Jason wraps his arm around, clutching under the hem of my blouse. I raise my arms to assist him as he lifts. Brent threads his fingers through my hair and dives face first between my leopard skin bra.

  “Mmm,” I moan, tilting my head back, feeling Brent’s warm breath on my bare chest, his face squished between my ample tits.

  Jason gets both hands under my skirt and bunches it above my plus size waist. My legs jolt when I feel his tongue lapping at the wet mound of my panties, his warm saliva drizzling between my thighs.

  Brent unclasps the strap with an expert hand, and the leopard print lands at the toes of my black pumps. He cups a breast and flicks wildly at my hard nipple. My back arches and I throw my arms over his shoulders, losing myself in the electric sensation of his tongue swirling around the areola.

  Jason peels back my lace panties to reveal my big round ass covered in goose bumps. One hand slides along the inside of my thighs, all the way up to the heat of my sex.

  I part my legs a bit, granting him access to the wetness between. My whole body shudders when I feel two fingers stimulating my clit. I moan out loud, gushing slick fluids that trickle over his knuckles.

  “Well, well… I think she likes it,” Madeline says, a sly look on her face.

  Brent moves to the other breast, passionately sucking while cradling my lower back. His hands move across the smooth contours of my ass, over the delectable curves of my shapely body.

  My body writhes against his bare hard chest, rocking to the sensation of Brent turning my nipples red with suction.

  “Ungh!” I moan. One leg lifts on its own, embracing itself around the back of Brent’s knee. My fingers buckle tight behind his neck and I hoist myself up, locking both legs together around the bulk of his waist.

  “Fuck me, Brent! I want to feel you inside me!” My head swings back, rolling to the tingles going up my spine.

  “Go ahead, then. Fuck her in the ass.” Madeline witnesses my immediate change of expression—from immense pleasure to utter shock. She starts cackling like a schoolgirl.

  “Yes, Madeline.”

  His hand moves beneath me, guiding his shaft. His thick head traces my puckered asshole, thoroughly lubricated in pussy juices. I flop forward to catch Brent’s gaze and give my head a subtle shake. My eyes plead with him not to enter me that way.

  But he has his orders from Madeline, and he must obey.

  Brent’s girth pushes past the tight entrance of my asshole, spreading the clenched walls of my anus. The pain shoots through like an arrow up to my cortex. My legs squeeze around his ribcage and I fall backward, arms hanging loose over his shoulders.

  Slowly, my weight descends on Brent’s massive size. I bite down hard on my bottom lip to stifle a scream. My pelvis thrusts reflexively against his chiseled abdomen, aiding his smooth penetration into my tiny asshole.

  Jason’s hand wraps around my front, his fingers working furiously at my clit.

  I lose myself in the pain and pleasure, observing my anxieties melt away into ecstasy. Fluids gush from me and my body trembles. Brent is balls deep in my ass now.

  A foreign kind of pleasure invades my faculties, taking away my sense of control. I scream and moan, gyrating my hips to the orgasmic tremors erupting from my core.

  My body is still shaking in a fit of euphoric convulsions when Madeline says, “Get her on the floor. I want to see the way her tits bounce while you’re fucking her from behind.”

  “Yes, Madeline.” My limbs, limp and numb, fold to their will. The two of them waste no time getting on my hands and knees.

  Jason gets himself in front of me and lifts my head beneath the chin, stroking his enormous cock, ready for his turn to feel the inside of my throat.

  As my lips close around his cock, I can feel Brent’s tip gliding up and down between my slick folds. The head pushes against my sopping wet entrance and my aching pussy starts to give way.

  And then Brent is inside me.

  My deep, desperate moans vibrate the length of Jason’s cock down my throat. My back arches and my busty tits sway in the air.

  Madeline cracks a sinister smile, sitting there with her perfect view.

  Thick saliva drools from my lips and lands on the plush pink carpet as I suck and gargle Jason’s cock down my esophagus.

  Brent grabs hold of my round ass and thrusts himself inside until he bottoms out at my cervix.

  My hips buck wildly against him, riding his whole dick like a true slut.

  “Cum for me, now! Cum inside her!”

  Madeline’s words ring in my ears. I stop sucking; my body is frozen.

  Is she being serious? But what if Brent gets me…

  Brent grunts and huffs behind me, holding my ass like a vise on each cheek. His enormous cock drills into me, building speed, impaling me with every determined
hump. My whole body jolts forward in time with his relentless fucking. Dark tears of mascara roll down my flush cheeks. Is he really going to…

  But my mind goes blank—lost in the haze of another climax that pours down my extremities like molten ecstasy.

  I wail as loud as I can with Jason’s cock lodged in my throat. My pussy quivers around Brent’s cock as his warm cum fills my insides. My walls squeeze tight in orgasmic spasms, coaxing the load from his balls in thick spurts.