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Subject: {ASSM} {ASS} CONTEST AT AMAZON HOUSE {Hungry Guy} (F/M WF WM Fdom Msub Mpov reluc? nc? oral ws)
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{ASS} CONTEST AT AMAZON HOUSE {Hungry Guy} (F/M WF WM Fdom Msub Mpov 
reluc? nc? oral ws) 
BY:  Hungry Guy (hungry@stoolmail.zzn.com or 
hungryguy@literotica.org)

Foreword:  This is a work of fiction.  None of the people in this 
story are real.  None of these events ever happened.  This story is 
nothing more than words that came from my imagination.  Any 
similarity to any real people, places, or events is purely 
coincidental. 

This story is a sequel to CO-ED TANDEM BEER PISSING CONTEST.

Operators of erotic story web sites and other collections, whether 
free or fee-based, have my permission to post and/or distribute my 
stories, provided that credit is given to "Hungry Guy" 
(hungry@stoolmail.zzn.com or hungryguy@literotica.org) as the author.  
You may not make changes other than fixing typos.  Even beware of 
fixing typos, for I occasionally use local slang and dialects that 
may be flagged by your spell checker.  Thanks.

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    It was early in the evening, but Greg could still hear the 
mixture of Eminem, Rammstein, Pearl Jam, Linkin Park, and others 
echoing through the quad from his fourth floor dorm room.  Greg, had 
just returned alone from the cafeteria and was considering what to 
do.  He could power up his PC to do some Web surfing, or do his 
laundry having discovered that Friday night was the best time to do 
the laundry as the laundry room was almost always empty, or take a 
walk downtown and waste another night trying his luck in the many 
bars that occupy the small college town.  Or perhaps he'd crank up 
his own stereo in an effort to escalate the stereo war.  Let's see, 
he pondered -- maybe Weird Al, or perhaps some Loudon Wainright.

    As he was sitting on his bed wearing his baggy jeans and Tech TV 
tee shirt, the door flew open.  His roommate rushed in followed by 
Eric's girlfriend, Susan, and another girl he didn't recognize.  

    "Hi Greg!  What's happening?" Eric asked.  

    As Greg was formulating an answer in his mind as to what is 
happening, Eric added. "Hey girls, this is the guy that won our beer 
chugging contest last semester."  

    As Greg was switching thoughts to formulate an answer to the new 
comment, Eric dropped his books on his own bed, grabbed his car keys 
out of his desk drawer and rushed out of the room with Susan in tow, 
leaving the comment "See ya' downtown?  C'mon Karen!"

    Greg turned around to sit back down on his bed as the others 
scrambled out of the room.  But as he turned to sit on the bed, he 
noticed that the girl called Karen was still standing in the doorway.  
This tall lithe vixen was dressed so sultry -- wearing ultra tight 
jeans with full length zippers up the outside of each leg, a 
fluorescent orange halter top, bra-less and one size too small and 
showing her bare golden midriff, a studded black leather jacket, 
black mascara around sensuous brown eyes on a face framed in long 
frizzy black hair, shiny black lipstick on long thin lips, and a 
large gold ring dangling from each earlobe.  She hardly seemed the 
type to be uncertain about something, or at least letting it show 
that she was.  Yet, as she stood in the doorway, she looked like she 
was pondering about what to say, but then said in a throaty feminine 
voice, "You really won a beer chugging contest?"

    Again, as was Greg's downfall with women, he struggled to come up 
with a reply before she either said something else, forcing him to 
start his reply thought process over again, or she may just walk away 
thinking he wasn't interested in speaking to her.  

    He hated that he seemed unable to live that stupid contest down.  
His roommate talked him into it last year and, not being a beer 
guzzler, he still doesn't understand how he ever managed to win.  
Everybody kids him about it and he wished everyone would just forget 
it ever happened.  

    "It was no big deal," Greg finally answered.  "It was only 
between a couple of guys here on the floor.  Eric makes it sound like 
I went against a whole crowd like they do it downtown."

    Karen seemed to pause in thought for another moment and said, 
"That's okay.  Come with me!"  She started backing out of the room 
watching Greg.  Greg stood and walked toward the door.  "Huh?  Where?  
Where do you want me to go with you?"

    "You'll see!"  She glanced at her watch.  "C'mon!  We don't have 
much time!"

    Greg could hardly turn down an invitation to go somewhere with 
such an erotic looking woman, even if he didn't have a clue why 
someone like her would be interested in the penultimate nerd he knew 
himself to be.  As he walked up to the door and hesitated, she 
grabbed his wrist and began to pull him out of the room.  "Hey!  Let 
me lock my door, okay?"

    "Then lock your fucking door!  C'mon!"

    As he locked the door, she almost yanked the key out his hand 
while it was still in the lock as she pulled him down the hallway by 
the wrist.  Greg didn't try to say anything else as she jogged down 
the stairs, past the RA's office, through the lobby, and out the 
doors into the quad.  When they got outside, she was nearly running 
down the walkway almost dragging Greg behind her.  They left the 
campus grounds and began walking briskly down the sidewalk.  In a 
rare urge of bravado, Greg said.  "Uh, Karen, if you're going to hold 
my wrist the whole way, at least hold my hand?"

    Karen released Greg's wrist and took his proffered hand as she 
continued to rush down the street.  A sparkle caught his eye.  He 
held up her hand in his and examined her long slender fingers with 
shiny black fingernails dotted with silver speckles.  He looked back 
up at her.  "Where are you taking me, anyway?"

    "My sorority is having a contest.  You're going to be my 
partner!"

    "I am?"

    "Yes, you are.  But we only have," she glanced down to check her 
watch, "about fifteen minutes to get there!"

    "What sort of contest?"

    "You'll see."

    "What sorority?"

    "Eta Pi."

    Greg let that sink in for a minute, and then remembered that was 
the sorority more commonly known as the Amazon House.  They were 
known to be the wildest of all the houses between the guys' and 
girls' combined.  They even made "Animal House" look tame in 
comparison.  They were known to have thrown some of the wildest 
parties around, often with really kinky sexy games.  He knew a lot of 
guys would do just about anything to get an invitation to a party at 
Amazon House.  Perhaps this'll be fun, he thought.

    After rushing down several streets together, they came to amazon 
house. By the time they arrived, it had become night and a party was 
in full swing.  Pink was serenading the entire neighborhood from 
stereo speakers in nearly every window.  One guy and one girl were 
making out up on the roof between the dormer windows.  Others were 
doing the same on the back steps as they entered through the rear 
door.  They were almost knocked down by a group of streakers, both 
men and women, entering the house just behind them.

    Karen pulled Greg through the crowded house over a trail of 
clothes and underwear strewn over the floor, as Pink wailed out her 
ballad to an unhappy childhood, and the odor of beer, pot smoke, and 
other unidentified scents attacked his senses.  They had to squeeze 
their way through couples, in various stages of undress, necking in 
the rooms and hallways.  More than a couple of times he heard 
unidentifiable voices, male and female, call out through the din, 
"Karen!  Ooh!  Ooh!" and other variations of same.

    They made their way down a flight of stairs to a finished 
basement.  Karen knocked on a door at the foot of the stairs.  A 
window in the door opened up and a blonde woman looked out, "Hi 
Karen.  Gonna' try again, huh?"

    "Yeah, Cindy.  Lemme' in!"

    The door opened and Karen pulled Greg into the room.  Cindy had a 
tag hooked to her blouse labeled, "judge."  

    "Who's this?" Cindy asked Karen.

    Karen let go of Greg's hand.  "He's Susan's cock's roommate.  
Everyone says he won a beer chugging contest last semester, so maybe 
he's up to it.  I gotta' beat that bitch, Joline, this year!  I just 
gotta!"

    Greg looked around the room.  A row of narrow table-high vinyl-
padded benches were arranged in a row.  Each bench had a case of beer 
and a small open pitcher under it.  There were a few other 
contestants also.  One couple, both completely naked, was sitting on 
one of the benches talking privately to themselves.  A few other 
couples, in bathrobes, were milling about.

    Cindy called out, "Dan!"  A guy entered from a rear door wearing 
a similar tag as Cindy that also read, "judge."  

    Dan shouted out, "Get everybody ready out here.  Karen made it!  
I'm going to help her get set up."  

    Cindy walked into the back room, followed by Karen.  As Greg 
waited in the outer room, Cindy leaned from the doorway looking at 
Greg, "Hey!  You too!"  

    At that, Greg followed Cindy into the room.

    Cindy said to Karen, "Here's a bathrobe and a couple of towels, 
you know what to do,"  And left.  

    Karen began to undress right in front of Greg.  After she had 
stripped to just her jeans, she looked up at Greg, "Well!  What's 
your problem?  Get naked!  C'mon!"

    Greg had never been in the presence of a topless woman before.  
He couldn't resist staring for a moment at her bulbous breasts, her 
erect nipples surrounded by large pink circles, pointed straight at 
him. 

    "Uh, sure."  Greg couldn't imagine why they needed to get naked 
for a beer chugging contest, but after all, this was Amazon House.  
Karen finished getting naked before Greg did.  When Greg had 
completely stripped, Karen was standing facing him with her feet 
slightly apart and hands on her hips.  Oooh, her body was lean and 
firm and tight!  He couldn't help but notice the twin mounds of her 
labia hanging between the gap of her legs!  Luxurious thick black 
hair rose from her labia forming a small inverted triangle that 
covered her crotch.  He also noticed that her toenails were polished 
in the exact same design as her fingernails.  Greg suddenly realized 
that he was exposing himself right back to her, and he slowly 
approached Karen shaking all over.

    "Whoa, lover boy!"  Said Karen.  "You'll get your reward if we 
win this contest!"  She reached down and threw him a towel.

    "What do I do with this?" Asked Greg.

    "Wear it!  Or don't wear it for all I care."  She put on her robe 
and walked back into to the outer room.  Greg hurriedly wrapped the 
towel around his waist and followed her.

    As Greg followed Karen, he saw Cindy point her to one of the 
benches.  Karen sat on the bench while Greg stood there fidgeting 
with his hands, behind his back, then clenching his elbows, then down 
at his sides, then behind his back again.  He glanced at Karen a 
couple of times, but she was ignoring him.

    Then after a little time, Cindy and Dan came to them.  Dan said 
to Greg, "Lie down on the bench." 

    Karen stood and Greg sat on the bench and lied down.  "No, your 
head at this end.  Yeah. That's right."  

    He laid down on the bench with Dan on one side and Cindy on the 
other.  They then placed each of his wrists in two wooden arches and 
strapped them down with Velcro straps.  They did the same to both of 
his ankles.  

    "Why do I have to be strapped down?" Asked Greg.

    Cindy answered. "So Karen won't fall off as easy."

    As Greg was pondering the meaning of that, Cindy reached down and 
took an odd-shaped section of PVC pipe out of the pitcher.  One end 
had a 45-degree joint piece attached, which she slid over his dick, 
leaving the long end dangling into the pitcher.  Then she clipped a 
plastic clip onto one of his fingers.

    "What's that for?" he asked.

    "That's a blood oxygen sensor, like they use in hospitals during 
surgery.  We used to have the guys hold marbles in their fists, but 
we were able to get hold of a bunch of these cheap from the surgical 
supply store downtown."  

    Greg was about to ask, "What for?" but Cindy and Dan rushed over 
to the next couple before he could.  

    "What's this contest all about, Karen?" asked Greg again.

    "Don't worry about it, lover."  She replied.

    As he was lying there wondering what sort of beer chugging 
contest this could be, Cindy made an announcement, "Attention please!  
The beer pissing contest is about to begin."  

    _Beer pissing contest?_ thought Greg.  

    Cindy continued, "The rules are simple.  Whoever fills their 
pitcher first is the winner.  Now I'll give you some advice, girls.  
Don't go only when you feel the urge.  Empty yourselves as often as 
you can in little squirts so your guys can keep up with you.  The 
contest will begin one minute from now.  Ladies, mount your men!"

    The purpose of this contest finally hit Greg.  "Karen," Greg 
whispered desperately to Karen as she started to swing a leg over his 
head.  Karen stopped and knelt down to Greg.  "What?"

    "Karen, I don't think I want to do this!"

    "Shit!  I'm not poisonous!  I told you I'll make it worth your 
while!"

    "I don't know, Karen."

    Cindy came over and said to Karen, "What's the problem, Karen?  
You gotta' be mounted when the contest starts or be disqualified."

    "Yeah.  I'll be mounted, Cindy!  Tough shit, guy!"  

    She pressed her palms on his chest and jumped up swinging one leg 
over Greg's head facing his torso.  He gasped as he clamped his mouth 
tight as he saw her hairy ass and cunt came crashing down on his face 
from above.  She landed with a smack, with her labia pressing down on 
his face under the full weight of her body.  Her legs hung down on 
each side, clamping his head tightly between her legs.  

    She told him, "Open your mouth," and then reached between her 
thighs to pinch his jaw open as she rocked back and forth swinging 
her legs, riding his face to set herself on target.  "That's a good 
boy."  

    As she squirmed, her pubic hair tickled his chin.

    Greg struggled against his bonds under her weight.  It felt as 
though his head were being slowly crushed.  He tried to look at the 
view, but her buns were pressed against his eyelids.  And what's that 
scent?  She must have sprayed perfume onto her crotch some time 
earlier.

    Greg, the quintessential nerd, had never been laid, let alone 
experienced exotic sex.  As he was getting used to the sensation, the 
first thing he noticed was that his nose was pressed tightly into the 
crease of her behind, not too far from her anus.  After a little more 
sniffing, he detected the very slight odor of shit masked by the 
perfume.  He also used his tongue to explore the moist flesh of her 
vulva with his tongue.  The taste was nothing like he had ever 
imagined; a sort of rancid fleshy taste.  He heard Karen's whisper 
carry through her body and into his ears, which were clamped tightly 
between her thighs.  

    "Ohhhh!  Keep doing that!" Greg obliged and continued exploring 
and pushing his tongue deeper into her folds and crevices.  He 
noticed that the more he explored, the wetter she tasted.  A couple 
of times, he got a few of her pubic hairs stuck to his tongue and he 
had to swallow them rather than let them kick around tickling the 
inside in his mouth. She was getting wetter still as he stuck his 
tongue into a fairly deep crevice.  Ewwww!  He pulled his tongue out 
with what felt like some sort of glop on it.  He had no choice but to 
swallow it.  

    "Ohhh!  Stick it in my pussy again!"  He obeyed, and stuck his 
tongue back in the crevice where the glop was.  He started sliding 
his tongue in and out, "Oh! Ohhh!  Ohhhhhh!!"  Faster and faster he 
did it until she suddenly squeezed his head even tighter between her 
thighs and started shaking and shivering like mad.  Then after a 
moment, she returned to her normal composure.

    Greg could barely hear anyone else talking, what with his ears 
pressed tightly between Karen's thighs.  He was able to hear Cindy 
make another announcement, though heavily muted, "The contest begins 
-- _Now!_  Start chugging, girls!"

    Some time went by.  Greg couldn't tell whether it had been only a 
few seconds, or a few minutes.  He could feel Karen squirming around 
on him, but her thighs were clamped tightly against his ears and he 
couldn't hear anything more at all.

    After what seemed like several minutes had gone by, he felt Karen 
suddenly tense up.  Gaaaaa!  What's happening?  A stream of hot 
liquid was splashing off his tongue onto the roof of his mouth.  In a 
moment, his mouth was had been partially filled!  He started to 
swallow.  Yuck!  It tasted like something that was rancid and 
rotting!  It took all his will to fight the urge to puke.  He tried 
to spit it out, but her labia was sealed too tightly against his lips 
and so he was forced to swallow it.

    She did it again a few moments later.  He prepared for the taste 
and swallowed hard.  He didn't get the urge to puke this time, but 
the taste was just as repulsive as the first time.

    Greg was also having a hard time breathing, what with his nose 
pressed tightly into the crack of her ass.  Though he was able to 
take slow measured breaths as her squirming opened an occasional air 
gap.

    A short time went by until he got another mouthful -- then yet 
another only moments later.  Karen continued squirming and peeing and 
Greg was getting used to her timing.  Fortunately, she seemed to have 
taken Cindy's earlier advice and was peeing in little squirts to make 
it easy for him to swallow.

    Then all of a sudden Karen bounced on him hard!  "C'mon prick!  
Start filling up the pitcher," he heard her say as she gave him 
another mouthful.

    Oh, this is gross, Greg thought!  When is this contest going to 
end?  Wait a minute!  It ends whenever someone fills their pitcher! 
_Urp!_  She gave him another mouthful.  But he didn't feel his own 
urge yet.  But will she give me my "reward" if we lose the contest, 
he continued to ask himself, she owes it to me whether we win or 
lose!  After all, she just about raped me!  But then she seems like 
she might just be the type to stick to what she said.  Then where 
will I be?  I'll have endured this for nothing.  I might as well try 
and win this thing for her.  She relieved herself several more times 
in rapid succession.

    Some of Karen's piss had finally made its way through his system 
as he finally began to feel the urge, himself.  He relieved himself 
into the pipe.

    After more time went by, Karen was nearly pissing a constant flow 
into him.  He was literally chugging Karen's pee in order to keep up 
with her.  Of course, he was relieving himself fairly frequently too, 
wondering how quickly he was filling that pitcher.

    It was also getting very hot under Karen's ass.  He was sweating 
heavily where the flesh of his face was pressed against the flesh of 
her ass.  He could feel her adjusting herself whenever she slid a 
little off "target."

    And then he heard Karen shout, "Shit" as she slid off his face!  
A moment later Cindy announced, "Congratulations Joline and Ken!  You 
filled your pitcher in fourteen minutes, thirty seven seconds!  Not 
only are you our winners, but you set a new record for pissing beer!"

    Karen grabbed her robe with a huff and stamped off to the back 
room leaving Greg still strapped down on the bench.  Dan came over 
and un-strapped Greg who dashed after Karen without even bothering to 
grab his towel.  

    Greg ran into the back room as Karen was dressing, "Uh, too bad 
we lost, Karen..."

    Karen was furious.  "Shit!  How could you let me lose when I was 
so close?  So close!"

    "C'mon, Karen.  I was keeping up with you pretty good!"

    "But not good enough!  I thought you were up to it.  But I guess 
I was wrong."

    "Please, Karen!  It's not the end of the world.  Don't be angry.  
After all, we still have unfinished business."

    "You gotta' be kidding!  Our business is finished right now!"

    "Now wait, Karen!  That's not fair!  You dragged me here and 
forced yourself on me!  I swallowed an awful lot of your piss!  You 
owe me!"

    Karen said nothing as she finished dressing.  Greg hurriedly 
finished dressing himself without even washing himself off, then ran 
out after Karen.  Greg followed Karen upstairs from the basement, 
through the crowd of oblivious party-goers, then up to the second 
floor and down a short hallway.  Karen seemed to be staggering and 
less in control of herself than before.  She went around a turn and 
entered a room, immediately followed by Greg.  

    "What's the idea of following me up to my room?  _Get out!"_

    Greg closed the door.  _"No!_  We made a deal!  I want what we 
agreed to!"  Greg was starting to really feel the effect of all that 
beer Karen had drank.

    Without saying another word, Karen quickly removed her clothes 
and lied down on the bed with her knees slightly raised and her legs 
spread apart pointing her cunt straight at him.  "Okay, come get your 
reward, little boy!"

    Greg just stood there for a moment.  This wasn't how he wanted 
his first act of love to be.  But then, he considered, if this is how 
it's offered, then this is how it'll have to be.  But should he wait 
for true love?  Or at least friendship?  Why did this girl have to be 
so mean?  But man, only a fool would turn down a body like that!  
Even those so-called studs back in the dorms would drool over a body 
like hers.

    Greg asked, "Can I do any position I want?"

    "Yeah, just get it over with!"

    _Wow!_  This was a once in a lifetime chance!  He tore his 
clothes off, climbed onto the bed, swung himself around and jumped on 
her from the top!  If she was going to make it be like this, he was 
at least going to get the most out of it.  Before she could react, he 
was on her body and had plunged through those black lips all the way 
into her throat.  With her hairy crotch once again in his face, he 
immediately began pounding her face fast and furious!

    The sensations were incredible.  He could feel himself rubbing 
against her hard teeth, and around the sharp turn into her tight 
throat.  Wham! Wham!  Wham!  Her body writhed in the rhythm of his 
relentless pounding.  With each pound, her body quaked as she thrust 
her pelvis up into his face.  He tried to lick her a few times, but 
her body was thrashing so wildly under his attack that he just 
couldn't concentrate on pleasing her what with his own body-lust 
beyond control.  And then he finally felt the tension build just 
before he exploded deep into her throat with each thrust.  UUNNGGHH!  
UUNNGGHH!  UUNNGGHH, until he was finally spent.

    He pulled himself out of her, cum and spit dripping together off 
the end of him onto her face, as she struggled to catch her breath.

    He noticed he was still hard!  That was strange!  All the sex 
books he ever read told him that men lose their hardness after an 
orgasm, but he decided to forget the books and make the most of it.  
He turned around and slid in between those hard legs and impaled her 
where it counted!  

    Again, he pounded her mercilessly; and after she finally caught 
her breath, her dark piercing eyes met his gaze.  She immediately 
grabbed the back of his head and pulled his mouth down onto hers as 
their tongues started wrestling.  The tension built up inside him 
once again as he exploded into her, UUNNGGHH!  UUNNGGHH! UUNNGGHH!  
UUNNGGHH!

    Finally, spent and exhausted, Greg lay upon her, gently caressing 
the inside of her mouth with his tongue.  She looked up at him and he 
pulled back, "Wow!  No guy ever had the guts to do what you did to 
me!  That was incredible!  I don't know if I should break your 
fucking neck, or make you my love slave!"

    "Uh, Karen, let's just say we're even now."

    "Yeah, okay.  We're even.  No!  Hey, listen, uh, what's your 
name?"

    "Greg."

    "Listen, Greg!  We're going to practice!  And next semester, you 
and I are going to beat the crap out of Joline in the beer piss!"

    "Sure, Karen!  I'm up for it!"

    "Now, gimme' that cock of yours and let's see if we can go for a 
triple play."

    - END -

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