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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)
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!"