I AM BOD 01 - Part Three - Sex Stories

I AM BOD 01 - Part Three

... texture of the fatter part of his tongue from further back in his mouth felt rough compared to the tongue tip method all the guys had been using thus far. It was heavier and thicker. This was another new sensation I had never experienced. It felt wonderful, and I really liked it! And because he was using the fatter part of his tongue, his flicks were not as rapid, yet still I felt a jolt every time his tongue made contact with my clit. Damn, these young pledges were doing better than I expected. My breathing quickened and got shallow. They all were listening to the gargled moans I made through the gag. My eyes were squinted tight as Keith's tongue relentlessly stroked my clit. Was Keith going to be the one? Was this it? Was his innovative tonguing technique going to take me over the top? It sure felt like it! I could feel my clit tingling!

Then, of course, Taylor said, "Times up, Keith." I gurgled no, no, no! Please don't do this to me again! I was so close! Couldn't Taylor tell I was on the brink of a full-blown orgasm?

Keith jumped up, and Max slid onto the stool for his second and final turn. This was the last chance for a pledge to finish me off and achieve the job they were brought here to do. Max got right to it, and it's a good thing he did because my clit was still reeling from the workout Keith gave it. Max's tonguing technique was completely different from Keith's. Still, the residual effects I felt from Keith's tonguing action carried over, which didn't ...

... hurt Max's cause. I desperately needed Max to take me all the way and finish me off.

After all this, I was so ready. I kept thinking, please let this happen!

Taylor, Troy, and the four pledges were intently watching this orgasmic drama play out right before them. I assumed they realized from my gargled moans that I was close, and they didn't want to miss a single moment of the erotic torture I was experiencing. From his first turn, I remembered Max being the one with the light tongue-flicking method that felt so intense. And Max did not disappoint me this time, either. The second I felt his tongue ever so lightly contact the tip of my clit, I could tell he was doing the same action he had done before, and it felt fantastic! Surely, this was it, even if it took him more than the normal five-minute turn.

Since Max was the last pledge, I assumed Taylor would let him finish me off. I couldn't take any more torturous interruptions or the constant change in tonguing techniques the pledges subjected me to.

As Max magically worked his tongue on my clit, I was zoning out more than ever. I was entering a euphoric state, and my mind began to wander. For some strange reason, as my body climbed closer to an orgasmic high, I started wondering, why me. Was I really supposed to be here doing this? Was this my destiny? Physically, it felt right, and I had no inhibitions about sexually serving guys in outrageous ways. That bridge had been crossed back in my senior high school ...