THE FUTANARI SISTERHOOD By RollingStop

In three days, eighteen year old Brian Jackson would be moving out of his parents house and into the Árbol de la Vida dormitory at the University of Arizona. This morning, a dry, hot, sunny morning in late August, he was sitting at the breakfast table eating cereal.

Brian's eyes bulged at the prospect. He had met a couple of Julie's sisters when they visited over the summer. Like Julie they were naturally athletic, beautiful, and a couple inches taller than him. He wondered what they were feeding girls in that sorority. Getting to spend his first weekend at college hanging out with a sorority house full of hot girls was more than he could have hoped for.

When Brian arrived at the Zeta house on Saturday the sun was already low, casting long shadows down the quiet neighborhood. He was stunned by how large and beautiful the house was. It was an old brick mansion, boxy and tall, with round, white columns lined up across the concrete porch. Black shudders flanked every window, and thick blackout curtains hung between, blotting out the intense Arizona sunlight. From the outside, he couldn't even tell if there was a light on.

As he approached the front steps he noticed a octagonal security sign staked into earth that read, "VIDEO SURVEILLANCE ON PROPERTY." He took the steps two at a time and pressed the doorbell. A low, church-bell like chime echoed through the house. He could hear movement on the other side of the door before it suddenly swung open. A tall Latina girl with shoulder length, raven black hair stood on the other side of the threshold. She was wearing thin gray shorts that clung to her thighs, and a white tank top that revealed just enough cleavage to tantalize Brian's imagination.

"You must be Brian," she said. "Welcome to our humble abode. My name's Lauren."

Brian nodded. "You visited Julie over the summer, I remember." In his own mind he was thinking how could I forget?! Lauren was over six feet tall, incredibly fit, and had the biggest yet shapeliest ass he had ever seen.

She turned to one side and spread her arm in a welcoming gesture, as though presenting the house to him. Brian noticed that the waistband of her thong arched ever-so-slightly above that of her shorts, and he fought back his natural instinct to stare.

He stepped inside and felt instant relief as a wave of air conditioned coldness crashed over him. He slipped his backpack off his shoulders and leaned it against the wall next to the door, the cold air hitting his sweaty back. He was in a large, formal living room, full of nice furniture that looked like it had never been sat in.

At the opposite end of the room was an enormous wooden staircase with wrought iron railing that spiraled upstairs. On either side of the living room was an arched doorway. Through the one on the left he could see a modern looking kitchen with white cabinets and quartz counter tops, and through the other was a cozy sitting room. Brian could hear a television playing inside the room, and saw several girls sitting on a couch with their back to him.

Lauren lead him through the right hand door and into the room with the girls. The room was bigger than he expected, stretching from the back of the house to the front. It was dotted with plush leather arm chairs, sofas, and ottomans. Several TV's were spaced throughout the room, though all the girls were currently arranged around the largest TV Brian had ever seen. Two girls sat in the floor with their backs to a dark wood coffee table, each of them holding a controller. They were playing some kind of racing game, and by the sounds of it, it was pretty heated.

One girl had curly red hair that fell halfway down her back, and the other had her platinum blond hair pulled into a pony tail. Brian was actually kind of relieved to see they were both short and petite. He was starting to think the entire sisterhood would be composed of intimidating amazon women.

He saw Julie off to the side in a plush recliner, pretending to read, when in reality she was deeply invested in the race. The person driving a red Viper crossed the finish line first, and Julie jumped up, pumping her fist. "Ha, I knew Erin would win."

Julie began introducing the girls. "You've met Lauren," she said, nodding towards the girl who had led him in. "She also visited me over the summer, with Alice," she indicated a tall girl sitting in another easy chair, who had auburn hair parted in the center so that it fell on either side of a pair of black-rimmed reading glasses. To Brian she looked like a sexy librarian, if that librarian was also an Olympic athlete.

Alice gave him a little wave that caused the cleavage nestled behind her loose, low-buttoned shirt to wobble. Again, he couldn't have forgotten her if he tried.

"The three girls on the sofa are Kelly, Mary, and Gabi." Brian turned to them, tearing his eyes away from Alice.

He and the girls took turns racing for the rest of the afternoon until the sun dipped behind the trees and evening sat in. When they were all sufficiently hungry, they ordered a pizza and switched over to watching a movie. It was a scary movie about a supposedly real haunting, which Brian had never heard of.

He had ended up sitting in the middle of the sofa, Gwen on one side, Lauren on the other. They had turned the lights off to watch the movie, which Brian really disliked. He wasn't a fan of scary movies. Jump scares always worked annoyingly well on him - he always jumped. He bent his mind and willpower towards not jumping, or at least moving as little as possible. Julie knew he hated these kinds of movies, and he would bet money she had picked it out to embarrass him. He would have to get back at her later, somehow.

As though she could sense his tension, Gwen slipped her hand inside of his and squeezed. She leaned over his shoulder and breathed words into his ear, "If you don't like the movie, we can go hang out in my room." Her breath was warm, and her mouth so close to his ear that he could feel the wetness of it. His pants almost instantly tented as he felt his cock harden. He nodded his head.

She rose from the couch quietly and tugged on his hand, taking him with her. As they rounded the couch and made their way towards the entrance hall, he glanced over his shoulder. All of the girls had a knowing smile on their face, and Julie even flashed him a thumbs up. Maybe his big sister really was looking out for him after all.

They climbed the spiral stairs without saying anything. He noticed as he followed her up the stairs that her butt was surprisingly round and bubbly for such a small girl. Gwen's ballet style flats tapped lightly as she danced up the steps, and Brian did his best to not trip in excitement. At the second floor she lead him to the right and down a dark hallway. Her room was the last one on the left, across the hall from what looked like a social lounge that was filled with plush chairs, sofas, and a single ottoman in the middle of the room. After they entered, she quietly clicked the door closed behind them.

Brian stood in the middle of her room. It was a regular, college campus style bedroom, except a bit larger. A queen size bed was tucked against the left wall, covered with a pale pink comforter, and a nice antique desk was pressed up against the right. The middle of the room was occupied by a blue throw rug, a couple of chairs, a round coffee table, and a huge bean bag. A TV, which was blank other than a small glowing red dot at the top, was mounted to the wall across from the foot of the bed.

With the door closed the room was dark, except for a few beams of moonlight that filtered through her white curtains. Brian frowned at them. From the outside he would have sworn that the entire house had black blackout curtains.

Gwen turned away from the door and stepped into the light. Her platinum hair and skin were frosted by the moon rays, and her dark green eyes glowed like emeralds. She pushed him backwards towards the bed, and he sat down on it without resistance, forgetting all about curtains. She turned on a small lamp on her night stand, which cast just enough light to illuminate the bed.

She sat down on his lap, her knees on either side of his hips and her butt resting on his thighs. He was taken aback by how close her face was to his. It filled up his entire field of view, and he noticed the little beautiful features of her face. Pink lips, almond shaped eyes, a few freckles, high cheek bones, and a jaw that curved gently towards her ears.

She felt light on his lap, as though she weighed nothing at all, and when she wrapped her petite arms around his neck and pulled him in close, he eagerly met her lips and they kissed. Her tongue danced across his mouth for a moment before it entered, and his tongue met hers and they ran against each other, dancing and pressing in an attempt to be as close as possible.

Without breaking the kiss she unhooked her strapless bra and pulled it out from under her shirt. Brian ran his hands up and down the length of her back, savoring how warm she was, and how small she felt underneath his hands. She pulled away from his mouth and ran her tongue around her lips as she hooked both hands under her shirt and yanked it over her head.

Brian let out a quick breath as he took in her topless form. Her breasts were small but perky, two little handfuls that hung from her chest and jiggled slightly when she moved. He ran his hand over her stomach, feeling the smooth, taught skin and the outlines of her abs. He cupped a breast in each hand and gently squeezed them. Gwen groaned and let her head fall backwards as she savored the massage.

"Take your clothes off," she said suddenly, her gaze snapping back up to meet his. She slid off his lap and stood before him, waiting. Brian fumbled with the hem of his shirt before pulling it over his head and tossing it to the floor. He undid his belt and removed his pants and underwear at the same time, adding it to the pile. His socks and shoes were next, and finally he found himself sitting on Gwen's bed, completely naked, as she took in the view.

"Very nice," she said, her mouth a half smile. She was naked from the waist up, but still wore her jeans and flats. She dropped to her knees between Brian's legs and ran her finger tips over his balls. His cock, which was rock hard and pointing straight up, twitched of its own accord. Brian moaned as he watched her tease his package.

Gwen gently wrapped one hand around his length, so that her skin barely grazed against his. "You're so hard," she said, beginning to glide her hand up and down his penis. He noticed for a brief moment that she had a tiny tattoo on her hand, between the thumb and index finger, of a pentagram, but the thought was quickly driven from his mind. The sensation of the barely there friction was driving him wild, and his cock seemed to swell and get even harder, in an attempt to make better contact with her hand. She lowered her face to the head of his dick, which had become dark purple with need, and slowly traced a circle around it with her tongue.

Brian gasped. Her tongue was so wet and soft, and he could feel her warm breath rolling over his cock. Precum beaded on the tip, and she quickly used her hand to smear it over the head and down the length. Brian's hips came off the bed slightly with the sudden increase in contact. Gwen took the opportunity to drop her mouth over his cock, her cheeks hollowing as she slurped on the first few inches of it.

"Oh god..." Brian trailed off. Gwen began bobbing her head up and down, taking most of his five inches every time she descended. He could feel the sensitive head rubbing against the back of her mouth, and the warmth of the friction against her tongue and cheeks was overwhelming. It was his first blow job, and he couldn't imagine anything ever feeling as good again in his life.

He looked down at Gwen, and her eyes met his. She smiled around his cock, which caused her eyes to squint slightly. She pulled him out of her mouth, a thick strand of saliva connecting her lip to the tip of his cock. Using her hand she smeared the wetness up and down his length vigorously. The wet squelching sounds of her administrations filled the small room, and she used her other hand to fondle his testicles.

"I like when they get all soft and hang low like this," she said, cupping his balls in the palm of her hand and letting the individual testes roll between her fingers. She wrapped her thumb and index finger around his sack and pulled it away from his body slightly. The skin stretched taught over his balls, just enough to be slightly uncomfortable. She let go of his cock with her other hand, and it swayed slightly, jutting up from above his captured balls like a wet, red, throbbing spike.

Brian gripped the sheets and let out a low moan. It felt uncomfortable, but in a really good way. Something about this petite, blonde girl literally having him by the balls was a huge turn on, and his dick seemed to grow even harder in response, like it was trying to reach back into her grasp.

Her pale, pink lips puckered, and she planted a kiss on his balls. "Lay back on the bed," she said. Brian obliged, leaning back until he was completely horizontal. He heard a wet sucking sound coming from Gwen, just before she lifted his balls and he felt a wet finger massaging the area between his balls and his anus.

"Have you ever done butt stuff before?" She asked. Her voice was smooth and confident, like she was asking out of curiosity instead of permission, as though it was going to happen regardless of what he said. Brian shook his head "no." He wanted to protest and stop her, but the solid way she was massaging his perineum, and how she still had his balls locked in her grip, made him feel like he was in her control. And his dick was so hard. It throbbed with every heartbeat, and he wasn't thinking clearly. If it meant she would put it back in her mouth he'd let her finger his ass.

"I'll go slow, then, at first," she said. She slipped a wet finger between his butt cheeks and pressed against his sphincter. He was happy to realize that she kept her nails trimmed short. She massaged the entrance gently for several seconds, working her fingertip all around the entrance to his butt. Just as he felt the muscles in that area begin to relax, she slipped her finger in. There was a slight burning sensation as his hole stretched and attempted to close, squeezing around her invading digit.

"You're so tight," she observed. She worked her finger in and out slowly, the knuckles of her slender finger stretching him more as they passed over his sphincter. "It takes a few minutes for your butt to tire out and get loose," she told him. She worked his ass like that for several minutes, curling her finger towards his stomach as she did, rubbing against a spot within him that caused warm, pulsing sensations to radiate through the tip of his cock, forcing waves of precum to leak down his length.

The burning sensation suddenly faded away, and Brian found himself groaning and moaning, his hands digging at Gwen's sheets as her finger mercilessly pumped his ass. He felt a sudden increase in pressure as she pressed a second finger against his sphincter and slid it in alongside the first. Brian let out a long, low breath as he adjusted to the new feeling of tightness. Gwen gave him a few seconds to get comfortable, then started fingering him more vigorously than before.

Brian's hips began rolling against her hand to meet her thrusts. He felt like he wasn't in control of his body, all he wanted was for Gwen to keep fucking him with her hand. "It feels good, doesn't it?" She said. Brian nodded and bit down on his lower lip. "This is what your ass was meant to be used for," she continued, "It's why you have a prostate, so girls like me can fuck you up the butt, and make you feel good. If I had a cock, would you let me fuck you with it?"

Brian froze. He wasn't sure what she meant by that. Did she have a strap-on in her night stand? As good as this felt, as attracted as he felt to Gwen, this was moving incredibly fast for him. While he was thinking she let go of his balls. A feeling of relief washed over him as blood flooded back into his package. His testicles felt so warm and sensitive after being constrained for so long. Gwen massaged them with her fingertips, rubbing them deeply, but not painfully. "Let me have you, Brian," she said, wrapping her hand around his cock and pumping it in rhythm with her fingers in his ass, "I promise, it will feel like nothing you've ever experienced before."

The combined ministrations of her hands drove him wild. His dick was so hard it felt like it was straining against his skin. He imagined Gwen crouching over him, her thighs flexing and butt bouncing as she drilled his ass. He couldn't believe how turned on he was by the idea.

Brian looked down at Gwen, still on her knees in the floor between his legs, her beautiful face glowing in the moonlight. She looked so eager. A hunger had grown in her eyes, and she was breathing heavily with desire. He thought about sitting next to Gwen on the couch earlier, her arm around his shoulders, his hand inside of hers. He imagined falling asleep with her in this bed. "Ok," he said, "Whatever you want."

Gwen removed her fingers from his ass with a wet slurp and unceremoniously released his cock, as though it were an afterthought. She stood up and turned around, her pale back arching gracefully down to her faded blue jeans. Brian noticed again how, slender as she was, and he could tell from her back that she worked out. There was a clang of metal as she undid her belt buckle and unzipped her jeans. She slipped a thumb into her pants, on either side of her waist, and shook her hips back and forth as she worked the tight denim down her hips.

Beneath her jeans she wore a black g-string. A thin band of material disappeared between her plump ass cheeks, and two other bands looped around her waist. She kicked her shoes off and removed her pants completely, bending over at the waist so that Brian could see her entire ass. The string of her panties barely covered any of her asshole, which was pale and pink. Brian desperately wanted to squeeze her butt and bury his face in it.

Gwen stood up and turned around suddenly, and Brian's eyes grew wide in alarm. Barely contained in her tiny g-string was a swollen package. "Before you ask," she said, "I'm not a guy. I've never been a guy. I have both parts. A cock, balls, and a pussy. I'm a futanari." She stared directly into his eyes, maintaining contact as she pressed the band of her panties down her hips and let them fall in a small heap at her feet.

She used one had to shake her cock and it fell loose, like a rope that had been constrained in a box. It hung semi-hard beneath a small patch of platinum hair. How had she kept that thing concealed in her tight jeans? It was impossible.

Her cock was perfectly smooth, just like the rest of her body, with the exception of a ridge under the foreskin around the head, and a few veins. It was about five inches long, but quickly grew to seven as it hardened it front of her, pointing directly at Brian, as though it were giving him an order. He could see two swollen, hairless balls dangling beneath her dick.

Again he was torn. He had never imagined himself in a situation like this, let alone being turned on by it, but there was something so incredibly hot about Gwen. He had felt it the moment he had seen her. It was a quiet mix of delicate femininity and strength. Her body was all curves and soft edges, but beneath that layer of flawless skin was tight muscle, and her entire body exuded sexual dominance. He wanted, needed, to submit to her, to let her have her way with him, whatever that way may be.

However, he didn't want to be a completely passive recipient. He wanted her to desire him, too, and he knew what she wanted. He could tell from her ragged breath, from the eager way that her cock bobbed in front of her. She was incredibly horny,

Brian scooted forward on the bed so that his ass hung off the edge, then rolled his hips back so that his body folded in half and his knees hung on either side of his chest. He locked eyes with Gwen, between his legs, his hard dick pointing at his face over his stomach, and then used both hands to spread his ass for her, exposing himself and welcoming her in.

This time it was her eyes that grew wide with surprise, quickly followed by a hungry smile. A sound like a growl formed in her throat, and she ran over to her night stand, her large cock and balls bouncing in front of her small body. She yanked open the drawer of the table and pushed aside a few things before pulling out a bottle of lube.

Crossing back to Brian she pressed the nozzle of the bottle inside his butt and squirted a few shots of the liquid inside. He could feel the cool material spreading up his chute and running down his crack. Gwen proceeded to draw a long line of lube along her cock, then massaged it in with her hand. She wiped her hand off on the sheets, dropped the bottle on the bed next to Brian, then pressed the slick tip of her cock against his hole.

"Wait," he said, having second thoughts, "I'm a virgin."

"Not for long," was her reply.

He squirmed against the pressure. It was too much, even with the loosening her fingers had given him, but he bit his lip with resolve and kept his hands on his butt, spreading his cheeks for Gwen. He felt like a girl trying to impress her more experienced lover with how much she could take.

Gwen arched her back and pressed her hips forward, urging the bulbous head of her cock to gain entry. She gripped the base with her hand and gave a little shove, which was enough. The head of her dick popped inside Brian's ass, which stretched painfully against the girthy intrusion.

Brian groaned and gripped the sheets on either side of his butt as his knees instinctively came together. This had been a mistake. "It's hurts," he said, "You're too big, take it out."

"Shhhh," she consoled him. She slipped her hands between his legs and pressed them apart, re-exposing his cock and balls to her. She didn't move her hips at all, in or out, instead choosing to remain perfectly still as Brian's ass twitched and bucked, speared on the end of her cock. "Ride it out, just like that. Your ass will get tired of trying to squeeze down so hard soon."

It was then that Brian realized just how experienced Gwen was at giving anal. How many guys had she taken, here, in this bed? She was right, though. His ass was clenching and spasming, completely out of his control, but after a minute or so the pain subsided and left him with a warm, full feeling as her cock throbbed just inside the entrance of his ass.

"See?" She said, "You're doing wonderful." During the pain of her initial penetration his dick had softened slightly, and now she took his entire package in her hand and squeezed and jostled it.

"Don't worry, you'll be hard again soon, harder than you've ever been in your life. Hold your legs apart for me and let me take the lead. I'm going to make you feel something you've never felt before."

Brian moved his trembling hands from his butt cheeks to his knees and grabbed onto them, pulling them back and apart so that the was totally exposed to her, and totally at her mercy.

She leaned into him, placing her palms on the bed on either side of his chest, and slowly let her cock sink into his ass. Brian took a sharp breath, his back arching the same way he had seen girls do in porn a thousand times. He could feel her fleshy pole prying his cheeks apart and slithering deeper and deeper into his ass.

"You're so tight," Gwen said, "You've taken about half of it." He couldn't believe it was only halfway in, he already felt so full. He looked down and saw that she was right, about half of her cock, gleaming with wet lube, still extended from his butt. Gwen's abs were flexed tight as she held her position over him, her teardrop breasts hanging above his chest. Her nipples were pale pink and hard with arousal.

He looked up into her eyes, and she smiled down at him. "You can play with those, if you want." Both of his hands immediately shot to her breasts, and he fondled them in his palms, his fingers kneading the supple flesh. She moaned. Then, while he was momentarily distracted, she drove her hips forward, bottoming out in his ass, her large, smooth balls smacking against his ass cheeks.

"Ahhhh," he moaned, loudly, as he squeezed her boobs. The head of her cock was now nestled somewhere deep inside of his ass, and he thought he could feel it throbbing all the way into his gut. He imagined how he must look to her, legs spread and impaled on her big cock. Even though she didn't have her hands on him, he felt like he was stuck to the bed beneath her, her big dick alone pinning him in place.

"I'm going to fuck you now," she said matter-of-factly. She pulled her dick out slowly, the sound of wet friction filling the room. Brian groaned and his eyes rolled back, the sensation was so overwhelming that that his hips and ass shook uncontrollably on her cock. Just as the ridge of her head pulled up against his sphincter, she quickly plunged in again, her balls slapping loudly against his upturned ass cheeks. Gwen wiggled her hips slightly, as though settling in, then quickly withdrew several inches before quickly delivering another thrust. Brian groaned and squeezed the bed sheets harder, enduring the first thrusts of his first ass fucking.

Gwen picked up the pace and consistency of her humping, her pale cock gleaming with lube as it slithered in out of Brian's ass. Her toes dug into the carpet as she fought for grip and leverage. With each thrust her round butt would rise high into the air before flexing and clenching as she drove forward, then jiggling at the point of impact when her thighs met his.

The small room filled with the rhythmic cadence of their love making: her grunts of effort, his moans of pleasure, the quiet squelch of wet lube mixing with her pre, and the loud smack of her big balls against his butt. Gwen slid one arm under Brian's back, then, with him impaled on her cock, slid him up the bed, creating enough room for her to join him.

Being handled so easily and roughly with a cock up his ass, as though he were the small one, sent a shivering thrill down his spine. Gwen's knees dug into the mattress as she leaned over him, and he pulled harder on his knees so that he was nearly folded in half beneath her. She locked her lips onto his and kissed him deeply, her hard nipples digging into his chest. He moaned into her mouth as she rolled her hips and continued to hump his butt.

She was like a rutting animal now, with less grace and more need in her gyrations as she sought to bury her dick as far into him as possible, to explore every corner of his insides with her meaty probe. The pink comforter on the bed twisted around their writhing bodies, and a soft creak began to fill the room, the entire bed rocking in sync with her thrusts.

Brian's world reduced to the immediate space around his body: Gwen's warm breath in his ear as she panted and groaned, the heat of her cheek against his, the tickle of hair as a few strands that had escaped her bouncing ponytail were glued to his sweaty neck.

Her elbows were buried into the mattress on either side of his shoulders, and she cradled the back of his head with one hand while the other squeezed a fistful of the comforter above them. Looking down, most of his vision was blocked by her shoulder, but beyond it he could see the pale curve of her flexing back as it rose up to form the bubbliest butt he had ever seen.

He watched it rise and fall, transfixed, barely able to believe that on the other side of that bouncing ass was a massive cock, the same cock that he could feel driving his cheeks apart and plundering the depths of his ass.

He released his knees and used his hands to explore her gorgeous body. He blindly traced the outline of her collar bone, then cupped her breasts into each hand, which earned him a satisfied moan directly from her lips and into his ear. Finally he settled his hands onto her upper back, feeling the muscles work as she fucked him. He had always imagined being in this position with a girl, except it had been him on top, her fingers digging into his back.

He let his fingertips press in, holding onto her like she was an anchor and that the fucking she was giving him was a lifeline. In a way, it was. If Gwen pulled out right now and walked out of the room, he thought he might die from pent up desire and pleasure.

He gasped and moaned in a way that sounded almost girlish, and he felt his fingernails slide alongside her back.

"Ah, fuck, that's nice," she groaned, and humped him harder, "Does mommy's cock feel good inside of you?"

"Yes!" He moaned, her dirty talk causing him to feel humiliated and even more turned on at the same time. He felt like a slut who had been picked up by an experienced womanizer. She threaded her fingers through his hair and pulled his head back as she thrust faster, raking the spongey head of her girlcock across his prostate. He practically wailed in response, his entire body convulsing as her dick pummeled him.

Suddenly she stopped, leaving her fuckstick buried balls deep inside his ass, pressed so hard into him that he could feel her orbs resting against his cheeks.

"Unh," he moaned. He felt so full, and her cock was resting firmly against his prostate where he could feel every involuntary twitch or pulse of blood that coursed through it.

"Ungh," he groaned, again, and rolled his hips, trying to thrust along her pole and get her to start moving again.

"What do you want?" She whispered.

"Fuck me," he whispered back.

"How? How do you want me to fuck you?"

"With your cock! As hard as you can!"

"What if I didn't?" She asked, "What if I pulled out and finished giving you a blowjob instead? It's your choice."

Brian thought about how his cock had felt in her mouth, warm and hot and wet, throbbing almost out of its skin with arousal. He realized that at some point he had become hard again, his stiff cock and swollen balls sandwiched between their bodies, harder that it had been before. Precum oozed continuously from the tip, which had become a dark purple color. He felt a hairs breadth away from orgasm, all he needed was a few more thrusts, a few more trips up and down her meatpole.

This is how she had gotten him in the first place, he realized. The blow job had made him so desperate he let her fuck his ass, and now she had made him even more desperate, for something he never thought he had needed and before today would have said he didn't want.

He looked up into her eyes. They were cunning and hungry. She knew what she was doing to him. She moved fraction of an inch, pulling her cockhead off his prostate.

"No," he whispered, "Fuck me. I want you to pound my ass with your big cock!"

She suddenly obliged, withdrawing her dick completely out of his body, leaving his hole gaping and twitching in the cool air of her small dorm room. He gasped at the sudden feeling of emptiness.

Then she buried her cock to the hilt in a single, hard thrust. He moaned like a girl, feeling as though his hole was being opened up and used and abused purely for her enjoyment. She repeated the motion a few more times, pulling out completely, going up onto her toes to hold the tip of her shaft a few inches above his ass, then sheathing herself back into his warm love canal. The wet, squelching sound of their wanton fucking became noticeably louder.

His knees were splayed out to either of Gwen, his feet bouncing uselessly in the air and she hammered him. Caught up in the moment of passion, he wrapped them around her waist and locked his ankles behind her lower back. He began to use his leverage to meet her on every thrust, savoring the feeling each time her long cock drilled into his ass and snaked out again.

He tightened his legs slightly and fucked up against her harder, preventing her from withdrawing completely but causing her to moan loudly as his ass repeatedly devoured her full, massive length, his sphincter squeezing it tightly as his ring traveled up and down her length.

A warm sensation began to pulse out from deep in his ass, running along his body in waves. With every thrust he felt the full stretch of Gwen's cock along his sphincter, followed by a wave of pleasure as the soft head of her dick pressed down on the sensitive spot in his ass. The longer and faster she fucked him the more rapidly the waves came, until he was gasping for air, his mouth open and his head lolling from side to side. He managed to look directly into Gwen's eyes, which were open and fierce, her teeth clenched as she pounded away.

"I think I'm going to cum," he breathed out in a whisper, slightly dismayed. He'd only ever cum from jacking off before, and now here he was about to cum from a girl fucking his ass with her dick.

"Yes," Gwen grunted, "Cum for me. Cum on my cock." She redoubled her efforts, hammering her monster into his ass with wild abandon. Their bodies, now covered in a sheen of sweat, writhed against one another with animal need.

The heat and waves of pleasure administered by Gwen's cock suddenly became too much for Brian's body to handle. He felt his balls clench as a shot of hot cum spurted out of his cock, the gooey substance instantly caught in the friction of Gwen's stomach on his. She did not relent or slow down. She continued to ream his asshole without mercy, the hot-iron shaft of her cock stretching his asshole open and beating a rhythm on his prostate. Each time she brought the hammer of her flesh against his sensitive button another spurt of jizz was forced out of his penis.

Brian lost the ability to concentrate on anything in particular. All he could feel was the trembling glow of his orgasm, the weight of Gwen's body, tirelessly fucking, and the sound of his cum between their bodies.

"Ahh, I'm coming too," Gwen said. Her chin tucked into her chest as she buried her cock to the hilt in Brian's butt, and he felt an explosion of hot liquid deep in his ass, blasting against his insides. Gwen began to hump her hips in short, powerful strokes, using Brian's clenching ass as a sleeve to milk the orgasm from her cock.

Her ass muscles flexed and bounced with each impact as she poured all of her strength into finishing inside of Brian. With each thrust their bodies met with a loud smack, and Brian could feel another large spurt of smoldering cum being deposited inside of him. He couldn't believe how much she was cumming. He felt a twinge of pressure as her load built against the inside of his gut, and he could feel warm streams of it leaking around her cock and running down his ass onto her bed.

Finally, after what felt like a river of cum had been injected into his bowels, Gwen eased herself backwards, gently sliding her spent cock out of his butt. Brian immediately felt empty as his sphincter attempted to clamp down on a cock that was no longer there. He could tell, thoroughly fucked as it was, that it did not immediately return to its former tightness.

Gwen, with one knee on the bed and one foot on the floor, leaned over him. Her softening cock hung between her legs, covered in its own cum. She gently, almost absentmindedly, rubbed a couple of fingers around his tender asshole, as though consoling it.

"That was awesome, you were awesome," she said, a large smile spreading across her face. "I knew when you wrapped your legs around me, you were going to be great."

"Th-thanks," Brian replied, "So were you. I never knew I needed something like that."

"Well, I have dibs, and I'm single, if you want to be mine," she said, her fingers continuing to circle the inside of his anus.

It was interesting phrasing, but Brian thought she was asking him to be her boyfriend.

"That sounds amazing," he told her.

"Of course, I share with my sisters."

"Wh-what do you mean?" Brian stuttered. Was everyone in the sorority like Gwen? A dark and frantic thought darted through his mind - was Julie?

Gwen leaned to the side and grabbed the TV remote off the night stand. She pointed it at the television at the foot of her bed, and Brian found himself looking at the living room of the sorority, as though a camera was mounted on top of the television downstairs. All the girls were still gathered around it as they were before, except they had taken their pants off, and were masturbating. Each one, including Julie, was stroking their cock as they stared into the space just below the camera, where the TV would be.

Gwen made a come hither motion towards the screen, and said, "Come on up, he's ready. And he loves it."

Within a second Brian found himself staring at a living room full of empty seats.

"They were watching us?" Brian gasped. Julie, his own sister, had just watched Gwen seduce him, take his anal virginity, and then make him beg her to keep fucking him. More than that, Julie had set the whole thing up and was now headed upstairs with a huge erection of her own!

"Of course, you saw the sign on your way in. Video surveillance."

"I didn't know-" He began to protest, but Gwen cut him off.

"Shh, it felt good, right? Now you're about to feel all of that times eight."

"I just, I thought you and me were going to be special or something..." His voice trailed off.

Gwen frowned and she seemed to think for a moment, before saying, "We are, but that doesn't mean my sisters can't make you feel good, too, and you them. But at the end of the day, you'll come back in here with me, to my bed. You're mine, if you want to be. Or you can leave, if you want that."

Brian's mind raced. He could sleep with Gwen? Would she take him and use him every night, like she had tonight? What about the seven other dicks bouncing their way upstairs right now, aiming straight for his sore, puckered butthole? They wanted to add their own loads to his ass, which was already so full he could feel it in his stomach.

Gwen wrapped a hand gently around his cock, her thumb massaging the tender spot just under his glans. He sucked in a quick breath, shocked by how sensitive it was after his anal orgasm, but even more surprised that his cock was still insanely hard. Normally after he jerked off he had to wait at least thirty minutes or so until he could go again, but now he was already feeling the desperate need to cum, as though he hadn't orgasmed at all.

Gwen's cum in his ass seemed to radiate warmth out to his cock, and even to his balls. They suddenly felt full and a little sore, like he had blue balls, even though Gwen had just completely drained them with the pounding she had given his ass. What was going on?

As if reading his mind she lifted his balls with her other hand, rolling them between her fingers and squeezing each one individually.

"You're balls are so full, Brian," she said huskily, "We could help you with that." His cock was practically twitching now as she continued to gently rub the tip with her thumb. She placed her other four fingers on top of his engorged cock head, massaging them through the slippery precum that was practically pouring out of his tip.

Well, he had wanted to become someone different in college.

"Alright," he said, "Why the hell not?" Gwen smiled and stuck her hand out for him to take, and she pulled him up off the bed. He was slightly embarrassed when he realized he had to clench his butt to keep his new girlfriend's load inside.

As though reading his mind she slapped his ass, making it jiggle and the cum to slosh against his insides.

"I think I need to go to the bathroom," he said.

"No, keep my deposit safe," she said, grinning.

Visions of what he was about to do ran through his head, making him feel slightly drunk. He was about to have sex with eight girls at the same time. Maybe not in a way he had ever thought he would, but as he imagined himself at the center of an orgy, their lean and sweaty bodies pressed around him as they sought to use him for pleasure, he felt his cock pulse and twitch.

Gwen wrapped her fingers around his member. "This way," she said with a slight tug, leading him by his cock. He waddled behind her, out of her room and into the common area.