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... was gonna take anything he had to offer: short and sweet or long and hard, I didn’t care. I needed his cock to push me over the edge. I had not had sex in 8 months. I didn’t care if he pulled out in 30 seconds or if he wore me sore. He sensed I was cumming again, just like on the phone, “Don’t hold back, let yourself go.” That last part. How did he know? How did he fucking know? I grabbed the back of his neck and lunged into his thrusting cock as I started squirting. Pussy juice was gushing onto his belly then back onto mine as I screamed, “Fuuuuuck Yeah, Fuuuuck Yeah! Shit, Shit, Shit…” then “Oooooh” as the first wave subsided. He pulled out and rolled me over on my hands and knees, “I like it doggy-style.” he said loudly. He then turned me another 45 degrees toward the end of the bed. I caught him looking at the dresser mirror and could see him grasp my hips and reinsert his pussy soaked cock back in me. I admit we looked pretty damn hot: his 6’2” muscular frame bearing down on my sleek body on all fours, mussied blond hair, to my white tube socks just oozed sex. I could sense he was getting close. Monosyllabic grunts “Yeah” “Yeah” “C’mon“ “That’s it” were accompanied by a firmer, and firmer grip on my hips. Then he wrapped his right arm under my waist and grabbed a fistful of my mussied blond hair with his left and let out a loud, “Wheeeeeew Hooooo!” I remember thinking at that instant, “Is this a southern thing, cuz that just ruined the moment.” What I did not realize was ...

... it was not a southern homeboy thing, it was not goofy sexual outburst for an X-rated bloopers reality show: it was a signal. Six of his frat brothers burst out of the walk-in closet chanting, “Bronco-One, Bronco-Two, Bronco-Three….” I tried to pull away, but James had lock-tight hold and kept pumping furiously. The more I tried to pull or kick away, the tighter his grip on my waist got. The third time I tried to pull away, he gave my hair a stern yank, “C’mon Girl, almost there.” “….Bronco-Eight!” the spilling crowd reached followed by a chorus of laughter, cheers, and congratulations to James. “Ride her Cowboy, eight seconds to glory, Yeah!”. James then joined in their revel while still pumping away, “Yeah, I told you guys, it’s all in getting a good grip.” The six brothers cheered. I couldn’t believe it, all that talking on the phone. This lying son-of-a-bitch. It wasn’t real, all lies and here I am being fooled again. I stopped struggling at that point contemplating how I could be fooled so easily, then thinking how I was gonna get kicked out of Chi Omega. And sure enough, Rob is not two feet from the end of the bed smiling. Then the flash went off. “What the fuck!” I screamed. “James,” brother Carl snipped, “Finish her off or something.” He began waving the developing picture in his hand. “60 more seconds, James do you think you can go double or nothing until this Polaroid develops?” “You’re on!” he bellowed. He pulled both my arms back and fell forward throwing his full ...