Author: Hungry Guy
Title: CONTEST AT AMAZON HOUSE 
Summary: He gets roped into being a sub at a co-ed tandem beer pissing contest at a wild sorority party.  
This story is a sequel to CO-ED TANDEM BEER PISSING CONTEST.
Keywords: F/M WF WM Fdom Msub Mpov reluc? nc? oral ws 
Language: english

CONTEST AT AMAZON HOUSE
BY:  Hungry Guy (hungry@stoolmail.zzn.com)

    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 * 

