First Time with the Fraternity

by Laurel Adams

  “You don’t want to orgasm even before we get your clothes off, do you Lexi?” The question came from Gabe, who ran his hand down her side, then slid it over her ass, pulling her close against him as the rock music pounded through the frat house.

  She loved the way he just touched her any way he pleased. “You have the remote, don’t you?”

  Gabe slicked back his red hair with one hand, and his grin evaporated. He stared at her a little more intensely than before. “What if I do?”

  “Then…then I want to kiss you,” Lexi admitted, feeling the swirl of liquor in her head, but not so much that she wasn’t sure of her answer.

  Gabe made no move to kiss her, but ran his thumb over her lower lip. “I’d like to kiss you, too, but you should save that for last. Because you get to choose who gets to give you your first kiss, Lexi. But tonight me and my brothers are all going to fuck you. And you’re not going to know which of us did it first.”

  ~~~

  All of you, or none of you. That’s the deal.

  She’d had no idea what she was saying when she threw down that condition. Oh, she’d wanted a wild sexual encounter with more than one man. But she’s secretly hoped that the man to take her virginity would be Drew. In chemistry class that week, she’d given him a heated glance over the top of her notebook and fantasized about his hands on her.

  But as Gabe led her downstairs to the basement game room where plaques and fraternity paddles lined the walls, she remembered that Drew had drawn the short straw. What did that mean?

  A few guys hooted at her when she came down the stairs. One of them was just a sophomore—a baby faced kid who hadn’t yet grown into his gangly limbs. He looked at her like she was a piece of meat. She wasn’t used to any kind of attention, much less this kind and it made her unsteady.

  Lexi nearly stumbled down the stairs, but Gabe caught her by the arm and steadied her. Oh, god. Lexi gave a little bit of a start to see a cheap air mattress in the middle of the floor. For some reason, she’d always imagined she was going to lose her virginity in a bed. A real bed. Not a shabby air mattress covered by a sheet, surrounded by a dozen half-drunk guys.

  She almost backed up the stairs, having second thoughts, but Gabe was behind her, heat coming off his skin in waves. Meanwhile, Drew was sitting in the corner, a beer casually tilted in one hand. “Sure this is what you want, kinky girl?”

  Drew might not be the first one she had sex with, but she was at least going to kiss him first, she decided. So she gave him what she hoped was a seductive smile, and nodded. “I’m so hot right now.”

  “Yeah you are,” one of the frat brothers called out, with a whistle.

  “Take it off, baby,” said another one.

  With the eyes of a bunch of horny college guys on her, Lexi unbuttoned her sweater and slipped her skirt off. But once she was standing in front of them in nothing but her shoes, her polka dotted bra and panties, she froze. She turned and looked to Drew for help, but he coolly nursed at his beer, taking in the sight of her body.

  She wished she knew what he was thinking.

  Gabe didn’t make her have to guess. “You’re so sexy, Lexi. In fact, I think that’s what we’re going to call you. Sexy Lexi.”

  Some of the other guys took up the chant.

  Sexy Lexi. Sexy Lexi. Sexy Lexi!

  “Need some help?” Gabe asked, and when she nodded, he unsnapped her bra and her breasts tumbled free.

  The guys loved that.

  “Oh, yeah!” one of them cried. “That’s what I’m talking about.”

  “Fucking A.”

  “Aw, come on. She’s at least a B cup…”

  Lexi squeezed her eyes shut, embarrassed, but too turned on to stop Gabe when his fingers went to her nipples and squeezed them. Good girls didn’t let guys do this to them; certainly not with an audience. Good girls didn’t like it. But Lexi didn’t want to be a good girl anymore.

  Gabe clearly liked touching her. Pressed against her leg, she could feel his hard on. He was breathing fast, groping her as if he was doing it only for his own pleasure, and not for the amusement of his friends. Finally, Gabe hooked his thumb into the waistband of her panties and helped her step out of them. That made her have to catch the toy in her hands, still sticky with her own wetness. “You won’t need that anymore, Virgin Girl,” Gabe said as she squirmed at her own nakedness. “You’re about to get the real thing.”

  It happened quickly after that.

  One of the other guys grabbed her arms while Gabe tied a blindfold on her. Then she felt herself being pushed down to her knees on the air mattress while the guys all cheered. “Get in there, get in there!” she heard one of them shout.

  Before she could make sense of what was happening, someone flipped her onto her back, and pinned her. It wasn’t Drew. She knew this only because she heard his voice from somewhere farther away. “Hey, Lexi, spread your legs for him if this is really how you want to get your cherry popped.”

  Some part of her thought things had gotten out of control. She’d put herself in a bad position. She was going to do something that she might regret all her life. The guy on top of her was unfastening his belt with one hand while holding her down with the other.

  “Wrap it up!” someone else said, and Lexi almost choked to realize that she hadn’t even asked about protection. She hadn’t even thought about it. She heard the sound of a condom wrapper tearing, and she wished she wasn’t blindfolded. She shouldn’t get a cock shoved into her before she’d even seen one or touched one with her hands, should she?

  But every doubt, every fear, and every hesitation was crowded out by her own arousal when the stranger moved between her legs. He was going to take her virginity while everyone watched and she had no idea who he was. She’d hoped it would be Drew, but suddenly, she was more turned on by the idea that it might be a brother she’d never even met before.

  She spread her legs wide for him, and then she was rewarded by the sharp, searing pain of a penis thrust up inside her. Her hymen broke on that one thrust and she let out a scream of pain, writhing underneath the heavy body atop her. But her scream was drowned out by the cheers of the fraternity brothers who erupted like the home team at a sporting match at their favorite player making a winning score.

  The wrongness of it hit Lexi at once. She was naked in a room full of guys, one of whom was fucking her now, and in spite of the pain, it made her want to come. But the guy inside her came first. Two, three, four more strokes and he began to grunt, spurting his seed into the condom.

  “Next!” someone shouted.

  Lexi started to sit up, but strong hands shoved her back down, grabbing at her ankles to put her into position for the next guy. She felt another cock push its way inside her, this one thicker than the one before, and she realized she was going to come this time. She’d been close, before, because of the toy. But now as the mysterious man worked above her, driving her down into the air mattress, she wrapped her legs around his waist, and started to moan with an orgasm that rolled over her in shuddering waves.

  The guys cheered even louder for that. “Yeah, she fucking loves it!”

  She was not only naked and getting fucked with an audience nearby, she had orgasm for them too. She was the star of their own sex show. And she was loving it.

  “Harder! Give it to her good.” If the guys hadn’t been into it before, they were now. She could hear some of them undressing, encouraging each other. “She wants it, man. Look at the way her legs are wrapped around his waist. She wants it.”

  The third guy to fuck her squeezed her breasts the whole time with his fingers, milking at her nipples, and sucking at them too. That made Lexi come again. The fourth guy flipped her over and pushed her head down to the mattress, making her take it deep, doggie style. By the time the fifth guy stroked into her, slapping her cunt with his sweaty balls on every stroke, she was starting to get sore.

  She was too excited to admit it, but to keep her easy to enter, the guys would drizzle
lube into her just before passing her on. The sixth or seventh guy told her to open her mouth, and next thing she knew, he was shoving his cock into her mouth. She’d never sucked cock before, and had to be told to cover her teeth with her lips, and to suck deep. It almost choked her, but she couldn’t stop because she was getting it from both ends, jostled between two guys, feeling total used.

  And loving it.

  She’d lost count of the number of guys who had fucked her by the time her blindfold slipped. Probably ten. And when it did Lexi was nearly blinded by the flashes of camera phones.

  Oh god, they were filming her. She never said they could film it! But before she could protest, she found herself looking at freckled skin, and realized that she was straddling Gabe. “Sink down on me,” he instructed, and she lowered herself onto his long, curved member. It filled her deeply, like it was made to give her pleasure. She was ready to come for him right away, but he didn’t seem to be in a rush. She realized that he might have already fucked her before and, because of the blindfold she’d been wearing, she didn’t know.

  Either way, he gripped her hips hard and said, “Show us how you can fuck, Sexy Lexi. Ride my dick.”

  It was as easy as instinct. Putting her palms flat on his fair, but muscular chest, Lexi began sliding her body on him, fucking him…fucking herself…which earned her even more cheers. When she started moaning again, shivering on the edge of orgasm, someone yelled, “That’s a girl. Show him what a slut you are.”

  Slut.

  No one had ever called Lexi that before and it stung. But she was acting like a slut. Moreover, some part of her wanted to be a slut. She wanted to get off on Gabe’s cock but she really wanted to please him; seeing the pure lust in his eyes made her want it even more. “Not yet, Sexy Lexi. You said you wanted to have sex every way it was possible to have sex.” Gabe’s hands went to her ass cheeks, and she felt him spread them. Cold air hit her little puckered hole and she squealed with surprise when he asked, “Who is brave enough to go in her back door?”

  “I got the short straw,” someone said, with a distant voice. “So I’ll do it if everyone else has had a turn.”

  It was Drew. He was supposed to go last, she realized, and he’d been watching the whole time; never moved from his chair. She’d never heard him cheer or shout anything the whole time. Now he slammed his beer down on the table, yanked his jeans off, and knelt behind her.

  Oh God, she thought. She’d wanted to kiss him; she’d wanted him to be the first guy she ever kissed, the first guy she ever fucked. Instead, he was going to be the first guy to ever fuck her ass. He didn’t touch her or stroke her—not like Gabe, whose hands caressed her damp arms and belly while his dick was buried inside her pussy.

  No, Drew treated her much less gently, just drizzling lube between her cheeks before pressing the throbbing head of his cock against her anus. “It won’t fit,” Lexi cried, starting to panic. She didn’t think it was possible to take both guys at once and she was sure it was going to split her apart.

  Lexi was a small girl; she was already stretched tight.

  But Drew bit her earlobe, then whispered, “I’m going to make it fit, you little fuck slut.” He did it like he wanted to hurt her. All at once, he shoved home, and his cocked popped past the ring into her nether passage, making her scream. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes just as Gabe’s thumb feathered over her clit, swiftly turning the pain into such pleasure.

  Take it like a homo. Those were the words echoing in her mind as she careened towards the edge.

  “Are you enjoying your gang bang, Lexi?” Drew asked, the hard edge of his voice driving her even closer to orgasm.

  “Yes, yes, yes,” she cried.

  He taunted her as he filled her ass. “Are you loving two dicks pounding into you at the same time? Because you know who likes that? Whores. Are you a little whore, Lexi?”

  “Yes!” she screamed, as her pussy clenched with such force she felt her own cream squeeze out around the erections taking turns in and out of her. She was coming—harder than she’d ever come in her life. Even harder than the first time she’d ever fingered her cunt and tearfully confessed it to Jesus the next day. It was pure ecstasy, and when she went off, so did Drew, jerking his load in short thrusts. Gabe came soon after, both guys grunting and grabbing and crushing her between them.

  When Drew was done, he pulled out of her and rolled onto the mattress on his back, catching his breath. Lexi loved the sight of both guys next to each other. She was going to pass out with pleasure any moment, she was sure, so with Gabe’s cock softening inside her, she leaned over to kiss Drew.

  But Drew caught her face in his hands and said, “I don’t kiss sluts.”

  Gabe glared at his frat brother, and for a moment, she thought he might even defend her honor. Instead, he looked at her and said, “But I do; I kiss sluts.”

  Lexi realized that was the choice she was left with. She could try to be a good girl from now on—try to live up to the standards of her father, of guys like Drew who might want her for themselves. Or she could embrace the new gang bang girl that Gabe had helped her become in this basement.

  And so she pulled away from Drew, and pressed her lips onto Gabe’s. She gave him her first kiss, because he kissed sluts, and that’s what she wanted to be from now on…

  DEAR READERS

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  DISCLAIMER: The characters in this story engage in some risky behavior and make some questionable decisions; it should go without saying that this behavior is not to be encouraged in real life. But that’s the beauty of fiction; they can do this, and we can enjoy thinking about them doing it, without anyone getting hurt.

  In the meantime, enjoy this excerpt from Their Straight-A Student.

  EXCERPT OF THEIR STRAIGHT-A STUDENT

  THEIR STRAIGHT-A STUDENT

  Laurel Adams

  ~~~

  Melanie Forsythe was a Straight-A student, on schedule to graduate with honors. One more year until graduation, and all she had to do was keep her grades up. Which meant staying away from guys and other distractions.

  Or at least, that’s what she told herself when she dumped her last boyfriend. She couldn’t get serious. Not when her future looked so bright. But the truth was, she’d never dated a guy who could give her what she really wanted; they were all too timid. And Melanie had no time for underachievers in the bedroom or anywhere else…

  With a big history exam in the morning, she decided to camp out at the college library that night. It was quiet with a great view of the lake, and she could concentrate on her studies without anyone bothering her. Though the building was locked from the outside at night, the janitors always let her stay if they wanted to and Melanie planned to stay until morning.

  She even brought a pillow.

  It wasn’t until well past the witching hour that she finally decided to take a break. She got up, stretched, then put her head down on her book, promising herself that she'd just close her eyes for a minute.

  The truth is, she never heard them coming.

  Melanie woke up to her arm being twisted painfully behind her back and a gloved hand over her mouth. “Get up slowly, come with us and everything will be fine,” a man whispered in her ear as another grabbed at her legs. Though Melanie ought to have been groggy from her nap, sheer terror made her wide awake. Her heart raced wildly and her first instinct was to fight. Her body flailed against her attackers and she screamed but the sound was muffled under the gloved hand over her mouth.

  As the men dragged her toward the stairwell door, she kicked her desk chair over. She even managed to knock books onto the floor. But there were
two of them and they were strong. Melanie’s struggles were all for naught.

  Once in the stairwell, she felt the cool click of metal around her wrist. She realized that one of the men had handcuffed her to the stairs by the railing. Then the man covering her mouth took his hand off and she screamed bloody murder. “Help me! Help! Someone help me! They’re going to kill me!”

  “We’re not going to kill you, Melanie,” said a familiar voice. “But you can go ahead and scream. This stairwell is all concrete blocks and no windows. No one can hear you. No one else is even in the library.”

  That’s when one of her attackers stepped out from the shadows and she saw his face. She blinked several times. It was him. Clayton Thomas. Her ex-boyfriend. The one she broke up with over the summer. She’d agreed to go out with him in the first place because the tall and handsome African American was the only guy in her Political Science class who knew the answer to every damned question. He’d totally blown the bell curve.

  He was also the only guy in the whole school she really lusted for, not that he’d been up to the challenge when she’d given him the opportunity. How was it that he was the smartest guy in the class, but never seemed to figure out that Melanie liked it rough?

  Well, he seemed to have figured it out now…

  “We’re not going to hurt you, Mel,” Clayton said. “At least, we’re not going to hurt you the way you think.” To prove it, he nodded to the his friend—the guy who had twisted her arm behind her back. That guy released her arm and started to rub the pain away. Clayton took her abused wrist from his friend, and clicked another cuff around it, handcuffing that to the railing too.

  “We just want to fuck you,” the other guy said.

  Melanie knew his voice too. Recognized it instantly. It was Brad Avery, the captain of the basketball team. Tall, thin, and really shy. She’d dated him freshman year. By the time he mustered up the gumption to do more than feel her up, Melanie had already decided not to waste her time. Was it even possible that such a normally sweet guy had just whispered in her ear that he wanted to fuck her?