The Red Panties

This story is about my first college girlfriend, Megan. This happened my junior year of college (I'm 41 now) at a large, well known university in the southeast. It has been enhanced somewhat, but the basic story is real. I hope you enjoy and will let me know what you think.
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Chapter 1
I met Megan the first week of school my sophomore year of college. I was in a fraternity and we had rush parties literally every night for the first couple of weeks of school. It was still wet rush (lots of holy water flowing) and the parties could get pretty wild. She was a sophomore transfer to the university and showed up to the house with some of the girls from her sorority pledge class. They were out looking to have some fun, get a little takes, and perhaps meet some guys.

Two of the girls immediately caught my eye. One had jet black, curly hair and a gorgeous face. She was beautiful, but a little on the thin side for me. The other girl, Megan, stopped me dead in my tracks. She was about 5'6, had sandy-blonde, almost brown hair, a great smile, which lit up her somewhat round face, and a very nice body. She wasn't skinny, but carried all the requisite curves and bumps where they're supposed to be. Overall, she was incredibly cute, but not drop-dead gorgeous.

But she had something else going for her that very few girls � at least the ones I've known � have going for them � that is, she absolutely oozed sex. It was like a perfume she had on that pulled me into its spell. She wet her lips with her tongue when she smiled and all I could imagine was that tongue swirling around the tip of my cock. And when she talked to me, she never stopped looking into my eyes. Of course, I couldn't stop seeing her in my mind, riding me for all she was worth as she gazed at me. Suffice it to say, she was hot!

I started chatting the girls up, paying special attention to Megan. As the night progressed, we talked, danced, and generally had a great time. Not wanting to miss my chance to spend more time with this great girl, I summoned up all the courage the rum would bestow, and asked her to accompany me to the football game on Saturday. She was hesitant at first, saying it sounded like a good time, but never committing. Before she left, I decided to press the issue.

"How about that football game on Saturday?" I slurred. (I had been takeing for six straight hours by that time. You would have slurred, too.)

"It sounds like fun," she replied. "But I have to be honest. I have a boyfriend and I don't think he'd be very happy."

My heart sunk at the news, but I decided to be bold rather than slink away into the night. "Well cuckolds brownie, bring him too. I don't care as long as you sit next to me at least part of the game." I gave a big smile, hoping she would think I was funny, rather than a complete dumb ass.

Well, my gambit must have worked, because she smiled, and kissed me on the cheek. "He lives eight hours away. Call me tomorrow and let's talk about the game."

The day of the game, I got up and put on my khaki pants, my white, starched oxford shirt, my bright red tie and freshly pressed blue blazer, and my Bass loafers. That's right, my fraternity � and its date's -dressed for games. It was the Southern way.

Megan met me at the fraternity house about three hours before the game (it was a late afternoon game) for a little "tailgatin'". And I have to tell you, she looked great. Big hair (it was the 80's after all), perfect makeup, silk blouse and a tight little skirt that hung just to her knees, and a pair of back pumps that were destined to end up behind my ears.

We had a few takes, a few shots, smoked a little weed, and then set off for the game. Megan was kind enough to stash two Ziploc baggies of rum (double bagged, of course) down her skirt in her hose before we made it to the stadium. We couldn't go a whole game without holy water, could we? After all, we were not savages.

We had a great time at the game. It may have been because our team won. I permisterally believe it was because it was a little chilly out and Megan's nipples stood at attention throughout the whole game underneath the soft silk of her blouse. Or it may have been that after our star return man ran a punt back for a sixty plus yard touchdown, Megan gave me an incredible hug followed by a soft, wet kiss right on my lips. More importantly, she didn't pull away when my cock hardened against her. Instead, she actually pushed closer to me and I believe she actually moaned into my mouth.

After the game, we beat it back to the fraternity and headed straight to my room. I closed the door and hit the power button on the stereo. The Thompmister Twins' "Hold Me Now" filled the room as I turned around, straight into the open arms of Megan.

I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her close to me. She raised her head up to me and stared into my eyes as my lips found hers. It was a long, groping, tongue swirling kiss that I didn't want to end.

Even as we kissed, I started to think about my next move. Should I work my hand between us so I could cup one of her breasts? Or should I drop my hands down just a little lower so I could cup both of her ass-cheeks in my hands? After all, one hand was practically there already and it would be very easy to get the other one in position. But, was that being too forward? Would she be upset? Oh God, she didn't pull away from my erection earlier, what if she pulled away now?

She answered all my questions with one simple sentence, whispered into my ear in a hot, breathy, husky voice. "I want you to make love to me."

I didn't have to be told twice.

We continued to kiss as I unbuttoned her blouse. My usually clumsy hand could apparently sense the urgency as they did their job briskly and efficiently. She was wearing a white bra underneath her shirt. It was soft nylon and very thin, barely holding in breasts that were obviously C cup or better. I could see the darkness of her areolas through the material. I cupped her right breast and circled her nipple with my thumb. It was incredibly hard. I pinched her nipple between my thumb and finger, softly rolling it between the digits. She moaned and pushed closer to me.

Her skirt had a button and a zipper in the back. My hands reverted to their old ways as I struggled with the button. I finally got it undone and began to work feverishly at the zipper, but to no avail. It was stuck. She moved my hands and stepped back slightly from me. She put her hands behind her and I actually heard the zipper as it came down. Her skirt rustled as it fell to the floor.

I couldn't believe it, the hot girl I had met just a few days earlier was standing in my room in a pair of black heels, tan pantyhose, red panties, and a white, see through bra. Man, wasn't college grand!

I laid Megan on my bed and lay down beside her. We continued to kiss as I ran my hands all over her perfect body. Her skin was incredibly soft and I could smell her perfume - White Linen - wafting up to my nostrils. I pushed myself up to my knees beside her and surveyed her gorgeous body before me. I wanted to feast on her breasts, but I didn't want her to take the bra off. It was too perfect, too sexy. So, instead I pulled it down below her breasts where it acted like the ultimate push-up bra. One at a time, I took her nipples in my mouth, biting each of them gently but firmly. Another soft moan escaped Megan's throat.

I moved down her body with my tongue, licking some places, biting others, leaving soft kisses all along the way. I rubbed my hands up and down her silky legs, being careful not to venture too closely to the enticing mound between them. I slowly removed each of her shoes and tossed them carelessly onto the floor. Her toenails were painted red. I doubted that when she painted them she was thinking how well they would match her panties - and one of our school colors, for that matter. But they did. And they looked great.

I worked my way back up her body with my hands and tongue. Megan's' eyes were closed and her lips were slightly parted. I kissed her again, finishing by lightly licking the outline of her lips. "Turn over," I whispered. "There's more of you I need to explore."

Megan did as she was told and rolled over on her stomach. My God, what a sight! She had a beautiful back with lightly tanned skin broken only by the white of her bra strap. I made soft circles on her back with my fingertips which I filled in with light kisses in the center of the circles. Megan moaned my name and said, "Oh, please, that feels good."

After a few minutes of ministering to her back, I moved on to the best part. The area that I love the most on all girls, and on this girl in particular. Her ass was perfect! I placed one of my hands on each cheek and gave them a squeeze. Definitely more than a handful. I said earlier that Megan had curves, and while her breasts were very nice, her incredible ass was the leading curve. It was so soft and malleable in my hands, especially as the nylon of her hose rubbed against the silk of her panties. My only regret at the time was that her panties were under her hose. I would have loved to have taken them off and studied her magnificent ass in detail with only the thin tan materials covering her cheeks.

Whatever the case, I continued down her legs, rubbing and squeezing as I went. As I got to her calves it occurred to me that if I bent down just a little that my mouth would be in the perfect position to reach the paradise where her legs met her cheeks. So I did, lightly nipping the crevice that formed there with my teeth. More cries of pleasure escaped Megan's throat.

I couldn't wait any longer. I flipped Megan back over and gave her yet another long, wet kiss. I worked my way down again, kissing her breasts and stomach on the way. I spread her legs with my arms and began to rain kisses on the inside of her thighs. I could smell her excitement. She ran her hands through my hair as her breathing quickened. I slipped my hands underneath her and took her ass in my hands and pulled her toward me. With no further fanfare, my mouth found her mound for the first of many kisses. Megan's hands tightened in my hair and pulled my mouth even closer. The liquid of my salvia from one side and her natural juices from the other combined to visibly soak the crotch of her hose and panties. And it tasted great.

I shook lose from her hands and hooked my fingers in the waistbands of her hose and panties and pulled them down her legs. Her pubic hair was slightly darker than the hair on her head, but not by much. I tossed the nylon material on the floor and moved up the bed to give Megan yet another kiss. I'm sure she could taste herself on my lips. I moved back into my previous position and placed my lips against her nether lips. She was incredibly wet. I kissed and licked and probed with my tongue, as she grew more excited and increasingly frantic. I inserted one finger and then another into her as I continued the assault with my mouth. She began chanting - "Please. Oh please. Please. Oh, please." - over and over again as I brought her closer to the edge.

"Oh please, make love to me now, " Megan cried. "I need you inside me now!"

I quickly stood up and dropped my pants and boxer shorts on the floor. Megan spread her legs apart further and allowed me to crawl between them. I took my cock in my hand and maneuvered it into place between her legs. I pushed forward... and sank all the way in one smooth stroke. We moaned in unimister.

Megan's pussy was by far the hottest and wettest of any girl that I had ever been with. My cock moved in and out, slowly at first and then with more intensity. Megan hooked her hands behind her knees and spread her legs as far as they would go. I continued to pump her hot, wet pussy. I slowed and placed her legs over my shoulders. My five and a half inches were all the way in. She called my name. "Yes, oh yes. Please don't stop fucking me. I'm going to cum soon." "Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes..."

"Arrrgh!" I pulled out as fast as I could... and I came - shooting rope after rope of hot, sticky semen all over Megan's mound and stomach. My seed matted her pubic hair. I collapsed on the bed next to her. "I'm so sorry," I said. "You just felt so incredible. I couldn't wait any longer."

She was sweet. "It's okay baby. We can try again later."

And we did.

Chapter 2
Megan and I pretty much became a couple after that. She went home the next week and broke up with her boyfriend. She swore up and down that nothing happened again between them - no "goodbye fucks', if you know what I mean - and at the time, I certainly believed her. Based on what I know now, I may have to revise that opinion.

Yes, we did make love again that night and then again the next morning. After the first time I lasted a little longer and the third time longer still. But, for whatever reamister, I could never make Megan orgasm while we were actually having intercourse. I gave her hundreds of orgasms - with my mouth, my fingers, and even a couple of memorable ones with a "muscle massager" I bought at the mall. But never when I was inside her. In usually finished her off with my mouth before I got started or with my fingers after I finished. It was frustrating to me more than her, or so she said.

And my first thought about Megan "oozing sex" was correct. She loved sex! She was willing to try anything once, and most things twice, just in case she didn't do them right. We tried different positions, costumes, roll playing and on one memorable occasion, anal sex. It was totally my idea, as she had the belief that her "back door" was for "out" only. But, she did it for me because she knew how much I wanted to. And because she "loved me."

We did it one night when we were both pretty buzzed. I took my time and used plenty of lube. It was the tightest, hottest sex of my life and Megan actually came once as I stimulated her clit with my cock still in her ass. We only did it once as Megan said that she wanted it to be special. More importantly, she said she did it because she wanted me to have a part of her that no other guy had enjoyed. Whatever the case, I can still remember what it felt like, and what she looked like, that one time.

But, while the sex was great, it wasn't always perfect. In addition to my inability to make her cum while "in coitus," we also didn't completely match up on the dom/sub scale. It's not that I'm a sub, in fact, I'm a pretty "take charge" type of guy. And I certainly didn't lack in initiating sex. I wanted it all the time, as much - if not more - than Megan. However, as much as I'm not a sub, I'm also not a top. Megan liked for me to pull her hair when I was kissing her, or spank her ass during sex, or any number of other dominant moves while we were foolin' around. And while I did them, and Megan responded very positively to them, my heart truly wasn't in it. It just wasn't my thing. I always thought that Megan wanted that more than she let on.

Unfortunately, the relationship wasn't always perfect either. Megan didn't think I paid enough attention to her, and I thought she was possessive of my time. In addition to us always being together, she became a Little Sister at the fraternity. While I thought it was great at first, it just gave her more reamisters to be over at the house. And, when she was there, I was never alone.

Good grief, I was young and in a fraternity and more interested in having a good time than in fostering a relationship. It just wasn't the right time for us. Everything came to a head about eight months later at my fraternity's "Beach Weekend" party.

Our Beach party was the biggest party that my fraternity threw each year. We brought in truckloads of sand and made our side yard into a giant beach, complete with volleyball net and court. Additionally, a number of brothers I new from other chapters were coming in for the shindig. Our biggest coup was the sorority volleyball tournament that started on Friday night and finished late Saturday afternoon. Every sorority paid a fee to play and the winning sorority got to donate the winnings to their favorite charity. After we crowned a winner, we had two bands - and a number of kegs - ready to go.

Megan and I had a huge argument leading up to the party. Her sorority was having its own get-together that weekend. It wasn't a party, but rather a formal dinner on the first night to celebrate something to do with their national chapter. The second night featured another dinner followed by a number of boring presentations about "sisterhood" and "giving of yourself" that I had no interest in hearing. Not to mention the need to wear a coat and tie two days in a row. I mean, I would have loved to give of myself to any number of sisters, but I didn't need to be lectured about it. But, Megan wanted me to go.

It didn't matter that most of her friends weren't asking their boyfriends to go. It didn't matter that it was my fraternity's biggest weekend of the year. It didn't matter that I didn't want to go. In Megan's mind, all that mattered was that I wasn't supporting her, instead partying with my friends like I "always" did. But I stuck to my guns and said no.

So, she gave me an ultimatum. Go with her to the dinner or we were done.

Over. Finished.

I told her to have a good time. I told her that I'd miss her.

Megan started crying, but I refused to budge. I didn't want to break up, but I wasn't going to have anyone tell me what I could and couldn't do. We had gone through this on a number of other issues where I had capitulated, doing exactly what she wanted. And while I liked to make her happy, it didn't seem to me that she was willing to meet me halfway. So we broke up.

We continued to talk throughout the week. She cried some more and begged me to change my mind. I continued to hold my ground. I went over to her apartment halfway through the week to talk. She told me that she loved me. I told her that I loved her. We had sex on her roommate's ottoman in the middle of the living room. I finger fucked her to an orgasm after I spilled my seed on her stomach. Afterwards she asked me if I would go to her dinner. I said no, that nothing had changed. She started crying again. There was nothing I could say, so I left.

Both of us refused to budge, so as the weekend came upon us, we were still apart. I was sad, certainly. But, I was also psyched about the Beach Party.

I have to admit, it turned out to be one hell of a weekend.

Just not in the way that I imagined it.

Chapter 3
The Friday night kickoff to the party was everything that I thought it would be. The holy water was flowing, the volleyball teams were gorgeous, and everyone was having a great time. Who knew that sorority girls would be that competitive? I mean they were really getting after it. We were able to get most of the preliminary games completed, with the exception of Megan's sorority and a couple of others that couldn't compete that night. They would play the next morning, leading to an afternoon battle of the final four teams.

We didn't have a band scheduled after the Friday night games, but we did have a stereo systems set up and ready to play. Prince. Duran Duran. Huey Lewis and the News. Madonna. They may not have been there, but they were all playing our party.

Small groups formed and re-formed with different people. Some were dancing on the big Southern style porch on the front of the fraternity house. A few guys were playing a takesen game of volleyball where the object of the game seemed to be hitting the opponent with the ball rather than actually scoring points. And others were just standing around talking. There were more girls than guys present, the ultimate measuring stick of a good party.

I was playing "Jet," the ultimate takeing game, with a group of guys on the side lawn. In addition to myself, the game included a couple of brothers from my chapter, John and Nate from other chapters, and Ross.

I had met John and Nate a couple of times, but I didn't really know them. They seemed like pretty cool guys and were pretty fun to party with, so they were all right by me. They went to the same school that Ross had previously attended. I knew Ross, on the other hand, pretty darn well. His brother, Paul, was a few years older than us and had graduated a couple of years before. Even though Ross started at another school, he joined that chapter of our same fraternity and often came down to party with his brother. Megan and I had actually gone out with him and one of her sorority sisters a couple of times when he was in town. In addition, John and I had a number of late night takesen rap sessions. You know, where you talk about everything under the sun. He told me about his ex-girlfriend, and I told him about some of the problems Megan and I had. After changing his major, he decided our school was a better fit and had transferred over the summer.

I got along well with Ross, as did most of my friends. He was funny, witty and over all a hell of a lot of fun to hang out with. He was always chewing on a breath min. 'Got to keep it fresh," he'd say. It didn't hurt that he was very great with the ladies. He was good looking in a preppy sort of way and women seemed to be drawn to him. Once he pulled them in with his looks, he was very smooth and extremely confident. The women could sense his confidence and they fell for it every time. He had a drawer in his room where he kept a bunch of panties that he had supposedly collected from the girls he screwed. After sex, he would grab their panties and a sharpie pen and have them sign them over to him. I thought it was bullcuckolds brownie, but he did have a pretty big collection. He kept one pair - supposedly from his biggest conquest - on permanent display, hanging over his desk. The signature read "Thank you Ross. Julie R_____." Supposedly she was a cheerleader at his last school and pretty much the hottest chick on that campus.

I often wondered if his extreme confidence came from the source of his nickname. Mr. Ed. As in horse. As in, hung like a horse. The rumor was that Ross was sporting almost 9 inches of extremely thick man meat. His brother Paul, who was also purported to be overly blessed, often joked that while he (Paul) might be hung like a horse, in reality he was a pony compared to Ross.

The "Jet" game continued and we were getting takeser and takeser. The party had started to thin out a bit and we were deciding who was sober enough to drive to Krystal for some sustenance. We were saved from ourselves when another brother, Neal, pulled into the side drive. He was just getting back into town and hadn't started takeing yet, and he'd be glad to take us.

As we waited for Neal to unpack his car, I saw Megan walk through the house. Wow! She looked great. She had obviously come straight to the house from her dinner, as she hadn't changed clothes. She was wearing a thin camisole type blouse underneath a red, cotton shirt-style dress. It was cinched at the waist with a fabric belt. She had on hose with red, open-toed high heels. Her hair was teased and big, much like Mattie in Moonlighting. She was still wearing he "Hi, I'm Megan" name tag over her left breast.

She walked straight to me and said, "Can we talk? Please?"

I told the guys to give me a few minutes and I'd be back. Suffice it to say that Megan wasn't happy to hear me say that. We walked around the corner to the side porch and she started up with the same basic argument that we had rehashed over and over the past week. In addition to my total exasperation, I was pretty fucking takes, so I just let her have it with both barrels.

"This is why we broke up and why we probably won't ever get back together," I said. "I know I'm not perfect, that I'm selfish, but at least I try and meet you half way. You don't even go part of the way for me. The only time that you actually give of yourself was when we have sex. Otherwise, it's all about you. I'm sick of it and I'm sick of having this same damn discussion over and over again. So please, unless you have something different to say, I really don't want to hear it.

Tears filled her eyes and her lower lip began to tremble. "You hate me, don't you?

"No. I don't hate you. But, I am pretty bored by this whole conversation."

"You've been bored with me for awhile now," she said. "I'm obviously still okay for you to fuck, but not enough for you to do anything else with." The tears were streaming down her face.

The whole thing just pissed me off even more so I icily replied, " You said it, not me. So, it must be true." I turned on my heal and walked away. The other guys were already in the car when I turned the corner - except Ross.

"Where's Ross?" I asked Neal?

"He decided not to go," he replied. "He said he had something else at the house that he was going to munch on."

Chapter 4
Ross was waiting when Megan walked into the house. He gave her a friendly hug and some reassuring words about how everything was going to be all right. "Forget about him for the night and come have some fun. You look too good in that dress to just go home right now. Besides, everyone else will see just what an idiot he is for giving you up."

Megan smiled at the words. Maybe she would forget about everything for the night. After all, tomorrow would come soon enough.

Ross walked Megan inside and grabbed them a take. They joined in a game of Jet, where Megan was immediately powerd to down her beer. Ross, ever the gentlemen, rushed off to get her another one. Ross kept up a steady stream of witty banter, keeping everyone, including Megan, in stitches. In addition to being very good-looking, he was also very funny.

As they played, he made frequent physical contact with Megan, touching her shoulder when he talked directly to her, rubbing her back when she drank a little too fast. He put his arm around her and pulled her close to him and then leaned over and whispered something in her ear. She blushed and looked down into her beer like she was looking for the answer there.

After Jet, they started playing a game of quarters, another takeing game where Megan proved to be all thumbs. There weren't enough seats so she perched herself on Ross' lap. He rubbed her back as she drank, keeping his hand resting on her hip after she finished. A couple of the other Little Sisters exchanged knowing glances at each other. They had seen Ross hunting other game, and it was obvious that Megan was his current prey. It was also pretty obvious that she wasn't trying very hard to escape.

After downing her fourth beer, she excused herself to go to the restroom. The one next to the main parlor was occupied, so Ross told her to follow him upstairs to the one next to his room. It was a Jack and Jill style one that went between his and another brother's room. "Don't worry," he said. "I cleaned it before the party." He walked her into his room and opened the door for her. "Make sure you unlock that other door before you come out, or Mark will be pissed."

When Megan came out of the bathroom, the lights were turned down, a candle was burning and music was playing softly on the stereo. Ross held out his hand to her. "Dance with me," he whispered. Megan stared at him from across the room. Then she walked straight into his waiting arms.

Ross and Megan swayed to the music in the middle of the room. Although his arms were around her, there was still room between them. Ross looked down at her and tilted her head up so that she had to look in his eyes. Then he kissed her, his mouth covering hers and his tongue snaking its way into her mouth. As he kissed her, one hand entwined itself in her hair while the other grasped her ass and pulled her closer into him. Their bodies came together - no light could possible come between them.

As he continued to kiss her, one hand entwined itself in her hair, pulling her head back gently to meet his kiss, while the other hand cupped one ass cheek and pulled her closer into him. Megan could feel the bulge rub up against her stomach. Her eyes opened and she started to pull away, but Ross held her close.

"Don't," he said. "Don't move. She did as he said, staying perfectly still. "Look me in the eyes." She did as she was told, lifting her head back even further to gaze into his eyes. "What did I say to you downstairs?

Megan blushed and stammered, "That you think I'm really sexy."

"And what else?"

Megan paused. She dropped her gaze from his eyes. That I... that I make you... hard."

Ross let go of her ass long enough to guide her hand to the bulge in his packed jeans. He opened Megan's fingers and placed them on him. He pulled her close and began aggressively kissing her again. She was massaging his cock in his pants, exploring its length and girth.

"What do you want, Megan? Tell me what you want."

She blushed again. "I want... I want you to make love to me."

Ross didn't hesitate. "No. But I will fuck you like you've never been fucked." He licked her lips with his tongue, darting inside her parted mouth for just a second. "Will that be okay? He pulled her hair as he asked, tilting her head back even further.

Megan closed her eyes and sighed. "Yes."

"Yes, what, Megan?"

"Yes, please fuck me." A tear formed at the corner of her eye and trickled down the outside of her face.

Ross pulled her closer to him grinding his erection into her mound. Then, he smiled.

Chapter 5
Megan wore tan thigh-highs held up by permanently attached garters. It was as if someone had cut out the panty part of some pantyhose leaving the waistband and four thin strips of nylon connecting the hose. Over that, she wore bright red panties and a matching bright red bra. She still wore her red heels, but her dress and sash lay on the floor next to her purse. Ross had all of his clothes on.

His hand was flying all over Megan's body, eliciting moans as he worked on her. "Stand with your legs open wide," Ross said.

Megan just looked at him. "Do wha..?"

Smack! She never saw his arm move, but the palm of his hand firmly and harshly smacked her ass. She staggered forward and Ross grabbed her. Two more slaps were unceremoniously administered to her ass cheeks. "Smack! Smack! Ross held her from behind and whispered in her ear. "When I tell you to do something, I expect you to do it Megan. Do you understand?"

Megan nodded and she spread her legs wide, giving Ross wide access to her body. Ross ran his hands across her hips from behind. He gripped her ass cheeks, one cheek in each hand. He slowly rubbed a finger over the mound between Megan's legs. Her panties were wet, catching his finger as he moved it back and forth.

He walked around and stood in front of Megan. "Bend over," he said, "and take my cock out."

Megan hesitated again. Ross grabbed her right breast with his hand and sharply twisted her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Megan winced and tried to pull away. "I've told you once Megan. Do what I tell you when I tell you. Do you understand?"

She nodded yes. "Then bend over and take out my cock." Megan bent forward and fumred with his zipper for just a second. She quickly found the zipper tab and pulled it out away from Ross' member lest she hurt him. She was terrified of what might happen if she caught his penis in it before she got it out.

The zipper came down and she navigated her hand inside its opening. His cock was hot to her touch. And it was huge.

She had to unbutton the top button of his shorts to get Ross' cock out of his pants. It was at least nine inches long and was twice as big around as the penis that she had gotten used to the past eight months.

Ross wasted no time. "Take it in your mouth." Megan took just the tip in. It almost filled her mouth. "A little bit more, Megan. I heard you knew how to deep throat." It was true; she could deep throat my small cock. But deep was a relative term when talking about my cock. With Ross it was a much more apt description.

Megan worked more of his penis in her mouth and worked to relax her throat muscles. There was no way she way getting it all down. With some effort, she was able to get just over half down. An occasional gag would escape her throat when the salvia built up too much.

Ross maneuvered her to his bed and had her lay down. He placed his manhood back in her mouth and soon she was working hard again to please him. Ross spread her legs with hand and began to massage her mound with his fingers. She was soppy wet, her panties already drenched in her juices. He moved her red panties to the side and began to finger Megan first with one finger, and then two. She was very tight around the two. She softly moaned around his cock as his fingers - and his thrusting cock - began to move faster.

"Well, what do we have here?" The voice came from the direction of the open bathroom door in the corner of Ross' room. It was Mark, the brother who shared the bathroom Megan had used a very short time ago. She tried to scramble away from Ross and cover herself, but he wouldn't let her. His left hand wrapped itself in her hair a little more tightly and he drove both fingers into her at the same time. His thrusting in her mouth never slowed.

"I'm a little busy, Mark. So, if you wouldn't mind, I'd appreciate your getting the fuck out." Ross never raised his voice or emitted any anger. It was as if he was ordering a burger at the drive-in. He continued to thrust in Megan's mouth.

"All right, I'm going. But if you get tired, I'm right next door. Send her...whoa?!" Mark stopped and bent over to pick up the dress lying on the floor. "Hi, I'm Megan" was prominently printed on the nametag on the front. "Megan, huh?" Mark laughed. "I used to know a Megan. Dated a friend of mind. In fact, she was wearing a dress just like this not less than an hour ago. Must be a coincidence."

Megan inwardly cringed. She wasn't totally sure how she had ended up here, a massive cock halfway down her throat and two... no three fingers buried in her pussy. She thought she'd just make out with Ross. Talk a little and maybe fool around a bit, but not this. Now everyone was going to hear about this. But God, Ross was so hot. And he was so big. Ross flicked his thumb over her clit as he drove his fingers further into her. A guttural growl escaped her throat. "OOHHHHHHH!"

"Well," said Mark, "it sounds like you've got a tiger in here to take care of. Just try and keep it down." He laughed. "Of course, you know I won't be listening." With that he strode out of the room and closed the door behind him.

As Mark left, Ross eased his cock and fingers out of Megan. He walked away from the bed and reached down to pick up her purse. He opened her purse and fumred around inside until he found what he was looking for. He dropped the purse back on the floor, some of the contents spilling out as it landed.

He walked back to Megan who was still lying on the bed. "Sit up," he said. He grabbed her face in his left hand, powering her chin up to look at him. "Make a mouth like you're putting on lipstick." Megan didn't hesitate; she was learning to respond instantly to Ross' commands. Ross took his right hand and began to apply Megan's bright red lipstick to her lips. He made a second coat, putting it on very thickly.

He let go of her chin. "Now, bend over and take my cock in your mouth again. And when you do, I want you to take every bit you can down your supposedly deep throat. As far as you can, understand?"

Megan nodded. She grabbed his cock in her hand and placed her lips around it. As she moved forward she attempted to relax her throat the way she had learned before. Not only was Ross' cock longer, it was almost twice as thick, making her gag reflex kick in that much faster. She gagged slightly, but kept pushing down, trying to move past it. She went as far as she could, her lips clamped around his penis. As she started to move her head back, she heard Ross say "Open your mouth and pull off."

Once she was sitting up, she could see that she had left a perfect circle about 5 to 5 1/2 inches down Ross' monster. Ross smiled. "Great job, Megan." He took her face in his hands and lightly kissed her ruby red lips. "Now lay back on the bed and open yourself for me."

Megan pushed her bottom back from the edge of the bed where she had been sitting and lay back. She pulled her knees up and placed her feet on the bed. Her knees were open enough that Ross could easily stand between them. She could only imagine how vulgar she looked. But, apparently it wasn't enough as Ross grabbed her hands and had her hook one behind each knee, pulling her feet off the bed and her legs even further apart.

As she lay there, completely open to Ross' ministrations, she could feel him pulling her panties to the side. He positioned himself between her legs and she could feel his hardness rubbing against her incredibly wet slit. "Open your eyes, Megan," he said. "Open them and look at me while I fuck you."

Megan stared into his eyes as he started to enter her. She felt so debased by the way he was treating her... the slaps, twisting her nipples, saying fuck instead of making love. And she was slightly scared. He was huge! She wasn't even sure if she could take him. But man, how she loved it! She had never been so turned on in all her life. "OHHHHH!" she moaned as Ross pushed forward. Ross was so much thicker. And it felt so good.

Ross pulled back and then slowly pushed more of his cock into her. Megan's breath quickened and she tossed her head to the side. But she never broke her gaze with Ross. He went in a little farther the next time, and then pulled back. With each thrust, he opened her a little further. With each thrust, she spread her legs apart even more. Her knuckles were white from the strain of holding her legs apart as far as she could. "OHHHHH!" She moaned. With one final push, she was certain that he was in all the way. She was so full, and so hot.

Ross started his movements slowly. He would pull all the way back and then bury himself all the way in. Megan moaned each time he pushed forward. She was making naturalistic, guttural noises with every thrust, increasing in intensity and loudness with each one. Ross continued his movement, picking up speed, until his was fucking her hard with each stroke. He would almost pull out each time, allowing her muscles to close slightly before blasting them apart again. He didn't stop, for more than ten straight minutes, pulling out and driving all the way in with every thrust.

"OHHHHHH, GOD! OHHHH, GOD! OHHHHH, GOD!" Megan screamed. "I'm CUUUUMMINGG!" Her eyes rolled back in her head momentarily and she tossed her head from side to side. She bit her lip almost to the point of breaking skin. The bed underneath her soaked up her juices. She was no longer looking in Ross' eyes. They were completely closed, a smile played lightly across her face.

As Megan came, every bit of energy and tension seemed to drain from her body. She lay on the bed, completely spent. Ross continued his relentless stroking for another minute and then pulled out on the last stroke. Megan's eyes flew open. "Did you finish?" she asked. "I didn't feel you finish."

"I finished for now," he said. "Did you like that?

"You know I did," she said. "That... that was the first time I ever... orgasmed just from doing that. You're so big that I wasn't sure I could take you all. I hope you like it too."

He pulled her into a sitting position. She was almost dead weight. "I did, " he said. "Lean forward and take me in your mouth again."

She thought he had decided to finish in her mouth and she dutifully leaned over and took his prick between her lips. She started to lick and suck on the end. The red circle was still prominently on display. "What do you taste? he asked.

She blushed and answered "A little of you and a lot of me."

"This time, just lick beyond your lipstick circle." She ran her tongue over his cock between the red lipstick and his dark pubic hair. "Now, tell me, what do you taste?"

"Just... well just you. I don't taste me at all. But how...?" Her eyes widened as the realization hit her. She hadn't taken all of Ross' cock, she had only taken about half of it. Ross entwined his left hand in her hair and grasped his cock in his right. He pulled her hair back, powering her head up. He masturbated his cock, slowly at first and then more quickly. Megan's eyes moved back and forth from Ross' eyes to his cock in his rapidly moving hand. His hand moved quicker and quicker. The first spurt hit her directly in the mouth and the second landed on her left cheek. He placed his still gushing penis between her lips and finished in her mouth. He pushed her back on the bed as she swallowed the last of his sperm. Her pulled her panties over her hips and over her legs and then used them to wipe his seed from her face. He reached into the drawer next to his bed and pulled out a sharpie pen.

In less than two full hours, Ross had enticed my recently ex-girlfriend to his room, removed her clothes, slapped her ass and then proceeded to fuck her to her first ever vaginal orgasm, after which he blew his load in her mouth and on her face. And then he had her sign her panties over to him with the signatory "Ross, Thank you. Megan B_________."

Ross fucked Megan once more that night. The second time she really did take it all. Ross came deep inside her as he drove the last inch up against her cervix. As they lay together on the bed, Ross told her she was only the second girl he had ever met that could take him all. He told her he wanted to see her again before the volleyball tournaments the next day. And then he told her he needed to relax... so she needed to get out.

She quickly dressed and grabbed her belongings from the floor. She snuck down the back stairs and out the rear door hoping that no one had seen her. And she began the walk of shame back to her dorm.

And it was still only Friday night.

Chapter 7
Megan's sorority won it's first two games easily and found itself in the finals. Megan was sensational. She had played high school volleyball on a state champion team and was incredible at setting the ball in the exact right spot for her teammates. Even though she seemed to be injured - I thought she was limping when she played the second game (didn't get to see the first) - she was still the star of her team. The rest of her team was excellent, but without Megan, they didn't have a chance. The other team, which included a number of scholarship athletes (an yes, they did get permission from their NCAA Compliance officer before they played in the game), was just that good.

Throughout the day, everyone enjoyed a number of good-looking college girls playing volleyball in bikinis and an occasional one piece. Unfortunately, many of the girls, including a number that were absolutely stunning, played in a bikini top and shorts or played wearing a cover or tee shirt over their suit. While we appreciated their modesty, we didn't want any part of it for our volleyball final.

So, just minutes before the finale, our fraternity president made the announcement that we would match the pot if all the members of the winning team played in bikinis. A roar went up from the crowd. There was a little grumbling amongst the contestants, but most of the girls shed their shorts, covers and tee shirts with good humor. But not Megan.

She looked to be almost in tears as she shook her head and whispered intensely with her team captain. They argued and soon the whole team was gathered around Megan. Whatever the problem that Megan had, her team soon overcame her objections and she stepped out on the volleyball court. She took her position in the center of the court, pulled her tee shirt off and tossed it off to the side. Whistles, catcalls and a collective intake of air soon followed.

For all intents and purposes, Megan could have been standing there in the nude. Her pink bikini, which should have covered her most vulnerable parts and offered a modicum of modesty, instead highlighted her ample assets. It was as if she had chosen the most sheer and tight pair of bra and panties she could find at Fredrick's of Hollywood.

I had seen Megan in this same bikini on a number of occasions and knew immediately that something was amiss. I had seen her completely wet coming out of the pool in the same suit and while it looked great, and was very sexy, it covered all her girl parts with no problem. And then it hit me. All of the inside material, the lining, had been removed from her c-cup top as it had from the crotch of her bottoms. Her nipples were clearly on display as were the outline of her mound and the crack of her ass. And there was a dark, wet spot just above where her two legs met.

But, that wasn't the worst part, at least not for me. Through the clear material, her breasts were covered with a number of small dark marks - in various shapes and sizes - that were undoubtedly hickies. Her right shoulder sported one as well and looked to be surrounded like teeth marks.

It was as if I had been kicked in the stomach. There was no doubt in my mind that someone had enjoyed the sexual fruits of my girlfriend. Someone had obviously fucked her last night after I left her. And unless she was wearing that suit under her dress last night, he had fucked her again this morning. I could feel my balls shrinking back into my stomach.

My face turned bright red as I could feel all of my brothers and some of the little sisters staring at me. I could tell that some thought that Megan's "look" was from me. That I had left the hickies and had her dress like a whore. Others looked at me with sadness, and maybe some contempt. I could tell they knew who had done it. But who?

I scanned the crowd and it took me less than a minute to figure it out. Oh my god, it was Ross! I watched Mark walk across the yard, slap Ross on the back as he motioned to Megan. A couple of his other friends gathered around him, laughing and nodding - seemingly worshipping at the feet of the great Ross. It reminded me of that final scene from the Godman when Michael's henchmen gathered around him in his study to kiss his ring and offer their devotion. But Ross didn't use a six-shooter. His weapon was much larger than that.

Megan looked right at me and I caught her gaze. She was trying to see if I knew. She dropped her eyes when she saw that I could. I could feel hot tears burning behind my eyes and I tried to hold them back.

I was utterly and totally humiliated. Not only would my whole fraternity soon know that my girlfriend had been fucked by the biggest cock in town, if not the state, but Megan now knew what a real cock felt like. I had always done my best to make our sex great. But, I was working with inferior equipment. Now that she had seen the "state of the art," what would she think of me? I knew the answer in my mind, but my heart and cock didn't want to believe it.

I knew I could get past the first part of my offense by feigning indifference. "Ross fucked Megan? Really? Oh, well. I was done with her any way. I'm sure he enjoyed it, she was very good at it." Indifference, my key to maintaining respect.

But the other? I still loved Megan. I knew we had our problems, and I wasn't quite ready to settle down, at least not totally. But, I always assumed that Megan and I would be together in the end. We had a great time together. Our sex life had been awesome and I wanted it to continue. But I didn't think I could, nor did I think she'd want me, after this. I was truly and completely fucked.

Megan's team won the last game and Megan was chosen the MVP of the tournaments. While I'm sure that it was because of her awesome level of play - she really was very good - I had no doubt that others just wanted to see her get up on our porch in that bikini to accept her prize.

I passed her as I was going back into the house to get another bottle of tequila. I needed a shot after the afternoon that I had. She tried to stop me, but I pushed on past her. I had my shot and then fell into a deep relax. I was free until the party later that night.

Chapter 8
The band had already finished their first set by the time I arrived at the party. After relaxing the afternoon away, I got up, took a shower, brushed my teeth, drank a beer, and got ready to rejoin the party. My relax hadn't made my problem go away - and I still obsessed over it pretty much every second since I awakened - but it did give me the strength to face it, or, at the very least, ignore it.

So, I joined the party. I drank beer. I sang along with REM and U2 mistergs. I danced with a number of girls. I even stole a number of kisses in the corner from a girl who initially offered me her condolences but who eventually offered me the chance to squeeze her ass. It made me feel good that I was still a "wanted" commodity even if my ex no longer wanted me.

About half an hour after I arrived, Ross showed up. He was with another girl. A cute little blonde I had noticed him chatting up during the earlier volleyball matches. I had to admit, he worked fast. And he didn't go slumming, either. This blond may not have the sexual magnetism that Megan exuded, but she was certainly her match in the looks, and body, departments. She and Ross were being very friendly on the dance floor.

I made my rounds and put my indifferent attitude on display. 'Hey, I'm having a great time. Hi, yeah, what Megan does has nothing to do with me. What she does is her business. Etc., etc." I played the game but I'm sure that at least a few didn't buy it. I think I fell under the "me thinks thou doth protest to much" category.

I was sitting on the corner of the stage when Megan walked in. She looked incredible and I kicked myself for losing her. She had apparently just finished with her sorority affair and hadn't bothered to change before she came over. Most everyone else was in shorts, although a number of the girls were in sundresses and even a couple in mini-skirts. But Megan put them all to shame.

She had on a tight pink dress - which I'm sure she had chosen before today's bikini debacle - with white hose and black high-heel shoes. The black sash around her waist made her look like a Good and Plenty - and she certainly looked good enough to eat. Her hair was perfect and you couldn't see a panty line anywhere. Every head in the place turned to look and every guy there - and many of the girls - looked her up one end and down the other.

I was pleased to see that she was with some of her sorority sisters. Hopefully they would keep her out of trouble. I took another take and promised my self that I would keep an eye on her and make sure that she could see me prominently. I didn't think that she would make any moves with Ross under my watchful eye.

The party was a great time and I actually had fun. I talked to a number of people I hadn't seen in a while. The music was awesome. The beer was cold. And there were a number of girls that flirted with me. But, I didn't want to give Megan a reamister to do anything.

And though I had fun, I couldn't get one image out of my mind. I kept seeing Megan on her back, Ross between her legs, his cock buried to the hilt in her. I alternately got sick to my stomach and hard as a rock. And I didn't know why. I mean, I understood why my stomach felt like it did, but I couldn't figure why my cock reacted like it did. Why would that turn me on? Why?

After my 100th beer - or at least what felt like my 100th beer - I had to take some time to hit the men's room. Of course the line was actually huge. I never thought I'd make it. I guess fraternities aren't set up with the facilities for large crowds.

Once I finished, I grabbed another beer and headed back for my perch on the stage. I scanned the crowd, trying to look nonchalant, but looking for Megan the entire time. Where was she? I couldn't see her anywhere? I looked for Ross. I saw his blonde, but not him. She was talking to Mark, but Ross was nowhere to be found.

I jumped up and started walking around the party looking for them. I just wanted to see one or the other to confirm they weren't together. I ran up the stairs and walked down the hallway to Ross' room. The door was slightly ajar. I waited just outside and listened to see if I could hear anything. Nothing. Not a sound.

I pushed the door open further and reached around to flip on the light. The room was totally empty. I breathed a sigh of relief and turned to exit when my eye caught a flash of red in the corner. I crossed the room to Ross' desk and I saw exactly what the red was. Megan's panties. The same exact ones that she wore our first time together, I replayed that night in my mind virtually every day. It was by far my most incredible sexual experience.

But apparently it wasn't that special to Megan. I had told her so many times how I loved those panties. How hot she looked in them. But it didn't really matter. "Ross, Thank you. Megan." She had another special night associated with them now. A night that I wasn't a part of. A night that everyone would soon know about the minute they entered Ross' room.

I turned off the light and shut the door behind me. I could just see Ross pulling Megan to him, his hands lovingly cupping her ass in her red panties. I imagined his fingers rubbing the soft material over the fold of her sex. And the vision of Ross moving the material aside as he power fucked my girlfriend would just not leave my mind.

I made it back to the party just in time to see Megan and Ross arrive together. They came out of the basement door. The door led to a room that was meant only for brothers, but that had been used frequently as a trysting area during certain parties. The whispers and giggles started immediately as it was evident what had gone on. Megan had just been fucked... and everyone there knew it.

Her hair was a mess. It was totally disheveled, nothing like the perfect mane that I had seen less than an hour earlier. Her dress was extremely wrinkled, like it had been pushed up over her hips for easy access. But that wasn't the worst of it. You've may have heard the joke about how you can tell the head nurse? You know, she's the one with the dirty knees. Megan's knees were covered with dust and dirt, the kind that covers the floor in our fraternity basement. To top it off, her lips were ruby red and swollen, like they had been stung by a bee, or, more likely, bruised by a massive cock.

Ross friends acknowledged his entrance when he came through the door. They didn't cheer, of course, they were too cool for that. Instead, as a group they saluted him with a brief golf clap. He smiled and actually waved, then Ross squeezed Megan's ass as he left her side. She saw the clapping and Ross' acknowledgement and realized the significance of their cheer. But what was most stinging for her was what happened next.

Ross had no more than left her side than he was back with the blonde, who I don't believe saw what had happened. When Ross reached her side, he pulled her around and planted a big, open mouth kiss on her. To say that she responded would be an understatement. After the kiss, Ross looked at Megan, winked, and turned and walked away with his "friend."

I could see the tears well up in Megan's eyes. Her bruised lips began to quiver and she turned and ran from the room. I hurriedly took a short cut and was able to cut her off before she could make it out the back door. I grabbed her arm and pulled her around.

She was shocked to see me. "Oh, God," she cried. "I'm so, so sorry. Please just let me leave." I shook my head and guided her with her arm toward the back stairs. She followed me and I took her to my room and closed and locked the door behind me.

She stood in the middle of the room, the tears continuing to fall. For the first time I noticed that not only were her knees dirty, there was a tear on the inside of her thigh, coming down from under her dress. I squeezed her arm and I asked her point blank, "Did you just fuck Ross in the basement."

Her expression told me everything that I need to know.

"I am so sorr...." She never got the apology out of her mouth. I grabbed her and pushed her up against the wall of my room. I had her arms in my hands as I held her against the wall. She looked scared, not knowing what might happen next, but resigned to her fate. I stared into her eyes, my contempt, anger, offense, lust and love all coming together as we locked gazes.

And then I leaned forward and wrapped my arms around her and gently pulled her into me. And I kissed her softly and gently on her swollen lips. I pulled her closer to me and she melted in my arms.

I don't know why I kissed her, only that I wanted to more than anything in the world. I could smell him on her. Her kiss was actually salty and her breath smelled of his sperm. But her lips were so soft and my mouth fit hers perfectly.

As we continued our kiss I unzipped her dress from the back and pushed it down her shoulders. I pushed the silky material past her shoulders and over her hips. She lifted her left leg and then her right as I pulled it over her legs. Megan stood before me in a white bra, her black high hi-heel shoes, and her dirty, torn white hose.

As I pulled her dress off I could see just exactly how bad her hose were torn. When her dress was off, I assumed that the tears in her hose were small. But once her dress was off, I could see that the tears didn't actually start at her thighs, but actually started from her crotch where the entire crotch of her pantyhose were torn out. I could see her dark pubic hair through the torn area. It was darker than her hair, but not quite black. It was still wet and matted down with Ross' seed.

As I continued our kiss I pulled her close and lovingly cupped her ass in the same exact way I had imagined Ross had done earlier. She responded to my kisses, grinding her body close to mine and running her hands through my hair. My hand snaked its way from her bottom, around her waist and then dipped down to the folds of her sex.

I attempted to rub my fingers over her lips and my finger disappeared inside her. I added another finger and they both easily entered her. I had never felt her wetter or more open that she was now. I added a third finger and Megan moaned into my mouth. "Don't stop," she whispered. "Please don't stop."

I continued to finger Megan frantically. I wanted to make her come more than anything. I wanted her to remember what it was like with me rather than with Ross. "I want you inside of me. Please I want to feel you now," Megan whispered.

I didn't want to stop, but I couldn't help it. Megan helped me with my zipper and I dropped my pants and quickly followed with my boxers. My cock was harder than it had ever been before. I looked down at it and I was certain that it was bigger than ever before.

But, it didn't matter. Megan leaned up against the wall, thrusts her hips out toward me and guided me into her waiting sex. I pushed forward only slightly and slid entirely in. The heat just enveloped my cock. She was wet. Wetter than I had ever felt her. I could feel her wetness all the to my pubic bone.

I pulled back and slipped completely out. Megan's pussy was so lose, so open, that it was difficult for my little soldier to stay in her in this position. Megan didn't hesitate. She reached down and guided me back into her. She was so smooth and open. I had always loved the way that Megan had felt before. I had fucked her with her lying on her back holding her legs as far apart as humanly possible, and it had felt great. But here, with Megan up against the wall, her legs together to help support her weight, she was more open than I believed possible. My cock was covered with her slickness, barely touching her inside walls, and certainly not powering them to widen, as I effortlessly moved within her.

I swear my orgasm started in my toes, moved up my legs, came round my ass, and blasted its way from my pulsing cock. With one final hot, wet, down stroke, I buried my seed in Megan. As I finished my last spurt the realization that my sperm was going to have to travel a long way to get to the starting point of Ross' sperm on the journey to Megan's womb. I had lasted all of three minutes.

Megan pulled me close, wrapping her arms around me and embracing me. "It's okay, baby," she said. "I love the way your little man feels inside me." Little man. She had never once called my cock "little man" in the entire time that we had dated. But that's what it was now. Her little man.

I kissed her and moved my hand back to the sweet wetness between her legs. I might not be able to fuck her to orgasm, but I could certainly finish the job with my hand. As a motto, it doesn't quite rival the Rangers' "leave no man behind," but at the time, it's all that I had.

I slid three fingers into Megan and maneuvered my thumb up to rest just over the top of her clitoris. I moved my fingers in a circular motion inside her and my thumb followed suit, moving in even smaller circles. Megan made a noise in her throat that was almost like a bird cooing, or a cat purring.

After five minutes, my arm started to get a little tired. A couple minutes more and it started to cramp. But I didn't want to stop. I absolutely had to make her come. Megan could feel it as my hand started to slow in its ministrations. "Ohhhh," she cried. "Please don't stop."

I pushed up against here, trying to slow the cramps as they developed in my arm. I leaned in to kiss her and her lips met mine. As I pulled back, her eyes looked into mine. "Please?" she whispered.

Her arms moved to my shoulders and she began to push down on them. I trailed kisses over her breasts, her stomach and eventually I kissed her thighs as I dropped to my knees. The strong smell of excitement -both hers and his - emanated from her crotch. Her lips were still open and the hair on her pussy was matted. She ran her hands through my hair and pulled me closer. "Please," she said. "Please make me come."

I tentatively parted her legs with my hands and moved my face closer to her crotch. The smell of their combined sexual juices was overwhelming. I stuck out my tongue and softly traced her swollen lips. My cock began to stiffen as I began lapping Megan's wetness. I could taste her juices, a taste that I had become very familiar with over the past months. But I could also taste him. I was licking his semen from my girlfriend's swollen pussy, and it wasn't anything like what I expected. It wasn't salty, or bitter or sweet. As God is my witness, it tasted like mint.

I pumped my cock in my hand as I continued eating Megan. Her moans got louder and her movements more frantic until she finally pulled my head into her crotch with both hands. She came on my mouth as my own come hit the floor beneath me. She pulled me up and kissed me on the lips and we fell on the bed together, totally spent.

Chapter 9
I wished I could say that everything worked out okay between Megan and I, but that wouldn't be the truth. We hung out at her apartment for the next two weeks negotiating terms for getting back together. She continued to want more of my time, while I was extremely mindful how getting back with her would affect my reputation. It wasn't like it was a secret around the fraternity what had happened. After all, her signed panties did hang on the wall of one of my brother's room.

In week three I had to go out of town for a couple of days and Megan went out takeing with some of the fraternity little sisters. They all got a little takes and ended up back at the house. Suffice it to say she ended bent over Ross' bed with his cock buried inside her. But that wasn't enough. She came back the next night and he promptly shared her with his suite mate. As one of the little sisters told me later, Megan was sitting astride Mark's cock when Ross buried his own cock in her ass. She apparently screamed the first time he fucked her "special" ass. She didn't scream when he and Mark changed places later.

I never talked to Megan again after that and she soon transferred to another school. At the time, I was totally embarrassed about what had happened, not to mention how it made me feel. I just wish I knew then how lucky I was to have a girl like Megan.

THE END

Please let me know what you thought. Thanks, Wolfercat.

great story!!