The Adventures of Dennis: Brie's Orgasm, or Betrayal - Sex Stories

The Adventures of Dennis: Brie's Orgasm, or Betrayal

... a girl this hard it would be totally worth it. She said, “Oh my God.” She took several rapid breaths. “Fuck,” she said. The bed scraped against the wall once more. I was watching my cock ram in and out of her pussy (I was high enough to see it). Two folds of her clit were pushed in when my cock moved in and flapped out when it moved out. The condom glistened. She ripped the bed sheet off the mattress. My hand swept down her leg in a mutual muscle spasm; her leg jerking forward and my arm surrendering. I collapsed on top of her. My head touched down on her pillow. My orgasm felt like it took two minutes. Brie’s exhales were long and loud. It sounded like she said ‘Ga’ over and over. She squeezed me twice with her arms and legs. I drooled on her shoulder and stopped caring if all the cum I was pumping out broke the condom and Brie got pregnant and we had a baby and gave it up for adoption and kept fucking. This particular moment I didn’t want this to end. When I got back to my room, I found a note on the door: MEET US AT THE BACK OF STORM AT 5:30. WE KNOW YOU DON’T HAVE CLASS THEN. WE KNOW YOU WON’T REGRET IT. There I was, at the back of Storm Hall. I didn’t see anybody. I don’t usually smoke, but I was smoking a cigarette then, because I was nervous. I don’t usually get nervous. Only in my dreams. I try (and succeed) to not give a shit about the slightest thing on the outside, and as a catch 22 I have nightmares. This felt like a dream. Two dudes came up to me from the path ...

... behind the dumpster. They were carrying textbooks and wearing preppy sweaters, but I felt like I’d seen them both before. One of the guys—the dark haired one—nodded at me, and kept ignoring me. For another few seconds. “Dennis,” said the light haired dude. “What’s up,” I said and dropped my cigarette and stepped on it. “Trey,” he said. I shook his hand. “Brent,” said the dark haired guy. I shook his hand. There was a pause. “Let’s cut to the chase,” said Brent. “We’ve heard stories about you.” “The whole campus has heard stories about you,” said Trey. “Now let’s get real. Some people think you’re disgusting, a weirdo, a horrible person,” Brent said. “But we think you’re just one of us.” “We want to induct you in to Alpha Alpha Sig Fi,” Trey said. “The what?” I said it loudly. “We’re a secret frat,” said Brent. Over the next couple weeks, I started going back and forth between my dorm and this rented house off campus, which served as the base of Alpha Alpha Sig Fi. The house was almost impossible to find and I needed to mention a password before I was even given the address. At first, I thought I was being inducted in to something that was basically the ultimate inside-joke: a parody of actual frats. But I came to understand that there was a specific mission of the frat. It was for college age bachelors. Players. Womanizers. Whatever you wanted to call yourself. Every dude in this house—and there were only fifteen—was in constant competition with the other to fuck more girls ...