the I Phelta Thi Sorority – Part 2
Introduction:
I assist young University girls with their studies
“Come over here,” I said. “Let’s lie down together for a while.”
“OK,” she said weakly, getting up to lie down beside me.
I took her in my arms, and we lay together for a while spooning on dark silky sheets covering the soft mattress that occupied the entire floor of the room. I pulled one of the sheets over us.
Her sobs melted into me as I held her, slowly fading away.
From the sounds through the walls, Desiree had joined Kelly next door and they were having a hushed intense conversation.
“Are you OK?” I asked. “That escalated rather quickly.”
She laughed. “Yeah, I guess. You would think I’m old enough to know what I’m getting into. So much social pressure with these sororities.” She sobbed once more.
I held squeezed her reassuringly.
“Didn’t expect to lose your virginity quite like that?” I said.
“No! Only. . .” her voice was dreamy. “I didn’t realize I could feel that way for two people at once.”
There was a long silence.
“Who am I, anyway?” she said.
I laughed. “Who is anyone, really?” I asked.
“Have you ever? Before?”
I shook my head. “No. I’ve never been with two girls before.”
She turned her head to look at me. “Really? At your age?”
“Why, thank you.”
“No, seriously. You seem so. . . accomplished.”
“Illusion,” I said. “Not much accomplishment over here.”
“Really?” She turned her body so we were facing. “Will you. . .”
“Will I what?” I replied, imagining all kinds of requests she might make. What sort of sexual favors did this sweet girl have secret yearnings for?
“Will you be my boyfriend?” she asked brightly.
“Are you sure?” I said. “You barely know me.”
“OK, who are you?”
I laughed. “I’m a writer. I listen to the weird alien language that engineers speak and translate it into English so that the world may be filled with documentation nobody reads.”
“So you’re in tech?”
“In it, yes. The deep end with sharks and no life preserver. How about you?”
She squirmed a little. “I was hoping to study Earth sciences. I mean, it seems like we need more people out to save the planet today. I don’t even want to have children really, given the awful state things are in, and they keep getting worse. But I’m thinking maybe I should switch to political science.”
“So you could be the new AOC.”
She smiled widely. “Oh yeah. She’s my hero.” She looked at me anxiously. “Do you like her?”
I laughed gently. “Relax. She’s one of my heroes too.”
“Plus she’s kind of hot. . .” she stopped.
I let her think for a while.
She continued: “Do you think she’s hot?”
I laughed again. “Sure. Of course.”
“Have you ever. . . had a fantasy about her? A sexual one?”
I searched my memory. “I don’t think so,” I said. I paused. “Have you?”
She smiled wistfully, looking up at me with shy eyes.
I kissed her gently on the forehead.
“But you know what?” she blurted excitedly, “I never realized how profoundly amazing it would feel to love two people at once. Having you inside of me while I was having an orgasm on Desiree’s face. . . There’s something so magical about being with two instead of just one. You know, three is a sacred number?”
“The Holy Trinity?” I offered.
“Kinda,” she said.
“I’m sure that threesome sex was exactly what the Lord had in mind when he invented the Holy Trinity.”
She laughed.
“That’s why those Biblical kings had so many wives and concubines,” I said. “They were just setting a good example.”
“Were you raised Catholic?” she asked.
“No. Lutheran. It was awful. They mean well and everything, but I just can’t get into all the guilt.”
“Me either,” she said. “My parents were free-loving hippie pagans, so I got to skip over all that.”
I thought. “So they wouldn’t mind knowing what we just did?”
She considered. “Probably not. As if I would ever tell them!” She fell into thought.
Moved by her gentle kindness, I delicately caressed her exposed arm and thigh as we lay facing on our sides.
“So will you?” she blurted impulsively.
“Will I what? Be your boyfriend?”
She nodded.
“I suppose we could work that out,” I said. “Were you looking for something exclusive?”
“Well. . .” she began.
“Yes?”
“I like having another woman there. It makes it feel more complete. Like I’m bisexual or something.”
“Or something,” I said.
She looked up at me. “Would that be OK with you?”
I blinked. “I think I could manage,” I said. “Did you have someone in mind?”
“Well. . .” she began again.
“Yes?”
“I was thinking we could try a few different girls. See which ones we both like. I want to watch you cum inside someone, from underneath, you know, like Desiree just did? Have your gunk all over my face?”
“I imagine we could engineer something like that,” I said. “Only I think you’ll have to recruit the girls.”
“Oh, don’t worry,” she laughed audaciously. “I can take care of that. All those girls keep propositioning me. I’ll just tell them you’re part of the deal.”
“OK,” I said.
“How about you?” She said. “Which of those girls would you want to try?”
“She’s right here in front of me,” I said.
She looked up at me, wondering.
Slowly I bent over and kissed her on the lips. Our first kiss. Delicate and romantic.
She took in a deep breath and sighed. Looking down, she commented “I think someone was happy about that.” Her hand circled my hardening penis.
I kissed her again, and whispered in her ear, “Let’s make love.”
Silently she rolled over on her back and spread her legs. I rolled on top of her and gently prodded her soft gooey pleasure gateway with the tip of my stiffening cock.
She gave a moaning sigh as I made a slow and deliberate plunge, like the slow start of a steam train in those old movies. The piston gradually sped up into a pleasant circular rhythm. Her nipples stood out on her tiny breasts. I kissed her mouth again. Her mass of curly hair bobbed gently with the rhythmic motion. The blend of her aroma with mine was overpowering.
“Oh!” she exclaimed. “So wonderful!”
“Oh sweet Sarah,” I said. “I love you so much!”
“Oh V!” She cried with abandon. Then: “Is that really your name?”
“Good enough,” I said. “Just not ‘late for dinner.’”
“What?”
I laughed. “It’s an old guy joke. Never mind. Like, ‘call me late for dinner.’”
She moaned at a particularly well-executed stroke. Or was she groaning at the terrible humor? “That’s funny, I guess.”
“It’s OK. You don’t have to laugh.”
“So which girl do you want to try first?” she said as I shoved my hard cock into her vagina. “Do those girls, you know, turn you on or whatever?”
The question made me give an involuntary moan of pleasure. “Whatever,” I said. “I mean, sure, of course they do.”
She laughed. “That’s right. You’re a guy.”
“I believe you have a good grasp of the evidence. As they say, if you want the truth, seek within.”
She gave a grunt of pleasure. “OK, wise ass. So which one? Who should we start with?”
I glanced at the wall next door. “Kelly,” I said. My mind had already veered in that directon. “How about you?”
“Natalya,” she said.
“Which one is she?” I moaned as her pelvic motion combined with the thought of Kelly spiked my arousal.
“You know that girl with the elephant dress? Who looks kind of like AOC?”
Now I was thinking about both of them at once, along with Sarah. “Yes? The Indian girl?”
“One time I looked up AOC’s lipstick color online. It’s called ‘Beso.’”
“Go on. Unnh!”
“Oh! Well. . . Aaah! I went out and bought some. I used to wear it sometimes. So I was thinking. . .”
“Mmm. Yes?”
“Oh my God. I was thinking we could ask her to put it on. . .”
“And rôle-play? Pretend she’s AOC?”
“Oh yes!” I felt her cumming around me. Warm goo dribbled down there somewhere.
She was whispering now, barely able to speak. “I could sit on her face — ah! — and you could cum inside me from behind like you did with Desiree. . . Uh! Uh! Uh!” she came again. “And splatter your stuff all over her face!”
That pushed me over the edge. I gave a long, deep thrust, emptying the entire contents of my prostate into Sarah’s sweet pussy.
Then I shoved again, with a little more, while she twitched around me, vocalizing loudly.
After a few more of those, we collapsed into joyful relaxation. She still had her round glasses on.
As we lay together breathing heavily, a voice called out quietly from behind. “That was quite impressive!”
It was Desiree, who had entered unheard, closing the door again.
I started. “Her clothes are in here,” I remembered out loud.
Sarah laughed.
“Just a —”
I turned around to look.
Desiree was still naked, of course, leaning back against the wall legs spread, working her pussy with one of the dildos that had been lying around. “Aah!” she threw her head back, “Oh! Oh! Oh!” her legs convulsed involuntarily as she lost control from the pleasure waves sweeping her entire body.
Finally, she too collapsed. “You two are the best,” she said. “Don’t stop!”
