Suddenly I feel a sharp object pushing into my right tit. I had been asleep, and the
momentary pain woke me up. I look upwards and see that the object pushing into my tit is
the pointed end of a spear. I am totally naked and lying on my back on an unfamiliar
beach. But where? I do not recognize the beach or anything surrounding it.
As I awaken from my sound sleep, slowly my mind clears and I begin to remember how
I have gotten into this situation. It all began about three days ago when two of my
sorority sisters and I had been celebrating the end of our college finals by
‘entertaining’ a group of rich, middle aged men in exchange for a ‘donation’ into our
sorority’s ‘scholarship fund’.
Now, here’s a little about me. My name is Kathy, and I am a student at a small,
liberal arts college on the northeastern coast of Florida. I am just an average looking
girl—with one exception. Like my mother before me, I am blessed with a Dolly Parton like
figure. I stand about 5’2” tall, 110 pounds, with blonde hair and an extremely small
waist, slender hips, and a gorgeous shaved pussy. But like Dolly, I am rather well endowed
on the top for my height. Most people think that my 36DD tits are fake. But I assure you,
they are all natural and totally God given.
Our college is located in a very small, coastal North Florida town. For those not
familiar with Northern Florida, it’s pretty much ‘Red Neck’ country. Not as bad as Alabama
or Georgia, but not the South Beach either. The college is the main source of income for
most of the town’s permanent residents. But, most of the ‘townies’ also resent the fact
that many of the college students quite frequently live their lives in the fast lane while
the town’s permanent residents adapt to change very slowly.
I belong to the most notorious sorority on campus. We are better known by our
nickname, ‘The Whore House’. When our chapter was founded about 75 years ago, we were like
most college sororities. Normal girls. Even today, most of our members are only average
looking girls. You will never see any of us featured in Playboy or on America’s Next Top
Model. None of us are among the hottest girls on campus. But, we probably are the most
notorious.
Our sorority became known as the ‘The Whore House’ about 10 years ago. That’s when
one of our current alums, who at the time was a freshman pledge and was struggling
financially, was invited to a party at the home of one of the town’s richer residents one
Saturday night. The guy, who we now know was a real pervert, eventually got her terribly
drunk. She eventually had sex with all the men in attendance at the party. By the end of
the night, she had cum dripping from all three of her holes.
We all believe that the rich pervert spiked her drinks with Rohypnol, one of the
infamous date rape drugs, in order to get her to ‘perform’. To this day she has no memory
of that night. The following day, while talking to other college girls in attendance at
the party, she discovered what she had done. She immediately became both embarrassed and
enraged. She also wanted revenge.
She immediately wanted to confront the pervert. But, she knew better than to go to
his house alone. She talked the sorority’s president and pledge master into going with
her. When she confronted him about what had happened to her, naturally he denied
everything.
When she threatened to go to the police and file charges for rape against him and
all the males in attendance at the party, he reminded all three of them that the local
police were never sympathetic to any of the college students. It would be his word against
hers, and he would deny everything. In fact, he suggested that if she attempted to file
such a complaint, the police probably would arrest her for prostitution.
However, he also knew that if word got around town about what had happened at his
party, his business would be ruined. So, he cut a deal with the sorority’s two officers.
If they could make the ‘incident’ go away, he would donate $5,000 to the sorority’s
‘scholarship fund’. This was too much to pass up. The sorority’s president accepted the
‘donation’.
The two sorority officers told their pledge that ‘the incident never happened’.
They also told her that if she ever talked about it again, she would be kicked out of the
sorority. Not only that, but they would see to it that she would be blackballed from
joining any other sorority on campus. Naturally, the pledge agreed--or so everyone
thought.
However, the sorority pledge was not stupid. After doing some homework, she
eventually befriended one of the pervert’s business rivals and told him privately what had
happened. She also told him that she could not publicly testify or admit to what had
happened.
But, the pervert’s business rival also was a very astute businessman. He also knew
that not everyone in attendance at the party was proud of what they had done. Eventually
he found several in attendance who verified her story, and then he went public with the
information. It became the biggest scandal the little college town had ever seen. The bad
publicity ruined the pervert’s business, and he eventually moved to Alabama.
When word got out that the pervert had paid two of our sorority’s officer’s hush
money to keep quiet about the sex scandal, everyone in town and on campus started accusing
our sorority of operating a ‘whore house’. The bad publicity almost destroyed our
sorority. The college was about to revoke our charger when the sorority expelled the two
officers who accepted the ‘donation’. But, the damage is done. Our sorority was never able
to overcome that bad publicity. Today our sorority is still known as the ‘The Whore
House’.
Like fine wine, things at the sorority got better as time passed. We no longer are
attractive to the wealthier, snobby rich Bitches. Ours is now a collection of middle-class
girls. Almost all of us are from blue-collar families, and none of us have much spending
money. But, we also have one more common trait – we all are sexually liberated. In short,
we are all both kinky and bisexual. We all love to fuck or be fucked in all three of our
holes by members of both sexes.
In time our sorority accepted that forever we would be known as the ‘The Whore
House’. Since none of us are rich and are in constant need of additional spending money,
we all have learned to take advantage of our sorority’s dubious reputation to help pay for
our college education.
But, we also know that while most college girls give sex away for free to college
guys, most of the older men, and some of the women, in town are more than willing pay for
sex with a liberated, good looking girl. We simply figured out how to get them to pay for
the privilege of fucking a coed.
Naturally, since prostitution is illegal in Florida, and since our sorority almost
lost its charter for alleged prostitution, we had to learn how to do it quietly and
privately. The funny thing is that the methodology we now employ is the same one that got
our sorority into trouble 10 years ago.
Whenever one of our members goes to a ‘party’, she never accepts money directly.
Before the ‘party’ the ‘client’ must make a ‘donation’ to the sorority’s ‘scholarship
fund’, based on the type of activities the ‘party’ will include. Once the ‘party’ is
successfully completed, the participating member or members is able to get a ‘grant’ from
the sorority’s ‘scholarship fund’.
Like I said earlier, my ordeal began about three days ago. I was ‘partying’ with my
two best friends, Sharon and Joyce. Sharon is the alpha of our group. She’s about 5’6”
tall, weighs about 135 pounds, and has gorgeous jet black hair and 38D tits. Joyce is more
outgoing than me, but not as controlling as Sharon. Her mixed race heritage gives her
beautiful light brown skin and hair to go along with her 5’5”, 125 pounds frame and 36C
tits. They both have shaved pussies that ‘taste great!’
Both Sharon and Joyce are also members of “The Whore House”, and we were
celebrating the end of finals by accepting a ‘bachelor’s party’ invitation. There were
about 10 guys at the ‘party’. Each was middle-aged, either in his 50s or 60s. All were
horny as hell, but each was also suffering from ED.
Although all three of us had been royally fucked in all three holes by most of the
guys at the ‘party’, by midnight each ‘partier’ was all used up sexually. Viagra only
lasts so long. None of them could get it up anymore. So, as a grand finale we agreed to do
a bisexual Lesbos chain.
We each lay on the floor in a circle, and each of us had our heads between the legs
of the girl in front of us while we licked her pussy. I was licking Sharon, Joyce was
licking me, and Sharon was licking Joyce. It was sloppy seconds for all three of us, for
all of us had multiple loads of cum still in our pussies.
Once the Lesbos show was over, we collected our clothes and headed into town.
Although all of us were fucked multiple times in all three of our holes, none of us were
satisfied. Each of the guys had trouble staying hard once he entered our holes. We were
able to get them off multiple times, but none of us got off until we did our Lesbos chain.
We all needed a rock hard cock, and we needed it bad.
We decided that we needed a college guy, so we wondered into the most popular
public bar near the campus. Unfortunately, like most bars in our small town, it was also
inhabited by some of the less desirable locals. Since we were obviously very drunk, we
knew we would be seen as easy targets. So, we decided to stay together for our own
safety.
As we entered the bar, we saw a group of very rough looking ‘Red Necks’ eyeing us –
or should I say eyeing our tits and asses. They were more obvious than most guys, and
never once looked us in the eyes (at least not the eyes located on our faces). As we
surveyed the room, I saw three friendly faces located in a corner across the room. They
were three guys that we knew belonged to the male equivalent of our sorority. They
belonged to the fraternity known for one of the many perversions of its members – ‘The
Nudist Colony’.
All three of us had attended frat parties at ‘The Nudist Colony’. No, we weren’t at
these parties to earn ‘scholarship’ money. These were just fun filled parties where we
went when we just wanted to have some drunken fun and get fucked. I looked over and saw
one of the guys waving to us just as the ‘Red Necks’ in the corner began to move towards
us. We all decided that the guys from ‘The Nudist Colony’ were probably the safer bet, and
we wondered over and sat down at their table.
A little about these three guys. ‘The Nudist Colony’ is a fraternity on campus that
is similar to our sorority. Its members are all middle class guys with very little money.
Most of them are from blue collar families, and most have at least one part-time job to
earn spending money. Like us, most of the members of ‘The Nudist Colony’ are also bisexual
and very sexually liberated.
The nickname for their frat comes from their practice of making all their pledges
strip naked when they enter the house and remain totally naked while on its premises. The
first time I attended one of their parties, I was totally surprised to be greeted by a
totally naked doorman and served by other naked pledges during my entire stay. I was even
treated to several M2M sex shows during the party.
After arriving at their table, we noticed that ‘The Nudist Colony’ guys, Ray,
Roger, and Tim, were all drunker than us. We were looking to get fucked, but these guys
were so drunk that they might not be able to perform. But, our alternative was the ‘Red
Necks’ who probably would beat the shit out of us. So, we chose to stay with the frat
guys.
We continued to drink until the bartender announced ‘Last Call’. About that same
time, another of ‘The Nudist Colony’ members wandered into the bar. He was one of their
less popular members – a real nerd who was born with a silver spoon in his mouth. He was
only in the frat because his very rich father was an alumnus. We have a few members in our
sorority that are similar.
We suggested that if we moved our party back to their frat, we might be in the mood
for some ‘entertaining activities’. However, Roger quickly told us that their house was
closed for remodeling until after the holidays. We also explained that one of the things
that are not allowed in our sorority house is male overnight guests. I know it’s a bit
hypocritical for a sorority known as the ‘The Whore House’ to prohibit male overnight
guests. But, that’s one of the sacrifices we must make in order to keep our college
charter.
Just as we were about to give up and go back to our sorority, the nerdy guy,
Herbert, suggested that we move our party down to his father’s sailboat. His rich parents,
who live up north, only use it during their vacations and would not be down to Florida for
at least another month. He even offered to set sail and take us out to sea. In addition,
he also commented that at that time of night there probably would be no other boats in the
area. So, we would be totally free to do whatever we wanted once the sailboat got away
from the shore.
It sounded like a great idea. We all slowly straggled down through town to the
harbor. How we got there without passing any local yokels (police) is still a mystery to
me. If we had, we probably would have been arrested and spent the night in jail. If that
had occurred, our lives would be totally different now.
Once we were all on board, Herbert quickly got the sailboat under way. Soon the
shoreline disappeared from the horizon. Now, I realize that common sense should have
dictated that we not put ourselves in such a vulnerable position. But, we were all too
drunk and horny to care. What’s even worse – Herbert was the most drunk of us all.
Once the shoreline was out of sight, Roger became a real animal. First, he talked
his two buddies into stripping Herbert naked. After stripping their frat brother, Roger
threw his clothes into the ocean and ordered him to the back of the sailboat to man the
helm. Then, he told him that if he left the helm, they would throw him overboard.
Knowing their frat history, I figured that we were next -- and we were.
“Strip them all and paint their faces with cum,” he announced to his friends while
pointing directly at us. Immediately Roger, Tim, and Ray descended upon us and began
ripping our dresses and thongs from our bodies. What they didn’t know was that we were
hornier than any of them. We would have gladly stripped for them if they had only asked.
But, what happened next really surprised me. They not only ripped our clothes from
our bodies, but they threw our clothes overboard just like Roger did to Herbert’s
clothing. Now I was not only totally naked, but I had no idea how I would get home in the
morning without getting arrested. I knew that we could not walk through town naked, for
the local yokels would not hesitate to arrest us all for public indecency.
After throwing our clothes into the ocean, Roger grabbed Sharon and tied her hands
behind her back. Tim did the same to Joyce while Ray tied my hands behind my back, too.
Again, if they had told us that they like to tie up their fuckbuddies, we probably would
have all agreed. But, getting forced into bondage is fun, too.
The next thing I knew, all three of us were not only naked and bound, but we were
quickly positioned directly under the sailboat’s horizontal mast. Then they attached a
rope to our bound wrists and pulled our arms back and upwards. This forced all three of us
to bend at the waist. After tying the ropes to the horizontal mast, each of us now had our
pussies, assholes, and mouths positioned at about the same height as their rock hard
cocks.
“Put it in my asshole, you Bastard,” Sharon screamed at Roger.
About 30 seconds after giving that command, Sharon was getting fucked hard in her
ass. Joyce was next. Soon I felt Ray’s rock hard cock pushing its way into my rectum. Now
all three of us were getting our asses plowed by their massive members. Thankfully each of
us still had cum and lube from our earlier ‘clients’ in our asses, for all three of these
guys was too drunk to consider lubrication before entering our backdoor passages.
“Fuck me, you horny Bastard!” Sharon screamed at Roger.
“Harder, you fuckin’ wimp!” Joyce screamed at Tim.
Not to be outdone, I decided to push the envelope a bit. I screamed to Ray, “When
are you going to fuck my ass, pussy boy?”
Of course, he was pounding my ass over and over when I yelled that to him. But, I
figured that I would test the waters to see how far he was willing to go.
SMACK!
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