章節 176: Chapter 18: Peyton l
-- MONDAY, MARCH 27, 2006, SPRING BREAK --
"Hey you," Bert greeted me from the other end of the phone line. "Thought I'd check in and see how you were holding up. Staying hydrated? Haven't been worked to exhaustion?"
"Very funny. You at Stanford now?"
"Yeah, spending Spring Break with Lynne. Only she's not on Spring Break, so I figure I'll be spending a good bit of time on my own. She just left for class."
"Ah."
"So what's this Sasha tells me about life in your house getting even crazier than usual?"
I arched an eyebrow at him and remarked, "I'm presuming she already filled you in on all the details, so why are you asking me?"
"Just looking for confirmation. Sasha has no reason to lie to me, but then again the shit she's telling me sounds absolutely ludicrous, even for you."
"Well if you're all by your lonesome, drive over here to hang out and see for yourself."
"So they really walk around wearing nothing but their underwear?"
"Only after 7pm."
"And there're five freshman hotties trying to get into your pants?"
"Only till the end of the week, or until one of them actually bangs me, apparently."
"The end of the week? Sasha didn't mention that part."
"It's new. They think by putting a time limit on the bounty that I'll actually give in and bone one of them rather than have them all walk away next Friday."
"Hmm, good idea. So are you going to give in?"
"Me? No. I've got my hands full enough with the harem girls."
Bert chuckled salaciously. "But these are untapped freshmen. Juicy little eighteen-year-old snatches you've never sampled before. Tell me you aren't tempted."
"Sounds like you're the one tempted." I chuckled right back. "Seriously, wanna come by the house? I'll tell the girls that none of 'em can have me unless you've given them a test drive."
"Heyyyl, no. I love my girlfriend, thank you very much."
"If you love her that much, you can come by the house and just hang out. We have a whole week off from school and haven't played Xbox in way too long. C'mon, it'll drive the girls nuts to watch us play and ignore them."
"Thank you, but no thank you. I'm only too aware of my limitations as a man, and a house full of sorority girls in nothing but their underwear is an unfair distraction you're going to use to try and beat me at whatever game we play. And besides, the more you ignore them, the more they're going to tease BOTH of us, and my poor heart won't be able to handle that.
"It's not your heart you're worried about."
"Actually, it is. I know full well that my penis will succumb quite quickly. I've had my share of wild and crazy experiences around you, which offers me a little resistance, but I'd still just be a nerd in the face of too many scantily-clad breasts. I'd break Lynne's heart, and that would break mine. No thank you."
"You sure? Lynne can be quite tolerant with this sort of thing."
"She was tolerant with YOU because she knew better than to try and keep you. I'm different. She might actually marry me someday."
I mentally stopped dead in my tracks and whistled. "Dude, seriously?"
Bert sighed. "I love her, man. More than I've ever loved anyone or anything in my life. No, I'm not stopping by your House of Sinful Temptation. At least not while there are semi-dressed Tri-Delts hanging around there."
"Fair enough."
Bert went silent for a moment, but after a deep breath, he said, "So tell me about Peyton."
"Peyton? What about her?"
"Whatever you can tell me. All I know is that she's the infamous Tri-Delt President. Set the bounty on you, and I'll bet she's the one who also thought up the time limit. Sasha says she's the one of the hottest, sexiest, and most arrogant chicks she's ever met."
"Pretty much."
"Sasha also says the girl is dying to nail you herself."
I scowled. "I don't know about that. She's arrogant, remember? Thinks she's above me. She's got a boyfriend and knows I won't touch her again. But she hung around the house all weekend with her equally taken girlfriends in skimpy outfits just to fuck with me. No, Peyton Kent is not interested in a Big Ben ride."
"If you say so. But Sasha says the girl has this look of longing in her eyes whenever she thinks nobody is looking."
"What?"
"Hey, just saying what Sasha told me."
I frowned. "Sasha never told ME that."
"Maybe she's jealous."
"Sasha? Jealous? Why?"
"You tell me. Do you like her?"
"Sasha? Or Peyton?"
"Peyton; we've already talked about your feelings and non-feelings for Sasha. Tell me why Sasha would be jealous over her, and it's not just looks. I hear it in Sasha's voice. She's jealous of the way you flirt with Peyton."
"I do NOT flirt with Peyton. She teases me; I ignore her. That's the sum of our relationship, and it's only been three days. Two and change, actually."
"Uh-huh..." Bert murmured thoughtfully.
"What?" I glared, even though Bert couldn't see me.
"So you DO like her."
"Yeah, right." I rolled my eyes. "She's an arrogant bitch on a power trip."
"But you ARE attracted to her."
"Physically. Superficially. She's a tall, hot blonde with big tits and a great ass. You know me. But she's got the personality of a snake. I can barely stand to be around her."
"So kick her out of your house. Tell her she's not welcome."
"And give her the satisfaction of knowing she got under my skin? No thank you."
"Who cares about her satisfaction? It's your house. If your life is less happy with her in it, then get rid of her. Tri-Delt West or not, you have every right to ask her to leave."
"No. I can handle her."
"Your ego again? Like not nailing the freshmen because of the bounty? Can't stand to lose so you won't kick her out?"
"I wouldn't lose by kicking her out."
"Then why don't you?"
"Because..."
"Because... ?"
I sighed, shook my head, and then sighed. "Okay fine. Because yes, I'd lose."
"So just fuck her then."
"What?"
"Hey, -I- didn't make the rules. THEY put the sign up on your door, and she's the one who signed it. Seize and inseminate. Bang her and be done with it."
"Her boyfriend is the center on the basketball team. 6'10, 280. Dude could probably palm me by the head."
"Ouch. Okay ... maybe not." Bert went silent for a couple of seconds. "Well how about this? Find him and tell HIM his girlfriend is hanging out at your house dressed in her underwear. Let her deal with the fallout."
I shook my head. "Too much attention onto my house if I do that, for ALL the Tri-Delts. Might very well end the whole situation."
"And would that really be such a bad thing? Tri-Delt West has been great fun, but do you really NEED it?"
"I won't be the one to rat out the girls. They've trusted me to keep this whole thing their secret, and I won't betray that trust. Period."
"For a man slut, you're too noble for your own good."
I shrugged. "I'm at peace with where I'm at. Only a few more months of school left. I get laid, I get fed, and I'm actually becoming pretty good friends with the girls. Peyton and her friends teasing me for one weekend I can handle. There are a lot worse situations I could be in instead."
"True enough."
Even though it was Spring Break, I couldn't spend ALL my time fucking my girls. We needed more food supplies, and while the girls were only too happy to do the shopping, I decided I could use a breath of fresh air and headed out to Berkeley Bowl. Sasha went with me.
When we got back, I parked the Mustang, got out of the car, and whistled, idly wondering who would be home. For the past month or so, I could always count on three or four Tri-Delts lounging around my living room doing homework, watching TV, or just hanging out and chatting. But this weekend my house had turned into a hive of activity with no less than TEN girls meandering around the place at any given moment, and now that we were on Spring Break, I wondered who would still be around.
As I'd told Bert this morning, the Tri-Delt freshmen had been ordered to stay in my house for the duration of Spring Break, subject to the seize and inseminate charter even though I'd made clear so far that I didn't intend to actually do that to any of them. I expected all five of them to be present as ordered: Kirstie Holland, Jayden and Jordyn Schenke, Alani Williams, and Arika Okuma. They'd brought suitcases and moved into the two downstairs bedrooms, Kirstie and the Schenke twins in DJ's old room and Alani and Arika in Brooke's. But since it wasn't yet 7pm, I expected all five of them to be fully-dressed.
As for the regular harem girls, while I thought it possible they had moved elsewhere to avoid the crowd, and still others might have left for Spring Break, I still expected three or four of them to be around. After all, they were still the only girls I was actually sleeping with, and despite the extra bodies around they were still my friends. Andie, for sure, would be at the house. Ever since her little sister had shown up, she hadn't missed a single day. I found it rather endearing the way she doted on her younger sibling.
And then there were the Seniors. As I'd complained to Bert, Peyton had spent the entire weekend at my place, although she went home to the Chapter House on Warring in the evenings. She'd held court in my living room, usually accompanied by two of her closest friends. And at various times throughout the day, she and her friends would flirt with me and flaunt their fantastic bodies while reminding me that they each had boyfriends, giggling excitedly and returning to the living room couches once they had provoked some sort of reaction out of me, claiming it as some kind of victory.
Bert was right: I hated losing.
Peyton alone was hot enough, but her two closest friends were nearly as attractive. Annette Bergstrom was a 5'11" Swedish blonde cut from the mold of Leighton Barrister as this year's Tri-Delt Pledge Mistress. Pledging was over, but she still held incredible sway over the current first-year sisters. And Natalee Kirby was the kind of freckled redhead that set my loins on fire, and her 34DD rack made my mouth water just to look at it. The three of them had taken advantage of a warm weekend to keep their attire brief, even outside of "lingerie-hours", and the presence of such gorgeous "new pussy" that constantly flirted with me had kept me rock hard all weekend.
Fortunately, the harem was only too willing to let me take out my naked lust on their nubile bodies. Jamie in particular took extreme delight in fucking in the laundry room, which didn't have a door, screaming at the top of her lungs for me to skewer her ass and fill her colon with all my creamy jism so that everyone in the living room could hear.
But again, that was the weekend; this was Monday. Peyton had not shown up before I left to get groceries, and for all I knew, she and her friends had gone off to Daytona Beach for Spring Break and would leave me alone. If so, good riddance...
But then why did I feel a trace of disappointment at that thought?
As it turned out, I would not be disappointed. Sasha and I hopped up the steps onto the front porch and then went inside. The cacophony of a dozen girls chatting echoed throughout the old bones of the house, and we turned the corner to find the living room absolutely FILLED with girls.
There was no new rule to add to the charter, no special event demanding their presence. There were simply a bunch of girls occupying my living room, kitchen, and both downstairs bedrooms: freshmen, harem, and Tri-Delt royalty mingling together as if every day of Spring Break was going to be a sorority party in my house. Attire was casual, typical for college students with plenty of jeans and school sweatshirts. Peyton and her friends were dressed to impress, but only the kind of impressing they did every day on campus with nice shirts and form-fitting jeans. No bikini tops or overexposed cleavage today.
Sasha's eyebrows popped but then she shrugged at me. "Just another day in your life, looks like."
I rolled my eyes before noticing that Andie was headed on a beeline for me. The perky bottle-blonde jumped into my arms, forcing me to catch her while she laid a big smooch on my lips. But she didn't linger, setting her feet back down while remarking, "Hey there. I missed you."
"Missed me? You were in my bed this morning."
"Yeah, like five hours ago."
I nodded and then held up my grocery bags. "Gotta drop this stuff off."
Andie rubbed my arm and then snatched a bag from my fingers. "Let me help you."
"Me, too!"
"Me, too!"
Within seconds, my arms were empty. The girls individually may not have been as strong as me, but like a multitude of ants they swarmed over me and Sasha and not only extracted all of the grocery bags, but also put everything away. Hell, by now the girls knew my kitchen better than I did. Come to think of it, they knew the house better than I did. I certainly hadn't put up new purple drapes, replaced the living room rug, or added the half-dozen pink and red throw pillows.
Fuck, when did my house turn into a girl's house?
Oh, right.
Andie suddenly came back out of the kitchen. "You hungry? I'll bring you something."
"Sure. Thanks, cutie."
Giving me a pixie wink, Andie spun and bounced for the kitchen. I looked up and noticed five other girls smiling at me and I gave them a general wave. And then Sasha said she was going upstairs to freshen up.
I waved her on and then turned into the living room. As expected, all five freshmen girls were hanging around. Kirstie and the Schenke twins were studying with Nora, Whitney, and Jeannie. Arika and Alani were chatting with Leticia and Lakhi. And Jocelyn and Jamie were on the back porch grilling dinner for the extended crowd.
Andie came out of the kitchen with a plate of fruit, the kind of snack the girls had figured out I liked before dinner, other than pussy that is. I sat down on a dining table chair with the plate in front of me while Andie hopped sideways into my lap, plucking up apple slices and feeding them to me by hand while her eyes twinkled happily.
But just as I was about to bite on the fourth apple slice, a hand reached in and snatched it away from Andie first. We both looked up to see Peyton grinning at us, her hand holding half of the slice while she chewed with relish on the other half.
I arched an eyebrow and commented, "Is this what it's come to? You have to steal right out of Andie's hand to feed your appetite?"
"Just the food, though." Andie replied with a grin, patting my chest. "She's spent all weekend trying to steal something else to feed her appetite with no success."
I smirked at Andie's innuendo, but Peyton had a bigger smirk. With her pale green eyes glittering, she remarked, "Honey, please. I get that appetite satisfied just fine at home."
My eyebrows went up. "Then why did you spend all weekend here? Could it be that you're tired of fast food ground beef and you're trying to get a piece of Andie's Prime Rib?"
Peyton waggled her eyebrows at me. "And I suppose you consider yourself a Prime piece of meat?"
I clasped both hands behind my head, elbows out, and leaned back with a lanky slouch. "Hey, I'm well-seasoned."
Peyton shook her head. "There's an understatement. I don't like my meat overdone."
"Too bad. Andie here likes it well done. I do it well, don't I, Andie?"
The bottle-blonde pixie in my lap snuggled against my chest. "Very well done. Except when you're raw. I like it raw, too."
Peyton giggled and shook her head. "That may be, but I'm not yet convinced you've got enough to truly feed MY appetite."
"Hey, babe," I replied with a shrug. "I'd completely fill you up. Or is it full of myself to want you full of me?"
Peyton shook her head. "Keep talking, short stack. Have you met the hunk of beef I'm dating?"
"You're right. I can't change a light bulb with my feet on the floor. But don't judge a value meal by the box. All your sisters order me up super-size."
"So now you're fast food?"
I smirked. "The girls like me better that way. Instant gratification serving more customers at once."
"I like to take my time and enjoy my meals. Savor the flavors."
"Oh, I'd savor you. I already know you taste heavenly, or did you black out so hard you've forgotten? I keep waiting for you to let me go for seconds. You never got my drive-thru service."
Peyton blushed and tilted her chin up imperiously. She spread her legs and dropped her hands to her upper thighs, almost making a window with her thumbs and fingers to direct my attention to the juncture of her legs. "So why don't you, huh? Charter is on the wall."
"I would, but you know why I won't. Your loss, not mine. And you know it, otherwise why would you keep hanging out here?" I cinched an arm around Andie's waist, turning her so that her back was pressed against my chest and we were both facing Peyton. Raising my hand, I walked it up underneath Andie's shirt before rather obviously cupping her perky breast while my other hand slid down Andie's thigh and brushed over her crotch. The cute bottle-blonde moaned erotically, her lip quivering.
Peyton's jaw set.
"You've played your games for two days already," I stated seriously, all business and without any further food-related innuendo. "You and your friends flaunted your bodies, getting off on the power trip and thinking you were winning some kind of victory by showing me what I couldn't have because of my 'no boyfriends' rule. But the deck is already stacked against you. I don't need you the way you apparently want me. I've already got HER, and if you'll excuse us, I'm going to give her the kind of pounding you only WISH I'd give you. Sound good to you, cutie?"
By now, I'd worked my hand under Andie's bra as well, tweaking a nipple between my fingers while rubbing my middle finger against her jeans directly over her clit. She couldn't form words, merely whimpering in my lap with sexual need, already moments away from orgasm. Realizing this, I bent my head and began suckling on Andie's neck, giving her a vampire's kiss while continuing to fondle her breast and rub her outside her jeans. And without any further stimulation, within ten seconds I brought my little cutie to a squeaking climax right there in front of everyone.
"Eeeeee..." she squealed as she shuddered and came in my lap.
Grinning, I then stood up and flipped Andie's light body over my shoulder before rather deliberately caressing her ass. "Excuse me. I'll be taking the rest of my meal carry out."
Peyton was breathing hard, her eyes afire as she stared at me.
"You keep the apples," I told her. "Few people know, but Andie's pussy tastes just like these." I slid the plate toward her, and then started for the stairs, still rubbing Andie's ass but sliding my hand between her cheeks to keep her squeaking.
Peyton backed up as I brushed by her, as did her two Senior friends. Although I hadn't seen much of these particular two in the last couple of years, I'd known them for a long time, so I greeted them in passing. "Hey Misty. Hey Grace. Long time no see..."
The two Tri-Delt Seniors I'd known since Freshman year turned and gawked at me as I passed. I paid them no mind. I took Andie right up to my bedroom, and on a whim I left the door wide open. That way, everyone downstairs could hear her scream when I made sure the pretty girl was completely full of me.
She screamed again when we did it raw, and even then, it was very well done.
-- THURSDAY, MARCH 30, 2006, SPRING BREAK --
I felt something tickle my balls, and with a start, I jerked awake.
"Mmph!" somebody groaned, and as I sat up, I realized I'd just shoved my dick an inch into a girl's throat. She couldn't quite take it, gagging before pulling off my prick and coughing. And my eyelids tried unsuccessfully to break through overnight crustiness to open so that I could reach down and offer my mystery fellatrix an apology.
I was already pretty sure of her identity. There really were only so many girls she could be. One side-effect of the sudden influx of girls into my house over that first weekend was that the newcomers pushed out the sisters who had already been leaning toward leaving the harem. That's not to say that all of them got boyfriends and made themselves off-limits, but what had defined the harem girls as "harem" had been their near-constant presence in the house.
For the past two months, my living room had been the hangout spot for what amounted to two social cliques: the Tri-Delts I'd known from Adrienne's pledge class (Jocelyn, Tonya, Andie, Jamie, and Lakhi) and the younger girls (Nora, Whitney, Leticia, and Jeannie, along with the occasional non-Tri-Delt friend like Meli). While I'd known the older girls for going on three years now, my relationships with the younger ones were far less formed. Really, they'd joined in the first place because they'd either been with me before or were "little sisters" to one of the others. They'd stuck around this long because of the great sex and the excitement of the whole Tri-Delt West idea. But even after nearly two full months, great sex without intimacy or relationships had only taken us so far. Already they'd started to drift a bit, and even before the arrival of the freshmen and Peyton's crew, they'd started to find other places to hang out.
As for the Juniors and Seniors, they still found my living room to be a perfectly comfortable place to spend their days, but the carefree casual sex of the early days had started to give way to actual relationships. Although we'd intended to keep any sense of romance out of the equation, it had become rather obvious which girls I clicked with a little more. Plus, while some of the girls wanted to remain "available" to be seized and inseminated for the fun of it, they didn't necessarily care about spending the night sleeping in my bed. And finally, on Monday night the remaining harem members, Sasha, and I collected in my bedroom without any freshmen or interloping Tri-Delt executive staff, and we agreed on everyone's role in the group. Jocelyn and Whitney had boyfriends and were off-limits. Tonya, Lakhi, Nora, Leticia, and Jeannie were harem members who wouldn't mind if I wanted a piece, and they could also not-so-subtly let me know if they wanted to get porked. They certainly did often enough during the daytimes this Spring Break. And that left Andie and Jamie, the only two Tri-Delts who actually had some kind of feelings for me and who actually wanted to spend each and every night in my bed.
So Monday night they did, as well as Tuesday night and last night and for the foreseeable future they would continue to do so, except for "Sasha Thursdays". Speaking of Sasha, both Andie and Jamie felt bad for displacing her, as the three of them had gotten into multiple conversations about their developing feelings for me over the last several weeks. Sasha admitted to being in love with me, as did Andie. Jamie, actually, wasn't in love with me so much as in lust along with the enjoyment of cuddling. She was happy to share, and more than once I caught her not-so-subtly pushing my near-romantic affections toward the other two, and the three of them collectively agreed that they were my "favorites".
The three of them had actually become pretty good friends, and Andie happily suggested that my bed could fit all four of us. But believe it or not, as much as she was in love with me, Sasha wasn't much of a cuddler. On any nights we had sex (like last night), she'd be perfectly happy to walk across the hallway and go to sleep in her own room, letting Andie and Jamie spend the night in my arms. The only exception each week would be Thursdays, when she got to have me all to herself. Given that they would have the other six nights, Andie and Jamie agreed it was a fair deal.
So you see, it had to be one of the three "favorites" giving me this morning blowjob, and since I could feel a warm, half-naked body cuddling me from either side (Andie and Jamie), I knew it had to be Sasha. The other dead giveaway was that the girl had gagged when my cockhead briefly entered her throat. Both Andie and Jamie were accomplished deep-throaters, and would have taken my surge without trouble. But Sasha was still new to these advanced levels of sex, and though she'd been trying, she had not yet figured out how to suppress her gag reflex enough to really take all of me inside.
Reaching down, I patted Sasha's head and soothed, "Hey sorry. I didn't mean to thrust quite so far." Finally, my eyelids broke free and I blinked rapidly against the morning light filling my vision. But soon enough my pupils dilated, and I glanced down at the dirty-blonde head hovering over my upright shaft.
Wait ... Sasha doesn't have dirty-blonde hair!
The gorgeous Tri-Delt President coughed again, her pale green eyes watering. She looked down at the throbbing purple monster in her hand and shook her head. "Damn. You really ARE Big Ben!"
"Peyton!" I gasped in surprise, jerking upright. The motion dislodged the sleeping beauties on both shoulders, and Andie and Jamie began groaning and moaning as they stirred awake.
Licking her lips, Peyton eyed my cock, stroking the shaft experimentally. I couldn't imagine that she was seriously in awe of my prick; I'm no 12-inch monster and wasn't she dating a 6'10" basketball star? But for whatever reason, she was quite keenly interested in studying my equipment for the first time.
"What are you doing here?" I asked, still bewildered to find her in my room. We'd flirted and teased back and forth; but since that first night I'd never attempted to invoke the seize and inseminate charter, and she'd never so much as touched me ... At least until right now.
Now Jamie's eyes were open, and she asked in surprise, "Peyton?"
The sound of a third party's voice suddenly shook the Tri-Delt President from her reverie. Her eyes went wide in panic as they darted to Jamie's, and then to mine. And then quite abruptly, she jerked backwards, dismounting the bed and practically sprinting out my bedroom door, nearly bowling over Sasha who only NOW was coming into my room.
Having watched Peyton flee down the stairs, Sasha turned back to me while jerking a thumb back behind her. "What was THAT all about?"
I shrugged at her helplessly.
Meanwhile, Jamie found my erection, still exposed with my pajama pants bunched around my knees. "Ooh! He's hard! Yay me!"
To no surprise, I found that Peyton had left the house before I arrived downstairs, feeling about a pint of fluids lower than I'd been when I woke up. Fortunately, Sasha already had breakfast going to rehydrate me, aided by the Schenke twins. The other three freshmen were also up and about. I smiled and offered polite greetings while they tittered and giggled. When they'd first arrived Friday night I thought all five of them were pretty nervous at the idea of being seized unexpectedly and made to have sex with a guy they'd heard about but never met. Four days and three nights later, they'd figured out that despite the charter on the foyer wall, I'd never actually take any of them against their will. And they'd come to relax around me and even flirt quite a bit, perhaps still thinking one of them might win the bounty after all.
In the end, Sasha and I hopped into the Mustang and left the house. Having spent the first five days of Spring Break in the house, I felt a little cooped up and wanted to get away for a bit. Plus, I could use the rest. The harem girls had been extremely horny and with no classes to distract them, I'd been in great demand. Sasha was the perfect companion as we cruised around, going wherever whim took us. On the drive, we talked about the morning's episode with Peyton's surprise blowjob, Sasha being all "I told you so" about Peyton seriously wanting to nail me and me insisting that her ego would never let her make the first move.
"You don't call waking you up with a blowjob to be making the first move?" Sasha asked incredulously.
I shook my head. "It's just a theory, but I'm not sure she meant to put me in her mouth. I actually think she was just curious to see my package up close, and maybe thought she could sneak in and do it."
"And what, she fell in love with your cock at first sight and simply HAD to taste you?"
I shrugged. "Like I said: just a theory. But again, we'll stay at this impasse forever. She's arrogant enough to think she can tease me into losing control and just taking her, which would mean that she'd won. But I won't let her, and I certainly won't fuck her while she still has a boyfriend. It's a game, and neither of us wants to lose."
"Maybe, or maybe she'll just walk away. Maybe she went into your room with a plan to start blowing you and thereby tease you into fucking her against your rules. Or maybe you're right and she couldn't help but put you in her mouth. Either way, she ended up fleeing down the stairs, and can't be feeling too secure in her position over you right now. If you ask me, she's embarrassed and she's not going to be at the house when we get home tonight."
I smirked and shook my head. "Oh, she'll be there all right. She'll be there."
Well, one of us was right.
When we got back, I parked the Mustang, got out of the car, and whistled, idly wondering whether or not Peyton would be there. Sasha seemed to be of like mind, and while we hopped up the porch steps, she turned to me and said, "I bet I'm right."
I stopped five feet from the door and arched an eyebrow. "That Peyton won't be here? How much you wanna bet? Twenty bucks?"
Sasha blanched. "I can't afford to bet money."
I grimaced. "Sorry. How about a blowjob? If I'm right, we go upstairs and you suck me off right then and there. If you're right, we go upstairs and I'll eat you to ... say ... three orgasms."
Sasha chuckled and smiled. "Uh, sure. You're on."
"Alrighty then..." I opened the door, strode in confidently, and then cocked my head in surprise.
There were no sounds in the house, not even the chatter of Tri-Delts being sociable in the living room nor the sounds of cooking in the kitchen. In fact, it sounded like the house was completely empty, and beside me, Sasha glanced over with a smirk. "Looks like I win."
"Ohhhhh..."
The erotic moan came from well ahead of us, and Sasha and I both picked our heads up. We walked another few feet down the hall to the living room archway, and when I looked around the corner, my jaw promptly fell to the floorboards.
Tri-Delt President Peyton Kent indeed was in the house, seated on one of the living room couches, and she was following the evening dress code a little early. Instead of her school clothes, she had stripped down to an electric magenta bra that hugged her full breasts quite nicely, and nothing else.
Seriously, she wore nothing else. Naked from the waist down, Peyton used her right hand to press a blonde head deeper into her crotch, and after a moment I realized it was Pledge Mistress Annette Bergstrom on all fours eating her out, wearing nothing but white lingerie herself. Plus, fiery redhead Natalee Kirby was kneeling on top of the couch seat beside Peyton, alternately making out with her and pressing those freckled 34DDs into Peyton's face.
"Holy shit!" Sasha exclaimed.
Sasha's exclamation got the girls' attention, and all three of them turned to glance at us. Annette had to wipe some girlcum off her chin, but moments later Peyton shoved the Swedish blonde's face back into her crotch before reaching up and squeezing one of Natalee's exposed tits.
"No more bullshit games, Mr. Sorority Cock," Peyton stated haughtily. "No more pansy-ass rules. You've claimed all along that you're more than man enough to satisfy my appetite, and I'm calling your bluff right now. There's a letter, signed by ME, granting you both privilege and purpose to seize and inseminate any Tri-Delt within these walls. You have not only the right, but also the responsibility to take care of the needs of any horny sister that requires your services, and I'm challenging you to fulfill your duty right now. Or are we too much for you to handle?"
The insults to my capability annoyed the sexual creature inside me, but my pride still outweighed her taunts. I sighed and shook my head.
"We've been over this. Boyfriend. Boyfriend. Boyfriend." I pointed at Peyton, Annette, and Natalee each in turn. Folding my arms over my chest, I shrugged and added, "Not going to happen."
"Broken up then." Peyton stated solemnly. "Single, each one of us. Now come and do it."
Annette's head came up in surprise, and keying off that, I arched an eyebrow. "Already broken up? I don't think so. Not yet."
"It will be done. You have my word. Fuck us all and we'll break up with our boyfriends tomorrow."
I shook my head. "Then come back tomorrow. I won't be party to cheating. As it is, your guys could STILL track me down and kick my ass just on principle for being here and watching this, but at least if you're already broken up with them, my conscience will be clear."
"Come on now ... look at this ass..." Peyton reached forward, grabbing the bottom of Annette's white thong and pulling the material of one cheek into her crack. "Don't you want to grab onto this and have your way with her?"
I barked a laugh and started shaking my head. "You don't get it, do you? Your little games probably have worked on every male you've ever come across. You flaunt yourselves in front of them and turn up the heat, and they melt like so much chocolate in your hands. They're guys, and they're horny, and they'll do anything if you give them the right incentives. But that shit doesn't work on me. Been there, done that. Seriously, have you looked around this house? You three are NOT the only hot babes in this room. Sasha, on the floor."
I snapped my fingers, and Sasha's eyes popped wide open in surprise at me suddenly saying her name. My adrenaline was pumping, and I gave her a hard look as I said, "I won the bet, but I'm changing the location. Kneel right here, and open up my fly."
She blinked twice, still in surprise, but to her credit Sasha immediately complied. She sank to her knees in front of me, peeled open my jeans, and then extracted my cock. I'd gotten hard watching Peyton, Annette, and Natalee on the couch, so I was more than ready as Sasha gave me two quick tugs to make sure I was hard before leaning forward and sucking me into her mouth.
I closed my eyes and focused on the sensations. Sasha still wasn't the most accomplished blowjob artist, but she'd been an enthusiastic learner for some time now. I held my hand possessively atop her head, guiding her back and forth motions while she blew me, and I threw a sardonic smile at Peyton. "I'm sure that every other time you've tried to seduce some guy, you and your friends were the center of attention. You had what they wanted, and they'd do anything to get it. But I don't need you. I don't even want you. Why would I when I've got them?"
Andie, Jamie, and Jocelyn were seated at the dining table when I pointed at them. They all had textbooks in front of them, but with Peyton and the other Seniors pulling their little act, I rather doubted they'd actually been studying. It certainly explained why they'd been so quiet when Sasha and I first entered the house.
I snapped my fingers and pointed to Andie. "Your turn, cutie. Right here."
There was no hesitation as the bottle-blonde literally flew out of her chair and knelt beside Sasha. I didn't move my brunette roommate out of the way so much as that I pivoted slightly to the left and pulled out of Sasha's mouth so that Andie could show off her deep-throat skills. She sucked on me for about five seconds before I looked up and found that Jamie AND Jocelyn had come to kneel before me, their mouths gaping open and ready. Andie happily passed me off to Jamie, and the busty Italian brunette started going to town on me. In the meantime, I eyed Jocelyn carefully while she looked up at me and shrugged.
"I want in," she said plainly.
"Your boyfriend?"
"It's just a blowjob."
I'd rather she didn't, but I was starting to get off on the idea of four hot babes kneeling side-by-side just waiting their turn to suck my dick, so I shrugged and pulled out of Jamie's mouth. Jocelyn was quickly on me, giving me a wet and sloppy blowjob while cradling my balls in her fingers. And only then did I look back up at Peyton.
Natalee had slumped to sit beside Peyton, and Annette had gotten up from the floor and sit on the other side. The three of them watched my harem girls fellate me, scowls evident on all three of their faces.
"Fuck you," Peyton practically spat when our eyes met.
I grinned smugly. "No thank you."
With that, Peyton reached over to the coffee table and retrieved a scrap of magenta fabric that I realized were her panties. She started pulling them onto her legs, and Annette and Natalee both looked ready to get up and leave. But just then a new idea came into my head.
"Leaving so soon?" I asked. "You might want to stick around a bit longer. I believe there's a little bit of Sorority business to attend to."
Peyton's eyebrows furrowed in confusion, as did that of my four harem girls when I pulled my cock back and ripped my shirt over my head. I wasn't the most thickly muscled guy on the planet, but all this time of servicing so many willing females in the bedroom had chiseled my pecs and abs until they were defined like granite. Sex is a surprisingly athletic exercise that really develops all muscle groups, especially the core muscles, and I'd already been complimented on how good I looked naked. Add in the bulking up I'd done through Krav Maga, and I liked to think I was a pretty impressive male specimen.
Meanwhile, Andie was already on the ball and she'd untied my shoelaces and helped me pull off both shoes and socks. Dropping my jeans and boxers to the floor, I stepped out of them to leave myself completely naked, and then I walked away from my harem girls and from the Seniors to the third group in the room: the freshmen.
My living room had a couple of chairs and a bench in front of the bay window, and that was where the five freshmen girls had set up when Peyton and company had started their thing. The Schenke twins and Arika Okuma were on the bench, with Kirstie Holland and Alani Williams in the two chairs. Confidently, I strutted up to them, my hard erection bouncing along the way. The Schenke twins were eyeing my package with interest, while the other three looked a little more deer in the headlights at my approach. In a half-second I looked over all five of them and then made my decision, going straight for little Kirstie Holland and taking her by the hand.
"Mind if I borrow your friend, ladies?" I asked the other four. Arika and Alani looked dumbfounded at me, while Jayden and Jordyn Schenke chuckled and waved me on.
Kirstie had gone pale as I pulled her up and out of the chair. Holding her right hand with mine, my left hand was around her waist as I guided her over by the two main couches. Head-nodding to Andie, I said, "Come help me undress your sister."
Andie grinned, getting up off her knees. Andie went straight to her little sister, whispering encouraging words into her ear while standing behind her and reaching down to start pulling up Kirstie's sweater. I was still the only naked one in the room, but that would soon change as I knelt and brought Kirstie's jeans down with me. I helped the 18-year-old slip off her shoes, but on impulse decided to leave her pink socks on. Once her legs were bare, I began caressing her calves and stroking up to her hamstrings, the delicate touch causing her to shiver and smile down at me.
I wasn't worried about the girl's willingness. In the days since she'd arrived, Kirstie Holland had made no secret of her desire to get the Big Ben Experience her older sister had talked about so much. She knew as well as anyone that Andie was totally infatuated with me, and I already knew Andie had been talking me up as the greatest thing like EVAR since well before Peyton made her and the other four freshmen step foot into this house. Already Kirstie was quivering in anticipation, and there was an obvious wet spot at the front of her panties. By now, her big sister had removed her top, so that the only articles of clothing she wore were those panties and her pink socks. This put her perky breasts right in front of me, so familiar in their similarity to the ones Andie still worried weren't big enough for me. I didn't know if Kirstie shared her sister's size-fears, but they were perfect to me, and I quickly tickled a pale pink nipple with my tongue in the same way I knew Andie liked it. Kirstie shivered and let out a keening squeal.
Oh, this is gonna be easy.
She really did look like her sister, apart from her naturally brown hair that Andie dyed blonde. Kirstie was maybe a tad skinnier in the body and a tad pudgier in the cheeks, but they had the same eyes, same nose, and same gaping mouth as she moaned erotically. Because of the resemblance, I felt like I was already familiar with her and her trigger points, so with my hands rubbing all over Kirstie's body, I mauled her tits with my mouth and tongue and brought her to orgasm without even touching her crotch. It was only after she came and her knees buckled that I lay Kirstie across the coffee table with a pillow beneath her head and kissed her lips for the first time. I also slid my hand beneath her panties and hooked a digit into her pussy, fingerbanging her and stroking her clit until she came again. And only then did I finally remove her panties and step back to look down at the pretty girl waiting on the coffee table like she was my next meal.
"Open ... sesame..." I intoned with glittering lights dancing in my eyes, gesturing by slowly spreading my hands out to the sides in coordination with the way Kirstie split her legs apart for me, revealing her puffy pink pussy just waiting for my penetration.
And then she was full of me.
In front of eleven witnesses, Kirstie Holland won the 100-point bounty. The hard wood of the coffee table was unyielding, and probably not the most ideal surface to receive the kind of fucking I gave her. pounded her without mercy, digging my toes into the rug and using the angle to really drive myself to full depth with every thrust. Kirstie's ass would be bruised and sore by tomorrow, but for now all she cared about were the fireworks exploding inside her head. She screamed and thrashed and hung on for dear life as we showed prissy Peyton Kent and her friends exactly what they were missing. And Kirstie shrieked out her orgasms loud enough to alert the neighbors, doing so three times before her eyes rolled up into their sockets and she passed out, her head twisting limply to the left side while I clenched my buttocks and completed the insemination part of my charter.
And we weren't done yet.
Four times I returned to my harem for their oral revival skills. Four times Sasha, Andie, Jamie, and Jocelyn worked together to bring me back to hardness. But none of them got me off. Today those were reserved for the freshmen.
Alani Williams went next. Of medium height and sporting nicely rounded 34Cs, Alani was much darker-skinned than Tonya, the only other black girl I'd ever been with, and my hands gravitated to her mini-Afro. I took her as she perched with her butt halfway over the edge of an armchair, her legs thrown over my shoulders while I suckled on her tits and slid a finger up her ass. She came twice before I knocked her out, timing things again so that the last sensation she felt before inky darkness took her consciousness was that of my creamy white spunk jetting into the back of her womb.
Energized by watching the sex acts before her, Arika Okuma mounted ME on a dining table chair and went for a ride. She had a fairly typical Asian girl frame, slender and shorter with medium-small boobs, and she felt light as a feather as I grabbed onto her ass and practically used her body as a masturbatory tool for my upright cock. After she came for the first time, I picked her up and planted her face-down on the dining table. Her feet didn't quite reach the floor, her legs flailing and dangling as I rutted into her from behind. She scrabbled with her hands to hold on for dear life as I powered her through three orgasms until she passed out, limp and leaking my third ejaculation down the inside of her thighs.
My harem girls had not remained idle during this time. Jamie and Jocelyn had stripped half-naked and were rubbing each other's tits and clits while watching me fuck the shit out of the freshmen girls. Andie and Sasha had gone completely naked and were sixty-nining. But all four neatly assembled on their knees when I needed a recharge.
While the harem got me hard again, Kirstie woke up to find Alani still unconscious in the armchair and Arika slumped over the dining table. Peyton remained where she was, looking pissed but unable to get up and walk away. Annette and Natalee, on the other hand, had started to get into it. And the two Seniors took their cue from my harem girls, sitting next to each other on the couch fingering each other while watching the live sex acts taking place only a few feet in front of them.
I'd saved the Schenke twins for last, and nobody in the room was surprised when I collected them as a pair. Standing fully 5'10" with slender builds and C-cup racks, they could have passed for lingerie models, especially with their exotic beauty. I would find out later they were the product of a Swiss German father and Native American mother, having inherited the best qualities of both.
I started by kissing Jayden and then moving over to Jordyn, referring to both girls by name the whole time. They had been impressed by my ability to distinguish one from the other from the first day, and I'd confessed to having identical twin sisters of my own to teach me how to read identifying marks. To my surprise, it was while I was still kissing Jordyn that Jayden invaded our liplock, her lips and tongue impacting her sister's without a single flinch. They did not resist when I impulsively backed up and pushed their faces together, and the twins rewarded me by fully making out with wet, sloppy kisses while several of the other girls gasped in surprise. I knew then that this afternoon could not end without seeing the Schenkes sixty-nine, although that didn't happen right away. Instead, I guided Jordyn onto her back across the long 3-cushion couch and put Jayden directly on top of her, face-to-face and tit-to-tit, watching the twins continue to make out while I eased my cock into Jayden from behind.
Even though I started in Jayden, I finished in Jordyn after switching back and forth between their pussies for a good fifteen minutes. Having cum three times this afternoon already, I had plenty of staying power and decided not to knock either of them out just yet. And after depositing my fourth load into Jordyn's snatch, I backed away and smirked, watching the twins grind their cunts against each other with my creamy sperm between them as lube.
I returned to my four harem girls for a final time, watching as all of them took turns or shared in orally bringing my cock back to life for a magical fifth time. When they were done, rather than let them go back to their own pleasures, I instead sent them after the freshmen, all of whom had woken up by now and had returned to their area by the bay window. Cum-hungry Jamie immediately went after creampies while the others more sedately played "getting to know you". Alani and Arika played along well enough, but hesitated somewhat in a way that made me deduce that both of them were a little more straight than the others. Kirstie, on the other hand, lezzied out quite happily, and my interest was piqued further when I saw her French kissing Andie quite enthusiastically.
In the meantime, I finally got to watch Jayden and Jordyn sixty-nine, fucking Jordyn from behind before pulling out and aiming down at Jayden's mouth, and then moving to the other side of the rug and doing the same but in reverse order. But in the end, I had the Schenkes kneel on the 3-cushion couch while facing the backrest for support. I rutted away into Jayden while Jordyn wrapped an arm around her twin sister's waist, kissing and caressing my fuckee while I simultaneously fingered Jordyn with my free hand. I switched over to Jordyn's cunt then, fingering Jayden while Jayden held, kissed, and caressed her twin. And I kept that up, switching back and forth between identical pussies, for quite a while.
By now my cock was sore and my balls were tingling. Four ejaculations over the span of nearly two hours take a lot out of a guy, but I wasn't done yet. Both Schenkes were still conscious, and I had a reputation to protect. So I switched over to Jordyn and concentrated on her. My hands had mapped out her trigger spots, and I slid my hand forward to cover her mouth. With the fingers of my right hand bracketing her clit, I started strumming away while adding a little more power to my thrusts. And when she began gasping in a tell-tale way, I knew I had her.
One ... two ... three ... Touchdown. And one of the Schenke twins went to sleep.
Having seen it happen three times already, Jayden wasn't overly alarmed when her sister passed out. But she did suddenly realize that the same was about to happen to her, and she tensed up in nervousness. Flipping her over so that we were face-to-face, I kissed her and reassured her that everything would be alright. At the same time, I caught Andie's attention and behind Jayden's head where she couldn't see, I gestured for a special little item Andie knew I loved to use. My little cutie left the room and headed upstairs to retrieve it, and in the meantime I slid back inside Jayden and gently rocked her with smooth thrusts while we kissed and I fondled her back to calmness.
But that calmness only lasted a short while. Jayden never realized Andie was beside us until my cutie suddenly pushed a lubricated finger up her ass. She started whimpering with true fear as Andie added a second. But I already knew her pleasure points quite well, and all she could think about was the way I was stroking her to a fresh climax. And right around the time she felt Andie shove a third finger up her ass, the gorgeous Schenke twin moaned into my palm over her mouth as she clenched up and came again.
"Unnnnnggghhhh-HNGK ... UCCKKK!!"
Jayden's moan abruptly cut off when Andie's three fingers up her ass were suddenly replaced by my cock. Her aqua-green eyes flew open wide in surprise, but there was nothing she could do as I was already balls deep in her colon and fucking her harder than ever. Briefly, her hands wobbled aimlessly in the air a few inches away from my shoulders while her head fell back and she tried to absorb the new sensation of her ass being filled with man meat. But eventually she managed to grab onto my shoulders and hang on for the ride as she surrendered to the feeling of my cock burrowing up her ass and sending her on her way to one last orgasm.
One ... Two ... Three ... Touchdown. The second Schenke twin went to sleep.
Her body had gone limp beneath me, but her asshole was still extra-tight. I only had a few more strokes to go, so I pumped one ... two ... three more times before getting my own touchdown. And burying my dick as far as it would go, I sprayed out my last load, hosing down Jayden's rectal cavity with every drop of sperm I had left.
Without a word, Peyton got up, got dressed, and left the house.
-- FRIDAY, MARCH 31, 2006, SPRING BREAK --
"You didn't seriously say 'Open sesame', did you?" Paige gawked at me, her eyes goggling. The four of us had decided to meet up for lunch in Palo Alto and hang out, since we four were on Spring Break and our Stanford friends were not.
Sasha was cracking up, covering her mouth and trying not to choke on her lunch. "He did," she managed to gasp, tears of laughter forming in her eyes.
"And she really just..." Paige put her hands together, fingers up, and then slowly opened them into a V-shape.
Sasha managed to snort a bit of diet coke out one nostril.
"Piece of work you are," Paige chuckled with a wry shake of her head.
I shrugged. "I was in a mood."
"I'll bet." Paige shook her head and looked at Bert while jerking a thumb back at me. "You sure you don't want in on this?"
Bert's hands went up defensively. "Oh, hell no."
Paige then arched an eyebrow at Sasha. "And you're really okay with this?"
Sasha had cleaned up her face and patted my hand on top of the table. "He's been nothing but 100% honest with me. I'm taking things one day at a time. In the meantime, it's certainly been entertaining."
Bert nodded. "Can't say that life being your friend has ever been boring."
"Even so..." I sighed, shaking my head as I thought about how the house might very well be filled tonight with harem girls, freshmen Tri-Delts, AND Peyton's crew. "I never expected things to turn out THIS crazy."
Paige reached across the table and patted my hand. "It won't last forever, but enjoy it while it does. You've been through enough emotionally to deserve a little freedom to go buck wild."
I smiled and nodded.
"So what about Peyton?" Bert asked. "What happens next with her?"
"I don't know. She pulled out the full court press, offering up her friends to join us and challenging my manhood to prove I could satisfy her. I'd like to think I turned the tables by taking the freshmen girls instead, but I really have no idea how she'll react. Maybe she'll give up and go home. But more likely, she'll come back even angrier than before, dreaming up some new plot I can't even fathom right now. That's the part that has me worried."
"Worried?" Sasha asked.
I sighed. "I seem to be in control within the walls of my own house, but she's got a lot of influence over the sorority girls. Piss her off enough and I could mess things up for Andie, Jamie, and the others, and I really don't want that."
"Mess things up?"
My eyebrows popped. "You're new enough that you don't know a lot of what goes on inside that sorority, but Peyton's got a lot of power. Technically, none of the harem girls are my girlfriends, not even Andie or Jamie. 'Girlfriends' have special rights, but since they aren't, they don't have the same immunity from certain duties or challenges the Tri-Delt higher ups might give them. For example, Peyton could theoretically order them to spend a week in a frat house. I didn't think my girls would actually do it, not for all the points or demerits in the world. But even something a lot less dramatic could make life tough for my girls, solely to get back at me. And Peyton seems just capricious enough to do it."
Sasha frowned but shook her head slowly. "I don't know. Have you ever considered the thought that she might just really like you?"
"Like me? Not in a million years," I laughed. "This battle we've been having is about power, not love. Sex is just a tool in these games."
She shook her head more vigorously. "I see the way she looks at you. She looks down on everyone else but you've managed to impress her. She's so accustomed to being in control that she doesn't know what to do with you. It's a weird situation and she's not used to these feelings, so she's not sure how to handle it, especially since you're so close to me, Andie, and Jamie. But seriously, the girl is infatuated."
I rolled my eyes. "Just because you're in love with me doesn't mean everybody else is, too. Peyton's a snake: prissy and arrogant and used to getting her way."
Sasha shrugged. "I agree that she would've had to be an aggressive social climber to reach the top of the Tri-Delt hierarchy. But at the same time, the President is an elected position and she couldn't have pissed off TOO many people along the way and still achieved it. Plus, how do you reconcile the coldly calculating power-hungry bitch with the scared little girl who ran away after realizing she'd sucked your dick into her mouth. What was THAT about?"
I screwed up my face. "I don't know. That was weird."
"Seriously," Sasha said brightly. "She's practically lived in your house for the entire last week, flirting and bantering and more or less daring you to just grab her and fuck the shit out of her 24/7. Who does that solely for a game? We're talking a lot of time and commitment here. People don't become that obsessed unless they really care."
"So what, you're saying she's turned into my stalker?"
Paige piped up, "Certainly sounds like one right now."
I rolled my eyes. "She's not all over me 24/7. She imported her friends into my house to keep herself company and only deigns to talk to me every now and again to fuck with me. This is a power game, nothing more. She knows I don't want to fuck her because she's got a boyfriend, but she's deliberately trying to get me to break that rule just so she can claim a victory over me. The minute I try to actually invoke the seize and inseminate charter, she'll slap me and tell me 'No means no', at which point I rape her – which we all know I won't actually do – or I let her go and she wins. This is a game. She doesn't actually want me."
"Wanna bet?"
My eyebrows went up. "A bet? Again? You were wrong last time."
"I won't be wrong this time," Sasha stated confidently.
"Fine then. Same bet?"
"Let's up the ante." Sasha grinned. "When I'm right, and it turns out that she actually likes you, you take me out on a one-on-one date."
That got eyebrows raised all around the table. "And if I win?"
Sasha shrugged and said in an achingly sincere voice, "You already know you can have whatever you want from me, whenever you want it."
I felt my heart thump in my chest, a sensation I wasn't quite used to feeling. Not just the physical organ, but the emotional core that DJ had said I'd put up on a shelf. My first instinct had been to suggest something a little outside of Sasha's comfort zone, some sexual shenanigans that would excite the both of us and would allow her to do something naughty under the guise of her having to do it to pay off the bet. But the moment called for something less crass, and not being able to think of anything right away, I said, "Fine then. If and when Peyton proves her indifference, I'll think of something."
"Deal," Sasha replied. "But you're wrong. And you'll find out soon enough."
Just then, my phone went off. I flipped it open and arched an eyebrow to see Andie Holland on the display. Hitting the TALK button, her voice suddenly filled my ear. "Ben! There you are! You won't believe the news!"
I furrowed my eyebrows and sat up straight. Placing my head to the side, I asked into the phone, "What news?"
"Peyton broke up with her boyfriend."
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