In The Student Union

In the Student Union

Rocky McTavish

My name is Alexandra Shamrock McTavish, although everyone calls me Rocky. I grew up in upstate New York. My parents worked at manufacturing jobs, my dad as an executive, my mom as an accountant. We lived on a small farm, but we didn't do much farming. We had a few chickens which my brother and sister and I took care of, including hunting for eggs. Every afternoon was an Easter egg hunt. We kept a few cattle that were periodically taken to a local locker so that we frequently had home-grown steaks. We had three horses, which all of us rode. I studied hard in high school and made good grades. It was pretty easy because I was smart and had a limited social life. I was considered to be a female nerd and a wallflower. My social life began to pick up in the last semester of my senior year when my boobs grew from A-cups to D-cups, and my butt filled out. I was still a virgin when I started college.

I pledged a sorority and a member helped me solve my virginity problem by sending me and a friend of her boyfriend's to a motel. The guy's name was Dan Patrick. Dan was a member of the college tennis team and was handsome and athletic although not muscled up like the basketball and football players. We had to go to a motel because Dan was afraid that I would bleed on everything if we went to his apartment or used the backseat of his car. I actually came my first time to have sex and wanted nothing more than to have someone hold me while I experienced the afterglow of love. Instead, this asshole got dressed and left. I ended up walking almost a mile from the motel back to the sorority house, because he was in such a hurry to get away that he wouldn't wait for me to shower and get dressed.

Dan actually called me a couple of times both for himself and on behalf of one or more of his fraternity brothers. He always seemed surprised when I politely told him that I wasn't interested in him or his fraternity brothers. I later found out that he suffered from what we girls called BDC or Big Dick Complex; since he had a large cock he thought all that he had to do was ram it in and pound his partner for twenty or thirty strokes, and she would be his for life. What an ass!

Some of my sisters-to-be congratulated me, and I was now qualified to be entered in the freshman pledge auction that my sorority and Dan's fraternity held each year. The sorority pledges were auctioned off to spend twelve hours in the fraternity house with the guys who won their honor in the auction. The auction was a benefit for both the sorority and the fraternity, with the fraternity keeping a third and the sorority getting the rest. There was a stage in the fraternity dining hall and that was where we were auctioned off. The auction was run by the sorority officers with the bidders being teams of two fraternity members. The teams of two bidders each assured that there would be more teams of bidders than pledges. It was usually referred to as the Silent Auction, not because of how the bidding was conducted but because no one outside of the fraternity and sorority were supposed to know anything about it. The auction had three phases. In the first phase, we went on stage dressed in skirts and blouses and told everyone our name, what our hometown was, and what our major was. There were quite a few undecideds who were probably here mostly to work on a Mrs. degree. In the second phase we did a typical model runway walk in our bra and panties, walking across the stage and back. Some of my sister pledges did bumps and grinds and shimmies, but I limited myself to typical runway model poses. In the third phase, we stood before the assemblage dressed only in our panties. Once the bidding on a girl completed, the girl went with her team to wherever they wanted to take her, usually a fraternity dorm room, although some of the members had better rooms.

The sorority considered the auction a good thing for two reasons: It filled the Pi Psi Pi coffers, and it was pledge training in the way Pi Psi Pi members were expected to conduct themselves. It was my first threesome. Before the night was over, I had experienced my first anal, and several double penetrations including pussy and ass, pussy and mouth, and ass and mouth. After midnight, one of the non-winners in the auction came by and helped out so that I even had a few experiences of airtight. It wasn't the greatest experience of my life, but I did come many times with the double penetration and airtight fucking.

We were a sad and forlorn group when we waited in front of the fraternity house for our sisters to pick us up. Two girls were dressed only in panties. I had lost my bra but had managed to recover my dress. Several girls had only bra and panties on. A couple of girls had lost one or both shoes. Everyone's hair and makeup was messed up. The topless pledges went in the first car, while all of the underwear only girls managed to be taken by the first or second cars. After this, I knew my reluctance to take my clothes off with a guy was a lot less than before.

As members of Pi Psi Pi, neither I nor my sisters frequented the Student Union, but I occasionally had lunch in the cafeteria when I was in a hurry to get to nearby class on time. One day it was especially crowded, and I left the cashier station without an empty table in sight. As I walked past a large table with what appeared to be athletes, a large black guy hailed me, "Hey, sister! We got an empty seat! I promise we don't bite!"

I was a little hesitant to join a table with nine large guys and no girls, but then Dan got my attention, "Hey, Rocky! Come sit with us!"

Actually, Dan's presence was as much a deterrent as an attraction, but I decided to join them as going on after pausing so long would be rude. It turned out that Dan, a linebacker, and a strong forward, and I were the only Anglos at the table. Big Mike, who first accosted me, introduced me to everyone. The other five guys at the table were all black football or basketball players. Next to me, Dan was the smallest guy there. I was seated between Big Mike and Andy, a varsity running back. Big Mike admitted that he was a former student starting lineman and had graduated three years ago.

Dan

Big Mike said, "There's a honey at the cashier station."

I replied, "Mike, I popped her cherry a few months ago. Her name's Rocky and she's a Pi Psi Pi hottie. She took part in our silent auction. You know about that, don't you?"

Big Mike told me, "Sure, you told us about that but you wouldn't let us take part. Say, guys. I think I want some of that. Before this day is over, I'm going to get me a sorority girl."

Rocky

After the introductions, most of the conversation on my end of the table was with Big Mike, while there was a guys only discussion at Dan's end of the table.

Big Mike asked me, "What year are you?"

I said, "I'm a freshman."

He replied, "You must be a Pi Psi Pi pledge."

I responded, "Did Dan tell you that?"

He answered, "He didn't have to, you've got a Pi Psi Pi pendant around your beautiful neck."

I told him, "Aren't you the cheeky one!"

He replied, "You're just not figuring that out? Let me tell you something. There are a lot of beautiful women on this campus, but I think you're one of the hottest."

I was feeling a little uncomfortable but in a nice sort of way, "I bet you tell all the girls that!"

He smiled, "More than I should, but it's absolutely true with you."

I shamelessly blushed, this guy was getting to me, "Get out of here!"

He smiled with even more teeth, "You've probably noticed that I have a different skin color than you."

I said, "I hope it's not racist, but that was the first thing I noticed about you."

He continued, "You've probably heard about some of the attributes that big black guys have, which aren't always immediately visible."

I almost choked on a French fry, "I've heard."

He then told me, "I'm a spade, who is unusually well-endowed."

After a drink of cola, I asked, "Why are you telling me this?"

He replied, "Because I have a deal for you, you won't want to miss?"

I have to admit I was intrigued and a little excited, "Okay, let me have it. What's the deal?"

He continued, "It's quite simple. This is my card." He handed me a business card. "Call me when you get out of class. I'll tell you where to go and find out for yourself."

I inquired, "Why would I want to do that?"

He said, "I have some black stuff down here which I think might fit nicely with the white stuff you have down there. But I think you already knew that, didn't you?"

I almost choked on my soft drink, but if I didn't know, my womanhood was wet and ready to go.

I blushed and said, "I'll think about it. I have to go to class now."

He responded, "I'll be waiting for your call."

I simply told him, "Bye, now!" and carried my tray to the dirty dish conveyor.

I knew I was wet, and curious about his 'black stuff.' I had no idea what I was going to do. After an hour of English I and an hour of American History, it was decision time. I decided it would hurt nothing to call this arrogant fellow and see what he had to say.

Big Mike answered on the first ring, "Hullo!"

I replied, "Hi, Mike! It's Rocky!"

He said, "Hello, beautiful! Are you ready to take down some directions?"

I responded, "No, I just called to talk."

He told me, "I don't think so. I think you called because you want to see if my black cock is as big as I said it was. Am I wrong?"

I felt so out of my league, "Maybe. I don't know."

He said in an extremely endearing way, "Rocky, why don't you meet me? I'm not going to force you to do anything you don't want to do. Besides, I'm pretty sure we want the same thing."

I said, "What's that?"

He explained, "We both want to find out how well your white body will fit against my black body. But, like I said, come on over! No one's going to force anybody to do anything she doesn't want to do."

I responded, "I can't believe I'm even having this conversation."

He told me, "I can't either, when both of us want that white ass to come over here."

I answered, "Okay, I'll come over there, but I'm not making any promises."

He said, "I'll be here. He gave me the name of an apartment building and an apartment number."

I told him, "Got it! See you in a few!"

I couldn't believe what I was doing. Well, maybe I did, my panties were soaked, thinking about having a big black cock fucking the shit out of me. My pussy knew what it wanted even though my mind was still fighting my excitement and arousal.

The apartment was on the east side of town, not a particularly nice part of town, but the apartment building looked nice and well-maintained. I had to press a security panel to get someone to release the external security door. Breathlessly I walked a little over halfway down the central corridor. Big Mike opened the door, pulled me in, and gave me the sexiest, wettest kiss ever. I was ready to go but noticed two other large black men sitting at the dining table.

Big Mike explained, "These guys are Charlie and Albert, my roommates. I've got something I'd like to show you in my room."

He put one hand on my waist and took one of my hands in the other and guided me into the first bedroom. He kissed me again and then sat me down on his bed. My heart was beating a thousand beats a minute; I was beyond rationality driven my wanton desire and lust. He kissed me again and we made out a few minutes. He had a little more taste than white boys but I liked that. I was so aroused I didn't know what to do. He stood up and took his pants off. Then, his underpants. His cock was utterly magnificent. Beautiful and dark as night. It was the largest I had ever seen.

He asked, "Would you like to touch it?"

I didn't know before that moment, but I did. I touched it and felt that it was both hot and hard. I was excited and ashamed, but most of all, aroused.

He asked, "Would you like to taste it?"

I knew where this was going, and I that's what I wanted. I put both hands on the lower part of his monster cock and took the first couple of inches into my mouth and began sucking it while running my tongue over it.

He said, "That's very good, Rocky!"

It was crazy but that made we feel warm and fuzzy inside. I knew I wanted to please him and would do whatever he wanted.

I continued sucking his cock and playing with his balls for a couple of minutes.

He asked, "Would you like to take your clothes off, Rocky!"

Oh God, did I ever want to. I reached behind and unzipped my dress, letting it fall to the floor as I unsnapped my bra. By the time my bra hit the floor, I had my panties down to my knees. I quickly kicked my shoes off, so that I was completely nude.

I asked, "What now, Mike!"

He directed me, "Lie down on the bed and spread your legs."

He crawled between my legs and started licking my clit. It was only a few licks with a little rubbing of my labia until I was bucking my hips in the ecstasy of my first orgasm. He began finger fucking me while continuing the clit action and again I had a big-time body shaking orgasm.

He didn't stop, the stimulation of my button and my vagi soon took me over the top to a multi-convulsion climax. He paused and I could see that the heavy artillery was coming my way. I was afraid of the monster yet looking forward with anticipation to what I knew it was going to do to me. It was incredible how wonderful it felt to have his huge appendage filling me up. Just as he touched my cervix, I came as hard as I have ever cum. I was vaguely aware as I trembled with aftershocks of him pushing on beyond my cervix. I had never felt a cock go so deep in me, and never had I felt such erotic pleasure. I started to orgasm every minute or so, with the in between feeling almost as good as the big O's. This was joy exponentially beyond anything in my previous experience. I came and came and then came some more. The gaps between explosions were hardly enough to have a few recovery breaths. I lost count of how many times I came but it must have been low double digits, as surprisingly, I didn't mind him concluding the experience with semen splashing against my innermost intimate walls over and over.

As I lay there, still trembling, trying to get my breath back, I told him, "Oh, God, Mike. That was beyond fantastic. I have to say, it was worth the drive."

He replied, as he caressed and fondled my body, with intermittent kisses, "You liked that, did you?"

I admitted, "I did, Mike. It was just so good!"

I had never felt so wonderful in my whole life.

I was mildly surprised, when he asked me, "Would you like to do something for me?"

I replied, "Sure, Mike. What is it?"

He explained, "Charley and Albert are sort of lonely. Do you think you could do something for them?"

I was a little shocked, "You want me to fuck them?"

He said, "Only if you want to do something for me and for them."

I said, "I don't know, Mike."

He took his big forefinger and ran it around my ass, along my perineum, across my slit and then around my clitoris. It felt so good, almost as good as another orgasm. He surely knew which of my buttons to push.

He inquired, "You want to do that, don't you?" as he tweaked my nipples. I was beginning to think about another orgasm."

I was mildly surprised to hear my languorous reply, "Okay, Mike."

He gave me that big smile that I liked so much, took me by the hand and led my nude bodyback into the living room, over to the dining table, where both guys were still seated.

Romantically, Big Mike asked, "Who's first?"

Charley jumped up first, he grabbed my naked buttocks squeezing our groins together as he kissed me with large amounts of tongue.

I was surprised at how ready I was. He took my hand and led me to his bedroom as I eagerly followed. Charley wasn't as good as Mike, but in our thirty or forty minutes together I lost count. I could hardly walk without assistance as afterward Charley led me back to the dining room table.

He told Albert, "She's all yours."

Albert was apparently in a hurry. He simply folded my naked body over the dining room table and quickly removing his garments that were below his waist, pounded me to several orgasms while I was bent over the table.

Then he gruffly told me, "Doggy style on the floor, and banged me to a few more climaxes.

Finally, he rolled over on his back and said, "Ride 'em, cowgirl."

I thought he would never come. I was still having orgasms but both my cunt and my thighs were beginning to ache by the time he came.

Big Mike helped me off of him and led me to his room. As I dressed, we talked.

He told me, "You don't know what I to for work, do you?"

I said, "No, Mike, I don't. We never got around to discussing that."

He continued, "A few blocks from here I have a house. A house full of working girls."

I said, "You mean a whore house."

He said, "Some people call it that. How would you like to be one of my girls?"

I replied, "What?"

He said, "The money's good. Real good. You like sex. It seems natural. You get some extra spending money and I think you'd enjoy the work. Since you're a college girl, you'd probably only work Saturday nights, maybe Friday nights."

I asked, "Why do you think I'd like it."

He explained, "Sweetheart, with all due respect, you love sex. This would be an opportunity to get lots of sex and make some extra money. You could get a newer car, nicer clothes, save for your children's college fund. It seems like a natural thing, you like sex and everyone likes money. The only other thing you need is love and you have the other five or six days of the week to look for love."

I responded, "I don't know, Mike. I don't think I want the reputation of a working girl."

He continued, "There are two kinds of guys, those who think it's immoral to be a working girl, and those who think it's sexy to have been a working girl. I think you might prefer guys who think working girls are sexy. Just think about the whole idea. A guy gives you money. Then you have to give him what he wants. Don't you think the whole transaction is naughty and exciting?"

I said, "Mike, you are very convincing. I'll call you tomorrow with my answer. You want me to do this Saturday night, right?"

He answered, "Yes, I think you're going to do it, and I think you'll love it."

I had finished dressing and so I said, "Goodbye, Mike," and took my thoroughly fucked, thoroughly satiated body to my car for the drive back to the sorority house.

I asked my sorority president about what she thought of Big Mike's proposal. She thought my fucking Big Mike and his roommates was hot. She told me she thought it was the type of thing that a Pi Psi Pi girl would do not as a regular thing but as a lark. Something I could put on my bucket list as worked a shift as a prostitute.

I wanted to do it and I didn't want to do it. I knew it was one of those decisive river crossings of life. Once crossed, I could never come back to 'never accepted money for sex.' By Friday afternoon I was so horny I could hump a table corner. I could think of nothing else but getting fucked and paid at the same time. I wanted to be a whore for a day. I called Mike and told him I would do it. He told me I would work a six PM to four AM shift. He asked if I had a key to the sorority house. I told him I did. He said to come over around five for an orientation and gave me the address, and said if there were any issues, I should call him.

A few minutes before five, I knocked on the front door, a late-thirties, very attractive black woman opened the door and said, "Hi, Rocky! I'm Greta! I'm the house mother. You'll be dealing with me unless there are problems."