Sherry’s Frat Party ΣΦΔ

Thinking of outrageous sexual stunts became my favorite hobby. Sherry was up for anything and when the feeling came over her, the need for sexual degradation and humiliating displays was too much for her and she had to do something. I’m sure that my willingness to help her with these times added to her feeling free to let loose and go wild on occasion. She loved to be the center of attention for men and had confessed to a rather wild and crazy past as a dancer (and more) for private parties. Knowing this and my own experiences doing escort/bodyguard work for strippers myself gave me all sorts of ideas for her to let off some steam.

I had brought girls to a certain frat house basement in the past at a local university and came up with a plan. I went to see the president of the frat with some pics of Sherry. “Damn, she looks good,” he said, “a real redhead?"

“Oh yeah," I said, “she’s the real deal.”

“And she doesn’t do this very often?" He asked.

“No,” I replied, “she’s twenty-eight and it’s been about seven years, but she dances for me and she’s really good."

“Damn, she’s twenty-eight? I would have guessed maybe twenty-two. Pretty face, nice hair, tight body… Yeah, she will do just fine."

“And,” I said, “she doesn’t mind being touched. You can touch her and rub on her, just tell them to keep their fingers out of her. But other than that, she’ll be cool.” (The laws in my state forbid touching of dancers, but as Sherry was not a pro, she could do what she wanted).

“Really?” She asked when I told her about it.

“Really,” I said, “I know how much you to be the center of attention.”

“And you’re OK with this, guys touching and feeling all over my naked body?” she asked incredulously.

“Oh, they'll be even more going on than that,” I replied. I then told her my whole plan and she hesitatingly agreed.

The big night finally came, and Sherry was dressed rather conservatively in tight, faded Levi’s with several rips in the knee area that accented her legs and ass very well. She also wore a white button shirt and underneath it all was my favorite emerald green bra and matching thong. Her hair was done up in loose waves that cascaded over her shoulders and down her back. I have always maintained that it is sexier to watch a girl strip out of everyday clothes rather than a “hooker” outfit. The guys seemed to agree because they all looked pleased when we showed up.

The basement to the frat house was a large open space and there were around thirty guys there. They had a platform set up in the center of the room that was about twelve feet by fourteen feet and two and a half feet high with steps at all four corners to serve as a stage. (Hmmm...They’ve never done anything like this before...ha ha). The stage was high enough that even with people standing around it, most everyone in the room still had a pretty good view of the action.

She gave them the mix CD that she had made for the occasion and when it started playing, she walked up onto the stage as they clapped and cheered. She started dancing around the stage and after just a couple of minutes she slowly unbuttoned her jeans and then bent over at the waist and pulled them down to her ankles. But they were all denied a good look at her fine ass because her long shirt covered it. She danced around the stage as she slowly undid the buttons on her shirt, increasing the already high anticipation level. She finally pulled the shirt off and they were treated to their first look at her body, earning her more cheers and catcalls. She danced around in her bra and thong for just another couple of minutes before reaching back and undoing her bra. She let it just drop to the ground exposing her firm breasts.

The crowd approved and were soon crowded around the stage with their dollars out, which she proceeded to take in many ways. The guys were not used to touching and she finally grabbed a guy’s hands and put them on her ass. “Go ahead and grab it,” she said, “get a good feel.” Right away, the guys were rubbing all over her ass, legs, stomach and breasts. After about fifteen minutes of this, she walked to the center of the stage and hooked her thumbs under the waist-string on each side of her thong, pulling it down just a little. She slowly turned in a circle until she found the president. When she found him, she walked over, turned around, and bent over right in front of him tugging her thong down not six inches from his face giving him a birds-eye view of her tight little butthole. She then continued moving around the stage collecting dollars and getting fondled front and back. She was even allowing them to rub her pussy!

After about an hour or so, someone handed her a can of whip cream. “Who wants to lick some whip cream off me?” she said to the crowd. Lots of hollering and waiving of dollars followed as they jockeyed for position around the stage. She let the guys lick whip cream off her from head to toe, front and back, nothing was off-limits. She’d bend over so guys could lick it off her ass cheeks or ass crack. Lots of them wanted to lick it off her tits, some chose her stomach. But most popular was when she’d lie back on the stage, and they would lick a trail down her inner thigh to her little red bush.

By the time the can ran dry, she was drenched in sticky whip cream and frat boy slobber! She announced she was taking a break and she’d be back in fifteen minutes. We went to the bathroom where she wiped herself down with a wet towel and dried off. She also downed several large shots of tequila and a beer chaser. “Are you ready for the next part?” I asked.

“Oh yeah,” she replied, “let’s do this!”

She was still buck naked when she returned to the stage and was immediately handed another can of whip cream which brought loud cheers from the crowd. “Oh no guys,” she said, “you’ve been eating whip cream off me all night and now it’s my turn to lick it off YOU!” She then walked across the stage and over to a guy and handed him the can. She squatted down and licked the whip cream off his neck in a long slow lick. She went around the stage and guys were having her lick it off their necks, chests and stomachs. Then she got to a cocky looking guy who squirted a line on the zipper of his jeans, looking up at her with a big grin. “Oh yeah,” she said, “why don’t you show me where you really want me to lick it off of?”

He looked at his friends who just shrugged, not knowing what to do either. He turned back to her, obviously thinking and then unzipped his fly and pulled out his semi-erect dick. “Riiiight here,” he said, pointing to the tip. The room went silent as everyone looked around nervously. They were all having a great time and didn’t want to piss her off and see her leave. She looked him right in the eyes for several tense moments… Then she gave him a coy smile and said, “well alright then."

The whole room gasped as she knelt down and took the head of his penis in her mouth. She held it in her mouth for a second twirling her tongue around the head (ask me how I know about that trick...). She stood up and walked to the center of the stage and put a hand on her hip and held up the can with the other. “Anybody else?” she said, looking around the room. There was a mad rush to get up to the stage, yeah EVERYONE wanted their turn! “OK guys,” she said, “come up on the stage and form a single line in front of me and would someone please get me a pillow for my knees, this might take a while." They did as instructed and lined up in front of her with the line going all the way around the stage so everyone could see the action while they waited their turn. She knelt down on the pillow and got started.

Some guys were fully hard, others were soft, most were somewhere in between. All shapes and sizes, big, small and everything in between. She took them all. She would give each guy a few seconds of her oral talents before shooting them away for the next in line. I’m sure it wasn’t as long as most would’ve liked, but there would’ve never been enough time to get them all off anyway. She just wanted to make sure and sample them all, and they seemed happy with that. Many went back a second and third time as she licked, kissed and sucked her way through the seemingly endless line of guys.

While she was busy doing that, I went to the bar and grabbed a champagne flute from the shelf. It was tall and thin with a long stem, not real big, maybe eight ounces, but very fancy. I took it over to the president and asked him to see if he could get some guys to fill it up. “What do you mean?” he asked, a little confused.

“Take it in one of the bedrooms and have guys jack off in it,” I said. “See if you can fill it up and I think I can get her to drink it.”

“No shit??” He asked with an astonished look on his face.

“Yep,” I said, “get to it, we don’t have all night. After about an hour or so of pretty much non-stop dick sucking, she ran out of whip cream. It was about that time that the Pres approached with the flute a little over two thirds full of cock juice. “How many did you get?" I asked.

“Sixteen,” he replied, “is it enough?”

“I think it’ll be OK,” I said as I turned and walked over to Sherry.

She was standing up as I approached, and I had to smile when I saw all the slobber down her chin and neck. “The guys have made a special COCKtail for you,” I announced as I held up the flute.

“Is that what I think it is?” she asked, eyes wide with wonder and surprise.

“If you think it’s the cum from sixteen guys,” I replied, “then you would be correct my dear.”

“Sixteen?” Sherry asked, mouth agape in shocked surprise.

“Yep, sixteen,” I answered as a mischievous smile spread across her face as she took the flute from me.

“It’s still warm!” She exclaimed.

“Of course, madam,” I replied in my haughtiest British accent. “Nothing but the freshest for our honored guest.” She turned and looked at the crowd and held up the glass.

“Bottoms up,” she said as she put the flute to her lips. She tilted her head back and downed it in three big gulps. And the crowd went WILD!

I took her over to the bar where I had put her clothes. “Hey, wait!” the president said as she was getting dressed. “Can we get a group photo?”

“Weeeeellll… OK,” she said, “just one." They assembled behind her as I took the shot. She got dressed and we said our goodbyes and left.

Now if some of you doubt this story, I suggest you search the frat house basements in our town. Because if you do, in one of them, you’ll find a framed photo of a very hot, half-naked redhead holding an empty champagne flute surrounded by a group of frat brothers...