the I Phelta Thi Sorority - Part 1 - Sex Stories

the I Phelta Thi Sorority - Part 1

... are the attic rooms,” said the thin blonde.

“And what was your name again?” I asked.

She grinned. “Kelly. Remember that, now! So many girls’ names, how will you ever keep track?” She gently opened the door to a cozy room filled with pillows. The entire floor was a foam mattress, covered with soft fabric. The outer ceiling sloped down over a gabled window with a stellar view of the city.

Desiree and Sarah were bent intently over a laptop.

“Oh, hi,” said Desiree. “I wasn’t sure what the best way is to bring a guy to orgasm, so we were looking it up.”

“Thoughtful of you,” I said. “I might be able to supply some ideas.”

“It says here that some guys like prostate stimulation, but others get freaked out.”

“Well,” I began.

“That’s like sticking my finger in your asshole. I’ve got gloves, of course.”

Sarah was wide-eyed and silent. I’m guessing the possibility that someone might actually choose this form of initiation had not occurred to her until recently.

“Sure, I think I would like that,” I said.

“I’ll have to watch, to verify the orgasm,” said Sarah. “It’s in the rules. Maybe I can learn something. I’ve never had sex. With a girl, even.”

“Then how will you know it’s an orgasm?” I said.

Sarah was turning bright red. “Well, doesn’t this stuff come out of your wee-wee? I mean your penis? I don’t know.”

“Well, let’s get started,” said Desiree. “I’ve never had sex with a guy either, so there.” She deftly removed her shirt and bra to reveal ...

... full breasts, her beautiful blonde hair cascading across raised nipples. She threw herself down on her back. “Just slap that willy between these two, they’ll make you cum.” She jiggled them in a reclining shimmy that made me laugh. She slathered lubricant between them.

“Do you mind if I’m gentle with them first?” I asked.

“Suit yourself, Romeo.”

“Would you mind unfastening my pants?” I said.

Desiree glanced up at Sarah, who was huddled in the corner, knees up, long dress pulled over her legs.

“I’m lying down,” said Desiree. “Would you mind doing the honors?”

Sarah rolled her eyes. “It counts against you, you know. You’re supposed to do it by yourself.”

“Sure. This is just a practice run, anyway. You can’t expect me to get it right on the first try.”

Sarah crawled over to where I was standing. “Get down on your knees,” she said. I did, and she fidgeted with my belt and trouser button, swaddling my sexual organs pleasantly. Finally, she got my pants open and pulled them down, eyes bulging at the growing mound inside my underpants.

Sarah looked frantically over at Desiree, unsure what to do.

“All the way,” said Desiree. “It’s good practice for you, girl.”

Sarah gingerly reached between by body and the elastic and pulled my underpants down, causing my organ to spring out almost in her face as she bent over to undress me.

She sat up abruptly. Taking in the faint smell of latent sperm ready to be released, she gave a twisted little smile, and ...