Message-ID: <12280eli$9806172359@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: kristen78@aol.com (Kristen78) Subject: "Wild Sorority Days" by Kristen Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <1998061802021300.WAA02277@ladder03.news.aol.com> Archive name: (Callie.txt (MMMMM/F) Authors name: Kristen Kathleen Becker (as told to me by Callie) Story Title : Callie's Story - "Wild Sorority days" -=*=- Today is my birthday, and I'm 40 years old. I look back at my life in the late 60's and early 70's while attending San Francisco State, and wonder how we all made it through in one piece. Of course there wasn't anything like AIDS back then, which helped. My story is a true one that took place in 1974 when I was 22 years old. We were a wild bunch and thought we knew everything, and had done everything. I was very jaded back then. We had this tradition of daring each other to do crazy things, and I was the "Bravest" one in our sorority house. One day the house bought a closed circuit TV system for security, but we quickly turned it to another purpose. We set it up so a sister could bring her intended victim home and do her thing with him while the rest of us watched on the closed circuit TV from another room. We'd done some really strange things like betting each other who could seduce which professors, or who could get the oldest man to have sex with them. (By the way, I won that one, I had the oldest one at 79!) -=*=- Well, this story really starts with a visit from the president of our sister sorority from UCLA who came to talk to us about a problem they were having with their house. It seems that a fraternity house wanted their building for expansion, and being as wild as us, their sorority was vulnerable, and the guys had filed a morals charge against them with the college government. If their sorority was actually brought up on charges, they might be evicted from their house, then the guys could get the property. We talked over many ideas, when I came up with "fight fire with fire" get them into a compromising situation, and blackmail them into withdrawing their charge. I came up with the idea of installing our closed circuit camera and recorder in a house off their campus, and holding a "special" party for the fraternity guys. I had a plan, and told the visiting UCLA chapter house president that we'd take care of their problem for them. Several of us drove down to LA, bringing the equipment with us, and set it up in a borrowed house just off campus. I took time to scope out the fraternity brothers, and had a chance to meet Gene Benjamin, the house president at a dance that first night. After dancing a couple of times with him I told him that I was new in town and was having a get-to-know-you party, and would he and his house brothers like to come? He made it plain that he would, and said that he thought I was beautiful, and if the other women at the party looked half as nice as me, he could get most of his fraternity brothers to come. Party night rolled around and everything was set up. The plan had evolved into "Me" doing everything. I couldn't back down, I had my pride to look after, so to speak. The plan was for me to greet however many guys showed up and to get them somehow to gang-bang me with all of them in the same room, while on camera, of course. They all had to be filmed in one room with me to prove what their intentions were to the college government if necessary. (I couldn’t believe that I had talked myself into this!) Well, you can imagine where I was at by then. Here I was, the craziest girl in our group, basically setting myself to be screwed by as many men as happened to walk through the door, and pretending that I was cool with it. I tried not to think beyond the moment; I threw myself into setting the scene. We got a huge, thick white throw rug, and placed it were the camera could get all the action, set the lighting as low as possible while still showing all the details. Truthfully, I was loosing my nerve big-time! I was scared to death! there could be 100 guys showing up for all I knew. All I could think about the day before the "event" was that I can't loose face now! But I did make a silent pact with myself that if more than 10 guys showed up, I'd chicken out and take the conse- quences. (Tells you something about me then! That I'd consider having sex with 10 guys in a row, and not think that that was too much.) -=*=- The time came... and we heard the door bell ring, my heart jumped into my throat, and all the girls ran into the "monitor room" and locked themselves in, so no guys looking for the bathroom would inadvertently stumble on them. There was Gene, and five other fraternity guys from his house. 'Well,' I thought, 'There goes my excuse for not doing this.' As I led them into the living room where everything was supposed to happen, I was already having thoughts about what it would feel like to have sex guys in one night, while being watched by seven girls and all these guys. I was thinking about whether all the guys would be able to perform their duty in front of each other, things like that were running through my head. They all came into the room and Gene looked around and asked if they had gotten there early. I said that I had brought them here under false pretenses, that I was a nymphomaniac and needed to have multiple men to have an orgasm. While I was telling him this crazy story, I undid the strap of my sun dress from behind my neck and let it drop to the floor, leaving me completely nude. Guys today would never fall for the story I was telling these guys, but things were different then. (And back then I had one of those bodies that glowed with health and "exuded sexiness" or so I'm told.) Gene said that he would be glad to help me out. The guys with him said that if I really needed sex with them, who were they to argue? Well, Gene took my hand and started to lead me to the bedroom, but I pulled back and told him I needed to do this with other men watching, that I couldn't "get off" otherwise. Gene looked a little disconcerted at this, so I played on his masculine ego, and asked him if he was able to do it in front of his pals. He took the challenge and pulled his pants down immediately, and as I watched his gorgeous erect cock popped into view! all slick and swollen. All of a sudden I settled down. I was on home turf now, and could handle this. At least I hoped I could. I stepped up to Gene and pushed him up against the wall, rubbing myself against him slowly, quite enjoying myself. I used to look at myself in the mirror, and I used to feel so god damn proud of my body. I used to fantasize sometimes that I could have as many lovers as I wanted. And here I was, getting ready to live that fantasy! I began to get so wet, and just had to have him inside me! I put my hands on Gene's shoulders, and lifted myself onto his big warm cock. He held me by the ass and manipulated me in-and-out, and side-to-side, hit- ting perfectly right from the start! The thought of so many people watching us was incredibly sexy to me. I came before he did, and I really let myself go; I screamed and clawed at his back as he came in me. (I thought it would look good on tape.) I climbed down from an exhausted male body, and went down on all fours in front of the intense crowd of young college men. I told them that I wanted them all to strip for me, if we were going to have a party, we should all be dressed for action! You should have seen the speed those clothes flew into the air! Gene just stumbled to the couch and slumped down with a very red chest and cock. I said, "Next!" and one of the guys dropped down behind me and inserted his cock into me from behind. (No, I'm not into anal) He slipped in very easily because I was dripping with both Gene's and my come. This guy was so worked up he just started slamming me real fast, and came in less than a minute. As I pushed him backwards off of me, I rolled over on my back and stretched like a contented kitten. I looked up and saw a very horny surfer type, all tan and hard muscles. I pointed to him, and held my arms wide for him. He knelt between my legs and immediately went down on my pussy. I couldn't believe this guy! Two men had come inside of me, and here was this guy licking and sucking me with a vengeance! But soon I didn't care why he was doing it, he was really good at it. Just before he brought me off, he plunged his dick into me and came in me almost immediately. (I figured that he was a "quick cum", and that's why he did face.) Didn't matter to me though, because I came right along with him. Couldn't believe it, I usually only have one orgasm a night... Well, surfer boy gently disengaged, and slowly licked his way out of me. I was thinking about the fact that I had three dif- ferent kinds of sperm, all mixed up inside me, and how fantastic the feeling was, when the tall, dark one kneeled down beside me, and began to French me, while very lightly fingering me. I could see his beautiful cock quivering beside my face, and I knew what he wanted. He smelled like heaven, and that cock looked so smooth and clean, that it just seemed like the right thing to do. I moved my head two inches over to take that fat purple head into my mouth, and to my surprise he moved to put his lips on my clitoris. We just stayed in that position massaging each other with our mouths until he came all over my face. (These guys were *strange*!) As soon as he was over his orgasm, and could move, he turned around and licked his sperm off my face. Weird, huh? As I was beginning to recover from my latest partner, I began to think, "This is it, we have all the material we need to screw this fraternity. Why go on?" But as I was thinking about getting up and making some kind of excuse, the youngest-looking guy jumped me, and slammed his cock into me without any preamble. I could tell right away that he was a virgin, and that it was taking all his courage to screw me in front of his buddies. So I laid back, and let him have his big experience. I always liked being the first for a guy, I make sure he thinks he's wonderful. I squirmed under him and pushed against him, and reached under his left leg and took hold of his cock with my special "thumb-forefinger" hold, and felt him going in and out of me. I find that when both partners are real wet, men love this hold. It enhances their experience, and I like the feel too. Having a virgin in me turned me on again and as he pumped his seed into me, I had, wonder-of-all-wonders, another orgasm! Well, here I was, going to stop with four guys, but I couldn't very well leave this last guy with some kind of complex. So as my sweet virgin lay beside me in a sated daze, I looked at the last guy. When he saw me look at him, he just dropped down on me and started to fuck me. That's all you could call it, "fucking." He was hard and violent! And he had an appetite for sex like none of the others. He fucked me so hard it hurt. I wanted to cry out, but he knew what he was doing, and even though it hurt, somehow the hurt was too nice to complain about. He was all over my body at once; he moved like an eel. We both came together, and the whole thing shook me. My pussy was so sore after this guy had finished with me. He bit my asshole and my lips and he nipped my clit, and it was painful, but it was just incredible. A fleeting thought went through my mind about asking him to move up to San Francisco with me. But I didn't act on the thought. There I was laying on the rug after we'd finished, covered in sweat and sperm, and I felt used up and quite whorish, but somehow I was pleased with my performance. After I had ushered all the guys out of the house (having to plead a sore pussy to Gene, who wanted another go), I went back into the house, and all the girls were there cheering for me. I guess that at least half of them had to relieve themselves by masturbating or being masturbated, I don't know which. They all loved my performance. We left the next day for San Francisco and anonymity. I walked a little funny for a couple of days, but quickly got back into the swing of things. I've never done anything quite as crazy as that since. Oh, by the way, the fraternity brothers mysteriously dropped all charges against our sister sorority. ©1997 Kristen Kathleen Becker (Authors address: Kristen078@Hotmail.com) -=*=- WARNING! NEVER, NEVER practice unsafe sex. In this day and age, it is just plain stupid to have unprotected sex with strangers. This story is for entertainment not to be imitated. You only have one body per lifetime... Take good care of it... Kristen -=*=- A special thanks to Professor Stephen for proof reading this story, making it much better than it would have been otherwise. -=*=- -=*=- "You'll find that many of the things we hold to be true, are only that, from a certain point of view." -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----