by Lolita Lopez
I couldn’t lie about that, not when the evidence was so very clear. I shuddered at the sight of Chris sucking my cream from his fingers. “Let us pleasure you, Ashley.”
My voice refused to work so I nodded instead. Chris stood, cradling me to his chest, and carried me over to the strange, fetishy chair. He placed me on the cool leather. I winced as my bruised bottom met the firm seat. My legs dangled helplessly as Mike and Colt adjusted the stirrup-like legs, then they each took an ankle and put my heels against the cold metal supports.
I grasped the arms and gasped with fright as the back of the chair started to move. I relaxed when I realized Chris was twisting a mechanism on the side that made the chair recline. In no time at all, I was in a comfortable, semi-sitting positing with my thighs spread wide and my cunt on full display.
My face flamed as a dozen pairs of eyes gazed at my pussy. I was sure the lips were glistening with my juices. I could hardly breathe as Chris knelt in front of the chair. He held my gaze as he massaged my inner thighs. He nipped at my calves and the side of my knee before licking a trail up one thigh and then the other. All around us, the other brothers of the fraternity stroked their cocks and watched. The knowledge that I was doing something so dirty, so very, very tawdry, sent my lust into overdrive.
“Chris!” My back came up off the seat as his tongue dipped into me. His meaty fingers grasped my inner thighs, holding me right where he wanted me, as he traced one side of my sex and then the other before flicking his tongue over my clit. I moaned at the sensation of his skillful tongue swirling and fluttering over my sensitive folds.
When his lips wrapped around my pulsing clit and sucked hard, I almost passed out. He ripped a guttural cry from my throat as he worked my clit with that beautiful mouth. Every now and then, he’d look up and catch my gaze. It felt so incredibly naughty to watch this big, delicious man eating and sucking my pussy.
A thick finger probed my wet depths. I’d had a thin vibrator inside me a few times so I was somewhat accustomed to the intrusion. In the back of my mind, I was glad Chris had decided to add his digits to the mix. In no time at all, I’d be flat on my back with him pounding into me. Loosening me up with his fingers would hopefully stretch my virgin passage.
I felt that first vibration of fluttery panic low in my belly. I rocked my hips as Chris swirled his tongue over my clit again and again. He slurped the pink pearl, the noisy sound making me so incredibly hot. His tongue and thrusting finger found just the right rhythm and I burst with ecstasy. My cries echoed in the cavernous room as Chris went to town on my cunt. I’d never felt anything like it. No vibrator-induced orgasm could possibly compare to this.
Chris licked slowly, allowing me to come down from the heights of my climax at my own pace. Eventually his tongue moved away from my clit and concentrated on the edges of my pussy. He carefully removed his finger, and for a moment, I thought he would suck it clean again. Instead, he pressed it against my own mouth. It was so wickedly sexy, I couldn’t say no. My tongue flitted out to taste my own slick fluid. Very gently, Chris poked his finger farther into my mouth until I was licking at it like a lollipop.
When his finger was clean, Chris rose to claim my lips. He smelled of my pussy, that musky scent sending my senses reeling. He broke away far too quickly and stepped aside. In the next moment, Jarrod was kneeling between my legs and asking permission to lick my pussy.
“Yes, please,” I said, fully embracing my role as the virgin sacrifice. If one round of oral sex felt that fucking good, I couldn’t wait for the next eleven!
One by one, the brothers took their turns servicing me. The different techniques were quite an eye opener for little ol’ virgin me. I’d assumed there was only one way to eat pussy. I mean, it always looked the same in the pornos. Actually experiencing it taught me differently.
They each attacked my pussy in different ways. Some of them took a slow approach, as if licking an ice cream cone, while others were a bit more intense. Most of them concentrated on my engorged clit but some seemed to enjoy tongue-fucking my dripping-wet pussy even more. The sensation of a tongue dipping deep inside me, swirling around, made me pant and clutch the arms of the chair.
There were all combinations of fingers too. Two fingers seemed the preferred number among the brothers but a couple of them added a third. I was so wet and slippery, their big fingers slid right in without a hitch. The fullness was new and exciting, the slight stretching a good kind of ache.
My sopping pussy throbbed. Fighting for breath, I closed my eyes and reveled in the debauchery. I moaned and groaned and bucked my hips in time with their fluttering tongues. A few of them made me come, each climax harder and more breathtaking than the last. The frat boys in the circle around me egged on their brothers with the filthiest suggestions.
“Oh yeah, man tongue-fuck that cunt.”
“Suck her clit hard, the way she likes it.”
“Two fingers, bro. Yeah. Faster. Make her scream. Make her come.”
Never before had dirty talk aroused me so much. The words spilling from their lips should have offended me, disgusted me, but they only served to ratchet my enthusiasm for the ritual even higher.
I gave myself over to the overwhelming sensations rocking my body. After that fourth orgasm, something strange happened. It was like a warm, soft blanket had enveloped my body. I was cocooned in bliss. The term subspace filtered through my hazy brain but I wasn’t quite sure if that was what I was experiencing. I’d always assumed the nearly mythical state of orgasmic buzz followed only heavy bondage or domination scenes. Maybe it extended to this kind of thing. Maybe I was just the kind of dirty birdie who got off on being screwed by multiple men. Maybe that was my love drug.
Whatever the reason, whatever the term, I was feeling blissed out and mellow as the last two brothers took their turns worshipping my hot pussy. Chris moved closer and stroked my belly and breasts as Tyrone, the last of the frat boys, went wild on my clit. Chris pinched and twisted my pebbled nipples as I rode Tyrone’s face, chasing what was sure to be a mind-blowing orgasm.
Tyrone’s long fingers curled inside my pussy, stroking that elusive spot until I screamed and tried to twist away. The overpowering sensation he provoked was just too much. I felt like I was going to pee or pass out or something.
But even as I tried to lift off his hand, Chris held me down. “Let go, Ashley. Let him work his magic.” Chris nipped at my earlobe. His hot breath tickled my ear. “Come all over his face, Ashley.”
The combination of Chris’ filthy instruction and Tyrone’s clit sucking and finger thrusting propelled me over the edge. I didn’t try to fight the scary sensation but just let go. I threw back my head and shrieked as I gushed around Tyrone’s pumping fingers. He groaned excitedly as my juice splashed his digits. The frat brothers leaned forward in fascination as Tyrone ripped wild, crazy orgasm after orgasm out of my uninhibited body. Whatever this man wanted, I would give him. He knew exactly how to push all my buttons and seemed to delight in doing so.
How long that wet, wicked series of orgasms lasted, I couldn’t tell. At some point, my mind went to mush. All I could do was breathe and feel. Thinking was beyond me. I was vaguely aware of Tyrone bringing me back down to earth. He sucked and licked and petted my sorely used pussy. Chris continued to caress my body and whisper sweet things in my ear. His tender kisses brought me back around like the smelling salts of old.
“You okay?” Amusement glinted in his bright blue eyes. “That was quite a spectacular finish.”
I couldn’t even find it in me to blush. I mean, really, at this point it seemed silly. Instead, I smiled weakly. “That was…intense.”
“I made sure Tyrone went last because he’s the best pussy eater in the house.”
I glanced over at the grinning running back. “He’s definitely earned the title.”
Tyrone laughed as he bent down and pressed a kiss to my cheek. “My pleasure, sugar.”
His rumbling laugh made me smile. “Thank you.”
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sp; “Anytime,” Tyrone said, his eyes gleaming with lust. “And I mean that, honey. You give Tyrone a call anytime.”
Chris snorted and scooped me up out of the chair. “Fat chance, Ty.”
Tyrone’s eyes crinkled as he knocked Chris in the ribs with his elbow. “Can’t blame me for trying.”
“You really can’t,” I teased as Chris carried me away from the chair. “I mean, that’s quite a skill.”
Chris narrowed his eyes at me in mock annoyance. “I don’t share, Ashley.”
“No?” I asked, glancing around at the roomful of frat boys.
“Usually,” he amended. “This is a one-off.”
“Pity,” I said with a pout.
“Behave.” He chuckled and stopped when we came upon a large bed on the floor. The crisp white linens had been pressed and were monogrammed with the fraternity logo.
“Where the hell did that come from?”
Laughter rippled through the room. Wes stepped forward and bowed playfully before turning down the sheets. “We aim to please.”
“What did you think?” Chris asked as he placed me in the center of the mattress. “That I was gonna throw you down on the hard marble floor and take your virginity like a wild animal?”
“Well, I sure as hell didn’t expect to be put in a freaky fetish chair and that happened so…yeah.”
“Fair enough,” he whispered, his lips brushing against mine. He climbed over me, his knees on either side of my body as he pinned me to the plush bed. “I’m going to make love to you now.”
“Finally,” I joked and nibbled his lower lip.
Chris laughed and nuzzled my neck. He found a super-sensitive spot and sucked hard. I gasped and arched my back as he swirled his tongue along my neck. I was vaguely aware of the brothers circling the bed and starting up a chant again. Their foreign words melded perfectly with the slow, thumping bass of the music.
I sighed and stretched my arms overhead as Chris kissed his way down my body. He palmed my small breasts and sucked my nipples between his lips. His tongue flicked over the peaks and traced the rosy areolas. I’d never imagined the simple act of sucking on my nipple could make my clit ache so much. I was still wildly aroused, even after the crazy tongue-lashing I’d received from the brothers. Apparently I was turning into quite the nympho.
Chris’ tongue dipped into my bellybutton before he worked his way back up my front. His mouth found mine again. Our tongues mated, stabbing and sliding against one another, as Chris nudged my thighs apart with one of his knees. My heart skipped a few beats at the realization the big moment was coming.
Even though we were surrounded by a group of chanting men, it felt as if Chris and I were totally alone. I gazed into those true blues and experienced the most warming sense of calmness. Here, in his arms, I was totally safe and secure. I couldn’t imagine a better man to give my virginity to than Chris. Making the change from friends to lovers seemed like such a natural progression of our relationship and I welcomed it with open arms—and thighs.
Although I was lost in the specialness of the moment, I didn’t forget about the most important thing of all. “Condom?”
Chris swept his mouth along my jaw before reaching over to the corner of the bed. My gaze followed his movement. I hadn’t spotted the small selection of condoms earlier. Wes’ turn-down service was something else. I half-expected to find a couple of mints too.
Sitting back on his heels, Chris opened the package and sheathed that glorious cock of his. I swear it was even bigger now than when I’d been squirming on his lap. Apparently someone was really excited by all this.
My gaze flicked from Chris’ cock to the brothers surrounding us. They were stroking their dicks, their meaty fists sliding up and down the impressive lengths of their erections as they watched us make love. For my first (and probably only) circle jerk, it was rather arousing. My thoughts traveled back to Chris’ explanation in the bathroom. How this ended was all on me—pun intended.
“I want them to come on me,” I said, surprising myself as the words came out of my mouth. “On my belly and tits,” I clarified.
Eager groans rounded the circle. Chris quirked a smile. “Your wish is our command.”
Cock in hand, Chris teased the tip through my folds. I didn’t have much of a hymen to begin with, and after the multiple finger-fucking sessions, I was primed for his entrance. The slick cream coating my skin eased his careful insertion. He paused, as if waiting for me to tell him it was okay to sink to the hilt.
“Come here, you big, sexy beast.” I grinned and wrapped my arms around his broad, bronzed shoulders. He lowered his mouth to mine, capturing a kiss as he thrust forward, burying that big, fat cock right in me. The shock of burning pain took my breath away and made me cry out against his mouth.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered, his voice pained. “I was hoping it wouldn’t hurt.”
“It’s okay,” I assured him, my words more for my own benefit than his. “Just go slowly.”
Chris kissed me as he pulled back and thrust forward again. With each successive thrust, the discomfort lessened. The stinging stretch eased and my body accepted his girth and length more easily. Soon we were rocking together, my moans urging him on with more vigor. I curled my legs around his waist. My heels pressed into the cheeks of his ass. I felt like a rider spurring a stallion.
“Chris,” I moaned, loving every second of it. “Oh god, Chris!”
“Fuck, Ashley, fuck!” He buried his face in the curve of my neck. “God, you feel so good. So tight. So hot.”
His pelvis smashed against my clit, waking the little nub and bringing it back to life again. In no time at all, I was begging for it. Harder. Faster. More. More. More! I wanted it all. Chris sat back on his heels and grasped my hips. He hauled me up a little higher up his thighs, the angle lifting my back off the mattress. I became aware of the brothers again. Their faces were drawn tight, their curled fingers furiously working their cocks, their other hands fondling their balls.
The air sizzled with sexual tension. All thirteen of us hovered on the verge of coming. The room pulsed with energy, with lust. And I was the cause of it all.
Empowered by the realization I could inspire such insane lust, I reached down and played with my clit. Chris growled and clenched his jaw. I held his gaze as I rubbed fast circles. “Come in me, Chris.”
I begged for his cum over and over again. He jackhammered my pussy, the wild pace setting me on fire. I consciously clenched his cock, working my PC muscles to milk ever last ounce of sensation from his erection. There was a split-second of warning before my orgasm crashed down on me. Throwing my head back, I screamed. “I’m coming. Oh god, I’m coming! Ah. Ah. Unnnnhhhh. Come in me, Chris! Oh god.” I looked around the circle, my vision blurred by lust. “Come on me.”
As I rode the violent waves of orgasm, I felt Chris stiffen and pump shallowly before coming hard with me. Not a second later, the first hot splash of cum hit my belly. I closed my eyes and rubbed my clit, drawing out my crazy-good orgasm as the brothers shot ropy bursts of cum all over my chest and belly. The thrill of such a taboo act amplified my excitement and satisfaction. There would never be another night like this.
This goody-two-shoes was going to remember this night forever.
When it was all over, loud pants and groans covered up the throbbing pulse of music. I looked around the circle of sweat-slicked brothers. Hands on hips, they breathed hard, their wilting cocks smudged with the shiny evidence of their orgasms. All of them grinned right back at me. A couple even threw me a thumbs-up.
My gaze eventually settled on Chris. After that rather slutty display, I wasn’t sure what he would think. Imagine my surprise to find the look of awe on his face. He smiled that boyish grin of his and bent down to kiss me, the essence of his brothers smashing between our bodies.
“You. Are. Amazing.”
I shivered at his breathless compliment. His frat brothers clearly agreed as they clapped and hollered and whistled.
They showered me with praises and an extended standing ovation as Chris picked me up, held me tight to his chest and carried me out of the circle. “Let’s get you home.”
Chapter Three
Hours later, Chris and I lounged in my kitchen. After the orgy, he’d carried me up to his room via a private staircase and drawn a hot bath. It was a tight fit, but we’d climbed in together and each taken turns soaping up the other. He’d even rubbed some kind of cream on my red behind to ease the tenderness and bruising. I’d borrowed a way-too-big pair of pajama pants and t-shirt for the ride home to my place.
Apparently one of the underclassmen had been tasked with getting my wallet, keys and cell from Ginger. She’d left me a text telling me she’d finally scored with Marisol, the sultry Spanish TA she’d been eyeing since summer classes, so the house was ours for the night.
The borrowed bottoms had come off as soon as we stepped in the door. I felt ridiculous in them and Chris’ shirt was long enough it looked like a dress on me anyway. Chris surprised me by whipping up some super-scrumptious French toast and bacon. For a middle-of-the-night breakfast, it was damn good and really hit the spot.
“You know I’m probably going to die of embarrassment the first time I run into Tyrone again.” My bare feet rested in Chris’ lap as we sat at the dining table amid empty plates and glasses.
Chris snorted and sipped the last of his orange juice. “It won’t be easy for me either. A bunch of my friends just watched me make love to you. I can guarantee you they’re going to be critiquing my performance and making jokes at my expense for weeks to come.”
A quiver of panic rocked my belly. “They won’t tell anyone about me, will they?”
“Absolutely not,” Chris declared. “We take an oath to protect the identity of the girl. Besides, the ritual comes with its own built-in silencer.”
“And that is?”
“Blackmail,” he said matter-of-factly. “We all know one another’s identities. We’re all pretty likely to be important members of our communities in years to come. Not a single one of us wants this to blow up in our faces.”