at this all-black fraternity, and now I had
two
sistas dancing all up on me. (Remember I'd told Nia earlier how I'd been worried about going to this frat's earlier party with her: like I'd 'taken' one of their women or something. But now I had two fine black girls all but humping me on the dance floor in the middle of everybody.)
"Get it, girls!" Brie. "You go, Little Sisters!" Kyla. "Hang in there, my brotha!" Trey of course.
They took turns spinning me around to face them, holding my face while they sang the lewd lyrics to me, while the other held my hips and ground her groin into my backside. The stuff of wet dreams, to be sure, but there was still the embarrassment of it. But thankfully the song ended and a slow one came on, so I led the girls back to our table.
They were sweating (though it must've been in the low 40s) and panting, and even I was a bit out of breath; though I hadn't exactly danced a lot, I'd been girl-handled pretty roughly. "Thank you, ladies. That was.....
vigorous
." They laughed and gave each other high-fives.
I'd been thinking that Gabby was way more forward tonight than she'd ever been with me, when she leaned in and confirmed it: "You haven't
seen
'vigorus' yet, Sir
Mark'sSoHot
..." Then she nibbled my earlobe while Nia leaned in to nibble the other one, both girls panting and moaning into my ears some of the naughty things they wanted to do with me that night. My dick was paying attention, but the geeky engineer part of me thought, "Cool, sultry stereo!"
After a while Kyla and Trey came over and said they were going inside because there was other food, plus a whole 'nother dance floor in the basement. The girls said that sounded good because they were getting chilly, so we followed them in. Coats were put somewhere, then we found the big dining room table with a bunch of finger foods and chips and crackers and stuff. To the kitchen for beers (yuck, but I drank one), then to the parlor to mingle with some of the guys Trey knew.
But that got boring for the girls pretty quick, and I could see them swaying to the music that was thumping up through the floor, so I suggested we go down and check it out.
Nia in my ear: "Oh you're gonna go down and check it out, alright! You're gonna go down and check
both
of us out tonight..." I smiled my appreciation of both her wordplay and her promise, while a glance at Gabby told me she'd caught at least the gist of what'd been said. How did I know? Maybe it was the raw, hungry look in her eyes.
Downstairs was insanely loud; there'd be no chance of talking as a group. And a maelstrom of disco balls, strobe lights, and those colored light beams that swing around wildly. And the stripper pole. Which was getting some serious action. I couldn't swear it from that distance, and with all the flashing lights, but I think the girl on it was in just bra and panties? Nah, couldn't be, right?
We found the drink station (giant trashcan) and got 3 cups of whatever-color-it-was. Whew, strong! But that's how these frat boys rolled. Can't bang the honeys if they ain't drunk enough, I supposed. Cruised around the outside until Nia spotted some girls from ZP and we joined them. Talking wasn't possible, just pulling people to you and yelling in their ear, and they still couldn't hear you, but pretended like they did. You know: typical frat party.
As my eyes adjusted to the dark (and the strobes), and now that we were a little closer, I could tell that the girls working the pole
were
in just their underwear. No way! Surely it must be swimsuits, at least?
But no, further study of the matter confirmed that these young, lovely black girls were dancing oh-so-lewdly on and around the pole in just their delicates. There were a lot of guys circled around, apparently yelling encouragement, so it was hard to tell what exactly was going on, but it seemed like there was always more than one girl dancing around in bra and panties.
And then Destiny's Child's
Soldier
came on, and I found out for sure.
How
did I find out for sure? Because Nia (and to a lesser extent, Gabby) dragged me onto the dance floor. We'd all finished our drinks and I think were feeling the alcohol pretty good. The girls worked us over to the ring of dancing couples around the ring of guys around the pole, and it became quite apparent then that the girls on and near the pole were in just their underwear.
I tried not to stare, which Gabby and Nia helped me with by rubbing themselves all over me and kissing me and groping my chest and crotch. I figured turnabout was fair play, and with Nia behind me reaching around to rub my boner, and Gabby in front rubbing my nipples, I reached a hand up to squeeze one of her C-cup breasts. If she'd have objected I would've blamed the alcohol, but no, she leaned into my ear and said, "
Harder
." So I did and she got a dreamy look in her eyes.
Nia spun me around and then spun herself around and ground her butt into my crotch, hard. Gabby reached around me to grab Nia's hips, then slammed herself into me, causing me to slam into Nia's rump, so it looked like I was banging Nia right there on the dance floor. After a while of that Nia stood up, but must've gotten dizzy because I had to catch her from falling. Somehow my hands ended up just under her breasts, cupping them from below. (Funny how that can happen sometimes.)
Anyway, more lewd "white-boy sandwich" stuff while that long-ass song played itself out. And then something slow came on and I thought we'd leave the floor, but instead the girls pulled us into a triangle with arms across shoulders and heads huddled together. The volume was lower than before, so we could almost talk to each other.
One of them said, "Whew, it's hot down here, isn't it?"
"Hotter when you're in the middle of two hot girls practically raping you!"
One answered, it doesn't matter which, because the sentiment was mutual: "We want your tongue on us so badly tonight!" And the other added, "And that big dick in our mouths!" No subtlety now, so I could tell the girls were pretty drunk. I was too, but knew I had to drive us back before said festivities could take place, so I only drank soda from then on. Did I push more alcohol on them? Of course not, they already wanted to bed me. But did I advise them to taper off? No, not exactly, because I wanted to see how wild they might get later, and the alcohol would lower inhibitions.
And then 50 Cent came on with
Candy Shop
, and it was on. The girls dragged me toward the pole as more girls came over, and most of the single guys came back, because they knew what was going to happen. Some of the girls coming to the floor were already or still in their underwear, and some were taking off shirts as they walked up. A solid ring of guys was building up, and I had a front row seat. I kind of hoped Nia and Gabby would take off their shirts at least, but also kind of hoped they didn't, because I didn't want all these guys ogling them.
Not that I wasn't ogling the other girls, because I certainly was! Wow, there were some really beautiful girls out there, all showing at least bras, and some down to panties too. And then it became apparent why, when the male chants of "Shirts off, shirts off!" started up. Apparently to be in the circle a girl had to have her shirt off, and that was
The Rule
at this frat, maybe others.
I somehow knew that Nia would do it, but I saw her having that 'conversation' with Gabby, and then to my surprise, both she
and
Gabby were taking their shirts off. A cheer went up from the guys as new womanflesh came into view, and I was drunk enough (and proud enough) that I cheered and clapped along with them.
Nia and Gabby danced together like a couple, running their hands all over each other's bodies (except for breasts), even kissing each other a couple times. And girls had gone up and down the pole and whatnot, taking turns like, and I hadn't really noticed yet that all of them were down to bra and panties. So when Nia went for a turn on the pole the chants became, "Pants off, pants off!"
Wow, would she do it? I thought she would, it was a very sexually charged atmosphere, and I thought she was a bit of an exhibitionist. And sure enough, she shimmied out of her tight jeans, putting on a show as she did. It was only then that I noticed her bra was black, matching her panties. I normally saw her in pinks or reds or oranges, so this was new, but I liked it. Guys were cheering her on now, urging her to the pole.
Suffice it to say that she put on a heck of a show for me and them. Me mainly, because she was looking exclusively at me as she did lewd things on that pole to 50's lewd lyrics. But after just a minute or so she relinquished the pole to someone else and went back over to Gabby, who hugged her and seemed to be complimenting her performance.
Then I saw Nia motioning for Gabby to take off her jeans, which she seemed hesitant to do. But guys started chanting, "Take 'em off, take 'em off," and with an odd look at me that I felt needed a nod of approval, she did, but demurely. Or at least as demurely as a girl could, surrounded by a literal pack of horny guys. Horny
black
guys, I thought with a pang of jealousy, leering at my angel like that.
And she had a lot to leer at: long, thin legs leading up to a somewhat plump bottom, then up over the flaring hips to a narrow waist, and then to those beautiful, soft, swaying C-cup breasts encased loosely in an almost-sheer black bra that left plenty of cleavage on display. Then on up the slender neck to her exquisite, slightly-exotic face framed by long, straight brown/black hair. My
God
she was beautiful, and these frat-bros didn't deserve to see her like this.
