"The Sex Closet"

[Male49]

The Sex Closet​

"Open your app's, Brothers," the Fraternity House's President commanded from the front of the room, "and prepare to create ... heaven!"

Throughout the room, mayhem erupted as the Frat's senior members pulled out their smart phones and began pressing buttons, howling with excitement.

Peter Thomas hesitated, overwhelmed by the raucous group of nearly two dozen 20-somethings. He'd only become an Officer in the Fraternity a month earlier and this was his first event.

The President gave his Brothers a minute, then dropped into his big, plush chair and tapped an icon on his iPad. Individual images of nearly 50 young women -- dressed in tight jeans, skimpy bikinis, clingy cropped tops, and some times less -- appeared on the giant, high-def' television mounted high on the wall. Instantly, an uproar of whistles, cat calls, and crude descriptive words filled the room. And while each of the girls had her own uniqueness, in looks, outfit, and level of eroticism, the one thing they all had in common was something in her pic that identified her as a member of the Frat's Sister Sorority.

Peter searched the small pics quickly, looking for one face in particular. He'd only reached about the middle of the screen when, beside him, the President tapped another icon and the image in the upper left expanded to fill the entire screen with a sexy, dark skinned woman in a thong bikini.

The group of young men exploded again, and when they settled a bit, the President gave the instructions. "You know how it works, Brothers, same as we've done for the past twenty-six years ... only a little more high tech than when our fathers and brothers before us did, with hard copy photos and paper ballots."

He slid his finger across the screen of his iPad, causing one after another after another sexy picture to scroll across the screen, each showing yet another sexy Sister, identified by first name and a number.

"As the Sister's image appears, you vote," he continued explaining. "When we've scrolled through the entire list, the 25 Sisters with the highest number of Yes, I'd fuck her votes remain. Any Sister who gets four or more Not with a million condoms votes is automatically eliminated."

Suddenly the screen was filled with a very unattractive face of a Sister wearing a thong bikini that practically disappeared within the folds of her obesity. The room exploded in crude, almost painful groans; everything from beer cans to ball caps to handfuls of popcorn flew out toward the television.

"Save it for the voting!" the President ordered, trying his best to suppress his own moans of revulsion at the picture that his Sister President had throw in specifically to rile up the Frats. He continued, "When we've voted on the entire list, we will then vote again, this time for ratings. Ready...?"

While most of the Brothers were howling and hooting, anxious to get started on the democratic process, Peter Thomas leaned toward the President and asked, "What's the second vote for again...?"

"Brothers, Brothers!" the President called out, "The question has been asked, what's the second vote for. And, of course, the answer is...?"

"Equalization!" they called as one voice. Suddenly, all of the other Brothers stood and made a single, crude pelvic thrust gesture and called out, "And Inversion!

Then, just as quickly as they'd risen, they fell back into their seats, erupting in laughter again.

The President leaned toward Peter and explained, "The Sisters are voting on us, too. Once both Houses have finished, we'll link the results together. If they have fewer of us on their Put it in me! list than we have on our Let me put it in! list, then we trim the lowest rated Brothers off our list. Or if there are fewer Sisters on our list -- which, by the way, has never happened--"

A Brother hollered out, "'Cause we'll fuck anything, and they won't!"

There was another round of laughter, then the President finished with, "Same thing ... the list gets trimmed. Understand?"

"Yeah," Peter responded, hesitantly, still as unsure about participating in this as he had been when he'd first heard of it. "So ... we all get rating numbers, from the most attractive to the least..."

"Something like that," the President responded, his attention on the iPad he was tapping at.

"And the most desired guys ... Brothers, I mean ... are matched with the most desirable Sisters?"

The President was engrossed in his preparations for the event and didn't hear Peter's question. "Okay, let's start this show! First up! Cherry Sherry Paull."

The President slid a finger across the iPad's touch screen, and the first image to have filled the screen returned. Cat calls filled the room as the very attractive, young CoEd in tight jeans and a bikini top appeared. "Let your dick do the voting, gentlemen. Think with the little head."

The voting -- and the mayhem surrounding it -- continued onward, one beautiful woman after another. Peter was amazed at the sex appeal present in one Sorority; if he'd been using the old high school measuring stick, most of the Sisters pictured on the television over the next hour or so would have been 7's at least, with a good quarter of them being 8's, 9's, and 10's.

Peter had to reposition himself in his chair at least three times as he realized his dick was board stiff and more than noticeable to anyone who bothered to look his way.

And while he'd been eying the beautiful candidates and selecting the simple Yes or No on the app the Fraternity had created via a Facebook page, Peter was cringing as well ... because he knew that the odds were that eventually a particular good looking woman was going to appear on the screen and blow every one's socks off.

"Only three more to go," the President announced. "Are we tired of this yet..."

"No!" the call rang out.

"Do we need to quit early...?" the President egged them on.

"More pussy!" the Brothers called out, well practiced after two and a half decades of tradition.

"Fine," the President said, sliding his finger across the iPad again.

Only three more to go, Peter thought. Maybe she decided not to partici--

And then suddenly, there she was, in a picture that there father had called porn, their mother had called sacrilege, and that Peter himself had downloaded a copy of and masturbated to periodically not only for its erotic nature but for the forbidden nature of the fantasized act.

The room exploded in howls, with the Brothers falling into a synchronized chant of Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! that Peter thought was going to break the glass of the trophy case on the wall behind his head. And somehow, in this uproar, Peter was able to feel the tingling in his own crotch, which caused him to instantly blush throughout his neck and face.

"Your sister, right?" a voice said just loud enough for him to hear it.

Peter's head turned quickly to find the President looking directly into his eyes. The Elder Statesman of the Frat smiled -- not an animalistic, horny expression like that which was filling the faces of the other Brothers, but a compassion, knowing smile -- and said, "Don't worry about her, she'll be fine. I hear she's a big girl."

Peter didn't know what to say and looked down to his smart phone instead. What does that mean, 'She's a big girl'? Peter knew she wasn't a virgin; she'd had high school boyfriends and, once had even been caught naked in bed with a guy from her Freshman History 101 class by their mother. Peter hated the idea that she was on the list emanating from the President's iPad. She could have opted out of the Sex Closet event totally. But, of course, she would never have been eligible for any positions of authority or power in the Sorority ... ever! And Peter knew how much she wanted to play an important part in the Sorority's future.

He hated even more the fact that the President knew she was his sister, and had known for certain -- something Peter hadn't -- that she was in fact going to be on the television screen tonight.

When Peter had first heard of The Sex Closet, he hadn't really been sure whether he wanted to be part of the event. Each of the Fraternity Brothers who made the list would have sex with one of the Sorority Sisters who did so as well ... but none of the Guys would ever know who he'd fucked, because they'd be in a pitch black room and weren't allowed talk to woman in there with him. Really...? It was crazy!

But after he'd thought about it a bit, he'd decided, sure, why not? It wasn't like he was getting a lot of sex anyhow. Third year at University, and he'd only gotten laid four times ... and only truly remembered two of them. And of course, the Fraternity had the same rules linking Officer Positions to special events. So, either Peter participated or he forever became a sheep in the House, simply following the directions of the Officers and doing what ever they directed.

Then, Peter learned that the female participants would be coming from the Fraternity's Sister Sorority -- his actual biological, blood sister's House. His first thought, of course, was that she'd never do something this wrong, this inappropriate. Then, home for dinner one night, she'd backed out of a family get-together the night of the The Sex Closet Event ... and Peter knew!

He'd fretted over the whole situation for days before finally doing what he was in college to learn to teach: The Math.

First, Peter might not make The Cut. The Sorority was well known for its beautiful Sisters, some of the most exotic and erotic faces and bodies on Campus. There were almost 60 guys in the Fraternity, and -- he'd been told -- over the last 6 years, the Sorority had voted an average of 24 guys as Totally Fuckable.. So, he first had to get past the Hell no! vote, then hope he wasn't so low on the ratings list that he got cut in the second round.

It reminded him just a little too much of high school gym class and almost always being the last man picked for ... well, for just about anything.

His second concern, of course, was being involved in a sexually based game that also included his sister. That was just so wrong! But again, he'd done the math. First, she made to make the Fraternity's list of Most Fuckable; Peter knew that she had a 100% chance of doing this, with that face and body. He, however, had maybe a 30% chance at best of making the Sorority's Fuckable list.

And even then, with what the President had just told him about the rating systems ... Peter knew that his sister would be rated in, oh, probably the top quarter, maybe the top tenth of the list. She was just simply too sexy not to be rated one of the most fuckable women in the University, let alone just a single Sorority. And he, of course, Peter knew he would be lucky to make the list; there was no way he'd be anywhere near the top.

Therefore, the math won out: even if they both made the list, Peter wouldn't be spending any time alone, naked, with his sister in a dark room in the basement of the neutral site the Presidents were in the process of setting up.

"Did you vote?"

Peter flashed out of his reverie to look into the President's eyes again. "Excuse me...?"

"Did you vote on your sister?" the senior Frat officer asked, keeping his voice low enough that only Peter could hear him. "You know, it's okay to vote her as Fuckable. Couple of years ago, I voted my cousin as such."

Peter laughed nervously. He looked back to his phone, as the yes and no icons. He pressed yes, of course; the more votes she got, the farther up the list she got from him.

Peter had missed the last two pictures as he'd been day dreaming, so he selected no on each, trying to put even more space between him and his sibling.

When the President announced the end of the first round of voting, the original picture of 50 Sisters reappeared on the screen, with more than a third of the photos now gone, with big rectangular blocks of black in their place.

"Okay, round two," the President announced. He pushed the group through the next round at twice the rate -- they'd already been at this democratic process for nearly an hour -- and after all the women, including -- of course -- Peter's sister had gotten their ratings, the President announced the voting closed and ordered every one to the Pub a couple of blocks away for a celebration.

"When will we know?" Peter asked the Fraternity's Commander in Chief.

"Know what?" the President asked. Peter must have shown his great hesitance to ask the question. The sixth year senior smiled and asked, "Whether you made the list...?"

Peter nodded, saying, "Not that I care of anything."

"Tomorrow," the President said, patting Peter on the shoulder. "You'll know tomorrow."



Late the next day, the President's of the Fraternity was in the office of the Sorority President, sitting at her laptop uploaded the Fraternity's data from a flash drive. They would be the only two people out of the Houses who would know who was matched up with whom, as it had been for a quarter of a century; and once the event was over, the information would be deleted and the flash drive melted in a ceremony attended by the members of both houses.

The printer kicked out two copies of the ratings, and each of the President's took a copy and started reading. It only took a moment for them to see the error in the program.

"Inversion," they said, nearly simultaneously. The Frat President took both copies from her and stuck them into the shredder as the Sorority Prez went back to the Data Entry program and initiated the inversion step. When she hit print this time, the Fraternity's list had been inverted, putting the Most Fuckable Sisters at the bottom.

The pair reviewed the list, agreeing once they'd gotten most of the way down that it looked right this time. Suddenly, the Frat President's finger stopped its tracing down the page on a particular pairing. He looked up to find his Sister Officer staring at him with a surprised expression.

"How do we fix this?" she asked. "We've never had this happen before ... 'less you count that close call between you and your Cuz a couple of years ago. Just switch a couple of names...?"

When her counterpart didn't answer her, instead just staring at the list as his smirk turned into a broad smile, she asked again, "How do we fix this...?"

Suddenly, his subconscious kicked in, and he remembered Peter Thomas' question about what inversion was. He hadn't been paying attention at the time, and to be honest it would never have occurred to him at the time to warn the new Officer that there was a possibility that the Inversion step might put the siblings near one another in the final list, let alone directly across from one another.

But his mind was a cranking, and he saw an opportunity here to have a bit of fun with the new officer, as well as with the beautiful, red headed Sophomore who had politely turned him down for a date a few months back. He looked up at his Sorority counterpart and said, "I don't see anything that needs fixing."

Her eyes widened. "You can't be serious."

"Hey, it's the luck of the draw," he said firmly. "Who are we to mess with a quarter century of tradi--"

"They're siblings!" she laughed, shocked. "Brother and sister! We can't put them in a room naked together and tell them 'Go for it!'. It's all kinds of wrong!"

"The pairings stand," he said firmly, standing and beginning to remove his tie and unbutton his shirt. "Luck of the draw. Besides ... the rules say they can't talk to one another, but you know they almost always do. They'll introduce themselves, despite the prohibition against it, and after a shocked Oh My God!, they'll come shooting out of there like a bullet from a gun."

"Maybe," she said, dismayed that he was going to let happen what would surely be an embarrassing event they'd never forget. She stood, too, turning off the computer monitor and, in a single, swift movement, pulling her summer dress up over her head, leaving her standing before him in nothing but a tiny thong. "You just better hope that the shooting that takes place isn't him firing into her."

"Trust me," he assured her, moving her back toward her little bed as he continued stripping his clothes off, "there ain't gonna be anything between them like what we're gonna have between us tonight."

As she laid back and pulled him to her, parting her thighs and grasping his dick to begin stroking it, she kissed him deeply and murmured, "Shoot away, Prez."

 

[kimberlee]

The sorority meeting was more quiet than it had been last year. I think that was due to the new Inversion step added to the process. It meant that though we'd all sent our hottest pics, this year - rather than being matched with a guy rated equally hot. Instead, this year, the hottest rated Sister would be matched with the lowest qualified rated Brother.

There was talk and speculation as to who might get matched to whom, what he might be like in bed and any number of other criteria of the unknown lover's physicality.

I have to admit that I was at least relieved that I wasn't going to be paired with their president. The man was quite attractive but had an oversized ego to counter balance it.

I also have to admit that I wasn't adverse to sleeping with someone who might otherwise consider me out of his league. I suppose some might say that I am something of a size queen. The truth of the matter is that I'm attracted to intelligence. Physical plusses are far from unwelcome, however. I merely built up a fiction about why some of the men I'd seen might not have been considered equal to me in good looks.

I was even looking forward to what awaited in 'the closet.' No Strings Attached sex. If the sex was good, I was thinking on perhaps giving whomever my partner turned out to be my number so that he and I might get to know one another should he be unattached.

At the moment, we were voting on whether or not we believed the brother in question was fuckable. Our options were "Oh Yeah!" and - 'I wouldn't touch him with a ten foot pole' had been altered to - "Wouldn't Fuck Him if He Had a Ten Inch Pole." I was uncertain how to respond when Peter's, my brother's, picture came up. I obviously didn't plan on having sex with him; but, I didn't feel right voting against him being allowed to enter the sex closet. If my vote cut him from the list...

'Come on, Kimberly, and press the fucking option,' I told myself.

I clicked on the "Oh Yeah," featured choice and went onto the next fraternity brother. I pressed the other option on a number of other guy's pics - mostly guys I knew who just totally turned me off. I figured the program probably would only pair Brothers and Sisters who had approved of one another's pictures. I counted on the Sorority and Fraternity Presidents to make certain that the Brother I'd approved of and joined with in 'the closet' wasn't my own brother, Peter.

* * * * * * * * *

It wasn't necessary to check the listing posted of the Sisters who'd been approved of. Guys will fuck most anything as long as it's breathing and walks on two legs - and some aren't quite so picky. (I'm talking blow-up dolls and the like of course. ) I did glance to see if Peter had made the cut. He had, good for him. I didn't bother wondering which of my Sisters would be fucking my brother. It just didn't bear consideration. Instead, I focused on the other Brothers on the list and wondering who I'd be getting comfortable with in the darkness of the Sex Closet.

 

[Male49]

They were using the Great Hall, the Fraternity's dining room, to introduce the Brothers to the Sisters. Most of those who had made the cut already knew each other, if not by reputation or name then at least by face; the Fraternity and Sorority had cooperated on events -- both public and private -- for nearly fifty years now, and more than half of those present in the room now had classes with, had partied with, had dated, or had fucked someone standing along the opposite side of the long table at some point during their time at the University.

Peter was a bit conflicted about the introductions, though. They weren't really being introduced, as the Presidents -- standing side by side at the end of the table, explaining the rules -- weren't actually giving names or identifying individual members; the participants were, more than anything else, simply being shown off to one another, as if in a whore house where the customer was being shown the wares being offered by the Establishment.

Peter was amazed at the variety of women, dress, and style across from him. Some of the Sisters looked no different than they did walking about campus. Casual clothes, pulled back hair, light make up, comfortable shoes; they could have been heading for class as they were here tonight. But others ... Oh My God Almighty! was all Peter could think. There were tight blouses with no bras, revealing hardened nipples; tight skirts so short Peter thought he could see the lower reaches of black panties; heels so tall that a couple of the girls looked tall enough to play Mens pro' basketball; and hair styles that came straight from Hard Rock music videos of the 80s.

Peter was totally unnerved in the presence of such raw sexuality. He did his best to make eye contact with each of the Sisters across from him at least once, offering a polite smile. The reactions he received varied, but most were simply polite acknowledgments of his presence.

Peter was good looking and physically fit, but he'd always been reserved around the Sisters and low keyed in his activities about the Campus and Frat House. He wasn't a jock, or a partier, or a rich guy with a Ferrari. He was just ... Peter, so most of these girls across from him had little if any knowledge of him. And raging beauties -- as Peter considered most of the women across from him -- didn't usually flash fuck me smiles at guys like Peter Thomas ... unfortunately, he thought to himself.

He was conflicted about something more important than not being formally introduced to the women across from him, one of whom he was about to have sex with. Standing almost directly opposite the table from him was Kimberly ... not just a Sister, but his sister! He knew he wasn't matched with her, of course; she was the hottest babe in the room and would be at the top of the Sorority's rankings list, and -- despite being approved as Fuckable by most if not all of the Sorority Sisters -- Peter knew that he would certainly be at the bottom of the rankings and no where near his sister.

Of course, he didn't know about the Inversion ... or that he'd in fact been matched with his sister ... or that the Prez's at the head of the table knew this very well and were actually making bets on which one of the siblings would be the first to go flying out of the closet screaming.

Peter had made eye contact with Kimberly only momentarily when both groups had entered the room, but since then he'd kept his eyes on the pair at the head of the table and not the pair just below her beautiful face. Peter had always had the hots for his sister and, to his shame, had often masturbated to the image of being with her in some sexual fashion. So, to be in this room with Kimberly now, knowing that they were each about to have sex with another person in this room now was making his head spin. He was a bit envious of the Brother that would be pleasuring and be pleasured by Kimberly; most of the day, he'd wondered whether he would be able to resist fantasizing that it was, in fact, Kimberly in that pitch black closet with him tonight.

Now, though, Peter kept his attention on the two at the head of the table as they explained, alternating in turn, the details of what was about to happen next.

Each of the participants would be hooded and moved to the darkened hallway where they would wait, in total silence. They would be walked down one of four stairways to the basement, where they would again wait ... in total silence. And finally, each would be put into an assigned closet, where he or she would wait, still blind folded and still silent, for his or her partner.

"This has been done in this way for years to preserve the identity of you and your partner," Peter's Fraternity President informed them, "After you are in your closet, I suggest that you remain silent--" A smile spread across his face. "No talking I mean ... silence during sex, well, we hope not!"

A round of laughter filled the room, lightening the tension a bit.

"What happens between you and your partner is up to you" the Sorority Prez warned, "so long as it is absolutely, totally consensual! No means no! Not maybe, not in a bit ... it means no.

"Once you are put into your assigned closet," the Frat Prez continued explaining, "you will immediately strip bare and put on the robe folded on the floor at your feet."

A round of mix gasps, giggles, outright laughter, and crude words filled the room. The Frat Prez signaled for silence, then added, "This, too, is to preserve the identity of you and your partner." He glanced over to the line of Brothers -- some of whom were in their official Fraternity Uniforms while others looked ready to go to the gym -- and then to the Sisters and smiled broadly. "Some of us are dressed ... rather distinctly. As you can see, some of us are a little more at ease already with showing ourselves off ... or simply in a hurry to get naked."

Another round of mayhem ensued, going silent when the Sorority President began talking of what she felt was important.

"Each closet is equipped with condoms," she said. "You have all been tested for this event, so disease is not the issue." She glanced at her women to her left, then the men to her right as she continued, "But accidents happen."

Peter knew that she was talking about pregnancy, not the transmission of disease. He also knew that the Sisters would be offered the latest version of The Day After pill, what ever that was these days. Peter didn't know nearly as much about birth control as a prospective accidental father probably should know, but he was pretty damn sure that the prospective accidental mothers were very well knowledgeable about the options.

No babies, he told himself.

"Let's begin, shall we?" Peter's Prez asked, gesturing to the men on his right.

Peter lifted the hood he'd been holding behind his back and stared at it for a moment. This was the scariest thing he could remember ever having done, and he'd been cliff diving, bungee jumping, hang gliding, and more. As he lifted his hood, he took a moment to glance to Kimberly for the first time since they'd entered the room. He hesitated, meeting eyes with her, wondering, What's she thinking about right now...?

 

[kimberlee]

I dressed more conservatively than I had last time. Then, I'd been one of the Sisters who'd practically put all her wares on display. I had wanted to attract the Brothers and cause he whom I'd been paired with to have all the bragging rites he desired and to cause the others to wish they were him.

I hadn't thought of the other possible messages I'd be sending like - 'I don't care who I'm fucking tonight because I want to take all of you on.' This was NOT the case. However, the present fraternity president had been in charge of his brother pledges and saw me when the pledges had our own variation of this 'game.' He wasn't the only one who thought I'd welcome him with open thighs at the flash of his smile.

No, this year I wore a favorite pair of Lee's and a top that offered a peek at what one of the men across the table would be sampling. Some of the Sisters continued to openly offer the men a look here and there. For some, it was a nervous reaction to our current conditions while others simply wished to push the boundaries of conventiality and chose to do so with their attire or lack thereof.

My eyes roamed the room as I wondered to whom I'd been paired. Once or twice my eyes fell on Peter. It, of course, wouldn't be he; but, I nodded and grinned encouragement. He looked nervous - god knows, I was.

I listened to the speech our mutual presidents were giving with half a mind as the other moved from one Brother to the next. I wondered how each was in bed and whether or not it was he - well all except for Peter, of course.

"What happens between you and your partner is up to you" the Sorority Prez warned, "so long as it is absolutely, totally consensual! No means no! Not maybe, not in a bit ... it means no."

At her words, I flashed back to Sister Cathy's informative talk explaining that we shouldn't worry about any rumors of webcams. It was the first I'd heard on the matter. She nodded gravely and told us that any such devices were there for our protection in case of communications failure where 'NO meant NO for one but not for the other. She'd also assured that any such feeds would not be recorded and we needn't worry about becoming 'porn queens' overnight.

I felt a cheap thrill rush through me then at the simple thought of being watched while having sex. I supposed the cams would have the option of night vision or else whoever was 'working security' would be staring at a dark screen the entire night.

I suppose I should have felt some shame in the fact that I was wet at the thought of it all; but, I honestly did not care.

At the mention of the hoods and blindfolds we'd been afforded, I donned mine sending a last smile and wink of encouragement my brother's way and hoping that he, at least, was pared with a decent lover. I sure hoped I was.

Now blindfolded and hooded, I awaited my guide. Soon enough, one of my Sisters' arms helped me navigate from the room and toward The Closet.

I walked up and down stairs, through deserted hallways and meeting rooms so that I might become disoriented and be unable to say in which room I'd spent the night. It seemed as though it might never end when suddenly it did.

"We're here, Sister. You go, girl. Give it to him," I heard a female voice speak with enthusiastic encouragement.

I wanted to say that he wouldn't know up from down by the time I got through with him, but remained silent as the rules dictated. I was just hoping he made me as disorientedly happy as I planned to make him.

The door was then opened and I was guided inside until the aforementioned robe was at my feet. "Go for the gold, honey," she said before I heard her steps retreat and the door shut.

I had gone commando and not worn a stitch of underwear. My shirt was a pullover and, after removing my shoes, I shimmied out of my jeans. I then knelt and ran my hands about until I found the robe I was to wear.

I rose to my feet and put it on then carefully walked toward where I guessed the bed would be. I found it and seated myself - opening the robe and fingering myself so that I'd be ready when he arrived.

 

[Male49]

Two of his brothers helped him through the house and downstairs, turning and twisting him in such a way that he knew he'd never be able to compare where he was with the other Brothers later; any attempts at figuring out who his secret lover was -- assuming she didn't introduce herself -- was lost.

Once in the room, he did as he'd been instructed, stripping off his clothes and donning the robe, without ever having to shed the hood. Then ... he waited for his partner to join him ...never knowing about the little web cam hidden above his head, or that the two Prez's were already in the Frat leader's bedroom, watching the night vision image on a lap top ...waiting to see who would win the bet.

 

[kimberlee]

I rose to my feet at the sound of the opening door. I'd removed the hood upon arrival but had retained the blindfold as per instructions. I shrugged the robe I'd been wearing from my shoulders and walked blindly toward my soon to be lover.

I found him and my hands reached for his body. I untied his robe as I leaned forward to kiss him only to come in contact with his hood. One hand reached for his member as my other one lifted his hood enough to share one long kiss. I stood with my legs shoulder-width apart to grant his hand easy access to my soaking wetness.

I moaned softly as I stroked his quickly hardening member and began exploring his mouth with my tongue.

________

The sorority president turned to the fraternity's president. "I don't know about this. It doesn't look like either one's said a word and if this goes on much longer..." she said.

"Afraid you'll lose?" he taunted. "They'll talk and once they do. Out like a shot."

 

[Male49]

(OOC -- I think I got the bet correct below, didn't I? If not tell me, and I'll edit. Also, I had read your previous post while a little occupied with people around me and hadn't caught that you had already put her in the closet first. Sorry. My bad. Another also ... I didn't see anywhere if you said she was shaved or not, but since I know so many women do shave, the reply below assumed she is.)


"Afraid you'll lose?" the Frat President taunted. "They'll talk and once they do. Out like a shot."

He spoke the words confidently, almost arrogantly, goading her into backing out of their bet and, possibly, rushing down two flights of stairs to break up the heavy petting that was taking place in the grainy image before them. But in reality, he was beginning to worry. She may very well be right, Vic ... and what are you going to do if this doesn't end before things go too far...?

A thought suddenly came to him. "We never finalized our wager."

"Whadda ya mean?" his Sorority counterpart asked, seemingly only half aware of what he'd asked; her attention was on the monitor and the hand play that was continuing.

"The bet was on who would go screaming out of the closet," he said, tapping her to get her full attention. When she looked to him, he continued, "I say that no matter which one of them is first to realize who the other is, that she'll be the one who go flying out of the closet. But ... we didn't establish a wager ... and I know what I want."

He rolled from his back atop her, reaching a hand to the small of her back to pull their groins tightly together. He kissed her playfully ... then slid his hand down to her firm, athletic buttock and pressed the tips of his fingers into the valley between her cheeks and against her asshole. "You've never let me do that ... and if I win ... that's what I want."

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Peter stood and was feeling blindly around the little room, trying to get a lay of the land ... in which, of course, he hoped to soon be laid. He already knew, of course, what the closets were. Years ago, before the House had become the new home of the Fraternity it had been a Boarding House for University students. The owner at the time had been a lean and green hippie who didn't believe in cars; he and his two -- yes, two -- "wives" had turned the basement into somewhat of a bicycle parking garage, using second hand plywood and other materials to build more than two dozen small "garages" for people to lock up their bikes, helmets, back packs, trailers, and anything else that they couldn't take to their rooms upstairs.

Later, the three foot by eight foot spaces became storage, and today -- for one night every year since the Frat bought the home -- they were cleared out, cleaned up, and turned into "The Closets".

They featured a small, cushioned chair in the very back, a foam mattress between it and the door, and a peg board from which hung sex toys, pull-string bags with condoms and lube, and -- known only to the Prez's and a few select people who they'd spilled the beans to -- hidden, night vision cameras with microphones.

Searching about, Peter found everything that was supposed to be there -- just as the door behind him opened, then closed.

Almost immediately, the Sorority Sister -- his sister -- stepped up to him, ran her hands over his body, then pulled at the robe's belt, causing it to open. Peter was shocked! He wasn't actually sure exactly what he'd expected, but he hadn't expected his partner to be so forthright in what they'd been paired together to do.

When he felt something at his face, Peter flinched and immediately realized that she'd tried to kiss him. He whispered almost imperceptibly, "Sorry."

He lifted his hands to pull the head covering off, but was too late; his partner reached up with one hand and began pulling the hood off as -- Oh Jesus Christ Almighty! -- her other hand reached to his semi-hardened dick and grasped it tightly.

His heart skipped a beat as she stroked him, causing him to rapidly become as hard as he thought he'd ever been in his life. Peter wasn't sure what to do. Although he'd known that they were going to have sex, he'd assumed that it would take a while -- a minute, lots of minutes -- for them to actually get to it!

He'd been wrong. His partner was stroking him long and hard, her mouth pressed to his, parting his lips with her tongue. He knew he had to do something quick or make her think she was doing something wrong -- and she wasn't doing ANY thing wrong! -- so her reached up with both hands and found her full breasts. He squeezed them softly, then a bit harder, sliding his finger to position her swollen nipples between the fat of his fingers. He whispered, "Nice ... you have nice--" He almost said tits, but caught himself and said, "--breasts."

The pleasure in his groin was rising rapidly, and Peter wanted to do the same for her as she was doing for him. But ... Peter Thomas had never been a quick kind of guy, and he was unsure of how fast he was supposed to go. She's jerking off you dick, you dick! How slow do you think she wants to be...?

So he slid one hand around to the small of her back, grasping a firm butt cheek, pulling her closer, while he turned the other hand palm against her and ran it down her belly toward the meeting of her thighs. He expected to meet a patch of hair, hoping to God that it wasn't some monster hairy monkey patch like his last lover. (He'd removed more kinky little black hairs from his mouth the first time he'd gone down on her than he cared to count.)

But all he found was skin, then more skin, then -- Holy Christ! Before he realized what he'd really done, he landed his finger tips atop her clit -- her apparently very sensitive clit, by the way she reacted.

 

[kimberlee]

I'd obviously taken him by surprise from his reactions. His hands slightly awkward as he groped my breasts. They became much more assured in a matter of moments and I moaned each time he touched me a way I enjoyed. Especially when one hand reached around to cup one of my butt cheeks and drew me closer to him.

I enjoyed our kisses and ran my left hand over his upper body, blindly exploring. My right hand was busy bringing his manmeat to its full potential. I occasionally let go of it altogether and gently played with his balls.

I don't think I'd have been so aggressive if I hadn't known about the possibility of being watched. I'd have kissed him and slowly familiarized myself with his body. However, as it was, I was dripping wet and he hadn't even touched my pussy yet.

He tweaked my nipples one last time drawing yet another soft moan from me before moving his hand downwards. I moaned in anticipation, silently thankful that I'd shaved my 'landing strip' and was now bald down there. I sensed my mystery lover's surprise at this fact.

I don't know who was more surprised, him or me, when his touch sent shudders of joy to pulse through my body. My right hand moved from his shaft and I wrapped both arms around his shoulders as I shamelessly humped myself against his hand as I desperately held onto him. Close. I was so close...

 

[Male49]

She reacted to his manipulation of her clit as every man hopes for, with rocking hips and soft moans, then pleasure filled cries. Most women didn't understand the true panic that could invade a man when he began fondling her love button only to have her lie there and look at him as if thinking Well, are we going to start soon...? Peter had never understood how one woman could writhe about the bed screaming in ecstasy at the feel of a finger or tongue at her pussy's adornment; or grasp at him hand in desperation, trying to pull it way because the sensation -- which sometimes hovered too close to tickling -- was simply too overwhelming; and then the next woman simply wouldn't feel any things but the back and forth, up and down ... as it you were playing with the end of her pinky finger instead.

So, feeling her throw her arms around his shoulders and neck to hold on tight while he fondled up and down, left and right, hard and soft until he found what began to absolutely drive her nuts was an ego boost like he'd never experienced with a woman before. He grasped his free hand below one of her ass cheeks and lifted her against him, bringing her to her toes, holding her full weight so that, when she came -- if she came, as he was praying -- he would have total control of her and she could simply surrender herself to him.

 

[kimberlee]

I was so close to reaching momentary heaven on earth that I didn't care what he'd think of me or how he'd react. "I want you inside me," I urgently whispered into my lover's ear. Whether he inserted his finger, tongue or cock, I honestly didn't care. Although I must profess a desire for the latter rather than the former, it didn't matter so long as it got me where I wanted to go. "Please, I'm so fucking close. I need you inside me. Fuck me, lick me, finger me. Screw the fucking condoms if that's what's holding you back. I'll take the freaking pill they offer afterwards."

I don't normally drop the f-bomb so frequently but I could feel my impending orgasm just out of reach. It was like an electric current that could cause both pleasure and pain and had my hairs standing on end. If I could grasp that golden ring, all would be right with the world. If I was kept in limbo, I wasn't sure what I'd do or how I'd react. But the two of us had been place in this closet to enjoy one another to the fullest without need of worrying of cosequences. Unless I told him, he'd never know my name or connect me with the sexual wanton he'd shared his sex closet with.

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Her attention fully on the fraternity president, she hadn't witnessed the exponential increase of sexual tensions between Peter and his sister. "And if I win?" she asked with a raised brow. He grinned back at her in response. "If I win, I have a strap-on and I'll take your ass."

His smile wavered and he said, "I'm not gay. I'm not into anal like that."

She grinned at his sudden look of consternation. "I never said you were. And I'm not into anal either, so I don't see how your preference should somehow be treated as more important than my own. Have we got a bet or do you want to back out?" she asked with a grin.