CHAPTER 2

The door was opened by a shockingly beautiful girl. She had a curvy body, very large and impressive bust, and a pretty face, just like Kate. She was tall too, just like Kate. But unfortunately, she wasn't Kate. The biggest difference was that her short, pixie-cut reddish hair was nothing like Kate's feathered blonde mane going down to the bottom of her shoulder blades. Also, her eyes were green instead of blue, and her skin was significantly lighter, with more of a pinkish glow.

She griped with a scowl, "Who are you and what do you want?"

Ryan was going to apologize and ask her which room was Kate's, but he happened to catch a glimpse of blonde hair off to the side of the mystery redhead's right hip. He moved his head and took a closer look, and realized that Kate was there, sitting on the floor.

His heart soared from seeing even just a little bit of her, and from the back side. She truly was an extraordinary beauty. Gathering his resolve, he said, "Hi there. I'm here for Kate."

The redhead turned her head and said into the room, "Kate, do you have a date tonight or something?"

Kate complained, "NO! Definitely not!" But she also stood up and turned around to see just who was at the door. She walked up to the redhead and nudged her slightly to the side, so she could get a good look.

It took a few moments, but recognition finally dawned on her. It took her some extra time because he was wearing a formal dark blue suit with a red tie, instead of the casual shorts and T-shirt he always wore to class. She showed annoyance and surprise. "You! You're that guy. That staring guy from class! Ryan, right?"

"Right." He was heartened that she at least knew his name.

"What the hell do you want?! And how the hell did you even get here?!" She knew there was a party going on downstairs, but she also figured the security would never let someone like Ryan in. Plus, a stranger like him couldn't just walk to the third floor without getting questioned.

Ryan held a hand out, indicating they should make way, since the two of them were blocking the door. "May I come in? It's important."

Kate and the redhead parted, and he walked between them into the middle of the room. It was a remarkable room, much larger than his dorm room. Even at night, one could tell it had a great view. The decor was tasteful and girly, and very expensive. It put the dormitory room Ryan had to share with a roommate to shame.

Kate let him in to her room because she assumed he had come to tell her some important news. Perhaps the professor of the class they shared had died or quit or something equally important that meant all the students of that class needed to be immediately notified. His dark blue suit reinforced that impression - he looked almost like a government agent on official business. She never would have let him in in a million years if she had known what he was intending to say and do.

She walked to where he stood and folded her arms under her humongous rack. She stared at him like he was a worthless peon and he'd better have a very good reason for bothering someone important like her. She glared at him as she asked, "What happened? Did something happen to Dr. Peterson?" That was the name of the professor of their shared archeology class.

The redhead closed the door and wound up standing just behind Kate. She was curious.

"No, nothing like that," Ryan responded with a dismissive wave of his hand. He was feeling extremely

nervous, but he also felt he was doing well, relatively speaking. He knew that most guys would crumble just from being in close proximity to this blonde goddess. More guys would fold and flee when subjected to her wrathful glare brought on by disturbing her privacy. But he was standing firm.

Luckily, Ryan simply didn't know the extreme pain of rejection. Furthermore, he believed every word Jack had told him. He really believed that Kate had "the hots" for him, and she longed for him to prove that he was the dominating man of her dreams.

He thought, Steady, boy! All I have to do is stick to Jack's script, get through this awkward part, and then I'll get to find out what real sex is like with an almost unimaginably sexy girl! Remember what he told me: "Just be as confident and demanding as humanly possible, like you're the king of the world and she's your servant." I can't let her intimidate me!

The promised reward was so great that he was willing to take a great risk.

He looked to the redhead and held his hand out. "Hi, I'm Ryan. What's your name?"

The redhead started to reach for his hand, and said, "I'm Erin." She was skeptical but polite.

But before the two hands could meet, Kate, who was standing in between, slapped his hand away. "Forget that! What is going ON?! What's the big news already?!"

He was slightly trembling in his shoes, but the suit he was wearing hid most of his nervousness. He was mindful that he was supposed to expose his penis. He didn't want to do that with Erin there. So he said to Kate, "I do have some news, but I need to tell it to you in private. Erin, do you mind?"

Kate testily replied, "Yes, she does mind! Erin, don't you dare leave me alone with this creep! Now, you, tell me what you've got to tell me and get out!"

He was struggling with all his might to keep his eyes open and looking into Kate's face. He remembered Jack's advice that he couldn't show any weakness whatsoever, or she would pounce like a wild animal. However, the pressure was getting too much, even for an unflappable guy like him. The entire situation was beyond surreal.

He closed his eyes and winced. Surprisingly, that helped a lot. It enabled him to pretend that he wasn't really there. He told himself that he was merely speaking to a simulation of Kate's voice. Keeping his eyes shut tight, he said, "Kate... I know this may sound strange to you... even unbelievably bizarre... but I've come to claim you."

Kate exploded, "'Claim me?!' 'Claim me?!' Did you just say 'claim me?!' What the fuck?! What the hell does that mean?!"

He figured that was the worst part, by far, revealing the true intention of his visit. With that out the way, he could relax, if only just a little bit. He forced himself to open his eyes. He found himself staring at her great rack, since he couldn't bear to make eye contact.

Plus, it was quite a captivating sight! She was wearing nothing but a loose blue tank-top and brown shorts, as well as a pearl necklace and earrings. She was planning on going to the party, but not for a while. It was still early in the evening and, as the de facto "queen" of KKG, she naturally wanted to make a dramatic fashionably late entrance. She hadn't been expecting visitors, at least not anyone outside her small circle of girl friends on the third floor, so she wasn't even wearing a bra.

The lack of a bra was obvious, not just due to the absence of visible bra straps or bra lines, but also in the way her nipples poked out and how her enormous globes swayed with any movement she made.

However, he was far too nervous to be aroused. He replied, "It means what it means. I know your secret. I know what you really want. You want a strong and dominant man who will take full sexual

control of you."

Kate stared at him hard, with her hands now on her hips. "What is this, some kind of joke?! Either it's a joke or Erin you need to call the police, because this guy is some kind of psycho stalker or something!" Due to her extraordinary looks, Kate had dealt with unwanted attention many times before, including from a wide variety of strange people. She'd even learned some basic martial arts defense to protect herself from aggressive advances.

It was the same for Erin, who was one of her main friends. (Kate didn't really have true friends that she could completely trust, but Erin was about as close as she got.) Erin also knew some self-defense, since her similar great beauty also resulted in lots of unwanted and potentially dangerous attention. As a result, neither girl was that scared of having Ryan in the room, since they were confident they could take him in a fight.

Ryan's heart was thumping hard and fast. He'd tried to think things through for a few minutes after talking to Jack, and this was roughly the kind of response he was expecting to get. He'd been tricked by Jack to think that things would be bad before she finally "came to her senses," when in fact Jack really thought things would just get worse and worse for him until he slunk away with his tail between his legs, utterly humiliated.

He repeated Jack's words in his head: "You've gotta get through the rough part by showing no fear." No fear! So he clung to hope. However, it was very, very painful to experience.

He forced himself to say, "I can assure you... it's no joke."

Kate looked like she was ready to clobber him. She asked incredulously, "Then what is it, then?!" Seeing how exposed her jiggly breasts were in her tank-top sans bra, she crossed an arm over her immense rack. "And be careful what you're looking at, mister!"

Ryan could hear the quavering in his own voice. He knew that was a bad sign of weakness, but he couldn't help it. Even though he truly (but mistakenly) believed Kate secretly wanted him, she was so intimidating that he was rapidly losing his resolve. He sensed that it wouldn't be long before he would give up and flee.

But also, he felt he had his secret weapon keeping his confidence up: his large penis. He hoped to simply unzip and show it off, and thus turn this whole situation around. The problem was, he was so extremely nervous that his penis was flaccid. It looked nearly normal-sized whenever it was in that state, so that wouldn't help. Worse, he didn't see how he could get aroused in this tense and painful situation so he could bring his "secret weapon" into play.

He said, "I promise you, I'm not some kind of psycho. You know me from class. Give me a minute, okay? And then I'll explain everything."

Kate huffed, "This had better be good! I'll wait because I'm looking for a good laugh!"

She thought about what she remembered about him from class. She had rarely talked to him one-on- one, but they had interacted as part of freewheeling discussions between all the students and the teacher, Dr. Peterson. She had been slightly unnerved by the way Ryan lustily stared at her, but she shrugged that off because such things happened to her absolutely all the time. She couldn't walk from one spot to the next on campus without drawing many stares. Some guys would even stop and gawk sometimes.

In the last few years, as her body fully matured, she had tried harder to understand the guys who lusted after her, in order to dispatch them more quickly and easily. She figured that Ryan was definitely an odd one, but he didn't seem like a full-on psycho. Previously, she'd given him little thought because

she'd taken him for just another horny but harmless nerd with a crush. She'd seen a lot of those.

She had to admit that at least he seemed very smart and knowledgeable. It was highly unusual to have a freshman like him in a third year advanced archeology class, and yet he more than held his own so far.

That mattered to Kate, because she was a surprisingly good student. Outwardly, she pretended she didn't care much about her studies, because that was part of the stereotypical role a gorgeous Kappa Kappa Gamma president was supposed to play. But she actually chafed at her societal role and was "secretly smart." She was very interested in topics like archeology, history, zoology, paleontology, and anthropology, and she even happened to be working on homework with Erin when he came in. But she let only a few of her friends know that.

While she was sizing him up, he decided to look at Erin's body instead. He wanted to get aroused so he could show off his impressive erection, but he was too intimidated to be inspired by Kate. No matter how busty and curvy she was - and he definitely loved a voluptuous, stacked body! - he couldn't forget that she was scowling at him like she was pondering which weapon to kill him with.

So he forced himself to pretend that Kate wasn't there, and looked at Erin exclusively. There was no doubt that Erin's looks were a "perfect ten" as well, just as most of the KKGs were. It helped that she looked more amused by his intrusion than angry and scowling. (She had seen Kate cruelly dismiss many love-struck admirers, and she considered it almost a kind of entertaining performance art.) Still, he avoided her face and looked at her body in his attempt to get aroused and engorged, and fast.

Erin's face was beautiful, for sure, but not literally jaw-droppingly arresting like Kate's. However, her body was very nearly as impressive as Kate's. He estimated her breasts as F-cups instead of G-cups. To Ryan, both girls' racks were so crazy big that the slight difference didn't matter. Her body was similar to Kate's the rest of the way down, past her sleek (and partially uncovered) tummy, wide hips, down her muscular and sleek legs, to her toes. Both girls were classic hourglass shaped "hard body" types.

Clearly, they had to exercise religiously to look that good.

It helped that Erin was just as skimpily dressed as Kate. In fact, their clothes were interchangeable. Erin wore a blue tank-top sans bra, while Kate's tank-top was red. Erin's black shorts were even tighter and shorter than Kate's brown ones, which meant they were very tight and short indeed. And that was it, except for the pearl necklace around Kate's neck. Even their feet were bare.

Their lack of substantial clothes was in sharp contrast to the three-piece suit he was wearing. He longed to at least take his jacket off, because he felt like he was burning up. He definitely was sweating from nervousness.

As a result of seeing a fantastic body such as Erin's with so little covering it, Ryan's penis started to engorge. He forced his mind to go blank and just enjoy one of the most arousing sights he had ever seen in the flesh.

He knew he had to act fast, before Kate started cursing him. So, the moment he felt his dick reach its full size in his slacks, he resumed eye contact with Kate, and said, "Okay, now, don't be alarmed. I'm about to expose my penis. And no, I'm not a weirdo! There's a good reason for this. You'll see."

To his surprise and even relief, Kate laughed heartily. "You're kidding me, right?! This is some kind of joke. This has GOT to be a joke!" She'd experienced countless unwanted advances and gropings in recent years. She'd even fended off a couple of attempted date rapes. However, none of those incidents had ever been as strange as this.

Ryan thought, Am I really going to do this? Fuck, I am! Remember, Jack said "go balls-out from the get-go." This is what I have to do to make all my dreams come true!

Ryan unbuckled his pants and then unzipped. That caused her slacks to slide halfway down his thighs, suddenly exposing all of his sizable cock and equally sizable balls.

Both Kate and Erin gaped in amazement, not to mention total shock. Luckily for Ryan, they were more interested than alarmed.

Erin even unthinkingly exclaimed, "WHOA!"

Since the two girls were amongst the most desirable girls in the entire university, they had been courted by many very impressive men. However, these men came from just a small pool of possible suitors.

First, they had to be strikingly handsome (much more so than Ryan, as in "male model handsome"). Second, they had to be from rich, elite families. Third, they had to be notably successful themselves, such as being athletic stars, academic standouts, and the like. Four, they had to have the nerve to talk to and ask out very intimidatingly beautiful girls. Further, it helped greatly if they were debonair, charismatic, outgoing, funny, and so on. Very few men qualified at all. The odds of one man being all of those things AND unusually well-hung were extremely small.

Girls like Kate and Erin had reputations to maintain, not only to their far away families, but to their sorority sisters and others who knew them. This was especially true for Kate. The downside of expecting to be treated like a princess was that she couldn't let her hair down and go wild. She had to be on her best behavior at all times. She had never "slummed it" with some "bad boy" stud or taken part in orgies or even sex games like strip poker or spin the bottle.

As a result, neither Kate nor Erin had ever seen a penis as large as Ryan's. Erin, who was less selective and much more sexually experienced than Kate, had seen a couple that approached Ryan's length, but none that were in the same league as Ryan's when it came to width.

Unfortunately for Ryan, the sight did not particularly arouse either girl. At least for now, they were more surprised and interested, like watching a freak show. However, his penis did change how they felt about his intrusion into the room. Each of them independently assumed that someone they knew must have sent him here as a kind of joke, much as if they'd been sent a male stripper. They didn't pay any serious attention to his statement that he was here to "claim" Kate.

After some long moments where Kate simply gaped at Ryan's erection, she looked back up to his eyes and asked in a far less threatening way, "Okay, WHO put you up to this? Come on, you can tell me.

And what's the occasion? Is today some kind of special day that I don't know about?"

Erin similarly said, "Yeah! You've got me dying of curiosity too. Is it one of my friends or one of Kate's? Can you at least tell us that much?"

Ryan was chagrined. He was very glad that the hostile and tense atmosphere in the room had evaporated. But this wasn't what he'd been expecting instead. This didn't fit with what Jack said would happen. He realized, They're acting like I'm some kind of male stripper! That's flattering, I guess, although I'll bet they'd change their tune if they saw my fair-skinned and rather thin body. But it's not helping me by being badly misunderstood. If Kate thinks I'm some kind of prank sent by a friend, how is that going to help me claim her?

So he tried to restate his original intention, and more boldly, now that he was no longer trembling in fear. "I'm sorry, ladies, I can't tell you that. I can't tell you who let me in or why. But I CAN tell you that I'm serious about what I said before. Kate, I AM here to claim you! I expect you to sexually satisfy me. And no, it's NOT a joke. You're going to belong to me from now on. I know that may seem hard to believe now, but it's true!"

He frowned. Even he realized that sounded lame and unbelievable. He worried his erection would start to wilt. He tried to reassure himself, Remember what Jack said: "You've got to make clear from the very

first words you say to her that you're in charge and she's there to sexually please you, period." She's secretly submissive AND she has a crush on you! She'll eat that up! Forget Erin and BE the man of her dreams!

Kate looked at Erin with a very puzzled look on her face. "Is he trying to be funny? Because that's not funny, and he says he's not joking."

Erin was just as befuddled. "You got me. Maybe it's part of some act? You know there are a lot of pranksters in our group." Her gaze went back down to his crotch. "But I do know that is a very, very, VERY large penis! The largest I've ever seen, for sure! What about you?"

"Um, yeah." Kate was so unattainably beautiful that she actually hadn't dated much, since few men ever got the nerve to approach her. And when she did date, she felt obliged to maintain her aloof "princess" persona, which meant she was startlingly sexually inexperienced. She held nearly all the power in her relationships, which meant she left some boyfriends go down on her, but it was very rare for her to so much as touch a penis. To her secret shame, she actually was still a virgin.

As a result, she was surprisingly prudish. She had a hard time even talking about penises.

Erin was much more uninhibited. Although she also had a reputation to maintain, she wasn't a campus- wide celebrity like Kate was, with the added pressure of being sorority president. She was freer to go sexually wild. Plus, she loved sex. She suddenly realized she had been presented with a rare opportunity. She started to get aroused, and in a hurry, as she realized there was nothing stopping her from sampling Ryan's extraordinary cock.

She brought a finger up to his protruding hard-on, but didn't quite touch it. Instead, she reached down and swung her hand with a curved motion from just a couple of inches away, imitating its shape. "Look at how it curves, like a banana! Have you ever seen one curve this much?"

Kate was panicky and didn't care about the curved shape. "Watch out! Don't touch it! You're almost touching it!"