All characters appearing in the following narrative are fictional. Any resemblance to any real persons – either living or deceased – is entirely coincidental on the part of the Author. Unless otherwise noted all persons appearing in the narrative are written as being of the majority age of eighteen years owing to depictions of graphic sexual activity contained throughout the body of this work
Heather groaned, thrashing in her sleep, as her over-sexed mind and body tried to recover from still another marathon session of creative sex fueled by alcohol, cigars, and a game room filled to capacity by her brother, Tony's, fraternity brothers. She would be departing – along with a few of her friends – for that same college in another two weeks so tonight's game had been sort of a send-off to this ritual of theirs. Once she was settled into the freshman dormitories she would have access to the fraternity house itself and word had already hit all of the Greek Houses that the new incoming Dean was less of a stickler for the rules and regulations so long as no laws were flaunted or broken outright. In short, the poker games would be able to continue so long as the nudity was contained within the house and there were no complaints of under aged drinking or other stupidity. Tony watched her thrash as he snugged the blankets up to her chin and smiled down at her. The faint memory of his having taken her anal cherry arising. That first game she had sat in on had opened his eyes to how much she had changed while he had been away at school . . . What she, and later her friends, had brought to the poker games had been a deal maker for him. He was, without argument one of the best liked guys in the House and an invite to buy into one of his games was a sure sign that someone was accepted within the fraternity. Backing out of her room he paused long enough to appreciate the graceful lines of her body underneath the thin coverlet before closing the door behind him and heading off to bed . . .
Her alarm roused her and sitting up in bed Heather was immediately reminded of what she had done the night before. Though saying 'whom' she had done would prove a more accurate description. Her pussy ached from being used by no fewer than three of her brother's friends and her upper thighs were a sticky mess of spent cum. Hers' as well as theirs. Her jaw ached from too many long oral sessions and her throat was sore from taking more than one cock deeper than she had ever done before. She was at least thankful that none of them had thought to take her in the ass. She had enjoyed it the one time she had allowed it to happen, but was in no hurry to make it a regular offering to any of her lovers. Her clothes that she had worn into the game room – and bet against during the poker game – were puddled on the floor at the foot of her bed. Even the badly mangled lingerie she had started out in. Fuck! It had been one of her favorite sets too. Now she was going to have to replace it before she finished packing up for college.
A warm shower loosened her up and eased enough of the discomfort to allow Heather to walk through the house without wincing in obvious pain. She would have thought – based on the amount of regular sex that she was now having – that her body might have gotten used to the exertion and stopped leaving her feeling like a newly broken woman the night after her virginity was taken. Tony smiled at her as she slumped down at the table and listlessly began shoveling bacon and eggs into her food-starved body. If it were true, and sex was the very best form of exercise, then she had to be in the very best shape of her young life after this summer. He passed her a bulging envelope with a knowing a wink and no other comment. Her 'share' of last night's buy-in and cash pot for having provided the night's real form of 'entertainment'. Looking out the window at the backyard patio Heather could already see that Chloe, Amanda, and Lindsey were each sun bathing around the pool in the backyard. Without worry about anything as trifling as a swimming suit, Heather headed out to see her friends and partners, stripping off the few clothes she had put on before coming downstairs.
The morning sun was warm and glorious and the other three girls were, likewise, naked. Chloe, with her ebony hair and clean shaven sex, was spread eagled across the beach towel so that every inch of her got a tan. The twin sisters – Amanda and Lindsey – were lying side by side and whispering to one another while lightly touching and giggling. No doubt comparing notes about the night before.
"Morning," yawned Heather. Folding herself into a beach chair she slouched down and allowed her legs to part, showing anyone caring to peep that she kept a small stripe of red pubic hair as a 'landing strip' between her legs.
"Just don't say it is a good one," groaned Chloe. She had been steady with Tully most of last night and his idea of vigorous sex had worn out even Chloe.
"It isn't all bad," offered Amanda. Her long, thin, fingers were between her sister's legs and twirling in her pubic hair.
"Mmmm," offered Lindsey, leaning back to allow Amanda unimpeded access to her slit. Into which a single finger immediately vanished.
Heather watched the tableau of the two sisters as Amanda fingered Lindsey to a small orgasm. By which time her own fingers were at her box and she was finding herself wishing that it was a hard cock instead. Lindsey reciprocated by pushing her sibling back onto the grass and then straddling her. Before too long they were in a heated sixty-nine and even Chloe had stopped her grumbling to watch the action as she too began playing with herself. Their enjoyment at watching the other two girls getting off was interrupted by the sound of the sliding glass door opening and Tony coming out into the yard.
"Heather? Have you got a minute?" He asked in a pseudo-panic.
Not even thinking to cover herself in front of her brother anymore, Heather stood up out of the chair and crossed the small distance between the two of them. Leaving her three friends to work out their lusts with each other, or with their own fingers.
"Sure. What's up," she asked.
"The guys want to extend the poker game for another night. Um . . . you four wouldn't be willing to . . ."
The thought of another night like the last one was almost too much to be born. She was still exhausted from the ordeal and here was her brother, whom she loved immensely, asking her to subject her body, and those of her friends, to more of the same treatment. She knew he would not have asked if it were not important though and already the little part of her that was always hungry for more sex was beginning to stir and take notice of another possibility to satiate itself. Besides, the tidy little nest egg she had set aside from these little events would only get bigger from another pot she reasoned to herself.
"I won't say yes for them," she started . . . and that was as far as she got before Tony whooped and swept her up in his arms, planting a big wet kiss on her cheek as he spun her around. The fact that she was naked not seeming to bother him in the least. As a matter of a fact she could have sworn that his hands were a little more 'feely' than usual on her naked butt and thighs as he came to a halt and, reluctantly, set her back down. His attention immediately shifted to the sight of Amanda and Lindsey. The two of them were now hungrily devouring each other amidst groans, moans, and squeals of delight.
"Shit," was all Tony could manage before he forced himself to turn away and run back into the house.