the I Phelta Thi Sorority - Part 1 - Sex Stories

the I Phelta Thi Sorority - Part 1

... impulsively planted a tiny kiss on the shaft, giggling.

“Here, pull my pants the rest of the way off, please!” I requested, lying down with my legs in the air so she could do so.

Naked from the waist down, I knelt and leaned over Desiree, gently kissing her left breast.

She gave a little shiver. “Ooh. Tingles.”

Gently cupping her left breast, I switched my mouth to her right, lovingly kissing.

Sarah was still on her hands and knees, mesmerised, but she shuffled back to her crouched position, knees up, in the corner. Only this time, her dress didn’t quite come down all the way, and I could discern a little wet patch in the middle of her white panties. She apparently hadn’t noticed, as she didn’t pull the dress down. She watched us sullenly.

I straddled Desiree.

“Off with the shirt,” she said. “I want skin.”

I obeyed her command, and also complied with her suggestion to place my penis between her breasts. She squeezed them closed on it, and I involuntarily gave out a moan.

She watched as the tip emerged and retracted from the soft fleshy mass.

If I came right that second - and it was tough not to - the gooey white fluid would land on her chest, maybe her face.

As if she read my thoughts, she said “Cum to me baby, splatter it all over my cleavage. I’ll go out and show the girls so everyone can see it. That way they’ll know I’m truly initiated. And they can lick it off!”

Sarah unconsciously moaned, and spread her legs further, so I could see ...

... the growing spot of moisture.

Next door, I heard a buzzing sound, from Kelly’s room. It did not sound like someone studying chemistry.

My loving thrusts continued, but the sex felt incomplete. My attraction to Sarah was driving me crazy. In these tough conditions, one has to problem-solve rapidly.

“You know,” I said, “Male excitement is often rendered more intense by visual stimulus.” When I looked meaningfully at Sarah she gasped.

“I can dial up some porn. . .” she began, reaching for the laptop.

“But why?” I countered. “When there is a beautiful body right here?”

“You mean mine?”

“None other.”

“You want me to take my clothes off.”

I nodded.

“Do it!” said Desiree. “You’re not having sex, after all. He’s just looking. Though I’m disappointed that he doesn’t find my body to be adequate. . .”

“That’s not what I said,” I protested. Desiree chortled.

Sarah hesitated, then tore off her blouse and bra. “Is that better?” she demanded.

“There’s a beautiful most spot in the middle of your underwear,” I said.

“Oh, you want to see my undies? Fine, I’ll take off the dress.” She did, and resumed her position in the corner, boobs out, now dressed in only her round glasses and white panties with a spot in the middle.

“I’m a bit nearsighted,” I said. “Could you come a little closer?”

She made a sound of exasperation, and made her way closer, directly in front of me, leaning back on her elbows with the most spot clearly in view.

“Do you have ...