Sorority Sweetheart Part 1

Sorority Sweetheart

Part One


It was hot and muggy inside the trailer, even though the small window air-conditioning unit was going full blast. The weather reports all said the state was in the middle of a heat wave, though as far as Jeb could remember this time of year was always hotter than hell. A couple summers back he had worked on a roofing crew and on a few occasions had been convinced that his clothes were either going to catch fire or simply melt away. But he didn’t subject himself to that sort of torture anymore. No, at this point in his life, Jeb was kept.

Everything had started one autumn Saturday night when Jeb had picked up a tipsy little sorority girl at one of the local watering holes. He had never gone to college – he couldn’t afford it, and didn’t have much interest in it even if he could – but he tended to frequent some of the college hangouts on the weekends to try and get laid. He had been successful on a number of occasions before, but this time he had unknowingly picked up the treasurer of one of the largest sororities on campus, and had fucked her so well that she started making regular booty calls. Then one day she had introduced him to another one of her sorority sisters, and Jeb had fucked her brains out too. The rest, as they say, was history.

Since that day, all sorts of girls from the sorority had started making house calls on Jeb. He didn’t really know how they all got his cell phone number, or what they all liked about him, except that most of them told him he was the best lay they ever had. Jeb didn’t really understand what made him so special. His dick was good-sized but definitely not huge, he had an athletic build, and he had always been good in the sack, but he didn’t think he was that much better than the average guy. In fact, he knew that he was probably a dime a dozen when it came to a large university campus full of fit young men. Of course he had learned to control his ejaculation from an early age, and so could go for hours without blowing his load. But he figured most guys who practiced could eventually do that too. So all in all, Jeb just didn’t get how it added up.

For whatever reason though, gorgeous little college girls showed up at his single-wide trailer almost every weekend and sometimes during the week. A few fucked him once and never came back, but most of them dropped by every so often with takeout, a bottle of wine, scented massage oils, or a dirty sexual fantasy on their minds that he had to pry out of them with booze and humor before they would let him fulfill it.

He discovered during the last spring semester that he was something of a legend within the sorority house, and that word of his exploits had spread between the sisters like wildfire. Of course most of them were too dignified to ever want to date him, so Jeb eventually came to realize that they seemed to consider him their own personal male concubine. But, as most guys in his situation would conclude, that was fine by him.

Over the summer the steady queue of young coeds dissipated somewhat, though Jeb had a few regulars who were taking summer classes. They occasionally invited him over to their house to hang out at the pool where he usually ended up fucking one or two of them. Once he fucked a dark-haired girl named Deanna outside in the pool while a handful of her sisters tanned, drank, and grilled burgers. That fuck session reached a sort of mythical status among the other sisters when they returned in the fall, and earned Deanna the in-house nickname “Pool Slut.” Eventually her sisters had a t-shirt made that commemorated the occasion, though instead of wearing it she hung it on her wall next to a poster of Taylor Lautner. Jeb had actually planned the incident as a bit of advertising, and had been rewarded with a handful of new girls calling on him afterwards.

A few weeks ago the sorority had accepted a new class of pledges, as they did every Fall semester at the college. Jeb had actually been invited to the house during Rush Week, and the girls had paid for him to wear a fine dark suit and have his hair professionally styled. He had felt a bit like a trained monkey that night, but had enjoyed himself much more after having a few cocktails. At one point while she was making her speech, the president of the sorority had acknowledged him to the hundreds of eager rushees as the sorority’s sweetheart. Jeb hadn’t really known what to make of that, but he had sheepishly smiled and raised his glass to the hundreds of young vibrant faces that had turned quizzically to gaze upon him.

Many of those glances lingered a good while, he noticed, and more often than not morphed into a bashful little smile when he made eye contact with the wearer. That night he had been incredibly horny after the ceremonies, and had fucked the lithe little mocha-skinned president in her suite upstairs as a post-rush party raged in the common area below.

Today, though, he was fucking one of the new pledges. The members of the pledge class had all just been assigned big sisters who were responsible for teaching them about the sorority and helping them acclimate to Greek life. This particular pledge’s big sister, Reagan – who was a frequent visitor of Jeb’s – had brought her to his trailer after finding out that she hadn’t had many enjoyable sexual experiences in her life to this point. Her name was Julie-Beth, and even though she had been relatively popular and on her high school dance team, she had apparently dated some dickhead baseball player throughout most of her high school career. He had supposedly been a careless, selfish lover, who also happened to suffer from premature ejaculation.

Julie-Beth seemed to be having fun today though, as evidenced by her many girlish squeaks and moans as she bounced up and down on Jeb’s rock-hard cock in the cowgirl position. She was a petite little thing, with long platinum hair that shone brightest in the sunlight, hazel eyes, and a radiant, toothy smile. Her breasts were small but firm, as was the rest of her slender frame, and each of them was crowned with a dark pink nipple. Her soft, tanned skin was virtually flawless, and her angelic young face was dotted with perspiration and set in a mixture of concentration and desperation. Jeb sat on his old worn-out plaid sofa, which had been repeatedly stained over the last year with many different kinds of bodily fluids from many different bodies. Today both of their bodies were covered in a bright sheen of sweat, and when Julie-Beth rested her forehead on Jeb’s, a few drops fell lightly onto his face.

She told Jeb before they started fucking that she only turned eighteen over the summer. That made Jeb about eight years her elder, though he was used to fucking younger girls at this point. He had allowed her to call the shots today, had submitted to being her personal plaything, though Reagan, who was seated in the armchair across from them drinking another bourbon and coke, had also done some of the directing. Jeb made eye contact with Reagan now as she sipped her drink and fondled herself with one hand wiggling freely down the front of her white cotton shorts.

Jeb closed his eyes as Julie-Beth’s sopping wet pussy slid up and down his length and listened to the rhythmic slap of her butt against his thighs. She was extremely tight, but at this point in their fucking was well lubed with her natural juices. She had already multiple orgasms this afternoon, during the course of which she had discovered that she preferred fucking him from on top.

He held her firm ass cheeks in his hands and also thrust his pelvis upwards every time she came down, reveling in the feel of her moist internal warmth. She wore a black choker necklace adorned with a small pendant around her neck, and it bounced merrily in unison with her perky breasts as she rose and fell, huffing and puffing and gasping, her fingernails occasionally digging in to his shoulders as she moved closer to another climax. Her moans and squeals of pleasure rose above the clatter of the air conditioner as she ground his rigid manhood into her tiny bald pussy with the sort of fervor that only comes from impending ecstasy. Instinctively she pulled up on the folds of her reddened lips revealing the tiny pink nub beneath, and allowed her most sensitive of areas to grind into his trimmed pubes for as long as she could stand before she melted suddenly in orgasmic bliss.