This is the first chapter of a long multi-part story involving 2 different families, the Churches and the Streets. It will span several decades and generations. I hope you enjoy it.
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Summary: A wife tries to give her husband his longest held fantasy. Even the best of intentions cum with a price!
Leslie Church nervously walked through the ABS. She could feel the eyes of the men on her as she quickly moved around the DVDs, past the sex toys and into the dimly lit corridor behind the tacky red curtain. She had done her recon well, she knew where to go in simple steps, her gym bag over her shoulder, her eyes fixed forward towards her goal. The only sounds where her heart pounding, her nervous breathing and her heels clicking on the tile floor.
At barely 5' tall and with a curvy 34D-28-36 body, the 40 year old housewife and mother had devised a plan to surprise her husband for their 20 year 'Bang-a-versary'. They had met at a fraternity initiation 20 years ago tonight. She had fallen in love with him and his magical cock that very evening. Even though Leslie was something of a slut, she had never climaxed as a result of intercourse until that night. Now, after 20 years of blissful monogamy and 7 children, she was going to give her beloved man the fulfillment of his fantasies...
Arriving at her destination she slipped into the small room and locked the door behind her. Inside were 2 metal folding chairs, a flat screen TV on the far wall and the circular hole that was her purpose for today, cut into the wall on her right.
Leslie hung her jacket on the back of one of the chairs. She unbuttoned her blouse and removed it, careful to not catch the delicate fabric on the bustier she wore beneath it. Then off came her knee length skirt, which she maneuvered past her garters, stocking and heels. She needed everything to be perfect today. A perfect present for the love of her life.
She opened her gym bag and placed her discarded clothing inside. From it she removed a bright red Mardi Grans mask and flaming red wig. Carefully placing the mask over her face and then donning the wig, she took several selfies with her phone to make sure the outfit was perfect.
Leslie was a vision in red. She stood in the dim glory hole booth in a scarlet coloured matching outfit with a bustier, thong, garter belt, silk stockings, shoes and mask. The Flaming bright red wig set off the ensemble with just enough contrast.
"This will be a perfect present for Christian..."
Taking a small video camera from the bag, she then placed the bag in the second chair and focused the lens towards the hole in the wall. Turning it on and framing her desired composition, she started recording. Pulling a $20 bill from the bra cup of the bustier, she fed it into the machine under the television. The screen roared to life showing a small thin woman being savaged by a group of dirty, drooling men. Turning down the volume, Leslie took the second chair a moved it close the glory hole and sat down to wait.
Leslie half watched the video as she tried to keep her emotions under control. Her heart was till beating wildly, her breathing still rapid and shallow.
After about 5 minutes, she absentmindedly dropped her right hand into her crotch and started to slowly tease herself. Every so often glancing towards the hole for any signs of life. Running her long manicured nails along the gusset of the thong turned the wetness inside her to a flood, her womanly juices beginning to dampen the satiny material.
Slowly Leslie worked herself, trying to keep her excitement on edge. Denying herself an orgasm as she waited for signs of movement from next door. As she sat there, images on the video screen reminded Leslie of her own slutty past...
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As an 18 year old college freshman Leslie had answered a strange ad in the campus newspaper in an obscure French dialect. Responding to the ad, she had been recruited to become the new 'Fraternity Sweetheart' for Sigma, one of the oldest and most powerful frats on campus. Her position was basically to be the house whore, giving each active member a monthly bareback fuck, and being the recipient of the initiation gang bang each Valentine's Day. In return she got a free loft apartment, a free lease on a new BMW and $500 a month in spending money.
Of course she said yes.
Over the next 30 months she had sex hundreds of times. She didn't date since the brothers couldn't be exposed to outsiders and what they may carry. She never once came when the brothers collected their 'Monthlies' nor while pulling a train during the initiations. By the time the third Valentin's Day ritual was drawing close she was about done with her job. After this initiation she could walk away with an $25k nest egg and the grateful appreciation of the fraternity.
As she opened her legs for her 1000 fuck milestone during the ritual everything changed.
The tall blonde boy stepped up before her, his blindfold still in place. She watched as his nose twitched from inhaling the aroma of her overflowing cunt. Unbidden, his cock started to rise until it stood proud and hard, it's slightly upturned tip leaking a small drop of precum. Leslie shuddered at the sight.
The blonde's assistant removed his blindfold and recited the liturgy of the ritual...
"Pledge of Sigma. You have endured many trails and challenges. You have so far passed them all. You stand now on the brink of brotherhood. Look before you. Behold Jezebel, the Whore of Babylon dressed in the scarlet trappings of her trade. Look to her gapping cunt, slick with the spend of every brother that has cum before you. Bring yourself to erection and fuck the whore Jezebel. Add your essence to that of the brotherhood and walk away a true Man of Sigma!"
Leslie was sitting on a small wooden table. Her back against a small niche in the wall. She was dressed in a scarlet coloured matching outfit of heels, stockings, garter belt, bustier, mask and wig. Her legs spread wide and her pussy running with the cum of many men. The 3 principle officers of the chapter by tradition 'primed the pump' before the ritual began so they would be fresh semen leaking out for the first pledge to experience.
Leslie knew that about 1 out of 3 pledges couldn't not complete the ritual. No matter what their reason, if they could not fuck her and ejaculate they were out of the frat right then and there. Watching the blonde's twitching cock, with his precum drooling off the tip, she knew this boy would not fail in his task.
Stepping forward he thrust powerfully into her drenched sex, his slightly upturned tip rubbing just against her G Spot in a way she had never experienced before. In only a few movements of his cock plunging into her she felt an orgasm building quickly inside her.
Leslie knew she was not supposed to speak, but the sudden ferocity of her cum was exploding inside her.
"OH FUCK ME RUNNING! FUCK! FUCK! FUUUUUUUUUUUUU..."
She exploded for the first time with a cock inside her. She screamed and wrapped her arms and legs and the blonde boy, squeezing him with all her strength. The chapter officers of Sigma were standing about with mouths agape. They had know Leslie for years and NEVER seen anything like this response from her before!
The blonde boy pushed deeply inside the scarlet clad whore and came. He had passed the ritual with flying colours and caused Leslie to begin squirting all over both of them and the table she lay upon. Even though the boy had finished she refused to surrender his body. She continued to grind her pelvis against his hoping for another incredible orgasm.
After a few minutes the officers peeled her limbs from the blonde and brought the final pledge forward. This poor boy had no chance of completing his ritual after what he had heard from behind his blindfold while awaiting his turn. His inability to even gain an erection sent him into the cold night, forever to live with his failure as a man.
A few hours later the new brothers joined with the rest of the members and a few alumni for the traditional Valentine's Eve Formal. All the men were dressed in stylish tuxedos and all their women in incredible evening gowns. A small jazz band played slow romantic music as many couples danced together in the soft mood lighting.
Leslie had never attending the formal before. In prior years she had chosen to spend the evening relaxing in hot, soothing tub after spending several hours balancing on the table and taking cock after cock along with their rich and plentiful semen. Tonight however she was on a mission, she had to find the blonde boy. She was not going to let such a treasure escape her.
She strode into the gathering like a queen entering her court. Her bright blue gown perfectly matching her fiery eyes. Several of the girlfriends of the older brothers knew who she was and what her place in the fraternity entailed. These women maneuvered their men away from her as she searched the room for the blonde boy. After several minutes she located him in a far corner with a tall redheaded girl by his side. Leslie smirked and started towards them. A strong hand gripped her arm just as she started forward.
"His name is Christian Church" He's senior. Pre-med. Old family money. The girl is his fiancee. Please don't cause a scene."
Leslie paused for a moment as the chapter president whispered the information in her ear. She shot him a glare which would have turned many ordinary men to stone.
"OK. Just please not too much of a scene..."
