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Authors name: Kristen (kristen078@hotmail.com)
Story title : Callie's Wild Sorority Days
Last Edited 03/03/00 by Ian
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Callie's Wild Sorority Days
By Kristen Kathleen Becker
(as told to her by Callie) March 1998
Today is my birthday, and I'm 40 years old. I look back
on my life in the late 60's and early 70's, when I attended
San Francisco State, and wonder how we all got through it
in one piece. Of course, there was nothing like AIDS back
then, which helped.
My story is a true one. It took place in 1974, when I was
22 years old. We were a wild bunch and thought we knew
everything and had done everything. I was quite reckless
back then.
We had this tradition of daring each other to do crazy
things, and I was regarded as the "bravest" one in our
sorority house. We did some really strange things, like
betting each other who could seduce which professors, or
who could have sex with the oldest man. (By the way, I won
that one. My sex partner was 79!)
This story really starts with a visit from the president
of our sister sorority at UCLA. She came to talk to us
about a problem they were having with their house. It
seems that a fraternity house wanted the sorority building
for expansion, and the frat guys had filed a morals charge
against them with the college government.
Since the UCLA girls were as wild as us, the sorority was
vulnerable. If it actually came to charges the girls might
be evicted from their house, and the guys would then get the
property.
After we'd talked over a number of ideas I came up with a
proposal to "fight fire with fire"; get the boys into a
compromising situation and then blackmail them into with-
drawing their charge.
Some time ago our house had bought a closed circuit TV
system for security, but it had soon been turned to
another purpose. We set it up so that a sister could
bring an intended victim home and do her thing with him
while the rest of us watched from another room on the
closed circuit TV. Well, it made a change from network
TV.
Anyway, I suggested installing our closed circuit camera
and recorder in a house off the UCLA campus, and holding
a "special" party for the frat guys. I told the UCLA
chapter house president that if she did this we'd take
care of their problem for them.
She agreed, and some days later several of us drove down
to LA with the equipment and set it up in a borrowed house
just off campus. I took time to scope out the fraternity
brothers, contriving to meet Gene Benjamin, the house
president, at a dance the first night.
After dancing a couple of times with him, I said I was new
in town and was having a get-to-know-you party. Would he
and his house brothers like to come?
He made it plain that he would. He said I was beautiful,
and that if the other women at the party looked half as
nice as me he could get most of his fraternity brothers
to come.
*
Party night came round, and everything had been set up. I
was disconcerted to find that I had become central to our
plan. I couldn't back down now, however; it was a matter
of pride. I was expected to greet however many guys showed
up, and somehow get them to gang-bang me, all in the same
room; on camera, of course. (I couldn't believe I'd talked
myself into this!)
It was necessary to film all the boys with me to demonstrate,
if necessary, to the college government the hypocrisy of the
fraternity house's morals accusation against our sister
sorority.
Well, you can imagine how I was feeling by this time. Here
I was, setting myself up to be screwed by as many men as
happened to walk through the door, and pretending I was
cool with it. I tried not to think beyond the moment and
threw myself into setting the scene. We got hold of a huge,
thick, white throw rug, placing it where the camera could
get all the action, then set the lighting as low as it
could be set without losing necessary detail.
To tell the truth, I was losing my nerve, big-time! In
fact, I was scared to death -- for all I knew, a hundred
guys might show up.
The day before the "event", all I could hold on to was
that I mustn't lose face now! I did make a silent pact
with myself that if more than ten guys showed up I'd
chicken out and take the flak. (This tells you something
about me as I was then -- I didn't consider having sex
with ten guys in a row out of the question.)
The hour arrived... We heard the doorbell ring and my
heart jumped into my throat. The other girls all ran into
the "monitor room" and locked themselves in, so that no
guys looking for the bathroom would inadvertently stumble
on them.
At the door was Gene, with five other frat guys, and I
thought: 'There goes my excuse for chickening out.'
Leading them into the room where everything was supposed
to happen, I was already contemplating what it would feel
like to have sex with six guys in succession in one night
while being watched by seven girls as well as by the
other guys. I wondered if all the guys would be able to
perform in front of each other. Thoughts like that were
running through my head.
The guys all came into the room, and Gene looked around
and asked if they'd arrived early. I looked bashful and
said I'd invited them under false pretenses; and that I
was really a nymphomaniac, who needed to have sex with a
number of men to have an orgasm. While telling this crazy
story I had been undoing the strap of my sun dress from
behind my neck, and now let it drop to the floor, leaving
me completely nude.
Guys today would never fall for that story, but things
were different then. (Also, back then, I had the kind of
body that glowed with health, and "exuded sexiness" - or
so I'm told.)
Gene said at once that he'd be glad to help me out, and
one by one the guys with him intimated that if I really
needed sex with them, who were they to argue?
Anyway, Gene took my hand and was leading me to the bed-
room, but I pulled back and said I had to do this with
other men watching, otherwise I couldn't "get off".
He seemed a trifle disconcerted by this, so I ribbed him
a little, suggesting that perhaps he couldn't manage it
in front of his pals. He took the bait and pulled his
pants down immediately.
As I watched, this gorgeous erect cock, all slick and
swollen, sprang into view! All of a sudden I was calm
again. This was my home turf, and I could handle it; at
least, I hoped I could.
I stepped up to Gene and pushed him up against the wall,
rubbing my body slowly against him, quite enjoying myself.
I often looked at myself in the mirror then, and I was
goddam proud of my body. I used to fantasize in those days
about having a great many lovers, and here I was, about
to live that fantasy!
I was now very wet, and just had to feel Gene inside me!
I put my hands on his shoulders and lifted myself onto
his big, warm, stiff cock. He held me by the ass and
manhandled me, in and out, side to side, hitting it per-
fectly right from the start! The thought that so many
people were watching felt incredibly sexy to me.
I came before Gene did, and really let myself go, screaming
and clawing at his back as he came inside me. (I thought it
would look good on tape.)
I dismounted from one exhausted male body, and went down
on all fours. I said to the intently watching crowd of
young college men that I wanted them all to undress; if
we were to have a party, everything must be stripped for
action! You should have seen their clothes fly into the
air!
Meanwhile Gene stumbled to the couch and slumped down on
it, his chest and cock a deep red.
I called out: "Next!" and one of the guys dropped down
behind me and slipped his cock into me. It went into
my pussy very easily because I was dripping with both
Gene's and my come.
The guy was so worked up he started slamming me real fast,
and spurted in less than 30 seconds. Pushing him backwards
to get him off me, I rolled on to my back and stretched like
a contented kitten. I looked at the guys and picked out a
horny looking, surfer type, all tan with hard muscles.
I pointed at him and held my arms wide. He quickly stepped
forward and knelt between my legs, then went down on my pussy.
I couldn't believe this guy! Two men had already come inside
me, and here he was, licking and sucking me with a vengeance!
But I soon stopped caring why he did it, because he was
really good.
Just before bringing me off he plunged his dick into me, and
came almost immediately. (I figured he must be a "quick cum",
and that's why he did face.) It didn't matter to me, though,
because I came right along with him. Couldn't believe it; I
usually have just one orgasm a night...
Well, surfer boy gently disengaged and slowly licked his way
out of me.
I was thinking that I now had three different kinds of sperm
mixed up inside me, and how fantastic it felt, when the tall
dark guy came forward. He knelt down and began to French me
while very lightly fingering my cunt. Then as he pushed me
back I saw his beautiful cock was hovering near my face, and
I guessed what he wanted. We looked into each other's eyes
and I smiled wontenly up at him.
He smelt like heaven, and his cock was so smooth and clean
that it seemed the right thing to do. I moved my head two
inches across to take that fat purple head into my mouth, and
to my surprise he moved his head down to put his lips on my
clitoris.
We stayed like that, massaging each other with our mouths,
until he came all over my face.
(These guys were STRANGE!) As soon as he was over his orgasm,
and could move, he turned back and licked his own sperm off
my face. Weird, huh?
Recovering from my latest partner, I thought: "This is it;
we've got all the material we need to screw this fraternity.
Why go on?" I was thinking about getting up and making some
kind of excuse for ending the party when the youngest-looking
guy jumped me, slamming his cock into me without any preamble.
I could tell right away he was a virgin, and nervous about
screwing me in front of his buddies, so I made it easy for
him. I always like being the first for a guy; I make sure he
feels like Mr Wonderful. I "oohed" and "aahhed", squirming
under, and pushing against him. I reached under his left leg
and took hold of his cock in my special "thumb-forefinger"
hold, and felt him going in and out of me. I've found that
when both partners are real wet, men love this hold. It
enhances their sensations - and I like the feel of it too.
Having a virgin inside me turned me on again, and when he
finally pumped his seed into me I had, wonder-of-wonders,
yet another orgasm!
Well, I was about ready to stop after five guys, but I
didn't want to leave the sixth with some kind of complex.
So, while my sweet ex-virgin lay beside me in a sated daze,
I looked invitingly at the sixth guy.
When he saw I was ready for him he just dropped down on
me and started fucking me. That's all you could call it,
"fucking." He was hard and violent, with an appetite for sex
like none of the others. He fucked me so hard it hurt. I
wanted to cry out, but he knew what he was about, and even
though it hurt, somehow the hurt was nice, not something to
complain about. He was all over my body at once, moving like
an eel.
We came together, and I felt quite shaken up. My pussy was
really sore after he'd finished with me. He bit my asshole
and my lips, and he nipped my clitoris. It was real painful,
but fantastic too.
I vaguely thought of asking him to move up to San Francisco
with me, but didn't follow up on the thought.
When we'd finished, I lay stretched out on the rug, covered
in sweat and sperm. The guys were all standing around, still
naked, some with new hardons, all looking rather pleased with
themselves. I felt used up and whorish, but somehow pleased
with my performance.
*
When I'd ushered all the guys out of the house (pleading a
sore pussy to Gene, who had wanted another go), I went back
into the house and found all the girls cheering for me. I
guess at least half of them, after what they'd seen, had to
relieve themselves by masturbating, or being masturbated; I
don't know which. They'd all loved my performance.
We left the next day for San Francisco and anonymity. I was
walking a little funny for a couple of days, but quickly got
back into the swing of things. I no longer felt I needed, or
wanted, to prove myself, and I never did anything quite as
crazy as that again.
Oh, by the way, the fraternity brothers mysteriously dropped
all charges against our sister sorority.
*
Acknowledgments: All my thanks... to Stephen for his encour-
agement and proofing and to Ian for doing such a good job
editing my little story.
© March 1998 - Last ed. 03/03/00 - Kristen Kathleen Becker
Author contact address: Kristen078@Hotmail.com
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