Special Agents Gerald Maytag and Heather Stanton settled into the plastic seats of the campus police briefing room. They had just met Secret Service agents Tyrell Hill and Elaine Lund, and their supervisor, Hank "Red Bone" Bonet. There was no time allotted beyond introductions, though. Red Bone began his briefing almost immediately. The annoyed expression on his face made it clear that he cared little for this assignment.

"Here at Lonestar University, the Gamma Gamma Gamma sorority has a long history of hosting easter egg hunts every year for the Sigma Epsilon Chi fraternity," Red Bone began. His voice was deep, colored by a southern twang. He wore an old suit, with a paisley tie long out of fashion, and a large ring on each hand. One was a wedding band, the other a heavy platinum ring bearing the United States Marine Corps insignia. The trademark red hair on top of his head was fighting a losing battle to an invasion of gray.

"In past years," he went on, "this was a simple, run of the mill, egg hunt. A social affair. Some years they even did it for charity, with sick kids comin' in a and so on. Well, that's changed. The event has taken on more of a sexual nature recently."

"Sir?" Maytag asked.

"I'm not gonna get into salacious details with y'all, Agent Maytag. Go ahead and use your imagination, I understand this is y'all's kind of bidness, so that shouldn't be too hard."

Stanton laughed. So did Hill and Lund.

"The exact details of the activity are not at issue," Red Bone said. "What we care about is the participation, or more importantly the non-participation, of Tara Gash in said activity."

Tara Gash was the twenty year old daughter of recently elected President Garrison Gash. When he was Texas Governor Gash, Tara elected to attend Lonestar University. The choice sat well with Texans then, and with the country at large when Gash ran for the Oval Office.

Tara Gash enjoyed good approval ratings. It didn't hurt that she was also an attractive young woman. Late night talk show hosts referred to her as the First Babe, early morning radio shock jocks called her First Nookie. The Secret Service called her something not so far different.

Simply by being a candidate for the highest office in the land, Gash received the benefit of Secret Service protection. Which also meant he received a Secret Service codename, Okra. Red Bone bestowed it upon him, because he thought Gash was a good, down-home Southern boy like himself. Treasury Agents who did not think so highly of the man said Okra was a good name because Gash was a fucking vegetable.

Keeping with the Southern theme, the First Lady, Lucy, received the pseudonym "Cotton". Their eldest son Asher was doomed to have Tobacco as his sophomoric code name. Young Julian was tagged "Grits". They called Tara Gash "Biscuit".

"Did she participate last year?" Maytag asked, undaunted by Red Bone's previous comment.

Red Bone took a deep breath. "Yes, but the good people of Texas have more of an understanding for the vagaries of this fine educational institution than their fellow Americans. If Okra has to explain this to them, he'll establish an official team of Presidential Sea Lions in Alaska and then send me up there to act as their security detail."

Maytag pressed. "But, sir,--"

"Dang it, Maytag!" Red Bone exploded. "I am not going to have the liberal press running stories about the First Daughter running around on Easter Sunday with a bright pink plastic easter egg stuck up her cooter, you got me?"

Stanton snorted trying to hold back the laughter.

"I apologize for offending your delicate sensibilities, Agent Stanton," Red Bone said. "It seems Agent Maytag has managed to make me lose my cool. I think it also shows how serious I am about this, even if my Secret Service agents do not share that opinion. Perhaps they oughtta."

Hill and Lund straightened at that, clearly offended.

"Now that I have everyone's full attention, let me continue. Since the Gamma Easter Egg Hunt has changed to a non-traditional romp in the garden, some years the ladies give Egg Hunt assignments. Specific guys in Ep Chi are paired with specific members from Gamma Gamma Gamma. That is what is happening this year, but we have no idea who might have Biscuit or what the Egg Hunt game is this year. You have two days to find Biscuit's guy and keep him in a cold shower until this thing is done."

Stanton asked a question. "Sir, you have a detail around Miss Gash. Why not just stop things from that side?"

"Of course I have a detail around her, where do you think these yahoos came from?" Red Bone wagged a finger at Hill and Lund. "But if I start acting like some overprotective Baptist nanny, Biscuit complains to Cotton, and Cotton talks to Okra, and then guess what Okra does?"

"Sends you to watch those sea lions, sir?" Hill asked.

"Love that humor, Hill," Red Bone said. "I'll be sure to request that you be transferred along with me so I don't miss it up there." Red Bone looked around. "Now, do you four think you can handle this assignment? Do I need to pull out crayons and draw you a picture? Well, answer me!"

"No, sir," everyone said in unison before they broke up into a cacophony of "understood", "got it", "no problem" and a machine gun string of sir's.

"That's what I want to hear," Red Bone said. "I want regular status reports. Dismissed." It was Red Bone that exited, however, leaving the four to hash out a plan of attack.

Maytag and Stanton looked at their peers, who looked back at them. Tyrone Hill was a dark-skinned black man with hair cut so short his head might as well have been shaved. He had a thin mustache, and wore a dark olive suit with fashionably short thin lapels, and a matching shirt tie of a slightly lighter olive color. Elaine Lund was almost translucently white in comparison, with short blond hair and green eyes. She wore the same kind of simple black pant suit that the blue-eyed brunette Stanton did, but she wore a gold choker around her neck, and multiple bracelets, while Stanton wore only simple earrings. Maytag was the picture of the uniform G-man as Hoover intended, brown hair cut neat, face clean shaven. His suit and tie were fit for banking, but his black shoes were built for walking a beat.

Stanton spoke first. "What did he mean, he was serious about this, but others were not? Was that a dig at you two?"

"Not exactly," Lund answered in a strong voice that stood out from the fair features and pixie haircut. "He meant it more across the board."

"How so?" Maytag asked.

Hill replied, "No one was interested in this assignment. Red Bone had to compromise. He brought in you two, and he let the rest of us draw straws."

"I see," Maytag said.

"We're all professionals here, Agent Maytag," Lund said. "We'll do the job right."

"To tell you the truth," Hill said, "I like the assignment. Never miss a chance to mess with fraternity guys."

"OK, then," Stanton said. "Where do we start? We have no probable cause to conduct searches. We're going to need someone to cooperate."

"Fat chance," Lund said. "I was with Biscuit and some of her sorority sisters at a Lonestar basketball game. They wanted us to get them hot dogs and soda. Thought we were some kind of valet."

"Biscuit's cooler than that," Hill said. "I mean, she gets what she wants in life, but she treats us with respect. She knows what the job is all about."

"So we need to find someone we can lean on a little," Maytag said. "Do we have a list of these people?"

"We have one for Gamma Gamma Gamma," Lund said.

"I'll snag one for Ep Chi," Hill added. "We'll check the campus police records first, and then look up names against CIC."

An hour later, they were doing exactly that, going through names, checking against the campus police records for anything of interest. Each worked at their own terminal with a partial list of names to speed up work, but they were near enough each other to chat.

"What kind of name is Elizabeth-Constance van der Horeth?" Stanton asked.

"A rich one, I'm sure," Maytag said. "My list reads like the Fortune 500 list of companies. The names are exactly the same."

"I know," said Lund. "I feel like I'm investigating investment banks"

"Or shopping for cars, or striking oil" Hill added. "Like a who's who of rich and famous."

"Or for their kids," Maytag said.

"I would have guessed Ivy League for these kids," Lund said.

"The weather is better here," Stanton said.

"And maybe the work is easier," Hill added.

"I've got a guy here that campus police cited for public intoxication, urination, and resisting arrest." Lund called.

"Sounds like a typical college Thursday night," Maytag said. "That's not good leverage. He's probably proud of it."

"Well here's one that obviously isn't proud," Stanton said.

"What's that?" Hill asked.

"Gloria Alberts changed her name just before entering school this year," she said. "Campus police have it on file as a matter of record."

"Maybe her parents were divorced," Lund said. "Getting back at her father."

"People change their names," Maytag said. "Why is that embarrassing?"

"Because most people don't start out as a Dorschenberg," Stanton answered.

"Who?" Hill asked.

Maytag was much more familiar with the name than Hill. "The millionaire murderer," he said softly. Maytag started in the FBI with a violent crimes unit. One of his first cases was an unexplained set of killings in country clubs. Two wealthy matrons were slain, and a few others that made the occasional society column. Originally they suspected the help, but eventually they uncovered Neils Dorschenberg as the killer.

"I remember that case," Lund said.

"Me too," Maytag said. "I remember Gloria Dorschenberg, too. She was a nice kid."

"Why would she wait until now to change her name?"

"Fresh start, I guess," Maytag said. "She's been through enough, and deserves that fresh start. I can't lean on her for this."

"That's OK," Lund said. "That's why they call it good cop, bad cop."

"And we can make it three bad cops if we have to," Hill added.

*

Gloria Alberts was not happy. "Please, Agent Maytag, don't do this to me again!"

"Just tell us about the weekend," Hill said. "We get that, you never hear from us again. Neither does anyone else."

She folded her arms in front of her. "Fine! Ashley, the Gamma president, gave us a list of guys and names for each. We had to mark the guys with the girls names so they would know who they had for the Egg Hunt."

"Mark them?" Lund asked.

"Their dicks, all right!? We took a marker and wrote it on their dicks. All the pledges had to do this as an assignment. So if you had Ashley's guy you wrote a-s-h-l-e-y on the side of his thing."

"I wonder who could fit Elizabeth-Constance?" Stanton asked.

"You'd be disappointed," Gloria said. "I could only write E-C."

*

"Seems pretty simple," Hill said. "We just sneak a camera in the bathrooms at their frat house and watch."

"Poor resolution, not enough time," Maytag said. "Next idea."

"We just ask them to drop anchor and look," Lund said.

"They can refuse," Stanton said. "Unless we had a warrant."

"How are you planning on getting that?" Hill asked.

"Check the list. If just one of those pledges was seventeen, we're in business."

"But then it would be public record," Lund said. "We'd draw attention to the whole thing. Exactly what Red Bone doesn't want."

"Not necessarily," Maytag said. "If she's a minor, we can keep the whole thing sealed on the basis of protecting her identity. By extension Tara Gash is protected."

"Do you think a judge is going to give you a John Doe search warrant on that evidence?"

"This state executes mentally retarded people," Maytag said. "Not exactly a bastion of defendant's rights."

"And it's Gash's backyard," Stanton added.

They had a warrant before you could whistle Dixie.

*

They found their first trio outside the library. The agents knew the boys were Ep Chi because their shirts were emblazoned with the greek letters. The feds escorted them to the men's room in the library, explaining what they needed on the way.

"Well they're not coming in, are they?" one guy asked, looking at Stanton and Lund.

"How about that?" Hill said. "They'd rather have a couple of men poking around their shorts."

"That's not what I meant!"

"What did you mean?" Lund asked, amused.

"They can check me out," said the guy, doing his best to stick out his chest.

In The bathroom the frat boys dropped their shorts, and the agents took a look at what was written.

"If you're looking for nutritional information," one said to Stanton as she crouched in front of him, "it's 100% pure beef."

"Oh, it's bull, that's for sure," Stanton replied. She examined the guy's flaccid length. "Lucky guy," she said. "Two names."

"Another lucky one," Maytag said. "Two names on this one as well."

"And I'm the luckiest of all," Hill said. "Does Tara G mean anything to you people."

"You two can go," Maytag said to the others.

"You have a little sore there, " Stanton said to 100% beef as he pulled up his pants.

"I do?" he asked nervously.

"Yeah. Might want to get that checked."

Lund looked at her quizzically as the two dashed out of the bathroom. Stanton smiled and shook her head no.

"Listen up," Hill said to the guy, whose pants were still around his ankles. "I don't care what you and Miss Gash do normally. Fraternize all you want. But this weekend, you stay clear, you hear me?"

"We'll be watching you all weekend," Lund said. "If you so much as jay walk, we'll hold you in the tank for as long as the courts let us. Then a little bit more while your lawyer writes briefs to make us stop."

He surrendered his wallet and they got his name and every number they could find. They had no idea if the song and dance worked, but he looked scared. His dick had shrunken up like a sun dried tomato.

*

"That's right, sir," Hill said on the phone. "We'll be watching him the whole time. We will call you if anything changes. Thank you, sir." He turned to face his colleagues. "Red Bone is thrilled."

"He oughtta be. We nailed this thing. Now maybe we can relax," Stanton said, smiling at Hill.

"You think?" Lund said, looking up from a note pad where she had been writing.

"He was scared shitless in there, Lund," Hill said. "He's not going anywhere."

Lund shrugged. "Yeah, you're probably right." She went back to her pencil work.

"What's up Lund?" Maytag asked. "What are you working on?"

"I started in the counterfeit division of the Secret Service," she said. "They teach us how to do quick statistics so we can figure out math for the money supply and how fast bad bills can move in a certain area, likelihoods of coincidence, that sort of thing."

"And?" Stanton asked.

"Well, I did some rough checking on the odds of us finding Biscuit's guy on the first shot."

Hill stroked his mustache. "What about it?"

"I figure about the same as hitting a number straight up on roulette."

"That's not so odd," Hill replied. "35 to one, right?"

"Thirty-seven," Stanton said. "You're forgetting the zeroes. The payout is 35 to one."

"Yes, not so unlikely," Lund answered. "But what about the other guys, the ones with two names?"

"Mr Bullshit and friend? What about them?" Stanton asked.

"Well, the numbers of guys and girls in the two groups is only off by a small number. So there should be very few guys with more than one name."

"I see," Maytag said. "And you calculated the odds of us getting two of those and Biscuit's guy in our first shot. How bad?"

"Think about hitting that same roulette number, only on a wheel with ten thousand numbers."

"It doesn't matter," Hill asserted. "It happened. We're just lucky."

"Maybe," Maytag said. "But you don't think so, do you, Lund?"

"No. Those odds are too high against us. But there's a way it becomes more likely."

"How's that?" Stanton asked. They all focused on Lund now. It was her show.

"Imagine the distribution changes. Imagine this was not pretty much one-to-one. If a lot of guys had one name, then the remaining guys would be outnumbered by the girls, and more likely to get two names. Then in any random sample, you would be more likely to draw guys with multiple girls, and guys with that one name."

Realization spread through all of them. "Tara Gash is that one name," Stanton said.

"It wasn't luck, it was almost a guarantee," Maytag said.

"Oh, shit," Hill said, slapping a hand to his smooth head.

"Oh, shit, is right," Lund said. "Gamma Gamma Gamma set Biscuit up with a gang bang."

*

They decided to gauge how bad things were first before having Red Bone place the whole fraternity under house arrest. They took that John Doe warrant around and used it all over. They didn't always find someone with Tara G on his johnson, but they found a few more, and quickly.

Each time they gave him the same warning, but they knew the guys must be talking to one another. The agents knew they could not be winning. After they had a couple dozen results, Lund calculated new statistics. "I'd say about twenty five guys, plus or minus a few."

"God damn!" Hill exclaimed.

To add insult, the boys took to a little creative writing. Stanton found one guy who had crossed out Tara G and written "Heather" instead. There was no Heather in Gamma Gamma Gamma. She knew they were talking to each other after that.

Stanton mentioned it to Lund, who confirmed it. She saw a Heather and an Elaine last round as well. They were both about to say something when they lost the chance. Hill found a guy with Heather written on his prick.

"What is this?" he said.

"What?" the guy said.

Hill stood up and slapped him. "Don't fuck with me, fool! What is this? Are you a comedian?"

The boy tried to move back, but the pants around his ankles hobbled him. He had been smiling, but he looked terrified after the slap.

"Hey, hey," Maytag yelled. "Cool it, Hill! What's going on?"

"Maytag, get him out of here, we'll take care of this," Stanton said.

Maytag and Hill left the room, and Stanton pulled Lund aside. "This is my play. Keep your mouth shut, don't say a word to anyone." Then she turned to the guy.

"Is that Elaine or Heather written there?" she asked him.

"Heather," he said, still cowering.

"I'm Heather," she said, "Do you know that?"

He offered a nervous yes.

"Is that some kind of joke, or do you want to fuck me?"

"Huh?"

"You're a college student," Stanton said. "Pretend you know English. Is that just a joke, or do you want to fuck me this Easter?"

"I...I..."

"I'll take that as a yes. And I'm gonna make a deal with you... what's your name again?"

"Brad."

"Brad," Stanton said. "Here's the deal. I come over to that little house of yours on Easter, and everyone who has Tara G, or Tara G with a line through it, and no other name other than mine or Elaine's can take me on."

He was silent. Absolutely silent.

"What's wrong, I'm not your type? I will rock your world, Brad. Do you believe me?"

"I believe you," he said.

"I don't!" Lund called out. "Are you out of your mind?"

"Do you have a better idea? How else can we keep all of these guys under wraps and away from her for the day?"

"You're just replacing one scandal with another! A bigger one!"

"Who's going to talk? Brad?"

"Yes! They'll talk, they won't be able to shut about it."

"If they talk, it can never happen again. If it blows up, Tara Gash is out of here, and they're toast."

"So are we!"

"We're toast anyway, Lund. We became fall guys, proxies, patsies, whatever, as soon as we got this assignment. That's why you drew lots. That's why Red Bone is so tense. No one wins, here."

Lund sighed. Stanton was right and they both knew it. "You're serious about this aren't you?" Lund asked.

Stanton nodded her head.

"Well, then count me in," Lund said. "If you can take on twenty guys for the team, I can, too."

"OK. What do you think of that, Brad?"

Brad's dick was hard. That pretty much answered the question.

*

In the car, Maytag and Hill watched Lund and Stanton walk to the fraternity house. They sat with pursed lips and said little. They had already argued the day before and lost. No one wanted to go to Alaska. This was the best plan they had.

On the way up the stairs to the wooden porch Lund looked at Stanton. "Nervous?"

"A little," Stanton lied. She rang the door bell. "I think that'll go away soon."

"Could I call you Heather during this thing?"

"Sure. Would you like if I call you Elaine?"

"Yes."

Stanton smiled. The front door opened and a short stocky kid with a Sigma Epsilon Chi hat stood there, holding a beer.

"I see you're starting to party already," Stanton asked.

"You must be Heather and Elaine," he said, smiling.

Stanton smiled right back. "We sure are. Before we come in, I just want to make sure you guys have the rules straight. Only the guys who drew Tara's name to start with are here, correct?"

"Yes," he answered.

"Everyone clipped their nails and filed them nice and smooth?"

"You know it," he said, showing her his smooth nails. "You know a little bit about this kind of thing, huh?"

"I'll ask the questions. And lose the baseball hat, OK? I hate that look."

He scrambled to ditch the hat.

"And while we're on the subject of looks, I know this is a gang bang, and that this is a frat house, but I expect a little bit of class. The keg better not be in the room you have for us. And I don't want to see one piece of furniture in that room built out of wood planks and cinder blocks. Understand?"

"Uh, yeah, I'll check on that."

"Great," Stanton said as she walked in. "Now that being said, I think my friend and I could do with a beer before we get started. And have some water ready in the room. I'm sure we'll get thirsty."

He left the foyer, but curious boys began to enter the room from all sides. Lund quickly asked "You have done this before haven't you, Heather?" Stanton barely had time to plead the fifth before they were surrounded by young men, showing their fresh manicures, making little jokes.

*

"How long do you think this is going to take?" Hill asked outside in the car.

"I told you I don't want to talk about it," Maytag answered.

"They're probably getting started about now," Hill said. His dick was rock hard.

*

Kurt, Ep Chi treasurer and highest ranking among the assembled, lifted his cup in a toast. "Heather, Elaine, thank you for helping us out with this awkward situation. The girls at Gamma thought they had a good idea, but I think this is even better."

Whoops and hollers filled the room. There were about twenty guys in the room. Lund had not been very far off in her estimates. Most already had their shoes off, as did Stanton and Lund. There were mats covering the entire floor, another of Stanton's instructions.

"We have something for you," Kurt said. "The Gamma girls got these for the Egg Hunt and we thought you'd like to have one."

Another Ep Chi brother handed them each a white shirt. They were spaghetti strap tank tops, with only three Greek letter gammas the words, Easter Egg Hunt, and the year written over the left breast.

"Thanks," the women said.

"All the girls are wearing those today, so maybe you should, too."

"Good enough a start as any," Stanton said. She pulled off her top and the boys cheered. Someone turned on some music, and Stanton made a show of taking off her bra. She let the straps fall from her shoulder, held the cups in her hand, and teased the crowd. There were shouts and high fives all over. She gave them a peek, and then covered her breasts again.

"Take it off," someone yelled.

Stanton let them drop and set off another waves of cheers. She raised her arms over her head and shook her tits back and forth to more applause. Bringing her arms back down she put on the t-shirt. The brothers booed.

"It'll be off again soon," she said. "And I'm not alone," she said, gesturing to Lund.

The small blonde smiled and did her best to follow up what Stanton did. She peeled off her blouse slowly, but then ripped off her bra and threw it into the crowd. The blonde had full sized breasts that looked huge against her smallish frame. Stanton clapped appreciatively. The white tank top barely contained those breasts, and her nipples stood out hard against the solid white material.

"Bottoms," guys yelled out.

Stanton took Lund by the hand and stepped to the wall, smiling at the guys close by. Lund whispered to her, "I can't believe this is making me so wet!"

"You'd better be, Elaine," she whispered back. "They're about to explode." Stanton looked over her shoulder. "Can everyone see?" she yelled.

"Yeah," they shouted.

"Drop 'em, Elaine" Stanton said to her companion with a wink.

In synch, the two pulled down their pants and bent over. Stanton kept her eyes on the wall ahead of her, but Lund could not help looking back at the cheering crowd. She saw the boys staring at their asses. Only a few tried to make eye contact with her. She looked at Stanton's back and saw the buns of her ass rising from the small of her back, and a thin black strip of a thong that cleaved them.

"I see you dressed for the occasion," Lund said, as Stanton turned around.

"Huh?" she said as she smiled and played with the side straps of her underwear, teasing the boys.

"The thong," Lund said.

"Oh! Well, I usually wear those." Stanton raised her voice again. "Where's Brad, the guy who started this thing?"

They serenaded Brad, and clapped him on the back to move him forward. At the same time, the women kicked off their shoes and moved their clothes away.

"Take care of those," Kurt instructed a young pimply guy, most likely a pledge.

Stanton yanked Brad's pants down and dropped to her knees. She looked up at Brad and smiled before taking his cock in her mouth to thunderous applause. Stanton felt breath on her cheek, and looked over to see the blonde there as well. Her green eyes were as wide open as her mouth. Stanton took her mouth off Brad's tool and used her fist to push the stiffening cock into Lund's mouth. In seconds, they had him hard as a board.

The crowd had circled the pair as they sucked off Brad, but did not touch the women. It was understood that this was somehow ceremony, that they were going to pop Brad like a champagne cork to commence the games. A few stripped down, though, and started to stroke themselves. These guys drifted to the front.

Stanton and Lund saw the naked guys move forward, but they kept their attention fixed on Brad. The ladies took turns licking, pumping him with their fists, and sucking his balls. He popped off while he was in Stanton's mouth. Or rather, just after. She felt his legs tense, and Lund warned her as well. She pulled off and licked him sideway pumping at his root with her fist, letting his seed shoot over her shoulder and onto the mat. Brad shouted and the boys cheered his orgasm.

"That was hot, dude," some naked guy said as he moved Brad aside. He kept a hand on his cock and moved to face Lund. His chest was bare and smooth but for faint lines of muscle that cleaved his abdomen and outlined his pecs. Lund ran a hand on that smooth hard body and took his cock in her mouth.

Stanton turned the other way and was almost poked in the eye by a stiff prick sticking out in the air. "Hey watch that thing," she said.

"Why don't you watch it for me?" he asked.

Stanton slapped him on the ass, then took his buttocks with both hands and coaxed him into fucking her mouth.

The blonde and the brunette still knelt shoulder to shoulder, but facing opposite directions. For a short while, they reached a rhythm where there heads moved back at the same time, and the could see one another with a mouth full of cock.

Soon both had a prick in each hand and a pistoning rod working their mouths. Stanton felt the heat of the room. Twenty guys close in to them as they rocked head and limbs. She felt the sweat run from under her arms down her sides.

"Heather, look," Elaine said. She spotted it first. Little trails of color appearing on the shirt. Some pink, some straw yellow, some pale orange.

"What the hell is that?" Stanton asked. The same thing was happening to both of the girl's shirts.

"It looks like an Easter Egg," Lund giggled.

"That's the idea," someone said. Stanton looked up to see Kurt. She had been jerking him off with her left hand and had no idea who he was. "The Gamma girls paid a lot of money for these. They're treated with a chemical that reacts to body fluids."

"We should have plenty of that," some guy said.

"I wonder what cum will do?" asked someone else.

Stanton and Lund could not answer with their mouths full of dick again. The owner of one of those cocks said, "Let's find out!" He pulled away from Stanton's mouth and erupted a stream of jizz across her chest. Three ropes landed in a backwards N pattern. Everyone stood still for a moment to watch for the result. Bright blues and greens began to appear where the semen wetted the material.

"Cool," someone said, and the girls got back to sucking and pumping.

*

Hill answered his cell phone. It was Red Bone on the other end. Seemed that Biscuit was in a huff about something and had begun calling friends frantically, with no response. Red Bone took that to mean that any planned activity had been thwarted. He wanted to congratulate the four agents.

"Whatever it is y'all are doing, keep doing it," Red Bone told them.

"Yes, sir," Hill replied before Red Bone disconnected.

Maytag and Hill went on sitting in the car. What they had been doing, without talking about it, was to wonder what Stanton and Lund were up to. And wondering how long they were going to keep doing it.

*

Stanton was on her hands and knees with a cock in her mouth. There were a pair of meaty hands on her buttocks, and a slim prick sliding in and out of her. Her pussy was wet and slick. Some skilled young man with a delightfully agile tongue had licked her crease thoroughly before diving inside. He came quickly after he entered her, and left her quim greased with jism for the next stud.

The next stud fucked her with a hand under her to twiddle with her clit as he stroked. Combined with the hands on her head holding her still as someone fucked her mouth, and the random hands that squeezed her breasts, he had given Stanton her first orgasm. She tensed up and a brief spasm rocked through her, and the guys fucked and squeezed with more enthusiasm. The stud behind her lost control, but he pulled out to drop his load on her back. It left a blot of bright blue against the strip of tangerine orange that had formed where the shirt clung to her skin.

So this was the third cock inside her. She was glad that the none of the boys so far had been freakish in size. This was going to be tough enough without some soda-can thick prick stretching her out. Not that it would be such a bad thing, though, she thought.

Lund was also on all fours, still next to Stanton, still facing the other way. A few guys had already treated her pussy to a steady thumping, and had done their bit to decorate her shirt. One lost it in her mouth, though, and filled her mouth with hot cum.

The cock in front of her was flaccid, but already about as long as the stiff dick that gone off between her lips. She looked up to see a barrel chested guy with a square face and cool blue eyes. He smiled at her and she smiled back.

"Heather," she said. "I think we found the guy who was meant for Elizabeth-Constance."

"Hrrmmpphh?" Stanton asked. Her mouth was kind of busy. She wiggled out of that and looked over her shoulder in time to see Lund tilt her head as if she were eating a taco, and take the thick hose in her mouth. "Oh, my," she said. Be careful what you wish for.

Stanton went back to having her mouth stuffed, but the mental picture of that trunk that hanging away from that tight smooth body stayed with her. Lund worked as much spit in to her mouth as she could and sucked back on that floppy tube steak. It jumped in her mouth and stiffened. Soon the thing was too big to hold, and it just came free of her mouth and fell against her face with a heavy slap.

The owner of the tool said to Lund, "What do you think of her ass?"

Lund looked over at Stanton's rump and grinned "It's nice," she said.

The hung cocksman looked over at the guy pumping Stanton from behind. "How do you like hittin that?"

"Ahhh," the guy answered. He must have liked it a lot because he pulled out sprayed a fan shaped burst of watery cum on Stanton's back. A drop hit Lund on the cheek.

"I think I want some of that," said the burly cocksman. He looked down at Lund. "Why don't you lick her nice and clean for me?"

The green eyed blonde looked up at him. A wide grin split his face. "Go on," he said.

Stanton heard him say it, but said nothing. She was going to leave it up to Lund. In fact she worked double time on the cock in front of her to pretend that she hadn't heard it.

Lund licked her lips, and gazed at Stanton's round buns, bouncing in time to the brunette's cock sucking. It must have made an inviting target to anyone behind her. Maybe she would just take a look. She crawled over so that she get a better view. The guy who had been banging Lund crawled forward, too. He entered her again and Lund's eyes rolled up with the fresh shock of penetration.

Looking at Stanton's ass again, Lund saw the round twin cheeks above smooth muscular thighs. Those full buns met in a dark line of cleavage that gave way to a gap between her thighs, and a view of her pudenda. Puffy outer lips parted slightly and glistening wet. It looked so base. It was raw arousal. It screamed "fuck me".

"Oh, Heather," she said. "That looks so good."

Lund leapt at her. The guy behind her slipped out once more. The surrounding crowd that jerked off or sipped beer, or both, gave a renewed bit of cheering. She buried her face in Stanton's backside. It was a funky mix of pussy, salt, and semen. Lund licked he with abandon and rubbed her hands all over the woman's ass.

Stanton groaned in approval. She let the gent's dick plop from her mouth, and took hold of him with a fist, balancing on one hand. "That's good," Stanton moaned. "Lick that pussy, Elaine."

That set off the gent in Stanton's palm. She heard him grunt and managed to get point his cock down at her chest only moments before he would have plastered her face. It still worked only halfway. The first surge came through a rod too stiff to bend down and blasted her full on the chin. Warm jizz dripped from her chin to join the streams that landed on the tops of her tits. Meanwhile Lund's soft but firm tongue moved between her cunt lips and flicked out at her clit.

"That's good," said the big dicked guy. He moved over and knelt behind Stanton. Lund moved her face from the other woman's pussy and took the prick into her mouth, lavishing it with a fresh coat of spit. She then took it in her hand, unable to close her fingers around its girth. Lund positioned the tip of the beast against the seam of Stanton's quim, and watched as the stud pushed his way inside her.

Stanton let out a moan that echoed off the walls, and did not stop to catch her breath until the cocksman bottomed out. He pulled back for his second stroke and Lund looked on, amazed at the way Stantons's pussy lips wrapped around that trunk and seemed to suck back at it during his back stroke.

Lund scrambled on the mat and turned onto her back. She shimmied under the dual sets of thighs and watched his swinging balls slide forward to slap at Stanton's vulva. Lund saw the swollen pink nub of Stanton's clitoris and craned her neck to kiss it. Hands touched Lund's thighs, and she parted her legs in response.

The guy between Lund's legs had to prop himself up awakwardly to keep his face from falling in to the ass of the hulk banging Stanton from behind. As a result, his came at Lund's quim from directly above and could not stay inside a full stroke. He kept popping out and plunging back in again. She loved it. Her upper lip brushed Stanton's button while her tongue licked at the stud's thick shaft. His balls rested against her chin.

All four came one after another. First Stanton lost it to the swirling on her lips and the unreal filled-to-the-brim fucking that the big dick was giving her. When she cried out, her cunt clamped down on that massive tool, and caused him to tense up and come.

The unseen guy plunging Lund from above heard all the moaning, and lost it, shooting deep inside the blonde. Lund felt two cocks twitching in orgasm, one against her tongue, the other inside her pussy. She bucked up to keep him there, and clenched the stud's buttocks as the climax rolled through her.

The big dicked guy pulled out of Stanton and groaned. White cream seeped out of Stanton's slit and onto Lund's cheek as she leaned forward to suck on the swollen tip of the softening monster.

"Oh, shit," he moaned.

Someone in the crowd started clapping. He was not alone.

*

"Oh, shit," Hill said.

"What?" Maytag asked.

"Look, coming toward the Ep Chi house," Hill said, pointing.

Her blue jeans were too big for her slim waist, so they hung around her hips instead. That left a belt-width section of skin visible between the tops of the jeans and the bottom of her white tank top. Bare, slender arms swung wildly as she hurried along the sidewalk, and her blond hair swayed with the motion as well. The irked expression on her face was different from the smiling serene face common to the usual published photos, but she was unmistakable, nevertheless. Tara Gash was headed their way.

Close on her heels were two of the agents charged with protecting her, two of the people who referred to her as Biscuit. They looked more annoyed than she was.

Maytag and Hill ran from the car to meet her at the path to the Chi Ep house. There was a moment the bodyguards raced for her as well, until they recognized Hill.

"We've got it from here," Hill called.

Maytag flew up the stairs. Biscuit charged through the door without so much as a pause. He caught up to her just inside the house. "Miss Gash, please, wait."

She turned on him just as Hill came in the house. She eyed up the both of them before looking at Maytag. "You're new."

Maytag caught his breath. Tara Gash was even more attractive up close. Smooth, tan skin, brown eyes with little flecks of gold color, and a cute as a button nose. She also had full breasts that wiggled in her tank top. The shirt read "Easter Egg Hunt" with three capital greek gammas on top, and the year on the bottom, but he looked away from that to get his eyes off her chest. He concentrated on using her real name instead of Biscuit. "I'm not with the Secret Service, Miss Gash. I'm Agent Gerald Maytag of the FBI."

"Great! Is the whole fucking Federal government here to stop me from having a good time?"

"No one is trying to do that," Hill said.

"Oh, really?" Biscuit asked, with her hands on her hips. "Then where is my Egg Hunt date. I was supposed to have one. Rumor has it more than one. But someone has been talking to Ep Chi guys and scaring them off."

Maytag pushed his tongue against the inside of his cheek. He wondered how much she knew. She filled him in on a little more, "A black guy, a white guy, and two women. So where are those bitches?"

So maybe she didn't know everything, Maytag thought. That was good.

They heard the sound of clapping from somewhere to the left of the foyer. Tara Gash turned to walk that way. Maytag jumped in front of her.

"Miss Gash, we can't let you do this," he said. Hill flanked her.

"Like hell," she said. "I am due for a little company, and from what I gather from my sisters, I think I'm due for a lot of company."

"Miss Gash," Maytag said. "Think of the scandal. Your father can't have this."

"My father, my father," Tara parroted him. "Always my father. Well what makes you the experts on my relationship with my own father? You're bodyguards, not political advisors. And I may be smarter than some of them. They said I should go to Yale or Harvard to show our family was serious about our roles in society. It was my decision to come here, and it worked fine. Last year's Egg Hunt was no problem. Why are you pissing on my parade this year?"

Because parade is the operative word this year, Maytag thought. He said nothing.

Tara continued. "So unless you plan to act as my Egg Hunt dates, you're going to have to just step aside and let me have a good time."

"What did you say?" Hill asked.

"No!" Maytag said.

"I said, 'step aside'!"

"Before that," Hill said.

"Hill, are you nuts? This is bad enough as it is!"

"Before what?" Tara asked.

"You said--"

Maytag interrupted him. "Hill, don't do this!"

"Don't do what?" Tara asked.

Hill looked at Maytag, then back at Biscuit. He rubbed his thin mustache with two fingers. "You said we would have to step aside unless...unless we planned to act as your Egg Hunt dates."

In a mirrored action of Hill's, Tara looked at Maytag and then back to the dark Secret Service agent. "You two? You're kidding right?"

Hill looked at her and smiled. "I'm not kidding. What do you think, Maytag? Are we going to step aside, or are we planning to act as her dates?"

For damn sure, they were not about to step aside. What else could he say. "He's not kidding," Maytag said. That was equivocal enough for Maytag's twisted sense of duty.

Tara looked up at Hill and smiled. Maytag looked down and saw the red waist band of her underwear inside her jeans. It went around her hips, a thin strip of red that covered nothing. She was wearing a thong. He lost hope of stopping this.

Tara put a hand on Hill's chest. "Are you sure you're up for it?"

"Try me," Hill said.

Tara took hold of Hill's necktie and pulled so that the man bent down. She kissed him. It was now completely hopeless.

When they came up for air, Hill spoke first. "We oughtta find a room."

They went in the first door they found and threw on the lights. "There's a bed," Hill said.

"Looks like a store room," Maytag said. "Look at all the Ep Chi baseball hats."

"Yeah," Tara agreed. "What are all those planks and cinder blocks doing here?"

"The door locks," Hill said. "This will do just fine."

It was Maytag's turn to get kissed. She pushed her lips against his and they melted away in a swirl of pressure and heat. Her moist lips slid against his, and parted. Her tongue swiped at him slightly, then fiercely. She broke it off and looked in his eyes and sighed. Maytag felt like he had been smacked in the head.

Tara returned to kissing Hill. Maytag thought it was almost as good watching her. Her hands moved along his shoulders, and a lone finger brushed the side of his face as they kissed. Hill dove his dark fingers into her shiny blond hair.

Maytag wanted to touch her. He moved in close behind her, and ran a finger inside the waist band of her jeans. Her skin was warm and smooth, and his probing digit confirmed that she wore a thong. He moved his hand to her front and headed for the top button.

Tara spun around. "Not so fast," she said. "I want to see you two first." She took a step back and flopped on the bed. Her eyes flickered mischief and she pulled down on her bottom lip with the tip of her finger.

Maytag and Hill scrambled to throw off their jackets and ties. It was a race to strip out of their clothes, a mad scramble that was more comical than seductive. It betrayed their desire, though, which made it erotic nonetheless.

Soon they were down to their socks and boxer shorts. "Socks first," she said. "I want you two buck naked."

Off came the socks. They stood there, older guys than she slept with, but nicely built. Even some of the college guys she knew had a little paunch from drinking too much beer. Not these two. Not football builds, either, but not bad. They started to pull down their boxers.

"Wait!" she said. Tara stood up and moved between them. She slipped a hand inside their boxers and gave their dicks a squeeze. "I love doing that," she cooed, then kissed them in turn.

Back she flopped on the bed. "OK, go ahead."

They dropped their drawers, and Tara sat eye level with two semi rigid dicks. Maytag's bent at an angle, ready to spring up and stand at attention with the slightest encouragement. Hill's dick was a bit longer and a whole lot blacker, but hung half stiff in the same way.

"Bring those over here," she said.

Maytag and Hill knelt on the bed, and Tara took a prick in each hand. Just as she thought, a few strokes later and they both stood out like wooden planks. Hill reached down to grab her breast. Tara took her hands off their shafts for a second and pulled off her shirt, throwing it in the corner.

One at a time she took them in her mouth. She played with their balls while each guy fondled one of her tits. She leaned back on the bed and let go of Maytag's dick. "Why don't you get me undressed?" she asked.

Maytag slid off the bed to get a little leverage. He saw that Tara had a pierced navel. "That's a cute little ring there," he said.

Hill and Tara laughed. Tara said, "It took these security guys three weeks to find a piercing guy in the area that they approved of."

"Lotta criminal records, man," Hill said.

Maytag unbuttoned her jeans and slid them off. The red panties were lacy in front with a floral pattern. He kissed the triangle in front of him. Tara moaned appreciation. Maytag looked up to see her lips wrapped around Hill's matte black cock.

Maytag removed her pants and yanked off her socks. He kissed her feet and sucked her toes, and then worked his way up her legs, kissing and licking as he went. When he reached her crotch, he slipped his tongue inside the red underwear and ran his tongue over her bush. He rolled down the panties and threw them aside.

Though trimmed, she still had a generous mass of curls above her sex. They had the same shiny blond color as the hairs on her head, and managed to look even lighter because they weren't as dense. They looked soft. Maytag ran his cheek against the wispy hairs and then moved down. She opened her legs to give him room, and he started with soft wet kisses before pushing his tongue inside her folds and licking with vigor.

"I want that," Hill said.

They switched places. Maytag knelt by Tara's head and slipped in her mouth while Hill licked her quim. Tara put her hands on his head and moved him around. She draped a leg over his shoulder, and he pushed the other thigh up and out to open her more to him. Maytag took a handful of her lustrous gold hair and guided her head back and forth over his cock.

"That's good," he said. "That's so good." Tara shifted her ass. Hill cupped her small butt cheeks in his hands and pulled her pussy to his face. He knew she was getting close. He wrapped his full lips around her button and started sucking on it. He moved a hand off her ass and slid a finger inside her cunt. He sucked her clit all the way into his mouth and lashed at it with his tongue. Tara shifted some more. She turned her away from Maytag's prick and it bobbed in the air.

Maytag leaned over and cupped her breasts. He took a nipple in his mouth. Without realizing it, he duplicated exactly what Hill was doing to her pearl. Tara rolled her shoulders. She put a knuckle in her mouth and bit down. She started to buck her hips, and then orgasm overwhelmed her. She let out a long loud moan and dug her nails into sheets, shoulders, whatever she happened to grab.

"That is one sweet, sweet, little pussy," Hill said. "I can't wait to slip inside there."

"Yes," Tara said. "Yes, do it." Hill spread her legs and mounted her. Maytag moved back to let him settle into the missionary position.

"No!" Tara said. She pushed her tits together. "Come here."

Maytag did as instructed and straddled her chest. She let go of her breasts, and he slipped his dick between them. Hill grabbed one of her legs and hooked it over his shoulder. He slipped fit the head of his cock against her lips and pushed inside.

Tara gasped and pushed her tits together. Both men rocked their hips vigorously. Maytag looked down at Tara's pretty face, racked with pleasure, her hard nipples standing out in the air and his dick pushing along the tiny furrow between her tits. He figured this view had to be better than what Hill was seeing.

Hill kept his eyes off Maytag's ass. He watched the gorgeous contrast between his dark hands wrapping around Tara's waist, and his coffee colored dick disappearing between her tan legs and into that tangled thatch of golden pussy hairs. He shifted his body forward so that shaft of his cock dragged against her clit with his strokes.

"Oh, yeah," Tara cried.

Red and swollen, the head of Maytag's cock disappeared between Tara's tits and then reemerged, pointing at her neck. Her fingers interlocked over his prick, clutching her soft jugs against him. She licked her lips and opened her eyes. They rolled back in her head.

"Oh, I'm gonna fucking come," she announced. She moaned and turned her pretty head sideways.

Maytag burst. The first blast covered her throat, and the remainder wound up between her tits, and flowed back down to her neck and around her collar.

"God damn, girl," Hill yelled. Her cunt had squeezed down on his prick in time with her spasms. He came with her, and the gripping of her sugar walls milked every last toe-curling drop of jizz from his balls.

*

Thirsty and tired, Stanton leaned against the wall and drank from the plastic water bottle. A kind kid with sandy colored hair handed her the black thong she had thrown aside earlier in the day. He was a cute kid, and Stanton remembered looking at him as he stroked himself and sent a thick rope of semen across her middle. She looked down at the splotchy pattern of color on her shirt and used a finger to trace the green line that he left behind.

Lund was getting dressed as well. She looked exhausted. "Are you going to leave that shirt on, Heather?"

"I think so," Stanton replied "I'll change after I get washed."

"Good idea," Lund slipped into her pants. "I am going to be so sore."

"Worth it?" Stanton asked.

Lund just smiled.

Kurt, Ep Chi treasurer, brought Stanton another bottled water. "That was un-be-fucking-lievable. You two are just mind-blowing."

"Is that what we were blowing?" Stanton asked.

Lund laughed. "Thanks, Kurt. We have a deal, right."

"Absolutely. After all, this is only Tara's sophomore year, right?"

*

Gingerly, the two ladies left the room and headed to the foyer. They walked out onto the Ep Chi porch and found Maytag and Hill sitting there.

"Everything OK?" Stanton asked.

"Yeah," Maytag answered. He looked at their tank tops, swirled with pastel yellow and pink, streaked with bits of green and blue.

"How about you two?" Lund asked.

Hill answered, "Biscuit showed up here."

"Oh, no," Lund said.

"Don't worry," Hill replied, "We convinced her it was in her own best interest to let us take care of the Egg Hunt."

"Us?" Stanton said, folding her arms in front of her. "I think it was Lund and I that took care of things."

"Well," Hill replied, "you know. We didn't exactly tell Biscuit that."

Maytag read what was printed on the shirts. "Souvenir?" he asked.

"Something like that," Lund said.

"Tara Gash had the same shirt on. Except hers was just plain white."

"Well I should sincerely hope so," Stanton replied.

END