Hazing 
by Perry Jones (pounder801@gmail.com


Story Codes: MF, reluc, first 

	
	CHAPTER TWO

	Sylvia Silver was everything Lisa Grey had said and more. She was tremendously insecure and being at DeMark University on a scholarship only tended to make her feel more insecure. She believed she didn't belong, since this particular university was usually for the extremely wealthy.

	Sylvia was all of five-feet-two inches in height, with dark brown hair that was short and upswept behind her head. She had crystal clear brown eyes, a short nose, high cheekbones and large, appealing lips, the upper one in the form of a cupid's bow. There was nothing extraordinary about her 36B, 24, 35 body below her long swanlike neck. It was a sexy body and though she covered it with plaid blouses and dark red skirts, she had three of each, every male on campus knew the treasure hidden beneath. Her full-blown calves showed clearly enough and almost every male on the campus wanted to be the one to crawl between them, into the dale between what they were certain were columnar thighs.

	Sylvia had pledged with the Kappa Alpha Tau house because it had the most popular girls on campus. She was not a naive girl and she was well aware just why the girls were so popular and though she was in no hurry to surrender her virginity, she was hoping that they might allow her to join without having to face that "fate worse than death." At the moment, she lived on campus in the large girls' dormitory, which had absolutely no privacy.

	It was after study hours that Lisa Grey approached Sylvia and said, "Honey, we've decided we want you in the Kappa Alpha house. Now I'm not going to kid you. Ours is normally the poorest sorority on campus. We support ourselves by convincing the poor little rich boys at Delta Omega to part with a lot of the allowance money their rich parents give them while they come here. Do you catch my drift?"

	"Yes," Sylvia said in a small voice.

	They were standing outside the school library and people continued walking back and forth, talking loudly since they were glad to be able to speak now that they were outside the library. No one paid particular attention to either Lisa or Sylvia.

	"Syl, we're not asking you to lay down your life for Kappa Alpha, nor are we asking you to accept any kind of a beating or physical impairment. True, we are asking you to surrender a small bit of tissue, but that's all it is. Naturally, as a sorority sister, you’ll have the best of care and we make certain nothing unexpected happens, no growing problems, if you get my meaning."

	"I understand you," Sylvia nodded, exhaling and shuddering a little, clasping her library books close to her bosom.

	"Initiation into the sorority is really very simple. You go on a date with the president of Delta Omega Gamma, or the top DOG. Got me?"

	"Just a date?" Sylvia asked.

	Lisa thought to herself, after all I've just told her she asks if it's just a date. How naive can you get! Aloud, she said, "Yes, honey, Just a date. Think you can handle it?"

	"Sure," Sylvia nodded.

	The dark-haired girl was frightened and she didn't want to allow herself to think it was anything more than just a date, though deep down she was certain she had understood Lisa's meaning only too clearly.

	"What time?" Sylvia asked.

	"He'll be by the dorm at eight o'clock."

	"The dorm insists everyone be in at eleven."

	"He'll have you back by eleven. Don't worry, Syl, after tonight, chances are you'll be living in the KAT house where you won't have any time limit."

	Lisa walked Sylvia to the dorm, explaining she wasn't to wear anything fancy, since Tom Ware liked girls who were simply dressed. In reality, Lisa knew Tom had a tendency-to tear clothing and she didn't want Sylvia to have any of her good things ruined.

	So Sylvia went to her room in the girls' dorm where she undressed, managed to get to the bathroom for a shower and then dressed in a light brassiere, white bikini panties, an opaque yellow orlon sweater and a green plaid skirt. At five minutes to eight, she went downstairs to the waiting room. There were already some boys waiting for girls there and they smiled at Sylvia. She smiled back.

	One of Tom Ware's good qualities was he was always punctual, especially when there was a virgin waiting to be rid of her status. Tom took the girl to his waiting Mustang II. His father hadn't wanted him to look too ostentatious on campus and they drove into town. There he took her to a steakhouse.

	Dinner was better than anything Sylvia had known since coming to DeMark U. They had a wonderful London broiled steak sliced into long, narrow slivers, with a delicious red wine. Sylvia tried not to stuff herself but was unable to help herself when the piping hot delicious slivers of steak were put before her.

	Tom Ware was talking to her, but he didn't seem to be nearly the terror she had been led to believe. In fact, it was she, between mouthfuls of steak who did most of the talking and she revealed that her parents had been separated for a long time. She had no idea what her religious background was and she was majoring in designing. They ate slowly, completely relaxed and it was nine-forty-five when they left the steakhouse. Tom drove for a while and by then 11 o'clock, they were back on campus, at the frat house.

	"Come on," he told her. "You'll get a chance not too many freshman girls have. You'll see the inside of a fraternity house."

	Sylvia smiled, feeling more and more relaxed. She liked Tom; enjoyed his company. No wonder so many girls on campus were crazy for him.

	He led her inside and there was the large waiting room with four different couches, all of them occupied with frat members who were openly necking with the girls destined to become her sorority sisters. Taking her by the hand, Tom led her upstairs to his own private room and shut the door, saying, "We don't want those others downstairs to think we're listening in on them."

	"Oh no, of course not," Sylvia agreed, looking around.

	The room was nice enough, decorated with the usual street posters and traffic signs. The bed, which had the covers already turned back, was not huge, though two people might sleep in it with some degree of comfort.

	Sylvia reluctantly accepted his-offer of a drink. Alcohol was not something she particularly cared for and certainly not in great quantities. Tom insisted, telling her she had to cultivate a taste for the finer things in life. That seemed to make some kind of sense so she agreed to one drink.

	It was a strong one, so strong in fact that Sylvia wasn't certain she'd be able to swallow all of the fiery liquid. She tried not to make a face as she took a tentative sip. Yeccchhh! It tasted like iodine to her. The liquid seared her throat all the way into her stomach.

	Sylvia felt more and more relaxed, being so pleasantly stuffed with steak. On an empty stomach the drink she had taken might have made her throw up. With the food as a buffer, the potent liquor took its time seeping into her system and she sat down on the sofa to the left of the door, resting her elbow on the scarred and almost broken-down end table. Tom poured himself some fizz water, never drinking any of the hard stuff, himself. He found it was good for breaking down a female's resistance, though and so kept a bottle on hand. He put his own glass down and joined Sylvia on the small sofa.

	Immediately the eighteen-year-old girl discovered that she was exceedingly nervous with him beside her. Though her mind would not allow her to put her finger on it, there was something more than a little disturbing about the way he was crowded against her. When he reached to put an arm around her shoulder, his fingers came under her arm and seemed to be accidentally touching the side of her breast.

	Whenever he was with a girl for the first time, Tom Ware, for all his supposed suavity, felt a little nervous. Now he shivered a little feeling the incredible warmth she was giving off and his fingers pressed a little more strongly into the rounded contours of her breast. Sylvia squirmed a little, causing his hand to move higher and rest on her shoulder. All the while he was staring at the delightful lines in her skirt made by the tug of her voluptuously flared hips. Had she not been sitting he would have been able to see the rounded contours of her lovely buttocks, as well. Mentally, he was already envisioning her undressed. It seemed all the more exciting because of what Lisa had told him-about her being a virgin. Though he had enjoyed more than his share of women, he had never personally known a virgin, before. He had only been promoted to the presidency, actually elected to the presidency at the close of the spring term, four months earlier. Then school had ended for the semester. Now he was first trying out his new-found powers as the head of Delta Omega Gamma. This was to be the first of many virgins, provided the other girls who were pledged to the sorority still had their hymens intact. This one was so new, so fresh, so purely innocent and he was going to corrupt her. This caused a mounting urgency to make his loins swell as his body responded to the ripe voluptuous body by his side. He was flushed and sweating because of the heat that seemed to be coming from her luscious form.

	Sylvia, breathing heavily, was hoping that what she knew was going to happen wouldn't happen. She sat back on the sofa with his arm around her as he asked, "Are you okay?"

	"Uhhhh ... yes, sure," she replied. It seemed silly to be concerned about the way he was behaving at the moment. One didn't spend so much money on a girl with the expectation she was to be treated like a whore. As long as things didn't get out of hand she had no intention of behaving like some silly little prude. But even as she thought this, she saw Tom smiling, feeling a bit more reassured as his fingers reached under her arm and touched the curve of her breast again.

	Sylvia was breathing all the more rapidly now and she began feeling very nervous. She didn't know what to do or say. Lord! She did want to join the sorority. It was time for her to stop being an outsider. His fingers were gliding more and more around her body, reaching for and finally touching, her nipples. Tingles ran through her and though she tried convincing herself Tom wasn't really touching her there, the tingles told her otherwise. She wiggled, but this time he didn't let go Tom was quickly losing the ability to contain himself. Though he always wanted to seem like a suave, urbane man who knew it all, the truth of the matter was he was a man who had just recently attained his maturity. All evening he had been restrained and polite, knowing this was a girl who knew nothing and therefore had to be handled a bit more gently. But now being so close to this lovely little virginal vision he was allowing his baser instincts to begin taking control. Hell! When one of the other chicks on campus whom he dated didn't put out, he shook her up a little-though not really hurting her and she eventually came around to his way of thinking. There was no reason why this cunt shouldn't be reasonable, too. His rapidly vanishing self-control was sinking to lower and lower levels. All he was able to think of was that fantastically beautiful and smooth young feminine body hiding under that sweater and skirt.

	It came to a point where he was no longer able to keep himself under control. His carnal desire for her made him act. He moved closer, thinking the time for subtlety had long gone. Now was the time to "stroke boldly," and "stroke" he did. He moved his hand firmly over the soft firmness of her rounded breast, an agonizing spasm of wanting suddenly making his testicles swell.

	"Tom, please," the young lady protested. "Look, it's been, a wonderful evening until now. Must you spoil it all by doing something like ... this?" Her hand very gently removed his fingers from her tingling breasts.

	The real estate student was now beginning to snicker and laugh to himself at the way the girl was behaving. Hell! She knew what was going to happen. If it didn't happen she wasn't going to become a KAT. Maybe she had been told to play hard-to-get and make it all the more interesting for him.

	Tom's arm wrapped itself around her body and with an overpowering strength she was unable to fend off, clamped her tightly in his surrounding arms, forcing her pretty face to his. Hell! He'd been hot to kiss this one from the moment he'd seen her. There was something about the innocent way she was behaving that really had him hungry for her. His heatedly brutal mouth came down solidly on her mostly tender lips as he eased the weight of his hard-packed body over hers and pushed her so that she was all but lying on the sofa.

	Unable to restrain himself, Tom panted and pulled the zipper on her skirt, down.. She tried struggling, but his other arm still had her arms pinioned to her sides and as she struggled, lifting her buttocks repeatedly from the sofa, he managed to tug the skirt down and off. There was no idea in his starved mind at the moment other than the complete disrobing of this beautiful and delectable young woman. Not that he wanted to be selfish and merely take from her. He wanted to give to her. He wanted to teach her that what he intended doing was pleasurable beyond the wildest boundaries of her imagination. Yes, there had to be some pain-after all, she was still a virgin. But after tonight that was a problem he would wipe out forever. Then she, like all the other chicks in Kappa Alpha, would be begging him to fuck her. She'd plead to be allowed to take his cock in any and every hole in her body. Yeah, he'd show this sweet little innocent thing just how good it was all going to feel.

	"Oh no!" she cried, weeping instead of screaming. She wept softly, gasping, "Oh no! No! No! Please don't do this to me!"

	At least she was crying soft enough not to disturb anyone else in the frat house. Yeah, she knew it had to be done, even if she was begging him not to do it. Well since her entering Kappa Alpha depended on his entering her, he was going to do her the favor of her life and fuck her.

	Sylvia finally managed to free her arms and her fingers jabbed at his face and tore at his hair, though there was really very little pressure behind her thrusts. She was fast losing any hope of escaping what her subconscious had known to be inevitable. Words alone were certainly not going to restrain him and she simply didn't seem to be strong enough to fight him off. He was obviously determined to have his way with her and no matter how hard she struggled it would be to no avail. He tugged her yellow sweater up, forcing her arms over her head with the very violence of the way he lifted the sweater. He pulled it off her head, then tugged it from her flailing arms, throwing it across the room as he lifted her body and carried her, struggling, to the bed. Her upswept hair was slightly disarrayed as he dropped her on the bed and she rolled onto her belly. That was fine with Tom, who reached down and with a swift, practiced movement, unsnapped her brassiere.

	"Oh my gosh, no!" Sylvia gasped and as he spun her onto her belly, she began kicking, hard. He tugged off her shoes, then pulled off her knee-high stockings while she lay there, hugging her brassiere to her. Then he reached out and yanked hard and her bra came flying away, exposing the whitely soft pear shapes of her lovely breasts. They were like large pillows of milk, bouncing and quivering with the fantastic contortions of her moving body.

	Once more clamping her arms tightly to her sides, Tom lowered his wetly parted lips to her pink, never-before-kissed budding little nipple and brushed the warm, silken flesh which felt softer than satin on velvet. The terrified Sylvia gasped and once again pleaded, "Oh no! No! Don't do this to me!" Her head arched back in pain as the youth's teeth chewed on the billowy succulence of her swollen pap. At the same time Tom's hand moved between her white, smooth thighs before she was able to clamp them shut. He probed hungrily for her heated little vaginal tunnel, still protected by the gauzy sheerness of her white bikini panties.

	Hungry animal wantonness streaked through the fraternity president and his blood throbbed in his penis. He ran his hands over her lush body again and again as she flailed her legs up and down, weeping silent tears, though little by little her strength was waning.

	Tom shuddered, feeling the arteries pounding in his temples as his staring eyes focused themselves on the sheer, flimsy panties creasing the soft whiteness of her belly and hips. They stretched very tightly over the mound of her slightly raised pelvis, failing to conceal entirely the dark triangle of soft young pubic hair at the junction of her firm, milk-white thighs.

	Tom, more hot and bothered at the moment than he had been earlier in the day with Lisa Grey, forced another kiss on Sylvia as he tried tugging down her bikini panties with one hand while pinning her arms with his other hand and arm. No matter how hard he tried, he found it impossible because of the terrible head-on collision between their two tremendous desires: Sylvia's terrible and desperate struggle to protect her innocence and his maddened passion for her sensual young body. The gnawing agony in Tom's groin had become a tormenting torture and he was no longer able to withstand the terrible pain. With a powerful jerk of his wrist he simply tore off the terrified Sylvia's flimsy little seat-covering, feverishly pulling the cloth out from beneath her round buttocks and revealing her entire white nakedness lying there helplessly beneath him.

	His heart was slamming against his ribs with the power of a riveting hammer and Tom took his hand from her body and moved it to his own trousers, undoing the belt, unsnapping the top hook of his pants, tugging down the zipper and kicking off his shoes at the same time. Without wanting to, he was forced to loosen his grip on Sylvia and suddenly she jerked free, pulling herself out of reach. She stumbled to her feet and ran to the door and was about to turn the doorknob, when Tom called to her, "Do that and you'll be the laughing stock of the entire university."

	"Wh-what do you mean?" Sylvia gasped, facing him, pressing her naked back against the door. After years of being an outsider, the one thing Sylvia had learned she was unable to take was being laughed at. That terrified her even more than the loss of her virginity.

	"I mean people will see you running naked through this frat house and out of it, if that's what you want. They'll assume that I took your prized virginity from you anyway and when you aren't made a member of Kappa Alpha, they'll all think it's because you were a lousy lay. You'll be ostracized by everyone on campus, the frat and sorority members and the non-members, because you'll show up as being just not good enough."

	"My dear Lord!" Sylvia gasped. "You'd tell them...."

	"I won't say a word," Tom told her. "The men looking at your naked body will merely assume, as will the girls downstairs in the waiting room."

	"Give me my clothing," Sylvia pleaded.

	"No," he said, walking over to her and taking her wrist. "I brought you here to fuck you and that's just what I'm going to do. What's more, when it's over, you'll not only want more, but you'll be like all the other Kappa Alpha girls, never getting enough of it."

	He pulled and her resistance was only token as he brought her back to the bed. She lay down, face-down, letting him stare at her smooth buttocks. Abruptly, she turned her head and looked at him, saying, "Maybe you will fuck me, as you so crudely put it, Tom, but I won't give myself to you, willingly." And she twisted herself over in an instant as the dark-blond frat president continued admiring her whitely open naked body. His eyes ran from top to bottom and he had to admit he liked what he saw. He was also more aware than ever of her genuine girlish innocence. Yet underneath all that girlishness he detected a hotly sensuous female. Sylvia had that special something about her that so very few females had. Once she was awaked to sex, she would give her all.

	She lay gasping on the bed as Tom took the time to slowly remove his own clothing. The moment she saw the huge throbbing spear standing out from his loins, Sylvia had to repress a scream. When he approached her, leaning down to kiss her and pressing the burning spear against her thigh, she felt the burning penis sear her and once more she struggled. 

       Tom was hotter than the proverbial two-dollar pistol and the pleasurable pain filling his balls had to be eased. Applying some of his strength he brutally tugged Sylvia's thighs apart. When she resisted, he tugged even harder, strengthened by the need to fuck. Sylvia did her best to pull away from him, even reaching up and pressing her hands against the flat of his stomach in a hopeless attempt to shield her nakedly defenseless vagina from this wanton ravishment. The mere touch of her trembling fingers, mere inches from his super-heated phallus, served to make his mad desire for her that much greater. When her hand slipped and the heel of her palm accidentally brushed over the blood-bloated head of his anxiously pulsating penis, what little self-control he did have left, deserted him.

	"Sylvia," he gasped, "you're a beautiful woman. I'm telling you right now, there isn't a girl who leaves this college without having been fucked at least once. I just have to fuck you. Hell! Stop fighting! If it isn't me it'll be some other guy. I'm telling you right now, if you don't fight me, I can probably pop that cherry of yours with a minimum of pain. More important, you'll learn first hand and very quickly how much fun sex can be. After that, you'll be a KAT and if you don't want to screw for me, you'll have your choice of all the other DOGs in the frat house. Please, Sylvia, I'm asking nicely, don't fight me."

	He was lying on top of her now, between her widespread thighs, enjoying the way her loins quivered and trembled. His throbbing penile tip probed between her labia and she tried pulling away, struggling again, but he had her pinned down and now, by God, he was going to fuck her. He pushed a little and his penile tip slipped between the softness of her vaginal lips, rubbing up and down, searching out the little nave in her slit.

	"Ohhhhhhh, pllllleeeeaaaasssse...." she whimpered. "Oh Tom, Tom, please don't do it. Please! Please! Please!"

	"Honey, if I don't do it and you still manage to get into Kappa Alpha, you're gonna have to do it for the next guy in this frat. KAT survives by getting money from the DOG brothers. It needs that money to go on existing, so you're going to use your body, anyway."

	"Ohhhhh noooooo!" she gasped, her eyes filled with floods of outpouring tears as she continued pleading to be spared this horrible degradation. Tom was in no mood to play games and with an impatient thrust, pushed his licentiously stiffened penis into the girl's tenderly defenseless cunt. The writhing young coed gasped and hoarsely tried screaming, but the sounds wouldn't come out as pain and terror filled her at the brutality of what was happening.

	Pain filled her for a moment, but she was so elastic, that virgin though she was, the pain proved only temporary. Even the snapping of her hymen, though a trifle uncomfortable, was not agonizing.

	Tom felt a welcome surge of relief sweep through his loins as the tightly hot walls of her bedewed cunt-for it was indeed a lot wetter inside than either of them had suspected-closed around his throbbing stiff pole of flesh.

	For all her elasticity, her vagina was one tight little cauldron. It became more and more lubricated with every forward lunge as he sank his immense penis another millimeter into the heated pinkness of her wetly cringing tunnel. He held her securely by her upper arms as she continued sobbing and weeping and jerked her tortured torso in an effort to escape him and the way he was stretching her narrow interior. She knew the real pain would come a little later. 

       Her trembling legs continued to flail out though she was nearly completely worn out. Her body was screaming for breath as she tried filling her aching lung with air and her painfully opened vagina, no longer virginal, was left wide open and unguarded. He thrust himself solidly into her, throwing all his weight behind his ramming penis and it charged like a tunneling drill into the blazing depths of her feminine interior, sinking deeper, deeper, deeper, while strangled hoarse cries escaped her dry, parched lips. Tom, feeling a genuine liking for the girl, kissed her tear-streaked cheeks as his powerful loins slammed wickedly against hers and the girl twisted her head madly from side to side, tossing her thick, luxuriant hair this way and that so that it was no longer upswept but completely disheveled. She continued trying to fight, but her strength was slowly but surely disappearing.

	Ignoring her feeble blows, he moved his hands beneath the soft, warm, rubbery cheeks of her lovely buttocks and cupping a hotly fleshy mound with each set of fingers, he lifted her violently struggling loins solidly against his rotating pelvis, thrusting with renewed vigor so that his straining groans nearly drowned out her tearful sobs. Heavy sheets of sweat rolled from the lust-crazed real-estate student's forehead as he buried his hotly swollen cock ever deeper into the lovely naked girl's ravaged young pussy. It felt to Tom as if his entire body had suddenly become very numb, save for the lengthy solid shaft of his shuddering cock. Now the whole of his entire inner being was concentrated into a single, pulsating, thrillingly overpowering sensation that seemed to grow and swell with every solid thrust and twitch of his shuddering loins. Her sodden vaginal passage, dripping with a combination of his oils, her oils and a little of her virginal blood, was now heavily lubricated and her cunt was automatically clamping hotly around his throbbing cock, her softness offering a perfect contrast to the hardness of his penis.

	Tom continued pounding into her and Sylvia kept wriggling like a helplessly pinned butterfly. The man was raising himself a little, balancing himself on one hand while he used the other hand to caress her pinkly erect, sweat-soaked nipples, rubbing her equally pink areolae, as well.

	Sylvia was starting to feel something deep inside her. What little discomfort she had originally felt, was now gone. A new, different kind of feeling was starting to build in her and though she was still struggling against the man, she realized there was no way for her to bring her body under control.

	Tom felt the subtle changes taking place in the girl as he knew they would. He pumped faster now, his penis starting to swell, becoming harder as he rammed it deeper, ever deeper into Sylvia's squirming body. She continued writhing and wriggling, but she was no longer trying to escape him.

	"Wow! What a tight little cunt you have," he gasped. "I can't remember when I've fucked one that's tighter."

	He found it impossible to believe how good it felt as the young girl's strong, muscular vaginal walls clutched his aching cock like a clenched fist. Whether she liked it or not, Sylvia was pulling Tom's prick deeper and deeper into her hungrily sucking vaginal depths.

	He kept his rigidly lengthy penis buried inside her, not moving it for a moment, letting it momentarily marinate in her cunt juices. Sheesh! The walls of her cunt had suddenly come completely alive as they beat against the head of his penis, throbbing, pulsating, clutching at the invading column of his masculinity, desperately trying to pull the long tan length even deeper into her shamelessly aroused interior.

	"You like it," Tom was gasping. "I can tell. You like it!"

	"Ohhhhhhh ... ahhhhhhhh heaven help me ... yes ... yes ... I like it, I like it.

	"Do it to me, Tom. Do what you said you were going to do. Fuck me! Fuck me hard, fuck me deep. Please ... please ... keep fucking me!"

	Sylvia was groaning, unable to believe such words were spilling out of her mouth. She had never used such language in her entire life. Her mind was awhirl with this new-found passion building in her.

	The young brunette's entreaty acted as a goad to the perspiring Tom, who had won again and now that he had won, all that counted was making sure she enjoyed all this as much as he. He continued slamming his pleasure-giving cock all the way into her sexually awakened tunnel. With a swiftly smooth snap of the hips, he began pounding his throbbing organ back and forth, back and forth as his balls slapped against her anal aperture.

	Sylvia was gasping now, but these were animal gasps of lusting pleasure and no longer cries of sorrow. Her entire body jerked and twisted and squirmed in total obscene abandonment, a constant gasp escaping from her half-open mouth, her lovely face contorted with primitive lust as madly raging desires took over her entire body. Heavy beads of perspiration ran from under her armpits down the sides of her body to the mattress, beneath.

	"Yes, yes, yes," Sylvia gasped. "Now that you've made me feel this new, wonderful feeling, don't stop. Harder! Harder! Harder! Don't ever stop! Give me all of that stick. "AHHHHHHH!"

	Tom had seen many females react to his fucking, but he had never seen a virgin snap into line so quickly. Nor had he ever seen a coed, virginal or otherwise, this passionate. She made all the other females he had ever fucked, including Lisa Grey, look like rank amateurs. To think, this was happening while she was losing her virginity! Imagine how she would react with a little experience.

	"You asked for it, fucker," he gasped. Now you're really going to get it." He pounded his hard cock' all the more solidly into her, gripping her buttocks that much more tightly, squeezing them, tugging her up against him. He felt the raw, smooth flesh of her open cunt tightly clenching and unclenching the entire time, keeping the rhythm of his plundering thrusts as her cunt sucked strongly on his heated length of penis. Her breasts wobbled and wildly bounced this way and that and the sight was so arousing he slammed into her even harder. Her eyes and nostrils flared like those of a maddened animal.

	Sylvia was going insane with passion, moving her vagina so violently, that on each backstroke, her pussy lips clutched the head of Tom's cock, to keep it from slipping all the way out. When he thrust forward, it was like slamming into a vacuum tunnel. He was tugged all the way in. Her sweat-soaked belly slapped loudly against that of Tom and the noise filled the little room.

	Sylvia had no idea this was what sex was all about. She had read about it, of course and she had poo-pooed the wondrous feelings women were supposed to have when indulging in it, but now, experiencing it first-hand, she realized it was even better than the books claimed. Her body rose and fell, rose and fell and the drilling of flesh and muscle inside her was thrilling her no end. Though her mother had often warned her against this, she realized now that her mother had never been able to enjoy it. Her father, whoever he might be, had never made it pleasurable. But Tom was making it wonderful for her and if she remembered everything she had read correctly, there was supposed to be a pot of gold-feeling at the end of this wonderful rainbow.

	"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" she gasped, feeling the rhythm throb through her, knowing her body was rapidly nearing the first of many orgasms she was destined to enjoy in her lifetime. This was all so wonderful and incredible. She had never known such delightful sensations were hidden within her body. She was dazed by flashing colors that exploded in her brain. High voltage blasts of lightning desire shot through her body like waves of shuddering electricity. If this was dirty and terrible, then Sylvia realized that all the things she had been taught to be good and clean were not what she wanted. Her mother had taught her austerity and deprivation. She wanted more of this wonderful thrill. She wanted more and more and more.

	Her wildly churning hips swung across the mattress from side to side in an uncontrollable savage urge to swallow even more of him inside her. He gripped her with his powerful arms, pulling her wriggling belly all the more solidly against his own stomach. Sheer, raw fire seared the interior of the bursting, lust-inflamed cock filling her.

	"HHHUUUNNNHHHH! GGGHHHAAANNNGGGHHHH! HHHUUURRRGGGHHHH! EEEYYYAAANNNGGGHHHH! UNGH! EEEYYYAAAGGGHHHH!" she bellowed and she started spasming insanely, coming, though Tom didn't slow for a moment. Instead, he crammed his throbbing prick into her again and again, to the very hilt, straining his loins forward so that not even a little bit was left outside the naked girl's hungrily arching and sucking vagina. Her body arched again and again and this time she shrieked like a wounded animal, the sound of her voice carrying beyond the room, throughout the entire fraternity house, letting everyone know Tom Ware had succeeded only too well with her. The impaled young coed convulsed again and again, quivering all over as her orgasmic oils washed all over Tom's throbbing cock. The seeping vaginal flow dripped out and soaked Tom's scrotum, as well.

	Tom knew there was no way he was going to restrain himself any longer. His strong fingers bit into the softly fleshy cheeks of her buttocks as pain made his balls swell even more in the shrunken testicular sac. He stroked all the harder into the girl's shuddering cunt, pounding more and more viciously into her, moving faster and deeper.

	"Oooooohhhhh ... aaaahhhhh ... hhhuuu nnnhhhh!" Sylvia punctuated his every thrust with a soulful cry, grinding her upturned buttocks into the mattress while clutching his thighs with her own loins.

	"AAAIIIGGGGHHHH ... AAARRRGGG!"

	Tom grunted and he began spraying his seed into her, flushing her entire vagina with burning torrents of his heated semen. He shot one load after another into her. Again and again and again and again the lengthy, rigidly pulsing penis jerked into the depths of her wetly clasping and sucking tunnel.

	Tom lay on top of Sylvia, unable to move for the moment and Sylvia was unable to move, as well. Her eyes went to the clock on the wall. It said ten-thirty. They had a half hour to get back to the women’s dorm.

	The penis inside her was shriveling now, withering and shrinking to a tiny version of itself. When it was totally deflated, it slipped from her vaginal depths smoothly as Sylvia first realized how much she missed it. She was gasping, almost wheezing as she fought to regain her breath.

	After ten minutes, Tom was able to sit up and looking down at her, said, "You just passed your initiation, Sylvia. You're a member of KAT, now. If you want, we can go to the girls' dorm and get your things and move them into the sorority house."

	"I earned it," Sylvia nodded, standing, feeling his sperm running out of her. "Yes, I want to move into the sorority house. But I also want to make certain I don't have any little Tom Wares running around inside me."

	"Don't worry," he assured her. "I had a mild attack of polio when I was young. It didn't paralyze me, but it left me temporarily sterile. The doctors say I won't be making babies until I'm in my thirties, so you're safe."

	And I'm accepted, Sylvia thought.

	
       To be Continued

