Lindas Sexual Autobiography Pt 02

This is a rewrite of the stories under "Linda's New Family" and considerably extended, with several new stories added. I hope you like it.

The characters and plot are mostly fictional, though some are based on real events.

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One

I was in a dorm, my first year at college, and I was surprised at how much it was like my old high school, except all together in a giant apartment building. It was a co-ed dorm, which did feel weird at first. My roommate, Karen, and I were OK together but not destined to be great friends. She was in to parties and I was in to education. I wanted to get the biggest bang for my buck with my classes. All those student loans had to pay off big time. I am also a bit socially retarded so I did not go to parties, did not like parties, and hence I did not meet many guys. There were a lot of attractive guys around, but physical beauty only goes so far. Gary had been nice looking, but in the attractiveness area he was only above average. That didn't stop sex with Gary from being a wonderful thing, though.

And I really missed having sex. Knowing guys as I thought I did, I figured I could just pick a guy that was pretty good looking and lead him into the bushes or whatever, and get sex whenever I wanted to. But that scheme didn't appeal to me. I wanted to feel some connection with whatever guy I hooked up with. Sex with strangers appealed to me on only one level and repelled me on another level. So I resigned myself to a year of frustration. I had long been masturbating, and that was good, but not good enough. I wanted to connect with a guy on a real level. I just wasn't sure how I was going to do it.

There was one guy, Kyle, a sophomore, who glommed on to me. He nearly but not quite stalked me, and he gave me the creeps. He treated other women with total disrespect. He was a walking model for what it meant to think of women as sex objects and nothing more. He was horny and he wanted pussy and that was the entire depth of his character. He would speak to me in passing, at the cafeteria or in the hall or in class, but his words were only and always kind of disgusting, and stupid, and transparent. He would walk by me eating lunch and ask if I'd like more cream in my coffee and he knew where I could get the best cream in town. Then he would leer at me like he thought he had aroused me and I would come running after him. It's not like he targeted me; he treated every woman that same way. Kyle was a worm and no man. But he was fairly tall and blonde, short hair, and athletic looking, a classic movie star dream-boat kind of look. I think he was on all the sports teams and was something of a star that way. Too bad his personality was like a sewer. What turned me off most about him was his obviously high opinion of himself. I would be embarrassed to introduce him to my parents. Also I didn't like the guys he hung out with. I didn't feel safe around them. And even if I was willing to let them fuck me, I don't think they could do it without it being a kind of rape.

When I refused to go out with him, I thought his teeth might fall out. Maybe I was the first pussy to refuse him. But my refusal made him all the more determined to get me. He would sing that song sometimes when he passed by, "Some way or another I gonna getcha. I gonna getcha getcha getcha getcha." I knew he had other women. That was obvious enough. So it wasn't that he was sexually deprived. He just wanted a new girl in his harem. He may have tattooed notches on his penis for every girl he laid.

But after Gary, I had pretty high standards for the way a man should treat a woman.

One day in the cafeteria I had had a really hard day, my period was coming on, and I thought I might scream at him if he said a single word to me or perhaps stab him where it hurts most with a plastic butter knife. Looking around for some place where Kyle would be unlikely to come over and harass me, I spotted a table where a rather intimidating girl was sitting. She had very short black hair that looked deliberately severe and she was wearing military type clothes. There was a lot of metal in her fashion statement, and she was smoking a cigar despite the "No Smoking" sign right behind her. I figured Kyle would not go to that part of the female universe so I headed over and sat down across from her. She was alone, but she didn't protest. She looked me over and noticed Kyle looking at us with a confused and irritated expression on his face. He just stared for a while and then went for another hamburger.

She raised her eyebrows. "Looking for a shelter from the storm?"

I look over at Kyle. "Yes. As a matter of fact I want that guy to leave me alone."

She nodded. "A common problem. The only way to discourage a guy like Kyle is to scare him. He doesn't take no for an answer. A lot of women seem to find him irresistible though."

"Not me. He creeps me out."

She just nodded and took a puff or two on her cigar. I was intrigued by her. The cigar perfected her image as a badass.

"He should creep you out. He chases you, but he has no interest in you. Except your pussy. That is all he wants." She flicked some ash off the cigar in a used coffee cup. "He is just a dick on two legs."

"Yep. That was my impression."

"Yeah, he's a Tahah boy." What she said sounded like Tahaaaa, said in an almost musical way like a fanfare but I didn't know what she meant. She saw my puzzled expression and explained.

"It's an acronym. TTAHAAH. Not very clever but it is damn hard to make up a good acronym. 'Two Tits, A Hole, And A Heartbeat.' The motto of the predator. Sometimes the heartbeat is more optional. He avoided us because I am dressed in the garb of the local feminist militant group. We have a reputation for protecting vulnerable women around campus, women who get abused or controlled or whatever. Any woman who comes to us for protection or help gets it."

"How do you help them?"

"The threat of violence, mainly. We have proven ourselves over the years as being capable of following through on our threats."

I didn't know if I was horrified or not. She saw my hesitation.

"Look, that kind of guy uses violence, if he has to and sometimes if he doesn't have to, to take advantage of women. So we just fight fire with fire."

"Like what might you do?"

"Convince them we would castrate them if they don't back off."

"Have you ever castrated someone?"

"Not yet."

I was quiet a while just taking this in. "Uh, how did you convince them you would carry through on your threats?"

"It was last year. The captain of the football team was the moral example for a coterie of imbeciles who thought all women were potential prey. We warned him and he laughed at us. So we tranked him, one day, dragged him off to our lair, and left evidence that he had almost been castrated."

"What kind of evidence?"

"We made a very shallow cut all around his balls, like a paper cut. It didn't really damage him, but it must have hurt like hell while he was healing. Bled a fair amount too. And we applied lemon juice just to make it more memorable. Then we left him in a public place and called his buddies to come get him. He was in no mood to walk."

I was shocked, to say the least. "You didn't get into trouble? Like with the police?"

"Nope. He never said a word. Probably too embarrassed to admit what had been done to him, except maybe to warn some of the other guys about what might happen. Now they are feeling cautious around us."

"Did they ever retaliate?"

"Not yet. I think they are nervous about what we might do next. That kind of man is too stupid to be afraid of anything except losing his balls."

She kept quiet for a while, smoking, and I just sat wondering what to make of it all. "Uh, what did you mean by tranked?"

"Tranquilizer gun. One of our company is a vet. It is illegal to shoot a human, of course. If he was a human." She paused and smoked a while in silence. "We don't practice violence in general. But if any woman comes to us for help, if she is being stalked, or abused, or scared, or anything like that, her boyfriend from hell gets a fierce warning. We are a vigilante group to protect women. The courts have failed us too many times."

Another pause while she smoked. "A few years ago there was a woman who got drunk and passed out a few blocks from the bar. A group of four outstanding youths of the community, sons from good families, raped her and left. But there was a witness and they were caught and arrested. She pressed charges but they were let go by the judge because he didn't want to ruin their future lives. The woman they raped, well her future life was not worth considering. That's when we decided to be our own judge."

Another pause while I ate my salad and macaroni and cheese. "Well you're not going to another table. I didn't scare you off. Do you need our help regarding Kyle?"

I looked around and he was back with his table of buddies and fan girls. "No, I think you scared him off by just sitting here."

"Well, if he ever does give you a hard time, let us know. We've never had to actually hurt anyone seriously. Think of it like the old policy of nuclear deterrence, like in the cold war."

"Are you a poly sci major?"

"That was a leap but yes. And you?"

"I am just testing the waters. But I am leaning toward science."

"Good. Science is too male dominated. Are you a lesbian?"

The question surprised me. "Uh, no. Uh, I don't think so."

"Too bad. I am bi myself but I have doubts if there even exists a man I would consider fucking. Are you a virgin?"

"Uh, no."

"Also good. You're not one of these inexperienced freshmen women that so easily fall prey to a pretty face. So your boyfriend waiting for you somewhere?"

"Uh, no. No he is not really my boyfriend."

"You break up?"

"Uh, no. We are still really good friends, the best friends. But he is in Chicago and I am here."

"You sound pretty level headed, then. You don't think you belong to the first guy who fucks you."

"Uh, no. It was never a possession kind of thing. Gary doesn't think like that."

"Wow. Where did you find this guy?"

"That is a long story. Let's just say he got me out of a tight spot and we became friends."

"Maybe some day you can introduce me to him. It sounds like he might be one of the very few decent men in the country."

By this point I had to leave for my next class (physics 1, if you want to know). "I don't know your name, vigilante girl."

"Andrea. And I don't know your name, level headed freshman girl."

"Linda. I will see you around then. I hope."

"You will. I am hard to miss."

And that proved to be true. We hung out a lot. By the end of the year we met up once a week for lunch. Kyle quit pursuing me and that part of my life became much less stressed.

And by the second semester I did meet some guys that I liked. There was a group of six guys and two girls who were in all of my technical classes and we formed a study group by the start of second semester. It started out as a pretty serious group -- those classes were hard and we all needed help. But we hit it off and pretty soon we spent a lot of time just hanging out together, For me, it was the first time I had had friends, other than Gary and the Linda's, and the Linda's were not on my academic level. By the end of the year, most of us elected to major in geology or some science. The two women in the group were a couple, but they still hung out with us quite a lot. I most liked geology, which sounded like it would be not too hard but ended up being the hardest science class I had ever taken. Calculus and physics and chemistry were relatively easy by comparison, for some reason. I became very fond of those guys by the end of the year. And even more important, I trusted them.

I didn't get to go home for Christmas break due to lack of funds and the campus was nearly empty. Andrea was still around and so we spent a lot of time together. By the end of the second semester, most of us in the study group decided we would rent this old Victorian house a few blocks from the campus. It would save us all a lot of money. The only ones not interested in the house were the two women who already had an apartment together. So it was me and the six guys. Once upon a time, I would have thought I was being wild renting a house with six guys, one woman alone in a house with six men, but now I didn't even think twice about it. They were gentlemen. But I decided I wouldn't tell my parent about living with a bunch of men.

Hanging out with the guys filled a major lack in my life. Still, I did spend a lot of time remembering sex with Gary. And these six guys were just lovable and appealing and charming. I could easily have a crush on any one of them, but I steadfastly kept myself from thinking about them in that way. It was good enough to stay good friends and I was afraid that mixing sex with any one in the group would ruin the whole closeness of the group.

It was near the end of the year that the local equivalents of fraternities did their version of a rush. They weren't really fraternities in the sense that they were part of some national organization. They were really just glorified cliques. But as it turns out they had very interesting ideas about initiation. I was too involved in classes and homework and stuff to notice, but I did catch the very last guy to join the Sigma-Epsilon-Chi house (in Greek letters, that's ΣΕΧ which is a bit obvious; they were a popular club to belong to, but no one inquired too closely). I heard about his initiation rite by accident, overhearing some girls giggling about it. Later I found out they were from a local "sorority" called phi upsilon ksi, or ΦΥΞ (at least not so obvious). The sorority girls were the only ones invited to his initiation and the time was chosen for just after the pool closed. As it turned out I knew one of the sorority girls from chem class. When I asked her, she said she could smuggle me in and even offered to get me a snorkel so I could see the action. I was missing having sex pretty badly and kept imagining Gary jerking off while I watched. That was how I first met him, watching his dick as his cum sprayed over the carpet in front of him. You don't forget a thing like that.

The guy being initiated was supposed to go to the campus swimming pool, strip naked while under water, and masturbate. The sorority girls who wanted to could go (and of course all of them wanted to) and see the show with their snorkels. The life guard was a member of the fraternity who would keep his eye open for interference. The guy's name was Kevin Mullaney. I had seen him in a calculus class, but never met him. Not bad looking.

I showed up ten minutes early with my new best friend for the night, in my white bikini, which I had not had time to wear before. Kevin did not come early. I bet he was nervous. He arrived with two other guys, presumably frat bros who were there to supervise him, give him some extra courage if he started to wimp out. All of us girls were in the pool already. His escorts stood on either side of him and when they reached the pool, they pulled his swimming trunks down so he was standing there naked. His penis was not erect, probably too nervous to get hard yet. He stepped down into the pool at the shallow end and walked over to where the water came up to his shoulders. All of us women gathered around to watch.

I love the way water looks from underneath, the bluey greeny shimmering color. It made watching a man masturbate all the more magical, if you can use magical as an adjective to describe something so completely carnal. And there he was, standing naked against the edge of the pool with only his head and shoulders not visible. He wasn't erect yet. His penis kind of floated and moved with the currents in the pool. I think he was having trouble relaxing enough to get an erection, too nervous with all these women around and knowing they were all watching him. Obviously he was not an exhibitionist. If he had been he would have had a hard dick just driving over to the pool, just in anticipation. Of course, he couldn't see us girls very clearly under the water, but he knew. It was obvious that someone was going to have to help him out. One of the sisters in the sorority took it in her own hands to help him -- took it in her own hands literally. She swam over to him and began to play with his penis. I would have loved to see his face with she first touched him. But his dick responded instantly. Within just a minute or so it was noticeably stiff. I could see, even where I was, that he was not circumcised. I mention the way his dick looked, but it was also fascinating the way his balls looked, sort of floating down there. It was harder to see his balls as he got hard, at least harder from where I was. Once it was clear that his erection was well on its way, the sister who had taken hold of him released him and backed away. This ejaculation was supposed to be by his own efforts. He began to massage his own dick at that point.

It can take a man quite a while to come to an orgasm, especially if he is nervous, but this guy seemed to be enjoying himself now that he had gotten started. He certainly didn't need lube. Ever since my first time watching Gary, I have loved to watch men masturbate. Well, the only live man I have seen masturbate was Gary. But I would watch videos of men masturbating on some porn site or other, especially this year without a boyfriend to play with. But it is so much better to watch a real man doing it than on a video. Sometimes you just have to settle for second best.

I don't know how long it took him to climax, but it didn't seem long. I was impatient to see him cum, but at the same time I just got mesmerized by the sight of his dick. It is so easy to fantasize when you have a naked man to stare at -- or a fully clothed man, for that matter, if you are really horny. I could picture touching that dick myself, what it would feel like, swimming over to him and putting it between my tits and letting him hump my chest. There are so many wonderful ways to play with a penis.

I could tell he was getting close by the way his balls were tightening up, no longer just floating around in the currents. The other girls could tell too and we sort of all moved in together to get as good a look as possible. And then the first jet of semen came out. I wondered what it would look like underwater. It was like a long string, and it slowly began to dissipate in the water. It reminded me most of smoke from a cigar as it slowly mixes in the air. (I had an uncle who liked cigars, much to the disapproval of my parents.) Before the semen had a chance to spread out very much there was another. The strings of cum moved quite a distance away from him because of the speed of the ejaculation, so that when the second one came it had room to flow out before it collided with the first one. I like to count the ejaculations, but I was so fascinated I didn't. Then it was more like globs or droplets of cum coming out. Two of the sisters reached out to touch the strings of cum and play with them, but there were too many people in my way or I would have. I like playing with cum.

After the show was over we gradually left to go back to our dull lives, but I was the last to leave. Watching his penis was too much fun as it gradually shrank back to its non-erect size. Eventually even I went to get out of the pool. I wanted to watch him get out of the pool naked. The other girls were standing beside the pool as well and when he got out they were all staring at his dick as he got dressed. Now he had exposed himself, he was officially one of the brothers, and entitled to the rights and privileges thereof. I assume there was a great deal of intercourse between the fraternity and the sorority, no pun intended.