Linda Fleury was already a legend at the University of Delaware. A petite cheerleader for the football team with golden blonde hair down to her pert little bubble butt, Linda was pretty much universally acclaimed as the “Best Cocksucker on Campus.”
The great irony was that no guy on campus could honestly claim to be the fortunate recipient of her talents.
You see, Linda had gained this moniker due to a now infamous performance at a Fort Lauderdale bar named “The Button” on Spring Break the previous March.
The Button was packed to the gills on one particular afternoon for its “Banana Eating Contest”. This was by far the favorite competition of the Spring Break crowd, even more so than the thrice-daily poolside wet t-shirt contests.
The gist of the endeavor was to simulate a blow job by sticking a banana into the lap of approximately a dozen or so willing males while each was assigned to a young (usually very intoxicated) coed who would gobble up the banana, to the roars and delight of the full house.
Linda, being a competitive gal who hated to lose at anything, entered this contest dead sober, yet with a calculated plan. The first-prize money of five hundred dollars was a nice enough incentive to help with tuition, but Linda also had an exhibitionist streak that she cultivated any chance that she could. At least when she was away from home. And Fort Lauderdale was a thousand miles away from Newark, Delaware.
This was also in the early 1980’s, long before cell phone cameras, and Instagrams, and Twitter. So there was nothing to document the occasion other than word of mouth.
And word of mouth had it like this…..Linda first climbed upon the stage wearing the skimpiest of bikinis, a yellow polka dot (teeny-weeny?) number that provided a perfect forum to display her steel-tight gymnast-like body. Linda’s tummy was flatter than a dead man’s EKG, yet her tits were perfectly shaped 32 B’s. She filled out both a cheerleaders’ sweater and a bikini with equal charm, to put it modestly.
Very early in the fevered competition, Linda pulled her bikini bottom to one side, displaying a full view of her golden, glistening pussy. The crowd of drunk Northeastern frat boys, not surprisingly, went apeshit.
But as they say, the crowd hadn’t seen nuthin’ yet. Linda walked behind the chair where the young man with the banana in his crotch was sitting. She climbed up onto the lucky bastard’s head, slithered her dynamite body down his torso, and buried her exposed pussy into his face.
As if this wasn’t enough to send the crowd into a frenzy unlike any ever heard within the confines of the tiny bar, Linda dramatically extracted the banana with a flourish. She tugged at the young man’s drawstring of his bathing suit, and proceeded to pull out his engorged sizeable cock, which she swallowed up to the base in a few animated slurps.
The bouncers had a choice to make. Stop the insanity or allow the best marketing ploy The Button had ever seen to continue. Naturally, they did nothing to impede the impromptu oral homage transpiring on the stage, except to join in on the rhythmic claps and howls along with the rest of the appreciative audience.
Linda culminated the show with a massive cum shot to the face, which she licked up like a dripping ice cream cone, all the while with a stoic facial expression similar to that of a ballerina.
The manager of The Button awarded Linda with an extra five hundred dollars as a bonus tribute, making her total take an even grand, along with a mock warning to never (wink, wink) do that again in his establishment. After all, he told Linda with a straight face, The Button had a reputation to uphold of a bar that provided good clean fun, and he didn’t want to risk losing his liquor license.
That didn’t stop him, and most of the bouncers, from providing Linda with their phone numbers, as she toweled off the remaining cum from her face in the back office. Just in case she wanted to repeat the show in private.
Linda tucked ten crisp hundred-dollar bills into her bikini top, and the legend was born.
In the six months since, the story had taken on almost mythical proportions on campus, especially among the frat houses, where an appearance by Linda at any of the Greek happy hours was greeted with the excitement of Princess Diana coming stateside.
For whatever reason, despite being the “Rush Chairwoman” of the popular Alpha Sigma Alpha sorority, Linda did not frequent many of the Greek parties that were so prevalent on campus, especially during this, rush season. This was the time of year when new pledges were actively being recruited by the individual houses with the best motivation of all. Free booze.
So, when Linda showed up at our house’s happy hour on this particular Friday, it was quite the big deal indeed. From my perch behind the bar, serving beer from the keg to the freshmen who were being wooed, I watched with a certain interest. I had never even spoken to Linda, and I’ll confess to being somewhat intimated by the reputation.
She arrived with several of her sorority sisters, two with whom I had shared, shall we say, intimate relations. Karen Gregory was one of them, the vice-president and social director of the sorority. Karen had, as they said in the movie Animal House, a “morally casual attitude”. Over the past two years, Karen had been with more Greeks than Aphrodite, so my conquest of Karen was surely not anything to brag about.
However, one of the other sisters accompanying Linda was none other than Kathy Nixon, the president of the Alpha house, and renowned for being an “untouchable”. Kathy had one of the most classically beautiful faces on any woman, and maybe the biggest rack on campus (40 DD’s, easy) but she was also about twenty pounds overweight. Kathy also had a haughty aura about her that suggested that she was too good for the masses. She had a steady boyfriend on the basketball team, and made it known that she was off limits to any advances, to the point of being a complete bitch, if you’ll pardon the expression.
Kathy and I shared a secret, however. Kathy spent her summers working in Avalon, New Jersey, the same beach town where I had a summer job. One night there, after meeting Kathy in the Bongo Room when her boyfriend was out-of-town, she invited me back to her rental house. We proceeded to have a night of sexual activity that lasted well into the early afternoon the next day. Up until that point of my life, it was easily the best sex I had ever enjoyed. The best part of it, for me, was that I had induced Kathy into what seemed like hundreds of orgasms over the twelve-hour marathon.
Kathy had made me promise that I would not share this revelation about our one-night carnal tete’-a-tete’ with anyone. Since her boyfriend was about six-foot-eight, I agreed it was in my best interest to keep our summertime frolic confidential. We shared a surreptitious smile whenever I saw her on campus, including this night. But it was a one-and-done, and we both knew it.
Sometimes, it’s better for everyone that way.
While pouring the beer, I tried to pretend I wasn’t staring at Linda’s indescribably perfect bubble butt encased in her tight jeans. In fact, I was so focused on my visual target that I didn’t even notice when Kathy Nixon and her huge tits (affectionately known in Greek circles as “The Fellas”) made their way up to the bar. Kathy always seemed to follow her tits. Funny how that happens.
“Hi, John,” Kathy smiled at me in that way when two people are harboring an indiscretion. “When you can break free for a minute, Karen and I would like to ask you something, OK?” I noticed Linda was watching Kathy’s approach, and then she turned away quickly. Or was it my imagination?
“Sure, Kath,” I said, wiping my the beer from my hands with a towel, trying not to stare at those majestic tits that had my cock buried between them just about six weeks ago. “Give me a minute to get someone to cover for me in here.”
Somehow, we found a semi-secluded corner in the basement where we could have a conversation away from the din of “Louie, Louie” rattling through the speakers of the old frat house. Karen eyed me up like a hungry lioness. But then again, she did that to about a hundred guys a night, I figured, calculating her menu choice of fresh cock for the evening.
Kathy began, slowly, “Karen knows our little secret.” I looked at Karen and she winked at me, and put her index finger to her lips, blowing on them. “Ssssh,” Karen said. “I can keep a secret.”
Kathy went on. “And now so does Linda.” I glanced over Kathy’s shoulder and saw Linda was indeed intently watching our conversation. Her blue eyes twinkled, and the lips of the Best Cocksucker on Campus nibbled on her plastic beer cup. Lucky cup, I said to myself.
Karen jumped in while I was still distracted by Linda. “Kathy and I put our respective notes together, and we have anointed you as the ‘Best Fuck on Campus'”. I let this sink in for a minute. Karen Gregory, especially, knew from cock, so this was quite an honor, I surmised.
Kathy spoke next. “And let’s just say our friend Linda is very interested in, well, getting to know you better.” She hesitated for a minute, gauging my reaction. “To become the next member of our little exclusive Alpha Sigma Alpha club to experience that incredible stamina you possess.”
In all humility, I kinda always thought I was blessed with an inordinate amount of sexual stamina, but this was a nice affirmation. Just lucky, I guess, good genes or something, but I could fuck all night on a good night. Apparently, word had gotten around. There’s that word of mouth thing again.
I was still absorbing all of this, gazing at Linda lick her lips and leaving a small teeth mark on the solo cup. Yikes…..
It was Karen’s turn again. “She needs a practice partner to, uh, hone her skills. You see, John, we have a sort of initiation tradition at Alpha Sig where we educate our incoming pledges on the nuances of, well, orally pleasing a man.”
Kathy saw the confusion on my face, and the bulge growing in my pants. “As rush chairwoman, Linda gives a little seminar to the pledges. And we have decided that you should be the recipient of Linda’s demonstration to the incoming freshmen.”
“And the first practice session is tonight, at eleven o’clock, at our house,” Karen continued on this tag-team mission.
“Linda will spend an hour, um, getting acquainted with you, and then the four pledges will be summoned in at midnight. To get an opportunity to learn from the best.” Kathy had an almost evil grin on her face now. “And you know damn well what Linda is the ‘best’ at, don’t you, John?”
I nodded, and mumbled, almost inaudibly, “Hell, yeah.” Every guy on campus knew, at least through hearsay. Would I be the first to actually experience the fabled cocksucking skills of Linda Fleury?
So, eschewing any more liquor for the duration of the evening, the newly ordained BFOC (“Best Fuck on Campus”, I had already decided I really liked the nickname) knocked on the door of the stately Alpha Sig house, home of the BCOC (“Best Cocksucker on Campus.”) at precisely ten fifty-nine.
Irresistible force meets perpetually erect object, isn’t that the way the saying goes? (Hey, close enough.)
Kathy and Karen answered the door together. As it was a Friday night and most of the other sisters were at one party or another, the house was nearly deserted. The initiation ritual wasn’t to take place for another hour. As I learned later, only Kathy, as house President, and Karen, as vice-president, would attend the educational session at midnight, along with the pledges and Linda, of course.
Kathy gave me a peck on the cheek, pressing her huge, soft tits into my forearm. “Linda’s room is up the stairs and to the left. Second door. We’ll see you in a hour.”
The first thing I learned that night, out of many, is that it is not easy ascending stairs with a massive hard-on fueled by anticipation. I knocked on the door gently, and heard Linda’s voice. “Come in, it’s open.” As I turned the doorknob, it dawned on me that, other than the cheers from the sidelines during football games, that was the first time I really paid attention to Linda’s voice. It was soft, almost little-girl-like in its demure tone.
I opened the door and peered inside. The room was illuminated only by candlelight. Linda stood in the middle of the room wearing a bulky white sweatshirt with the Alpha Sig logo on it and a red-and-green plaid schoolgirl skirt. We stared at each other for a moment, taking inventory.
Without saying a word, and without changing expression, she pulled the sweatshirt over her head and lowered the zipper to her skirt. Both fell to the carpet, leaving Linda adorned in a turquoise zip-front corset with matching panties and black suspender stockings. She wore a pair of black stilettos that nowadays would be referred to as “fuck-me pumps.”
Her silky waist-length golden hair hung down provocatively over her boobs, which appeared much bigger than I had imagined since the corset appeared to be at least one size too small, even on her petite frame.
It was not the sort of wardrobe one would wear to, say, PoliSci 101. Nor had I ever seen such attire in person except from perhaps the front row of a strip club. But this was better, Much, much better.
“We’ve never met before, really, have we?” she asked, walking towards me, her hips swaying seductively in her heels.
“No,” I admitted, feeling my cock twitch like a jackrabbit in my pants. “But I’ve heard a lot about you, Linda.”
“Mmmm,” she purred, stopping inches short of me, so close that I could feel her hot breath on my chest as she undid one button on my shirt. She smelled delicious, a scent that literally spun my head. “And I’ve heard a lot about you, John. It’s high time we met properly, don’t you think?”
With that, Linda Fleury, the legendary Linda Fleury, the Loch Ness Monster of the University of Delaware blow job lore, rose up on her heels, kissed me deeply, and ran her tiny hands along the impossibly hard bulge threatening to bust the seams of my zipper.
She nibbled on my earlobe while massaging my cock, cupping my balls in the process.
“You’ve been a bad boy with our esteemed president Kathy, so I understand,” Linda cooed in my ear. “But you’ve kept quiet about it. That’s good. We sisters like our secrets.” She lowered her head and began to unbutton my shirt with her teeth. Another first for me.
Linda began to tug at my belt, while still descending agonizingly slowly, holding my cock firmly now through my pants and pushing it back so that it rested flat against the bottom of my stomach.
“And she had glowing reports about you. Very impressive feedback.” Linda was now crouched down in front of me, looking up, still unsmiling, one more loop to go until my belt was removed from the pesky confines of my waistline.
My cock popped out of my briefs and she smiled for the first time, inspecting the goods, licking her lips. “Yum,” she said seductively, rubbing saliva on her palms. “Very tasty looking.”
In my anxiety, I next said one of the dumbest things possible, I reckoned. “I heard you like bananas, Linda.” I winced even as the words left my mouth.
She grinned up at me, only too aware of the legend of The Button story. “Only as an appetizer, really. I’m more of a meat lover.”
With that, she pulled my pants down to my ankles and I obligingly stepped out of them. She sank to her knees, and her next move took me completely by surprise.
Kneeling on the floor, she turned her back to me and lowered her head down, like a limbo dancer shimmying under an imaginary bar. She reached out and took a firm grip on the back of my thighs and pulled me towards her. My cock dipped down into her waiting mouth, which was wide open. Her long, pink tongue snaked out and licked the lip of my purple cock head, which was swollen and angry.
I watched from above, mesmerized, as she consumed my cock from this rather awkward, and certainly unique, position. She reminded me of a female sword swallower that I had recently seen on television on the Jerry Lewis Labor Day telethon. Her eyes were wide open as the outline of my cock was clearly visible through the tight skin of her throat.
Almost unconsciously, as a snake would succumb to its charmer, I began to rock my hips forward and fucked her mouth, hypnotized by the vision of this magical contortionist in front of me.
She gagged slightly, my cock reaching the point of no return deep in her throat. She gasped for air, a large strand of spittle dripping onto her chin. Her eyes sparkled with glee. “You’re big, too. Quite a prize.”
She turned to face me, still on her knees, and positioned herself directly under my testicles, hanging down like red Christmas ornaments, and began to lick along my perineum while stroking my cock urgently.
I grunted a mixture of joy and disbelief. “Jesus Christ, Linda, that’s fucking unbelievable…..” What did I do to deserve this, I pondered silently. Thank you, Lord, for giving me the gift of this oral goddess.
This went on for a few minutes until Linda no doubt sensed that my stamina was not a match for this sneaky oral assault on my nether regions. Then, just as suddenly, Linda stood up, al five-feet-four of her, even in heels, and peeled off her tiny panties.
“I’ll show you a favorite cheerleader move of mine. Lift me up,” she commanded. I obeyed, taking her by the hips and raising her off the ground.
“Higher,” she ordered. “Over your head, until my pussy is over your mouth.” Who would dare not follow this direction? I held her so that her wet labia were inches from my nose, and inhaled her musky aroma.
“Now hold me tight, real tight, by the hips, I’m gonna spin down.” Before I even realized what was transpiring, Linda twirled her body so that she was now upside down, her head perpendicular to the floor, and she engulfed my cock in one swift swallow.
Linda’s sublime ass cheeks were now firmly in my hand, and her little pink anal rosebud was literally wedged into my nostril. From there, natural instinct took over. Although I could have never dreamed of this position, I knew just what to do. I buried my face into her golden cunt and began lapping at her flowing nectars like a thirsty puppy drinking from his bowl.
I guess you could call this a vertical sixty-nine position, I remember thinking at the time, my analytical mind never shutting off. Linda had the perfect body for such a maneuver, the quintessential “flipper”. Better yet, she had the imagination of a inventor, and the sex drive of a ravenous nymph.
I also recalled a passage about nymphs from a Greek Mythology class. “They are divine spirits who animate nature. Their amorous freedom sets them apart from the restricted and the chaste….”
And, yes, I was recalling this while blowing my first load of the night deep into Linda’s mouth, and looked down to see some of my overflow cum dripping from her chin down to the carpet.
When I reluctantly released Linda, for fear of my own knees wobbling and ultimately collapsing, I watched as she scooped the stray semen from the carpet, and licked it from her fingertips.
Now, THAT, my friends, is an enthusiastic cocksucker. Some might say, the Best Cocksucker on Campus, I suppose.
But the night was still young. And that turned out to be only the second best blow job I was to receive that night.
And from a very unlikely source.
I had a little time to rest, catch my breath, and gather my thoughts before this midnight sorority pledge “tutoring” session. I was thinking that perhaps I had been a bit too quick to agree to donate my, um, services.
Another blow job from Linda was quite an enticement, granted, but I didn’t know just how the rest of the events would transpire. I was volunteering to be the proverbial Pavlov’s dog in what amounted to a hazing exercise, really, with my cock as the main attraction.
Hell, all we did to the pledges at Lambda Chi was the occasional paddle and teach them fraternity drinking songs while getting them silly drunk. Sophisticated sonnets, such as, “Ai yi yi yi, your sister swims after troop ships.”
But the brief respite while Linda left me alone in the room to prepare for whatever it was she needed to prepare for gave me time to contemplate.
I realized that I wasn’t even focusing on Linda’s oral ministrations, not really. I was so concentrated on her gyrations and aerobic twists and turns that the blow job was almost like a bonus.
It dawned on me that she induced my hot ejaculate not so much with her mouth, but by the rest of the package. Her sensational body slithering around mine like a python was really the main attraction.
Linda was a marketing major, I learned subsequently, and she had mastered the art of wrapping the product in an alluring assortment of sexually-charged bells and whistles.
Not that I was complaining, mind you. Not in the least. But, still, I couldn’t help but wonder what a “traditional” hummer from Linda would feel like. If there indeed could be such a thing as a “traditional” blow job. I guess I was picking nits.
I was roused from my thoughts by Karen and Kathy coming to get me. It dawned on me then that I was still naked below the knees. I hadn’t had the presence to retrieve my pants during this sabbatical. I reached for them, bundled in a corner of the room.
“That won’t be necessary, John. Your attire is not required, this is a casual dress party,” Kathy leered at me. Meanwhile, Karen just stared lasciviously at my semi-flaccid cock, dangling between my legs. She no doubt wanted a part of some cock tonight, although by now, I assumed that she’d already had at least one frat boy’s cock up her twat on this Friday night.
They led me to an adjacent bedroom, but bigger than Linda’s. I made the assumption that this was the presidential palace, so to speak, Kathy’s room, and I was correct.
My two former lovers suggested I sit on a big leather chair, and I complied, my dick beginning to rise in anticipation of…just what?
Karen left to go assemble the pledges, leaving me alone with Kathy for a few minutes. She knelt in front of me, her face inches from my cock. She blew on it, and the hot breath alone caused my dick to grow like the beanstalk in the fairy tale.
“Do you think about our one night together, John?” she asked, knowing the answer, but wanting to hear it from me.
“Yes, but not as much as you probably do, Kathy, ” I answered with a smile, matching her arrogance.
Her countenance changed instantly, to a mixture of disappointment and surprise. I’m sure Kathy Nixon was not accustomed to be talked to like that. But she handled my reply with her customary aplomb.
“I liked being your slut for one night, it’s true. Now, tonight, I can watch you be a slut yourself.”
Just then, Karen led the pledges into the room, blindfolded. (There is something about the whole Greek initiation rituals that seem to include a lot of blindfolds, for some reason. I never did get that.)
There were four of them. A tall, skinny blonde with short curly hair; a chubby, but pretty Italian-looking girl with olive skin; a small mousy-looking girl (must be a legacy, I assumed); and a cute redhead with freckles and a pony tail. They all had on white t-shirts that said “U of D, Alpha Sig pledge class, 1981”.
The redhead, especially, looked like she filled out her t-shirt more than adequately. My dick waggled instantly. I always had a thing for innocent looking redheads.
Linda entered the room wearing the sorority sweatshirt and schoolgirl skirt. I wondered if the corset was still beneath her outer wardrobe. She smiled at me, gazing at my dick, the one she had just consumed less than a half hour before. She seemed pleased that it was ready to go again.
She stood behind the chair, placing her hands on my shoulder, caressing them gently. “Remove the blindfolds, sisters,” she said commandingly. Karen and Kathy stood in front of the pledges and took off the blindfolds from each of them at the same time.
Three of the pledges gasped audibly at the sight of my seven-inch flagpole waving at them. The look on their faces was one of genuine shock, and trepidation of what was to come.
The fourth, the redhead on the far right, had a far different reaction. Her blue eyes widened considerably, and a small, almost imperceptible smile crept across her lips.
While the other three stared at my cock, the redhead looked up at me, directly into my eyes and licked those same lips. This subtle reaction alone caused my cock to further stiffen and twitch.
“Pledges, you are but mere neophytes in our world as you stand here today,” Linda began authoritatively. “As part of your journey into sisterhood, you must demonstrate your willingness to take on new adventures, and to display your skills as a woman.”
The tall blonde looked like she was going to faint. The Italian chick stood stone-faced. Ms. Minnie Mouse turned paler than she already was.
The redhead’s eyes twinkled with unbridled lust. It was almost as if she knew her task, and it caused her great excitement.
Linda continued, matter-of-factly. Meanwhile, the thought crossed my mind pondering what guy was chosen to be in this chair for past initiation sessions, and how it turned out for them.
“You will each be granted three minutes to pay oral homage to this beautiful specimen of Greek manhood in front of you. I will discipline your actions should I feel that you are less than adequate or unenthusiastic.” She held up a wooden paddle menacingly.
“Sister Karen, please present Pledge Laura to bow before this Greek.”
Pledge Laura knelt before me and gripped my cock tentatively like it was a hand grenade about to detonate. She stumbled through an awkward and half-hearted licking, and was punished with a sharp “thwack” to the rump. A small tear ran down her cheek as she completed her three minutes.
“Pathetic, Pledge Laura, ” Linda chastised. “Sister Karen, please present Pledge Gina.”
I have to hand it to Pledge Gina. She did her best as she sucked on my cock as if she were consuming a tootsie-pop, and augmenting her performance with some urgent stroking.
She avoided a paddling, which had to be good news for her, I assumed. I rewarded her efforts with a stream of pre-cum, which she greedily lapped up. I made a mental note to find out more about Pledge Gina, who showed some potential.
“Mediocre, Pledge Gina,” was the only reinforcement that Linda could muster. “Sister Kathy, please present Pledge Diane.”
Poor Diane trembled like an autumn leaf in a hurricane as Kathy Nixon pushed her down in front of me. “Please, no,” she whimpered. “I…I can’t. I….I’ve never done this before. Don’t make me.”
Linda smashed the paddle across the poor pledge’s backside thunderously. Once, twice, three times. “Suck his cock, Pledge Diane. Do not disgrace your fellow pledges,” Linda roared.
It was that moment that I lost any attraction for Linda Fleury. She was a cruel, calculating cunt.
It was also at that moment that I fell in love when I heard, “Please, sister Linda, let me take Pledge Diane’s time.”
Everyone in the room, myself included, turned to look at the redhead, who had a look on her face of defiance and determination.
Her jaw tightened as she looked right into Linda’s eyes. “One of the tenets of this sorority that you’ve taught us, Sister, is to help our fellow pledges in need at all times, to work as a team. I would like to help my fellow Pledge out from her distress.”
All eyes were on the redhead. There wasn’t a sound in the room except Pledge Diane’s sniffles, trying to stifle her tears.
The redheaded pledge stared evenly at her rush chairwoman. “Please, sister.”
Linda tapped the paddle on her thigh, considering this request. Finally, she gestured with her hand. “Very well, Pledge Julie. You are exhibiting virtue by helping a fellow pledge in need.”
Pledge Diane scampered back into the pledge line-up. Her first blow job would have to wait for another day.
“Sister Kathy, please present Pledge Julie.” Pledge Julie knelt in front of me and looked up at me with a combination of angelic innocence and devil-like salaciousness.
“You have six minutes, Pledge Julie,” Linda barked. “Begin.”
Pledge Julie reached behind her head and undid the knot on her pony tail. Thick red hair cascaded down her shoulders and she shook it wildly, tossing her mane into a wave of curls. She then, almost in one motion, reached down and pulled the t-shirt over her head, displaying a pink bra encasing a surprisingly ample pair of heavily freckled tits.
Before anyone could even gather their senses to admonish Pledge Julie, she pushed my dick back so that it was flat against my stomach, and cupped my throbbing testicles in one palm.
“Permission to suck your beautiful cock, please, sir?” she asked demurely. I nodded silently, dumbfounded. And thus began the six most intense minutes of my carnal life.
I smiled down at lovely Pledge Julie, my hand stroking her gorgeous hair as she then started to kiss up and down the entire length of my long cock, making cooing sounds as she did so. She wrapped her small hand around as much of the base as she could and then circled her long, wet tongue around my cock head.
She let go and used the flat of her tongue on the underside of my cock, running it back and forth. My cock was responding with each passing second from the talents of this wondrous nineteen-year-old fellatrix. Growing longer and thicker as she worked on it. Julie got as much as she could in her hand again and lifted it as she licked down to my balls, suckling one and then the other.
“Mmmmm, sir, I love your cock and balls,” she muttered without looking up.
I was spellbound at what she was doing and how she was doing it. I’d had my cock sucked before and most were a blur, fumbling around in the dark, but certainly nothing like this, not even from Linda Fleury, who was now watching intently behind the chair.
What Julie was doing was simply amazing. My grip on her thick long red hair was tightening as my cock was now at full length and thickness. She moved back to the head and took it between her lips, suckling just there. “Yeah, pull my hair, fuck my mouth, sir,” she growled up at me, urging me on.
Looking down I saw her thin red lips stretched over my thickness. And then Julie reached around under the chair, found my butt and squeezed it as she began to work her lips down my length, her tongue flicking under it as did so.
Finally she had all of me, and I mean ALL of me, in her mouth and I heard her hum and felt the vibration on my cock. She moved her head back and forth, holding on my cock, saliva was spilling from her mouth. She slid back took a breath as she flicked again at my cock. She looked up at me. Her eyes now glassy and needy. I started to ease her up. I didn’t want to cum yet.
“No, sir,” she said looking up. “I want to taste you. I want you to cum in my mouth. . .please.”
How could I refuse? I smiled and stroked her hair and cheek. She smiled back and then in a whoosh, took my full seven inches deep in her mouth. Again. Holding on it for a moment before pulling back and then she took it in again…and again…and again. Insatiable cock sucking now being displayed to a captive audience.
Julie’s head was bobbing furiously on my cock. From the corner of my eye, I could see Karen Gregory’s hand dipped into her jeans, rubbing herself. The rest of the pledges and Kathy Nixon looked on glassy-eyed. Kathy’s lips quivered in awe.
I pulled Pledge Julie’s hair hard now which made her moan loudly. The sensation on my cock was incredible. The harder I pulled her hair, the faster she worked on my cock. She grabbed my ass cheeks again and I felt her nails dig in as she moaned and hummed on my cock.
I began to thrust into her face, and, feeling the cum rising up my loins, pushed her down on me. Holding her there. She remained steady on my cock, though through her closed mouth, lashed her tongue on its length as much as she could as I held her still.
And then I grunted, gripping her hair hard as I shot my cum deep into her mouth. I heard her moan loudly again and released my grip on her.
But Julie kept her mouth on my cock, taking all the cum down her throat before she finally pulled up and off. Panting, her face was flushed as tears trailed down her cheeks. But through the tears, she was smiling.
She looked up at Linda. “How much time do I have left, sister Linda?”
Linda, shocked into silence, seemed caught off-guard by the question. She glanced down at her watch. “Um, about thirty seconds.”
Pledge Julie took the remaining time allotment to clean every drop of cum from my shaft and balls. She then rose, walked behind the chair, took the stunned Linda Fleury’s pretty face in her hands, and kissed her deeply, feeding Linda her second helping of my protein that night.
“A good pledge always shares, sister Linda,” Julie said, almost reverentially, now once again morphing into the demure pledge.
Pledge Julie leaned down and picked up her t-shirt which somehow had ended up between my knees on the floor. She gently kissed the cock tip, oozing one last vestige of semen.
“Thank you for letting me suck your cock, sir,” she said respectfully. “I hope I am worthy to please you again sometime.”
Pledge Gina, the distant second place contestant, broke into applause out of sincere admiration for the display she had just witnessed. This was met with a glare from Linda, but smiles from the otherwise bashful Laura and Diane, who joined in the clapping.
This was not the end of the adventures with Linda and Julie. In fact, that night started a rather spirited competition for my cock, which became the focal point of the two coeds’ practice sessions.
Let the games begin.