All the younger girls looked up to Felicity and when Linda left she beamed.
Chapter Three
“Women need a reason to have sex. Men just need a place.” Billy Crystal
An hour later, Felicity drove on the road to State U. The seventy-six mile trip usually took an hour and a half and her watch read five-thirty, so the timing couldn’t have been better.
When she arrived, a valet gave her a ticket. “My, oh my. Tell me you’re all alone and on the make.”
“I’m on the make all right, but I’m meeting someone.”
“Lucky dog.”
When she sashayed into the building she gave him the extra swing in the cheeks of her tutu. Sometimes it’s fun being a woman. Walking into the antechamber, staring past partygoers who stood and talked or crisscrossed the small lobby, she met herself. Or rather the bikini clad image of herself she had sent Devon, blown up to life size. Above her replica’s head in big block lettering read the word MASCOT. The caption at the bottom read, ΣΑΩ Dreamgirl of 2010/2011.
First she giggled. Those son of a guns. Then she felt honored and finally she felt glad she wore a mask and had her hair up, so no one would tie her together with her picture. Behind her giant poster rose a staircase. At the top of the staircase a couple dressed like an old west gambler and saloon girl kissed passionately. Above the hall at the top of the stairs, which obviously led to the bedrooms, a sign had been affixed, which read, ‘Fornication will be prosecuted to the full extent of our dicks.’ Ain’t that the truth. Felicity laughed to herself. On the staircase’s mid-landing, two young men in drag, appeared to talking animatedly.
She heard a lot of coughing and rotated her gaze to the left of the staircase. Passing the entrance to a wide hallway her gaze settled on a smoky room, a parlor of sorts. A banner above disclosed it was the ‘Smoking Room.’ Humph! No surprise there. When her gaze shifted to the other side of her blow up image, it came to, ‘The Ballroom.’ Above the doorway a banner declared: ‘Ladies Beware: Premises Inhabited by Horny Frat Boys.’ Below the banner, standing in the doorway to the ballroom, she spied the friendly, smiling black and white faces of Devon and Adam.
While they sauntered over in their basketball player and referee costumes, she closed her eyes and pictured them naked and hard. Her heart raced and her erogenic zones warmed at the thought of what she’d done last night and came to do again tonight.
When they each took a hand, her eyes opened. Adam spoke first, “God, you look good. Like a ballerina princess.”
And Devon concurred, “I agree, you look spectacular.”
Their close proximity made her drunk with lust. She inhaled deeply and could smell them. Their tangy masculine cologne, there perspiration and even their testosterone laced pheromones.
One at a time, they hugged and kissed her. Her breath escaped her as their hardness pressed into her abdomen and a surge of crème emerged from the hungry opening between her legs and dampened her leo. She hoped it wouldn’t show.
Devon wrapped an arm around her. “I’m really pleased you came. You look like you may have done a few arabesques and fouettés in your life.”
She sniggered. “Oh, just a few. I took ballet for ten years.”
“I thought so. Would you like something to drink?”
“I would…merlot.”
“Come into the ballroom. You and Adam can find a seat while I get your drink. Adam, now that our girl has arrived, can I get you something stronger than coke?”
“Yes. Merlot sounds good.”
While Devon headed to the bar, Adam grabbed her hand and led her toward an empty loveseat. Halfway there, he paused. “Andrew.”
Following his gaze with her own, she saw a nice looking man wearing a superman costume and no mask walking toward them. Adam continued. “Felicity, I’d like you to meet Andrew Colton, the President of the Fraternity. Andrew, this is Felicity Jones, the girl I told you about.”
Recognition registered when he took her hand. “Ah, our mascot. You are even more beautiful in person. Thank you for coming. I hope to speak with you more later on, but if you will excuse me, I was in the middle of something. I do hope you have fun tonight.” He smiled, winked. “Au revoir, lovely lady.”
When he walked away, she asked, “What was that all about?”
Adam pointed. “Let’s grab that loveseat before we lose it.” He took her hand and pulled until she followed him the twenty feet to the loveseat. When they claimed the small couch, Adam wrapped an arm around her shoulders. “I’m so glad you’re here. I know it’s only been a day since we…ah…enjoyed each other, but it seems so surreal, it makes me wonder if it really happened.”
She reached in her purse and pulled out the USB thumb drive containing her naked pics she’d brought. “Here, before I forget. The pictures I promised are on here and believe me if we hadn’t done anything yesterday, I sure wouldn’t be handing out nude photos of myself.”
He grasped the thumb drive and studied it reverently. “Yeah, I guess you wouldn’t.”
Devon returned, handed their drinks to them and sat to the right of her. “What’s that?” he asked, referring to the thumb drive, Adam held up.
He waggled his eyebrows, “It’s pictures of our baby in her birthday suit.”
“Great, don’t lose it.”
Devon tensed when she laid her hand on his thigh. “I have a question.”
“Yes?”
“Since you guys live off campus are we going leave the party and go to your apartment for you know what?”
Before either of them could answer, a corpulent young man dressed and looking like Elmer Fudd walked up with his fake shotgun in one hand and a beer in the other. “Hey Adam you seen the sex show yet? Christy Wilkins is banging Jason Rodriguez or is it the other way around.” He chuckled.
Felicity brightened and sat up. “Christy Wilkins, the head cheerleader?”
“The one and only. She’s hot. Almost as hot as…” His brows furrowed while his gaze bored into her. “Hey aren’t you…nah, her hair is long.”
“Where is this sex show?”
“It’s up the stairs and the last door on the right. Gotta warn you though, it’s hot in there and there’s some masturbating going on.” He laughed. “Hell, I was one of them until two minutes ago.”
Devon swallowed a sip of his beer. “Thanks Henry. If our guest wants to see it, we’ll check it out.”
“You do that. That Christy is one hot piece of ass. I’ll be thinking of her tonight while I do the five knuckle shuffle. When I saw the blowup of Felicity Jones in the lobby, it was going to be her tonight, but now that I’ve seen Christy in action, she gets the honor.”
Adam and Devon rose. Adam said, “Alright Henry, Thanks for the information, now move along so we can talk.”
Henry, aka Elmer Fudd appeared to be something between flustered and frightened.
“Well, I’ll be moving on.” Once again he bent down and stared at Felicity with squinted eyes. “You’re not Fel…nah, sorry to bother you.”
In a deep baritone voice, Devon half shouted, “Henry!”
“All right, I need another beer anyway.”
While Henry waddled away, she rose and put her hands around their arms. Adam turned to her and said, “I’m sorry.”
“I’m not.” She tugged on their arms. “Lets go?”
“Where to?” Devon wondered aloud.
“Up the staircase and to last door on the right.”
“You want to see the sex show?”
“Seedy stuff draws me like a moth to a flame. After we fucked on a desk in an empty classroom the yesterday, I would have thought you’d be aware of my prurient nature.”
Somewhat reluctant, they accompanied her up the stairs and down the hall to the last room on the right. Stepping into the room, she couldn’t see anything because they stood behind several people, but she could hear things. Merriment seemed in to be in the air while spectators clapped, joked and generally cheered the participants on, wi
th the occasional rude comment breaking the joviality. “Bang that sweet little cunt hard, Show the bitch who’s boss, Jason.” yelled some unknown onlooker, while another shouted, “Fuck the little minx for all of us.”
Everything became a turn on for Felicity, but the thing which really drove her crazy was the grunting, groaning and moaning of hard fucking and the strong odor of sex that permeated the air. Not just the performers, everyone. Hard cocks, wet pussies and sweaty scrotums plus the fluids—crème, precum, semen. It was all around and overpowering.
While Devon and Adam squeezed through a tight pathway, dragging Felicity behind, she saw several guys and two girls, out of maybe twenty guys and eight girls, masturbating. While they edged closer, the noises of sex grew louder and suddenly the performers appeared directly in front of them. She heard grumbling from those who now stood behind them, but it stopped when her lovers turned. “You have a problem?” they asked simultaneously.
“No. no problem, I can still see.”
“Me too.”
She noticed out of the side of her eye a masked girl on her knees sucking a guy off.
The performing couple, she blond and light skinned and he a handsome Latino, fucked on a king sized bed. She knew her, Christy Wilkes. She was a darling girl and one she’d thought fairly innocent. She snickered. This is about as far from innocent as you can get.
Christy rested on her hands and knees while, the male performer pulled her head back by her hair bundled into his fist and slammed her from behind.
Felicity turned her head in Devon’s direction and whispered loud enough to be heard. “Tell me about this. Does it happen very often?”
“Twice a year. At semester break and the end of the year. The men have to be frat brothers and the women are usually sorority girls. If they can’t get a sorority girl to do it they use prostitutes or porn actresses.”
The couple stopped for a moment while everyone whooped and changed positions. He reclined on the bed, his hard, latex covered cock stretching at a slight angle from his lean, flat, abdomen, while she hefted a well turned leg over and straddled him. Raising his good sized dick up, she slid it into her carnal void and moved up, down and around.
Felicity angled her head toward Adam. “I don’t understand. Why do these girls do this? It has to stigmatize them.”
“Believe it or not, it’s considered an honor for a sorority girl.”
Felicity scrunched her nose as if something smelled. “An honor? Some honor, having twenty or so pussy hounds watch some guy bop you.” By now, Felicity felt so cockish, her pussy felt like liquid fire. “Ah fuck it. Who gives a shit what their motives are? It sure is fun to watch. I hope you guys are ready to take me to your apartment soon and put the raging fire in my pussy out.”
After Christy obviously had a climax, they moved around again. He got on his knees and she faced him with her legs on each side of him. She wrapped an arm around him and squeezed his taut buns with one hand and grabbed his cock at the base in her other hand. After licking his cock from bottom to top, she wrapped her lips around it and began to languidly move her mouth and hand up and down along its length.
It must have really excited him for he threw his head backward and moaned loudly. Wrapping both hands around her head, he digging his fingers into her scalp.
Felicity reached for the crotches of each of her lovers. “Are you guys hard?” They were hard as a board. “Oh, yeah you are. Are you ready to go, I hope? I am.”
Devon and Adam looked at each other and said, “Sure.”
Devon took her hand. “C’mon and led them through the crowd.”
When they stepped into the hallway, Felicity started to head for the stairs, but Adam and Devon both grabbed her hands and pulled her back. Flashing a mischievous smile,
Adam raised a key to show her. Then he stuck it in the lock. Before he could turn the key, Felicity asked, “What are you doing. You can’t just go into someone’s room. Where did you get that key?”
Chapter Four
“Sex is a beautiful thing between two people. Between five it’s fantastic.”
Woody Allen
“Calm down. I got the key from Andrew, the owner. You met him about an hour ago. He gave us permission to use his room.” He turned the key with a flare and by a wave of his hand invited her in.
The small room had been finished and furnished in dark tones, but for their needs it seemed perfect. She strolled up to the bed turned and plopped her behind on it. Then she bounced up and down several times.
Devon joked, “I always wanted to fuck a ballerina. How about you brother?”
“Yes, I have a thing for ballerinas, too, especially blonde haired blue eyed ones. Ballerinas are so graceful and poised, I wonder if they can transfer some of their grace and poise into my cock when I fuck them.”
Devon laughed. “Let’s not forget how nimble and flexible they are. Think about the interesting positions a ballerina could get into while you fuck her.”
“You guys are disgusting. Are you men of action or are you going you banter about fucking me all night?”
Out to prove what men of action they could be, the two of them, collaborating, had Felicity’s tutu off and stripped naked in thirty seconds flat. Adam leaned in and ran his tongue between her sweet red lips and across her white enamel. Moaning, her mouth invited his tongue in. She gasped and stiffened when Devon’s lips sucked on her hard nipple. Adam’s tongue slid past her teeth and swirled around her mouth until it joined her tongue. The coarse pad of his tongue embracing hers sent warm tendrils of desire to her pussy.
Adam’ large hand cupped her hairless pussy. “Tell me what you want baby.”
She blushed. “Ah, could you eat my pussy?”
“Could I eat your pussy? Baby, I must have had a couple dozen dreams about eating your beautiful pussy. Would you like to sit on my face or me to go down on you?”
Sit on his face? That was a new one on her. “I’ve never tried the first one. What’s it like?”
“Oh, you’d like it baby, I guarantee it. Let’s just do it. If you don’t like it we can always switch.”
Adam and Devon who still wore their costumes, took the time to undress. Now naked, Adam went to the head of the bed, folded a pillow in over and lay down with the pillow under his head. “Okay baby, come over here and lay that gorgeous, juicy snatch across my lips.”
She wasn’t sure how to go about this, but she rose up on her knees and scooted up beside Adam. “Perfect, now swing this leg across my chest and scoot up further until your delicious pussy rests above my mouth, then lower it to my lips by spreading your legs.” She did what he said until her pussy stood an inch above his mouth and tongue. “Put your hands on the headboard to steady yourself.”
She did.
“Devon you can contribute, too. Scoot up right behind her.”
While Devon eased in behind her, his long magic wand pushed into her back. It felt reassuring.
“That’s it, now reach around her and grab those fabulous hooters. That’s it. You can kiss her on the neck, too.”
Devon buried his mouth in the crook of her neck kissing and nibbling while his hands cupped her breasts with his palms, his thumbs brushing the nipples until they hardened from his touch. It felt so good Felicity groaned. Her right hand moved up and back wrapping around his neck. Devon nestled in even tighter, his tongue leaving cool patches of evaporating saliva down her neck and across her shoulder. Adam hadn’t even started eating her yet and hot, tingly sensations careened up, down and across her body, from Devon terminating in her humid core.
“How’s that baby?”
“Fantastic, don’t stop.”
Felicity lowered her warm wet pussy another inch, which allowed Adam’s tongue to glide into her smooth, lubricated channel. She gasped at the salacious feeling of his slippery tongue reaming her slit, scooping and sucking the juices from her. When his tongue slid up, tickling and teasing her ultra-sensitive happy button, two clever fingers slid into her j
uicy treasure trove. Her grip on the headboard tightened from the erotic sensations cascading though her and her breathing became a series of short breaths. Felicity’s core, had already been simmering before from watching the sex show across the hall. However, when Adam’s tongue and lips scoured her clitoris, while two intimate fingers slipped between her pronounced labia, probing her deep recess, her genitals heated up like molten lava. Add Devon’s kisses to her neck and thumbs rubbing her nipples, and she knew orgasmicland wouldn’t be far away.
Kneeling with Adam’s handsome face staring up at her from the nexus between her legs, he not only made her feel good, but she decided it was sexy as hell. Adam pulled his mouth away. “I gotta tell you, you taste delicious, and the view from here is sensational.”
She closed her eyes to concentrate and savor all that was taking place. Just like last time, it was all getting to her. So much happening, so much going on, bombarding her mind with overpowering sensations of pleasure and joy. While Adam drove her wild from her nether regions, Devon’s lips continued to torment her neck, with nibbling kisses and soft bites while his large hands kneaded her breasts and diddled her nipples. She could feel the blood racing through her arteries from her racing heart. When her excitement increased, her moans grew louder and more frequent.
Every nerve in her body sizzled with the need for more. Her head lolled back in reaction to the electrifying sensations that flowed through her. She basked in the blissful feeling of Adam’s luscious lips suddenly enfolding, sucking on the swollen bundle of nerves she called her happy button. She groaned. Then, she began jerking around like a target in a shooting gallery while nudging her clit and pussy firmer into Adam’s mouth and fingers. She was getting close, very close. All of a sudden, a new sensation slammed through her. Adam’s free hand moved around her ass inserting his finger into her anal rosebud, causing her muscles to clench and spasm in reaction. The dark need that seemed to lurk inside her rectum astonished her and brought her giant orgasm to the forefront.
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