CH 15 KNOCKING KNOCKOUT
I was just about 1/2 way through my third set on the bench press when her legs appeared above my head. She was wearing short-shorts. The legs of her shorts flared just enough that I could see all the way up to her crotch. A glimmer of a small white satin thong was just visible up between her legs. Her midsection was bare, with her 1/2 top coming down just below her tits. As my eyes wandered from her crotch to her chest, I could clearly see the lower half of her tits, covered with sweat and matted to her short shirt.
"Hey there Jonnie, long time no see," she said. My eyes traveled up to her face. A mischievous grin covered her flush oval visage.
Oh my god! Marry. I hadn't seen her since I have spent that dreadful day at the Kappa house as a slut maid shaving the girls' pussys. Looking into her grinning face I couldn't help but feel a shudder run through me. My stomach knotted and I struggled to get the weight back up on the rack.
I experienced a mix of feelings. Some lust...I had always though that she was a tight little spinner. While I never had fucked her, I spend part of one, long, hellish night licking her clit, eating her pussy, and swallowing her cum. It was the memories of that night the gave rise to my other feeling....hatred.
Marry's workout clothes were also reminiscent of her Halloween costume, that of the super heroine Knockout. Her baggy skimpy shorts were green and her half-shirt was yellow. Except for her missing mask and showing more of her body, it was if my nemesis was here again.
I got up off the bench. All my aversions aside, I had to admire her body. Marry worked hard to sculpt her body. Her legs, although short, were ripped. She had biceps and shoulders that most guys would have wished to have. Her chest was likewise muscled, adding an appearance of even greater size to the tits on her small frame. Supported by well-formed pectoral muscles, her tits were full and firm, sitting high upon her torso.
I noted that several of the other guys in the weight room had been likewise distracted by Marry appearance. Despite all the ogling and lustful admiration from the other men, Marry had eyes only for me.
"Are you about done with you work out? Marry asked. Before I could even answer she added, "You sure are looking good."
Now it was my turn to be flustered. My animosity began to give way to the lust. After all, what guy wouldn't be flattered by a beautiful girl paying him compliments, having eyes only for him in a room full of sweating, horny admiring men.
Finding my tongue, I told her that I had just finished my last set. Giving me a big seductive smile, Marry said, "Then let's get out of here."
We didn't even bother to change our clothes, instead leaving the field house and heading for the parking lot. As we walked out, Marry wrapped herself around my arm, pressing her tits into me. When we reached the cars, Marry told me to follow her. She got into her Toyota and I got into my Chevy.
Ten minutes later we were sitting in the bar. Marry ordered shots...whiskey, not tequila. After a few shots the tension broke and we began to talk. At first the conversation was casual...how was school, did I still work out regularly, was I still dating Cindy. As the alcohol began to work on use, the conversation naturally turned to sex.
Marry wasn't surprised that I was still dating Cindy, despite all the shit that I was getting. She almost seemed to sympathize with me. She seemed very interested in why I would put up with all the fucking around, the torture, and the humiliation that I received.
I tried to explain that I loved Cindy and that it was all just a game. I had to admit that I didn't enjoy everything, but that all long as Cindy was happy...and as long as I still got to fuck her, I could endure the rest.
Then Marry started getting into the sorority stuff. As the alcohol flowed, she began to harass me about the Halloween party. She relished in reliving the way she had abused me. She began to talk louder, vividly reconstructing how she had beat the shit out of me.
I had a good buzz by then and tried to just slough it off. After all we were in public and what could I do? By the time she got though verbally reliving the way I had sucked her ass and ate her cum, the volume of her voice and the illicit nature of her conversation had virtually everyone at the bar listening. In fact, by now a small crowd had begun to form around behind us and the bartender, having stopped serving anyone else, was standing captivated before us.
Drunk or not, I figured this had gone far enough. I started to stand up to leave, saying, "Time for me to go, Marry." Before I was fully to my feet, Marry clasp a firm grip onto my forearm. Her strength again surprised me. My arm was firmly pinned to the bar.
"But, I was just getting to the part about you dressing in drag and shaving all us Kappa girls' cunts," Marry said sharply. The crowd seemed to go from looking at me, looking at Marry's crotch, and then back to staring at me.
I could almost see the crowd envisioning me in lingerie, kneeling between some girl's legs, shaving her cunt, dressed in drag. I pulled my arm back from Marry, jerking it as hard as I could. As I got to my feet, the crowd pulled back slightly. Before I could move further, Marry got to her feet. I braced myself, instinctively anticipating a fight.
Instead, Marry raised her hand and shouted, "Hey, girls, come over here. I was just about to tell everyone how Slut here shaves cunts and eats pussy." I turned my head and followed her eyes. As I looked, there across the room were Rene, Amy and Susan....three of the Kappa's that I had served as Slut, the drag queen maid.
I panicked! I pushed my way through the crowd, half running - half stumbling. I kept my head down, trying to hide my face, trying to hide from the humiliation. Marry was still waving, calling to the other Kappas. The three girls were coming across the room! I had to get out of here.
The crowd was laughing, taunting me. I heard calls of "Faggot, pussy, bitch, queer, eat me..." As I pushed past one girl, she shouted at me, "Get the fuck of me you fucking freak!" The girl standing next to her shouted at me, "Aw baby, don't go. Stay, you can shave my pussy!"
I made it to my car. I jumped in and spun out, sending a cloud of gravel back into the parking lot. God! I was so mad! I was so humiliated! I was such a freak!
But...somewhere, back in the recesses of my mind...I could see the face of that raven haired girl...shouting at me..."Don't go, stay, you can shave my pussy!" Through my drunken haze, I saw myself between her legs...her thick black pubic bush covered with white shaving crème....me dressed in a tight corset, my tits pushed up in the small cups, my nipples crushed by jagged alligator clips, my cock strapped back between my legs...pushing the big black anal plug deep into my ass, the tiny silken black French cut panties softly caressing my bound testicles..." I felt my cock beginning to grow hard.
When I got home, I stripped off my clothes and got into a hot shower. What was happening to me? The longer I was involved in these perverted, kinky sex games, the stranger I was becoming. I was so confused. I detested what I was doing, what was being done to me...but, I knew I couldn't stop. It was like being addicted.
I wrapped a towel around me and headed to the living room. I poured myself a tall glass of tequila. I loaded the bong. I turned on the stereo. I dialed through the stations. A blur of sounds...and then, "Bad Boys Get Spanked" by Joan Jet. Fate...
I sat back and took several deep drags off the bong. My towel fell open. Almost without thinking, I began to slowly stroke my cock. Slowly, I worked the shaft. I filled my hand with spit, coating my cock shaft. I began to thrust my hip upward to the heavy beat of the music. God, it felt so good...
