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(MF, 1st, exh, orgy, rom) *** This story occurred the year after a serious hazing accident in New England, but before the rules had gotten so very strict about initiations. I was a freshman at a Midwestern University, and I had just undergone what was to be one of the most trying and at the same time most rewarding experiences of my life. It began shortly after I registered at the university and I received an invitation to participate in fraternity rush. One of my friends John, who graduated a year ahead of me from high school, had joined a fraternity, so I went to him for advice. He was honest with me and explained the advantages and disadvantages as he saw them. He explained that the fraternity system required extra time and money but that, if I chose correctly might help me a great deal. His fraternity was for engineering students, they provided him with guidance to develop good study habits, as well as help with difficult courses from frat brothers who had finished the course. They had copies of old tests from some professors so that he could see what kinds of questions were likely to be on the test and what he needed to study for. Since I had never been challenged in high school and had gotten good grades without developing good study habits, I decided that this might be of benefit for me. I decided to attend rush week. I attended parties at six frat houses and noticed that some of the rules had changed. John mentioned that his rush parties had been beer busts. The parties were now dry. I knew about the kid in Boston who had died of alcohol poisoning the previous year so I understood why. I was told that the inter-fraternity committee was trying to clean up the Greek image. One of the active members mentioned to me that the physical harassment and mass alcohol consumption was out now, but that there would still be some initiations and they did have some ideas for fun which would not violate the new rules. He hinted that while at first it would seem tame, there would be some great parties later after the heat was off. I put in my preferences and was bid at my first choice. I was very pleased since I had really liked this house. I moved into the house and began to adjust to college life. I had attended classes and was beginning to appreciate the study hall rules and see the value of my decision. Then came Hell Week. One Saturday morning before dawn I was awakened by an active member. I and my fellow pledges were taken to a large basement room. Here we were told that the house wanted to be sure that we valued our membership. We would be asked to participate in some activities designed to test our desire to be members. One week from tomorrow the actives would vote on who would be offered membership. Our actions over the next week would determine if our names were listed or removed from the member’s log. Just one active could black ball us for any perceived lack of enthusiasm. Our first challenge each morning would be the physical training program. We were given sleeveless t-shirts and boxer shorts to wear and told to put them on, get some running shoes and report to the front of the building. As I moved to the stairs in order to get my shoes several actives began yelling at me to hurry up and get outside. I panicked and ran to my room where another active was waiting. When I tried to put on the boxers and T-shirt he stood beside me and screamed to get dressed and get a move on. I quickly slipped into the boxers which were several sizes too large crammed my feet into a pair of sneakers and ran down the stairs holding my boxers up with one hand. We were organized into a group and made to run down fraternity row to a park which bordered on sorority hill. In the center of the park there was a large soccer field surrounded by bushes; this was to be our exercise area. All the way actives lined the street jeering at us to run faster. There we met with a similar group from our sister sorority. We formed into two lines, one of each sex and turned to face our exercise partner. Across from me stood the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. She was dressed like me in men’s boxer shorts and sleeveless t-shirt. I could see her nipples standing erect under her shirt in the cool morning air. On closer inspection I could see the dark circles of her areola, and even a slightly darker area where her blond pubic hair was just visible through the white cloth of her shorts. She was tall, slender, and had green eyes above her cute dimpled cheeks. She too was holding up her shorts with one hand. Then the exercises began. First we did push ups. An active walked between the rows criticizing our stile and requiring us to keep our heads up. Looking across the row I saw my female counterpart straining to keep up. Her overly large t-shirt bagged down in front revealing beautiful breasts through the open neck. I struggled not only to keep up with the push ups but to control my building erection. I didn’t want to embarrass myself in front of this wondrous female. Beside, I was sure that getting a woody might make it very difficult to do push ups. Next we were told to do jumping jacks. I panicked again. There was no way I could do any jumping jacks without the oversize shorts sliding down to my ankles. The actives began to yell again and threaten black balling. The pledge to my left began to exercise and so I did as well. Catcalls broke out from the actives surrounding the exercisers. Looking around me I found that almost every pledge had lost his or her shorts. None had been allowed to wear undergarments. Across from me a vision of loveliness was naked from the waist down. Her active shouted in her ear to keep exercising and she did. I could see he slit opening and closing as she moved. Her clit protruded trough the blond pubic hair. I lost my battle with my manhood and sprang into full woody. I almost tripped over my shorts while trying continuing the exercise. The man to my left went down with a heavy thud and a grunt. We were told to stop exercising and left to stand looking across the row. My vision looked at my erection then brought her gaze up to my face and looked me in the eye while treating me to a cover girl smile. She pointedly kept her eyes up as if trying to be courteous. I tried less successfully to keep my eyes elevated but found myself glancing down at her body, unable to resist looking at her beauty. She smiled again. The active who stood between the rows yelled at us, "Alright you maggots stop exposing yourselves and get ready to do some sit- ups. Ladies on your backs, men hold the ankles. "We all pulled up our shorts and the women lay down on their backs with their legs bent and the men moved to take their ankles. As I knelt over my partner and grasped her ankles she smiled and said, "Hi I’m Sarah." I returned her smile and said, "Hi I’m Steve." The leader commanded us to begin exercising and Sarah began to do her sit-ups. Looking down I saw that her boxers would gap open at the legs each time she came up. I had a close up view of her genitals with each sit-up. I moved my head to the side trying to be polite but was immediately accosted by an active who warned me that I had better keep my eyes to the front. We were then told to change places. I lay on my back with my shorts tented up in front. Sarah knelt over me and looked down on me as I exercised. Thoughts of giving up avoiding more embarrassment disappeared, replaced by a desire to do what ever it took just to be near Sarah. We were called back to our feet and each line separated for the run back to their respective houses. Once back we were told that we could adjust our exercise uniform for tomorrow’s run. Also we were informed that tonight would be the first social of the year, and we were expected to attend. Back at the frat house I put a crude draw string into my boxer shorts hoping to avoid a repetition of today’s embarrassment. I thought seriously about how much I wanted to be in the house and decided to continue for two reasons. One, I wanted to continue seeing Sarah and this seemed to be the best way. Two, I knew that the organized study program would be good for me, and I didn’t want to lose it. I did some laundry and then went down for lunch. The guys were ribbing me about my ogling Sarah. One of the actives, Ben, who was sitting near my table leaned back and said, "Don’t let it bother you, they’re jealous, she’s quite a looker. If you don’t hit it off with her, introduce me to her. I’d like a shot at getting to know someone like that. Oh, and by the way she seemed quite taken with your equipment. Good luck." After lunch I went down to the study hall and signed in. I had some time to put in and needed to go over my Chemistry better. At dinner I just smiled when some of the pledges started in about Sarah again. I then went up to my room to get ready for the social. After getting dressed in slacks and sports jacket I went down to the common room. Some of the guys were starting to gather and an active recruited us to help decorate. We had just finished putting up some ribbons and lights when the girls arrived. I waited in the background until I saw Sarah then came forward and said "hi." She turned and saw me, then broke into a smile that could have been the power source for a major city. The whole room seemed to light up. We moved to some chairs at the side of the room and began to get to know each other. We discussed the morning’s events and she confessed that she had briefly reconsidered her pledging to her house. But like me had decided to hang in and keep trying. We exchanged information about our classes and families. I soon found myself sitting closer to her and was pleased when she reached out and took my hand. The music started and I asked her to dance. It was a slow song so she moved into my arms then placed her head on my shoulder. Initially I had one hand on her hip and held her hand with the other. After a time we moved closer together and I dropped both hands to hold her while she placed both of her hands behind my neck. We swayed together to the music and I felt her caressing the back of my neck. I nuzzled her cheek and kissed her softly on the neck. The song ended and we stood together looking each other in the eyes. I never wanted that moment to end. The music started again and as we began to dance she looked up at me as if expecting something. She raised her lips and I kissed her. Ben came by and said, "Whoa you two, you’re supposed to be getting to know everyone. Let me cut in so you can circulate a little then you can reclaim her latter." I danced with several other pledges and a few actives from our sister house. I kept my eye on Sarah who was being passed from one brother to another and never lacked for a partner. They called for a break and played a silly game that involved having the name of a celebrity stuck to your back; you then had to ask others yes or no questions and try to determine who your character was. I moved around the room and after a few good questions made a lucky guess that my character was Rambo. Sarah was lady Godiva and she had some trouble figuring it out. But eventually she got it right. The music started again and I made a beeline for Sarah getting there just before about six other guys. We again moved in close and whispered to each other about how hard it had been waiting to dance with each other again. We stayed together despite efforts of others to cut in, for the next three songs. Then another break was called and balloons were brought out. Sarah groaned, "Not another game." I nodded in agreement. The rules were explained. Each couple was to place a balloon between their knees and with out using hands try to work it upward until it was between their chests. They would then squeeze each other with the winner being the couple who broke their balloon first. I thought to myself that just maybe this might not be such a bad game after all. We were able to work the balloon almost high enough to break before I heard a popping sound from across the room. If I hadn’t been so distracted by rubbing myself against Sarah we might have won. I asked her if she needed a break from dancing and she nodded. We moved onto the terrace and sat on the stone railing facing the double doors. It was beginning to cool off so I had an excuse to move in close and place my arm around her. Soon we were kissing passionately. The evening ended when the lights came up in the common room and everyone began saying their goodbyes. I walked Sarah back to her house and kissed her goodnight. One of her actives broke us up scolding her for hogging all the good looking guys. On my walk back my feet scarcely touched the pavement. On my entry into the house I was greeted by cat calls and asked if I had gotten lucky by at least five guys. I blushed and moved upstairs to get ready for bed. The next morning I was awakened once again before dawn and made to dress in my t-shirt and boxers. We jogged to the park and met up with the female exercise group. I tried to line up across from Sarah again but couldn’t work it out. Too many other guys crowded into that spot and we had to move quickly when the instructor began yelling about how we must be idiots who couldn’t even form a line. I ended up three guys down from Sarah who gave me a sympathetic look. Exercise proceeded in the same fashion as the previous day but without any dropped boxers. When we did our sit-ups I once again was presented with the sight of my partner’s exposed genitals peeking out from the open gap of her lose boxers. She was a lovely redhead named Rose, who would have normally been a likely prospect for a date, but my thought were on Sarah and I couldn’t help but wonder if her exercise partner was getting an eye full as well. I glanced in her direction and confirmed that, based on the tent in his boxers, indeed he was being treated to a view of her open slit. We returned to the house and given time to shower and change before church services. I found myself walking down the street with Ben headed toward the Methodist church. I usually went Baptist but knew from the social that Sarah planed to attend the Methodist. Ben congratulated me on my finding such a hot chic so quickly. He suggested that I consider slowing things down a little because the house had no provisions for married couples. I blushed again, and tried to tell him not to worry, but then realized that he knew my heart better than I. I was indeed in Love. At church Sarah’s sisters had already filled a pew and I was forced to sit with the guys. The service seemed long and boring. The sermon was something about helping the less fortunate and giving to the mission in Africa. When the service ended I tried to reach Sarah so we could walk back together but her sisters herded her out the door and she was a block away before I could shake the minister’s hand and get out the door myself. When I arrived back at the house I called to see if Sarah wanted to go to lunch with me. I was informed that she had already left for town with some of her sisters. I ended up shooting some pool in the basement with Ben and some of the other actives. It was evening before Sarah returned my call, and by then too late to get together. We talked until someone kicked her off the phone then I went to bed. The early mornings and long day yesterday had worn me out. Even though tired I still had trouble falling asleep because of the visions of me dancing with Sarah which continued to fill my head. The next morning I was unable to even get close to Sarah as there seemed to be a conspiracy among the instructors to keep us apart. I showered and dressed then hurried of to class. After classes I logged into study hall and finished my preparation for tomorrow’s classes. There was to be another social that evening so I was looking forward to seeing Sarah after dinner. When the sisters finally arrived I was almost panicked because I couldn’t see her at first. When she finally came in I rushed over and said "hi." She moved in close and kissed me quickly, then parted as an active began to explain the event. This would be the beginning of our preparation for the big intramural games competition. Each of us would decide which games we wanted to participate in and form teams. Team coaches began rotating to the front of the room to explain why their event was the best in an effort to recruit players. Sign up sheets were posted around the room. Sarah and I decided to try to be on the same teams even if it meant going out for sports we didn’t normally get involved in. I stayed away from the football sign up which would have been my first choice normally because Sarah didn’t want to try out for it. Instead we signed up for co-ed volleyball, group competition twister (what ever that was) and something called round robin competition chairs, because it was the last open co-ed event by the time we got there. I was encouraged by some actives to sign up for some track events so I checked them out. I had sprinted and thrown the discus in high school but the shortest run was a 400 meter and they only had the shot-put. I signed up for those as the closest events to what I had already done. Ben asked me what I had signed up for and I told him. He approved of the track, but looked at me questioningly when I told him of the volleyball, twister and competition chairs. He seemed to be about to say something when I told him that Sarah and I wanted to be on the same teams. He then looked at me with understanding and just nodded. There was a volleyball match between our paired houses and four other paired houses the following evening. The twister match was later that night and the chairs were scheduled for Thursday evening. On Friday a huge dance for Greeks only would be held. This worked well since Wednesday was the track meet. The twister coach called for his team and six of us moved over to see what he had to say. He told us that competition to keep things fair would be in our exercise uniforms. I didn’t understand why this should be so I asked why. He said that in order to make it fair we should have the same uniforms as the others. I still didn’t understand but let it slide. We were to meet in the common room of one of the fraternities across the street in a half hour. Everyone broke up to go after their uniforms. We met at the appointed time and the coach began to discuss strategy. I wondered how there could be strategy for twister but listened closely anyway. He wanted us to lose our first match because it would distract the other teams. He said that since there were four matches then the finals and only the finals counted for a victory all we needed to do was not be eliminated before the finals. He said that "This always works so just do it." Then he said, "Remember boxers first." I was totally confused at this point. Sarah and I paired up and moved to our first match. The colored dot mats ware spread around the room, with ours in one corner. All along the walls were chairs with spectators watching. I wondered why the big turn out to watch twister. We were greeted by a referee who introduced the couple we were to play against. I had just put my hand on a red dot when Sarah sort of lost her balance and dropped one knee. She stepped off the mat and then looked at me expectantly. I dutifully dropped down on one knee after the next color call. The referee turned to us and said, "Your choice, drop one garment." Looking around the room I could see losers removing shoes. I caught the coach’s eye and he yelled "boxers." I turned to Sarah and she looked back with a startled expression, and said, "Strip twister." It all made sense now. I understood why Ben had given me the strange look and why we had been given the strange strategy. Sarah dropped her boxers and looked around the room as she blushed bright red. I followed her lead and even imitated the blush. During our next match the male competitor was indeed distracted. He kept trying to move to where he could get a better view of Sarah and dropped out quickly. The woman soon followed when she lost he balance while trying to avoid putting her face into my crotch in order to reach her color. They each removed their socks following the match. In the third round, our male opponent maneuvered behind Sarah who was down on hands and feet so that he could reach between her legs to get the next color. He was successful and managed to brush along her genitals with his hand and forearm. I could see a streak of moisture from his wrist to elbow. Sarah gave him a dirty look but didn’t protest. When the next color was called I trod on his hand and was warned by the ref. He finally fell because he had reached so far under Sarah in order to get his color that he was off balance. His team-mate followed him out on the next color call because Sarah got to the dot first and she had nowhere to reach. This was the first loss for these opponents so they each removed their shoes. In our last match before the finals our female opponent was distracted by finding my erection bobbing in her face after the third color and didn’t even reach for her dot until the ref called her out. The male made a valiant effort but finally went down when he couldn’t reach his color without losing his balance. The finals consisted of teams which had won at least half their matches. Four teams remained. This would be double elimination. Against the first team we fought hard and eventually triumphed. Then we were matched against last years champion team. They had not lost a match yet this evening. We lost concentration and were in trouble. I was in an inverted position with one hand and foot on each color. Sarah faced away from me bent at the waist to show me her beautiful slit. As I waited for the next color call I developed a woody which could have pounded nails. I had been half to medium hard since the first match but this was a splendid erection. Staring into the open vulva of a beautiful woman caused me to fantasize about getting lucky with her. I was lining my erection up with her opening and inching my way forward until our organs almost touched. It was all innocent in intent, I did not intend any physical contact, just wanted to make my fantasy as real as possible. When the next color was called Sarah tried to reach behind her for her next dot. I had only to move a foot from one dot to another and was still stable. Suddenly Sarah lost her balance and flailing her arms fell backward upon me. My aim had been perfect and even though I had never intended to actually follow up on my fantasy it came true anyway. She landed sitting upright upon my lower abdomen. I felt a blinding pain as my erection was nearly bent in half, then I felt warmth surround me as I slid into her body. I had been knocked onto the mat and Sarah now sat impaled upon my penis. She had a stunned look on her face and was making a sort of mewling noise. She tried to stand and fell back again pushing me even deeper into her vagina. Cat calls erupted from though out the room as the spectators began to point and nudge their neighbors. Sarah sat motionless for a moment as if tiring to sort out what had just happened to her. She turned to me and gave me a strange look then said, "I would have wanted it to be you anyway." She rocked her hips a few times and let out a groan. She rose up half off of me and plunged downward as if losing her balance. This caused me to fire a stream of semen into her body. Apparently this was what she was delaying for and turned to smile at me. When she finally moved from me I understood. A small amount of blood mixed with sperm ran from her opening. She had been virgin until this moment. We asked the ref how long until the next match and he said to take our time as we had one more match and they would wait until we were ready. I helped Sarah to the restroom so she could clean up. When she came out I tried to apologize but she wouldn’t hear of it. She emphatically insisted that accidents happen and this was not my fault. She kissed me and asked if I were hurt. When I shook my head she took my hand and led me back to the last match. All other teams were out now except for one. The team who we had just lost to had been so stunned by our accident that they had lost the next two matches while we were recovering. We won the last match and left in triumph. After the events during the twister competition the brothers began calling me Buster. The Volleyball match was lost quickly since few of our team had any experience. Like the twister it was strip volleyball. The rule required losing teams to remain naked until the end of the matches. We sat naked in the bleachers watching the other teams play until the end. I talked with Sarah about our accident and she was satisfied that I had not tried to hurt or take advantage of her in any way. I also asked her if we needed to be concerned about possible pregnancy. She smiled and remarked that her doctor had prescribed birth control for her to help reduce her menstrual cramps, so we had little to worry about. We felt closer than ever and I knew I was falling for her big time. I asked her if she would accept my pin once we were full members and she cried and said of course. The track meet was campus wide; open to all dorms, Greeks, and off campus students who had signed up. I did well at the track meet, finishing second in the 400 m due to a last minute sprint when Sarah inspired me with her cheers. In the shot-put a strange thing happened. I signed in a waited fro my turn to throw. As I watched I was astounded by the distance some of the competitors were throwing. I planed to do my best but figured I would be lucky not to be in last place. When my turn came as expected I was nowhere close to first. My best effort placed me mid-pack. When the judge announced the places I was astounded to hear my name as first place in the fraternity division. I asked him why and was told that the other competitors had all been from different divisions, and each division was ranked separately. It seems that I was the only Greek who signed up for this event. The last of our events was Thursday evening, like twister it required the exercise uniform to be worn. I had asked around about the event and all I could get for answers were comments like, "Don’t worry Buster, I’m sure that you of all people will do just fine." When I met Sarah for dinner she looked very uncertain. I asked her what was wrong and she explained, "The game is like musical chairs except that they don’t remove a chair after each round. The men sit in the chairs facing outward and the women walk around them. It starts with everyone dressed and after each round the last person to sit down removes one of her articles of clothing and one of the articles from the man she sat on. The competition continues as long as the men can maintain an erection. As each man becomes limp he is removed from the circle. Women who can not find a place to sit also leave. Since sex takes place in public there is usually a big turn out, the event is held at the old theater and only Greeks are invited." I looked her in the eye and said, ‘Maybe we should drop out." She said "I thought of that but that bitch Loraine, said that she would black ball me if I didn’t at least try." I knew how much Sarah wanted to be chosen for one of the slots at her sorority, but this was too high a price. I told her that "We should both drop out and move to the dorms, because I didn’t think this was a good idea." She looked me in the eye and said, "That’s why I love you, you are so considerate, and such a gentleman." I looked back and said, "You love me? Oh my God I’ve wanted to say that to you for so long, but I’ve been afraid that it was too soon. I love you too." She moved closer to me and kissed me. Then she said, "I think I could do it if we were able to do it right first. Would you take me away somewhere and make love to me? Then what ever happens at the event will not bother me, because I will have your love, and you will have been my first true lover. What happened at the twister will be a gift from God, his message to us that we were meant to be." I said, "You would have sex in public with other men just to get into the sorority?" She looked shocked, and responded, "No, I would have sex with you in public, if you asked me to. Indeed we already have in a way. If another man happened to become a part of our lovemaking I would tolerate him while waiting for you to come to me." "Are you sure?" I said. She just nodded and kissed me again. We drove to a motel on the outskirts of town and got a room. I produced a bouquet of a dozen red roses from the trunk of the car and presented them to Sarah. When she accepted them I unlocked the door, then picked her up and carried her into the room. She excused herself and moved into the bath while I got into bed. When she came out she was wearing a white baby doll gown. Even after seeing her semi naked so many times this last week; this was special. I couldn’t make out much of her beautiful body, but this time it was for me. She came into our bed and then into my arms. I spent the next few minutes trying to remove that beautiful gown with out trying to be obvious about it. Finally she turned to me and asked, "What’s the problem? I didn’t want to wear it all night you know." I responded, "It was so beautiful I didn’t want to take it off." She pulled me to her, raised up the gown and placed my hand on her breast. She said, "Take it easy I’m still a little sore from playing twister. I must be one of the lucky few who have a small thin hymen or we couldn’t be doing this at all." I grinned and began to caress her body. When I worked my way down to her slit I found it to be open and very moist. I felt just fine to me and I could tell from the way that she rocked her hips that she found it to be just fine as well. She rolled over pulling me on top and told me in no uncertain terms, "Do it right this time, no quick in and out leaving me unsatisfied, like last time." I did my best and she made sure that I knew that this time she was satisfied. I’m sure that her moans during her climax could be heard clear down by the pool. I wondered why no one called the cops to report a murder. But then again perhaps such sounds are not that uncommon here. The second time lasted longer and we rolled over with her on top. She seemed to prefer this as it gave her more control and she discovered how to move her hips so that her cervix slid over the head of my penis in a sort of internal caress. I had to make her stop twice so that I wouldn’t finish too quickly. I wanted to make love to this wonderful woman for the rest of my life and I told her so. She explained that this would be the last time tonight as it was getting late and we both had classes tomorrow; but promised to hold me to my word. When we met after her last class I presented her with a diamond engagement ring and asked her to be my wife. I suggested once again that we drop out of the competition. Her response was to kiss me firmly and say’ "After last night no one can ever really make love to me again except you. You have my heart. So long As I have yours another man’s touch will have no meaning." We stopped for dinner then we went back to the houses to get our exercise uniforms then walked to the theater together hand in hand. On the stage were sixteen chairs placed in a circle. Large mirrors hung from the walls on all sides save toward the audience. That side was packed with what must have been every Greek in town. A stereo and speakers were in one corner of the stage and two people stood next to it; the president of the inter-fraternity council and his date. Waiting on stage were a number of men and women in exercise uniforms. Several more pledges in uniform followed us in. The President called the room to order then instructed each of the men to sit in one of the chairs. He explained the rules and asked if anyone wanted to leave. Since no one moved he declared that the competition was among consenting adults and could begin. He started the music and the women began to move around the ring. Some were dancing seductively others simply walked. When the music stopped one woman deliberately waited for the others to sit down. She then moved to the last man took off his boxers and her own; then sat on his lap facing the audience. She was quite blatant about making sure everyone saw her reach behind and insert him into her vagina. She stoked the head of his penis along her labia for a few moments then sat down wiggling her hips with relish. Before the music started again it was obvious to everyone that he had climaxed within her body. When the music started she rose from him, dripping, and began to dance seductively around the circle. The audience went berserk. Cheers and cat calls were loudly made along with suggestions as to what she should do next. When this sex demon pasted me she looked me in the eye and stuck out her tongue to lick her lips. I could see fluids running down her legs and matting her pubic hair. When the music stopped again she tried to get to me but Sarah beat her to my lap. She turned to face me and kissed me passionately much to the approval of the audience. The succubus, as I began to think of her, chose a different victim. This time it was the man to my right. She stripped off his boxers and tossed them to the center of the circle. She then removed her top and repeated her previous performance with the same result. As the music played again she stood and moved with her usual sensual glide. As Sarah stood she remarked that "The bitch is cheating." The succubus overheard this remark and from the look in her eyes I knew war had been declared. When the music stopped Sarah tried to get to me again but a third woman beat both her and the succubus to me. Sarah ended sitting on the man to my left. I watched him slide his hands under her t-shirt to fondle her breasts. He pushed his hips against her dry humping her without penetration. She looked at me and saw my anger. She said, "Its okay it means nothing, let him have his fun." I calmed myself and marveled at the woman I had found. Before the music started again I told her to stop trying to get to me each time as soon as one of the men dropped or she would be out. She nodded her understanding. At the next halt succubus found the first man she had gotten to again. This time when she arose he did not. One down, fifteen to go. Now succubus couldn’t play her waiting game any longer least she be removed for losing her seat. I fearful that Sarah would try to get to me again and be removed but I saw that she had listened well and took a place immediately. The next to the last woman stood, removed her t-shirt and the boxers of the man she had sat on and resumed her seat. He placed both hands on her tits and seemed enjoy them. The woman who was left without a place to sit moved over to the sidelines and sat against the wall to watch. Three more rounds occurred before another man wore out. Some of those men who had not yet lost their boxers pulled them down and exposed themselves. At this point most of the men and many of women were semi-naked and sex was occurring with about half of the couples almost every round. Several of the men had climaxed but managed to maintain their hardness. The succubus was striving to bring a man off each time she sat down. She was completely naked and her cunt absolutely dripped with the semen of her previous partners. In the next round Sarah was close to me and tried to get to me. I frantically motioned for her to sit but she tried anyway. She just beat another woman to my lap. She was the second to last to sit so she chose to remove my and her own t-shirts. She sat facing me and I took the opportunity to ask her if perhaps she would lose next round so that we could end this. Her response was, "And let that bitch win, no way." I told her that if she wasn’t part of the game anymore I could lose my erection and would then join her. She just shook her head and arose to begin her walk. The next round I lost my boxers to the succubus but managed not to unload into her before the music started. When it stopped again Sarah tried once again to get to me. This time she saw that her place would be taken before she could arrive and took the only remaining lap, that of the man to my left again. She would have been out except that no man had left during the previous round. She started to remove her shoes when he reached up and grasped her boxers. She gave in and allowed him to pull them down. She was not planning on allowing him access to her pussy but as she sat he pulled her up high onto his lap and made the insertion. He was thrusting into her strongly and came before the music. She was pushing back onto him just before he came. Served him right that she wore him out and he had to leave the next round. There were now only eight woman and men left in the circle. All were naked except for one woman who still had shoes and two men who had socks. As the women walked past I could see semen running down the legs of each. I surprised that there were still so many men in the circle because judging from the quantity there were few who hadn’t cum at least once. The guy on my right had climaxed at least three times and was struggling to keep it up. He had a smile on his face but a look of exhaustion was creeping in. Sarah ended up on his lap the next round as he pounded into her she leaned over and kissed me. This brought applause from the audience and sneers from the succubus. When Sarah arose it was obvious that he was done in. They stopped the game and moved the chairs into a smaller circle since more that half of the men were gone. When the music stopped both Sarah and her nemesis made for me, both looked determined. When Sarah took the lead the succubus changed course and settled on to the lap of a closer victim. He enthusiastically accommodated her. This was the first time Sarah had been on my lap since she lost her boxers. She turned to face me and inserted my penis into her body. I told her not to move because I was close and didn’t want to cum. She grinned and after rocking her hips only once to prove something to me, then remained still. Once was enough, I mixed my semen with the many loads that preceded mine. Succubus brought her man off and stood with a shout of glee before the music even started. He left the stage and there were now only six men and seven women. When the music stopped again succubus got to me first and for a moment I thought Sarah was out. She just managed to find an empty lap, but only because a woman slipped on the slime just before sitting on the lap of the man to my right, and slid under the chair. Sarah quickly took the last place and he began to thrust into her body. Succubus now unveiled her secret weapon. Turning to face the audience she inserted me not into her pussy but her rectum. I had never had anal sex before and her tightness made it difficult for me to concentrate. Just before she stood up to leave I shot into her colon. I panicked for a moment but Sarah stood before me and caressed me back into hardness before she resumed her walk. Seeing what had happened the president’s date approached me and handed me a sterile alcohol wipe. She silently mouthed the words "we don’t want any infections spread." I cleaned myself as the music played. The president didn’t stop the music until after I was ready. I could see that most of the men were about done in and that the competition was almost over. Of the last six males most were on their third or fourth cum. I had gotten off twice, once with Sarah and now once with the succubus, both times within moments of each other. Only Sarah’s loving touch and the short break with the towellete had saved me. Soon there remained only two men and women in the competition. Sarah rode the man next to me in an effort to make him cum. The succubus had tried to use her backdoor on me but I had pushed myself forward at the last instant foiling her plan. She tried to lift up high enough to switch holes but I pulled her down and prevented it. Sarah succeeded in finishing her man who limped off the stage to the cheers of the crowd. Now began the last walk. Both women striving to stay in position just long enough to be there when the music stopped, then rushing around behind the chair only to slow again at the front. When the music did stop neither was in a good position. Sarah had just started around behind on my left and succubus was just coming around to my right. I quickly grasped the chair and bounced to upward spinning to my left a quarter turn. When succubus sat down I wasn’t there anymore so she hit the floor. Sarah slowly raised a leg over my chair and sat facing me again. We made long slow love to the cheers of the crowd until we both came at the same instant. Succubus was complaining to the president about how Sarah had cheated. His response was that there had been nothing in the rules to prohibit the men from moving so Sarah didn’t cheat. He also commented that if any rules needed to be changed anal sex would be the first on the list to be banned. The following evening Sarah and I were hailed as the heroes of the games having brought three first place prizes to our houses. Sarah showed her ring off to all her friends and then we spent the remainder of the evening dancing cheek to cheek. I discovered that my bride to be was not as shy as she had been when we first met. How could she be after the last week? She excused herself to use the restroom and when she returned she reached down and unzipped my fly. Reaching in to my pants she removed my hardening organ and pushed it under her short skirt and between her thighs. I soon felt her damp pubic hair caress the top side of my dick. I bent my legs and made the connection between us as I stood back straight. We now danced in a room full of people while fucking as quietly as possible. I noticed those close to us grinning and watching closely. So did Sarah. Then she said to me in a soft voice, "Did you mean what you said about that if we love each other enough it doesn’t matter who we have sex with because no one else really matters." "Yes. Although I enjoyed all those other women last night you were the only one I thought about, that’s why I was able to last so long before I climaxed." I said. "I was fascinated by the look on those men’s faces when I inserted their hard cocks into me, and then again when they came, it was like they thought of me as a goddess. When they came in me I thought of it as a form of worship. They all seemed jealous of you because you were the only one who could actually love me." Then she said, "Did you know that the woman you were calling the succubus is a Junior, not a pledge." "No," I said. "I was asking around because someone said that she was an active over at the Gamma house, and I had thought that only pledges could be in the contests. It turns out that it’s not unusual for actives, even seniors to enter the events that they like." Curious I asked, "Why do you bring this up?" She smiled, "Because someone has to beat her next year. I thought from watching your face, that you enjoyed watching me take on all those guys and getting to fuck all those women." I nodded. "Well, do we sign up again next year?" she said. I nodded. The quiet didn’t last as Sarah began to cum, she announced her climax to the whole room. After all hadn’t they all watched us have multiple sex partners just the night before, so what was new? END * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 36