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Chapter 49

	Tapping my fingers on the cafe table must have given my growing
annoyance away.
	"Just call him," Sandra said to me making Doris Alex look up from
her book.
	I wanted to ask Michael a very important question, but had been
unable to find him. Missing him at the house in the morning surprised me;
I did not think Michael knew how to get out of bed before noon. The cafe
was the campus hub so I expected to catch him walking by at some point.
	Melissa pulled out her cell-phone and dialed.
	"Where are you?" she asked into it without breaking her homework
rhythm.
	"David wants to talk you," she said biting her lip and scribbling
in her notebook.
	"I don't know about what," she replied with annoyance. "Just get
to the cafe!"
	"If David were angry, he would find you," Melisa said reasonably.
	There was a long hesitation before she spoke again.
	"Michael, stop babbling," she interrupted brusquely. "David is
getting annoyed. He has a class in an hour; you do not. You've got ten
minutes to get here or I'm going to send Doris Alex to drag you here."
	She hung the cell-phone up and put it back in her bag.
	"If you know he wants something, take care of it," Doris Alex
instructed Sandra.
	Michael must have been nearby since he walked into the cafe a few
minutes later. He dumped his bag beside the table and dragged a chair
over.
	"May I order lunch, Princess of the Most High?" he asked Melisa
with a sarcastic smile.
	Melisa looked at me; I tapped my fingers against the table.
	"Yes, you may," Melisa told Michael.
	Fifty-percent of the student body knew Michael on a first-name
basis so he had five different conversations while getting his food.
	"Do you know everybody on campus?" Sandra asked him.
	"Only the ones, I wouldn't mind falling naked onto a bed with," he
answered.
	"How do you have time for anything else?" Doris Alex asked
exasperated.
	"Scheduling," he told her brightly. "Plus it's not that bad;
there's only one or two new people a week. David has made my life a lot
easier."
	"How did he do that?" Sandra asked curiously.
	"I don't mind being the vibrator one of you uses to relieve that
little itch David causes in your nether regions," he said shrugging. "I
swear that itch must be contagious."
	"We can't be that bad," Sandra told him.
	"Sarah-M and Sarah-D," Michael said with a smile.
	"Yeah?"
	"David was right," Michael said magnanimously. "Like chocolate on
chocolate to a chocoholic."
	"I like chocolate," Sandra said brightly.
	"I can tell them that, but you'll owe me," Michael offered.
	"Why can't I tell them?" she asked.
	"Because four naked people is better than three naked people," he
said to her.
	"Not as much fun as six though," she answered looking at me.
	"Six?" Michael asked me.
	"Sandra had a sleepover in her room," I told him. "It caused an
incident this morning that I want to talk to you about."
	"Six?" Michael asked Sandra.
	"Luanne, Sarah-M, Sarah-D, Emily, David and me," Sandra said. "My
bed was too small but sleeping bags made the floor comfortable enough."
	"I thought some of you didn't do it with David yet," Michael said
confused.
	"Not yet," Sandra confirmed. "But Luanne and the Sarahs have no
problem being mostly naked around him and playing with each other for his
viewing pleasure. Emily gave David the hottest blowjob I have ever seen,
and the night ended with him in my butt. Emily said Luanne had a nice
little orgasm just from watching me completely lose it when David came
inside me."
	"Five girls!" Michael exclaimed at me. "In the sorority house!"
	I shrugged.
	"And you didn't call me?" he asked in a high-pitched voice. "That
is so selfish, David."
	"I'll make it up to you," I told him.
	"How are you going to do that?" he asked folding his arms
petulantly.
	"Send you on Spring Break with them," I replied.
	"Big deal," he said pouting.
	"Doris Alex, David and I are going somewhere private for Break,"
Melisa said without looking up from her book.
	"Hey!" Michael said eagerly smiling at me. "I'm cool with that! I
didn't like the frat's plan for this year's Break anyway."
	"One cock for five girls doesn't sound like fun to me," Sandra
complained.
	"It was enough last night!" Michael pointed out.
	"Michael, you are not the one that causes that little itch you're
so fond of," Sandra replied sticking her tongue out at him.
	"It's one of those resorts that costs an offensive amount of money
to stay per night," Doris Alex consoled Sandra. "Michael will only be
there to alleviate the boredom of a private beach, morning massages,
fantastic food, etc."
	"Are you done yet?" I asked tapping the table again.
	Everyone nodded quickly.
	"Michael," I said. "You designed the new sorority house, right?"
	"Yep," he answered. "Took some work to get those girls to listen,
too."
	"How did you manage that anyway?" Melisa asked curiously. "The
sisters were set on picking their own design."
	"Hello, it's Michael," he said gesturing towards his chest. "I
lied like me getting laid depended on it."
	"What did you tell them?"
	"I told them David wanted my design, and they could either take it
or forget about a new chapter house," he answered.
	Melisa froze for a long time before setting her pen down
carefully. She sat up straight and took a deep breath.
	"So that's what you look when you're pissed off," Michael said to
Melisa.
	"Why did you do that, Michael?" Melisa asked calmly.
	"You didn't tell her?" Michael asked Doris Alex.
	"You're the one that bent the sorority over a barrel and slammed
it into them," Doris Alex said pointing at him.
	"You agreed that it was the right thing to do!" Michael insisted.
	"They needed something hard shoved up their ass," Sandra agreed.
"You should have told Melisa that you planned to use David's cock though."
	"Michael," Melisa interrupted. "I asked you a question! Why did
you tell my sorority that David said 'Michael's design or no house'?"
	"Because YOUR sorority was letting Caroline steamroll them!" he
snapped.
	"Explain," Melisa ordered.
	"Caroline was doing the loudest talking; actually, screeching is a
better description," Michael said. "The sorority was going along with her
ideas for the chapter house to shut her the fuck up."
	"So?" Melisa gritted out. "It would have been their choice."
	"It would have looked like the temple of Athena, white marble
columns and all," Michael answered angrily. "Caroline originally didn't
even have David's room in the design. After Luanne pointed that forgotten
little detail out, Caroline put it in the basement."
	Melisa looked at the other women for confirmation. They nodded
with pained expressions.
	"Ooooh! I like rage on you," Michael said in admiration. "It does
wonderful things for your eyes."
	"Michael," Doris Alex warned.
	"Fuck you!" Michael protested loudly. "Melisa and you only cared
that the sorority understood where the money came from and that they were
properly grateful. Caroline's design was a fucking insult to David's
generosity and your sisters were going along with it! It would have been
the new campus joke, so fuck her, fuck you, and fuck any of your precious
sisters that thinks I'm going to let that shit pass."
	"I don't think I've ever seen someone that angry," Sandra said
pulling away from Melisa.
	"It's not like I didn't tell the sorority officers that I was
lying, Melisa," Michael continued. "I don't think they liked the Vestal
Virgins thing either, because they tripped over themselves to get behind
my lie. Do you know how busy I've been at night since I bit the bullet for
your sorority, Melisa? Caroline and you must be the only two sisters that
don't know by now."
	My First stood up, shoved everything into her book bag, and
stalked out of the cafe.
	"You see!" Michael said gesturing towards Melisa's back. "That's
what I was trying to avoid, she's going to kill Caroline now."
	Sandra shrugged and took over Melisa's chair, which was closer to
me.
	"Aren't you going to stop her?" Michael asked Doris Alex.
	"I did not appreciate the exclusion of David's room," Doris Alex
answered sharply. "Nor putting it in the basement. You took care of it
before I could step in."
	"Melisa is going to leave scars," Michael warned.
	"Caroline wasn't pretty to begin with," Doris Alex responded. "The
scars might help."
	"They couldn't hurt," Sandra chimed in.
	"You're not going to stop her?" Michael asked me.
	"Melisa isn't going to kill anybody," I told him. "Caroline will
have to learn to avoid Melisa; regardless, I have a bigger problem."
	"I can take care of that," Sandra said sexily.
	"Michael after we're done here, take Sandra to her room and keep
her busy until I get out of class," I told him.
	"Aye-Aye, Sir," he said saluting me.
	"Now, can I finish?" I asked them.
	"What about me?" Doris Alex whispered.
	I sighed.
	"You can wait for me in Sandra's room, too."
	"Aye-Aye, Sir," she answered with a salute of her own.
	"Anyway," I continued. "I woke up in a sorority house this
morning."
	"I like these kinds of stories," Michael interrupted, only to have
Doris Alex slap his arm.
	"Let's try it again," I said with forced patience. "I woke up in a
sorority house this morning. I had to use the bathroom."
	Michael waited for the rest while I stared at him.
	"I don't understand," he said looking at the girls.
	"What was the line to the bathroom like at our last party?" Sandra
asked him.
	"But that was a party," Michael pointed out.
	"And this was an entire sorority trying to get ready in the
morning," I told him.
	"Ouch!"
	"Tell me the Brother room in the new chapter house has its own
bathroom," I instructed him.
	Michael laughed uproariously, barely managing to stay in his
chair.
	"I told you, it doesn't matter, David," Sandra said to me. "Nobody
would have minded if you used the bathroom with them. Most of the sisters
would have volunteered to wash your back if you needed an extra hand in
the shower."
	"Just tell him, Michael," Doris Alex said.
	"I'm sorry, David," Michael said regaining control. "What you call
the Brother room isn't really a room. It's more of a suite."
	"I have a suite in a sorority house?" I asked Doris Alex
pointedly.
	"I wanted a room," she replied pointing to Michael. "He got
carried away again."
	"Why did you make it a suite?" I asked Michael. "I wasn't thrilled
with the idea of a room to begin with."
	"You've had the need for a bathroom clearly illustrated," he said
defensively. "I thought since there was already two rooms, why not add a
third so that there's a place for the girls to hang out?"
	"Whatever, Michael" I said impatiently. "As long as there is a
bathroom."
	"It's not really a bathroom, David," he said proudly.
	"Does it have a toilet and a shower?" I asked.
	"A toilet, bidet, shower... did I mention the hot tub?"
	"You stuck a hot tub in a sorority bathroom?" I asked him feeling
the approach of annoyance again.
	"Your bathroom is the only one with the hot tub," Doris Alex
clarified. "All the sisters know your room is off-limits if you're not
there, or they don't have permission."
	"The bathroom alone is going to keep your room crowded when you're
in the house," Michael told me.
	"I'm sure the bathroom is going to have a lot to do with naked
women lounging in David's suite," Sandra said to Michael sarcastically.
	"Hmm..." I said thoughtfully.
	I understood Doris Alex's desire for a chapter of Siblings; it not
only served to keep Siblings in, but to keep the world out.
	"What?" Doris Alex asked me.
	"You're the pledge master next year," I said.
	"Yes," she replied.
	"For this to work the way you want, the sisters should start
getting used to my place in their collegiate life," I said.
	"The pledges won't know to question anything if it's a part of our
sorority already," she said with a nod. "Caroline and her ilk graduate
this semester; we'll only have sisters we care about or ones that look the
other way."
	"Certain things will be easier in my house until your creche is
fully populated," I told her. "Pledges won't wonder about spending so much
time at the pledge master's house if other sisters spend time there also."
	"I think I like the sound of this," Michael announced leaning
forward eagerly.
	"Nobody's been using the pool since Malia left," I said. "Tell the
sisters, they can use it whenever they want. They can come into the house,
but my room is off-limits."
	Michael stood up and clapped enthusiastically.
					
						-----
	
	Stephanie went off the deep end that night.
	I walked into the house to find the remains of a green vase at the
bottom of the stairs. Stephanie was screaming at the top of her lungs.
Susan ran down the steps and past me crying while I decided whether I
should go upstairs.
	I walked into the living room and opened my bedroom room to see
Doris Alex and Melisa safely ensconced on my bed ignoring what was going
on in the rest of the house.
	"Fuck!" Stephanie yelled from behind me.
	Closing the bedroom door, I turned around.
	"Now, that bitch won't sleep with me either!" she complained
angrily. "This is your fucking fault, David!"
	"Susan?" I asked her.
	"Yeah!"
	"She's not a bitch," I said sitting down.
	"Then she was doing a good impression of one," Stephanie insisted.
	"Because she won't sleep with you anymore?" I asked.
	"Fuck yes!"
	"So then Melisa is a bitch," I stated.
	"You know that's not what I mean," Stephanie said quickly.
	"She doesn't sleep with you," I told her. "Neither does Doris
Alex, so I guess you think she's a bitch too."
	"Melisa has been dreaming about your crest for years. Doris Alex
is finally behaving like she's going to crest, David," Stephanie said.
"Siblings always calm down at that time. They're focusing on each other
and you."
	"Doris Alex still has sex with Michael," I pointed out.
	She grit her teeth and gave me an angry look.
	"It was nice talking to you, asshole!" she yelled before stomping
out of the living room.
	The sound of things crashing into walls convinced me that I needed
to make a call.
	Samantha arrived a couple of hours later.
	"What's up?" she asked me.
	"I'd like you to have a talk with, Stephanie," I replied.
	"About what?" she asked.
	"Just talk," I said and went into my room.
	I came out an hour later when the sound of things shattering
stopped. I sat on the couch and waited for Samantha to come downstairs.
	"That Sibling is not salvageable," Samantha told me in a hard tone
of voice as she walked into the living room.
	"We have different ideas of salvageable," I replied.
	"You need to take care of this problem permanently," she advised.
	"People don't have to tell me what I need to do," I said.
	"She is a danger to us, Brother," she bit off.
	"We will see," I answered. "Hopefully, your conversation did
Stephanie some good."
	"I doubt it," she snapped. "I am going to suggest to the Council
that you be ordered to kill her."
	"Make sure you're the one that brings me that order, Samantha," I
said quietly. "I'm sure the Council will get the message when they're
standing over your grave."
	She closed her eyes and bit her lip.
	"I apologize for that," she said softly. "I knew Stephanie before
she was raped. She's different, David."
	"Maybe she is," I said to myself after Samantha left. "Maybe she
is."
	
						-----

	Things were quieter after that.
	Stephanie continued on a schedule of daily rampages, but limited
them to late at night especially once the sorority sisters started coming
over.
	Melisa did not want people in the pool whenever they felt like it
so she set up an early morning and an afternoon time for the swimmers. She
also allowed a couple of hours at night for recreational water and hang
out time.
	The sorority understood my room was off-limits but treated the
rest of my home like an adjunct to the chapter house as I intended. The
living room became quite the hot spot especially among pledges. Sarah-M
and Sarah-D were the unquestioned leaders of the pledge class and spent
every hour that Melisa let them in the house. The Sarahs and one other
pledge, Lee, discovered that they could stay the night if they spent it in
Michael's room, which explained why he became such a homebody.
	Annoyingly even with the increased traffic, I still could not
close my bedroom doors without causing panic unless there was a Sibling in
the room with me.
	I considered testing the sorority's tolerance to get the Siblings
to ease off on the idea of my doors staying open at all times by
masturbating in plain sight on my bed. I gave up on the thought after the
first skinny-dipping party. Michael nearly had a heart attack when he
walked into the pool house to find all of the pledges and a couple of
sisters in the middle of a wet, naked frolic.
	After a few days of house privileges, some of the girls jokingly
complained about not getting to play with me. Luanne teased them by being
more demonstrative about her David privileges whenever she could.
	I had gotten used to having the extra females around, but was
surprised to find the Sarahs and Lee in the living room on Valentine's
night.
	"Shouldn't you be out on hot dates?" I asked them.
	"Are you offering?" Sarah-D asked.
	"You're looking mighty fine, David," Lee said. "I would be tempted
tonight."
	"You're already tempted, pledge," Doris Alex said walking into the
living room with Melisa behind her. "Tonight, you'd do whatever David
wanted."
	"Aouh!" Lee wolf-howled to nodding agreements from the Sarahs.
	Doris Alex and Melisa looked good enough for my dick to remind me
about our thought on the accessorizing glow of a well-fucked Sibling.
	"So the two of you don't plan to leave us even a little piece of
David for after?" Lee asked pouting.
	"I'll give you all the David you can handle, Lee," Melisa told her
archly. "What do I get in return?"
	"I can be really nice to you," Lee offered winningly.
	"You'll have to be really nice to Melisa, Sandra, Emily, Luanne,
the Sarahs, and me," Doris Alex said taking my hand. "Can you handle
that?"
	"So it's a package deal," Lee asked with sexual curiosity in her
voice.
	"It's a very nice package," Melisa said running her hand over my
dick. "David doesn't ask for much in return either; and when he does, take
my word for it, you're not going to have a problem paying up."
	"That's still a little steep," Lee negotiated.
	"Someone has to make sure no one takes advantage of him," Doris
Alex told her.
	The Siblings led me towards the door but I stopped them to turn to
the pledges.
	"You should head over to Michael's frat house," I told them. "I
never liked the idea of a girl alone on Valentine's Day so I asked the
brothers for a little favor just in case some of you weren't busy
tonight."
	"Really?" Lee asked excitedly.
	"Dress nicely," I advised. "And tell any other sister or pledges
that want to go out about it."
	Three cell-phones came out of bags immediately, and the pledges
somehow beat Melisa, Doris Alex and I out the door. I had planned to call
the Sarahs and have them make the announcement to the sorority, but Lee
would make another good leader among the sisters. Doris Alex had not
considered Lee as a candidate until Melisa's recreation time began acting
as a filter.
	I smiled as I held the limo door open for my dates.
	By coincidence, that had been exposed as not a coincidence at all,
I spent my previous two Valentine Days in the company of the two Siblings
I was taking out that night.
	Melisa never showed a modicum of interest in guys so I did not
think it unnatural when I ran into her on my freshman year Valentine's
Day. I asked her out thinking she might feel a little lonely, and a meal
with a friend would make the day end faster. I did not expect her to show
up with Doris Alex in tow after going to get ready.
	The Campus Goddess not having a date on V-Day should have clued me
in on the set-up. Before I got my black ring, Doris Alex stayed outside of
personal information space with me so I put it down to a badly timed
break-up with one of her plentiful worshippers.
	Sophomore year, the girls talked about 'our' Valentine's Day plans
as if it were an established tradition that none of us dared violate. I
did not argue the assumption that they had to spend the day with me.
	I planned our first Valentine's Day as Brother and Siblings
carefully, only to see the girls dash my plans right away. They ignored
the champagne and strawberries in the limo to spend the ride up to the
restaurant giving me a show of how close they had gotten over the last
month.
	The valet smiled as the girls rearranged their clothes when they
stepped out of the limo; he must have thought I had something to do with
it. The driver gave me a cell number to call when we were ready and I
followed the girls inside.
	Recognizing me, the hostess raised her eyebrows at the two women
out on V-day with an ex-busboy. Most of the people in the restaurant
turned to follow Melisa and Doris Alex as they walked in front of me to
the table. I pulled the chairs out for them and took my own seat.
	"Are you okay?" Melisa asked when I was quiet for a minute.
	"I was thinking that I had a lot of fun last year," I told her.
"Junk food, sleeping bags and bad movies; it was fun."
	"What's this year?" Doris Alex asked.
	"Good food, kisses, and both of you are mine," I told her.
	"That's not fun," Melisa asked smiling.
	"No," I told her honestly. "That's very serious."
	"Do you prefer the fun?" she asked staring at me.
	"Last year, you weren't mine," I said opening my menu. "That part
wasn't fun."
	The waitress took our orders efficiently and the girls talked
between themselves as I stared out the window. Their growing intimacy was
plainly visible; I did not want to interfere with it so I stayed out of
their conversation.
	"Hey, David," someone said coming to stand over.
	"What's up, man?" I asked the bartender.
	"How you been?" he asked shaking my hand.
	"I've been okay," I told him. "How about you?"
	"Still here," he answered with a shrug. "Have you heard from
Marie?"
	I looked at Doris Alex.
	"Marie's doing fine," she told him. "Her company is about to put
her on a hectic travel schedule, but she is planning to visit soon."
	"Good to hear," he said. "If you get wind of another job like
that, keep me in mind, Dave."
	I nodded trying not to grimace at his shortening my name.
	A few people stopped by the table trying to get more details about
Marie; Doris Alex and Melisa fielded the questions, for which I was
grateful.
	The girls loved the food and over desert whispered about some very
wicked things they were going to do to each other later. The limo ride
back was better than the ride up. The Siblings had taken off their panties
in the restaurant bathroom, and were eager to keep my fingers wet.
	I thought I was in for the best V-Day of my life.
	The girls ran into the house when the limo stopped to drop us off,
but I waited to tip the driver before going inside. They were waiting for
me by the bottom of the stairs.
	"Good night, Brother," Doris Alex said kissing me and heading up
the stairs.
	"Good night," Melisa said after kissing me too.
	I watched as she chased Doris Alex up the stairs.
	The living room was empty, but my bedroom was not. I smiled not
surprised any more by Sibling planning. The bait and switch had been
performed to perfection; Doris Alex and Melisa were a formidable working
partnership.
	Sandra was waiting on my bed.
	"Have you eaten?" I asked her.
	"What?" she asked sitting up confused.
	"Have you eaten?" I repeated.
	"David," she said with a serious look. "I'm on your bed wearing a
wisp of red."
	"I noticed," I said admiring her efforts.
	Sandra wore a transparent red baby-doll teddy that put the excited
state of her nipples on display. A breath of cloth was the only accurate
description I could imagine for the matching panties. The lingerie
accented her curves, but obscured what I really wanted.
	"You're not going to do something about it?" Sandra asked raising
her voice.
	"Sandra," I said calmly. "I opened my home to your sorority, but
my room is off-limits."
	"I know," she said getting on her knees and approaching the edge
of the bed.
	She reached out to grab my shirt and pulled me closer.
	"It's not true though," she said undoing the top button.
	"What isn't true?"
	"This room isn't off-limits to everyone, is it?" she asked while
undoing the next button.
	"There are rules if you want to be allowed in here," I told her.
"You know those rules."
	"Do you know how I felt when you paid off my student loans?" she
asked when she finished with the buttons and pulled the shirt out of my
pants.
	"How did you feel, Sandra?"
	"Like all I would ever have to worry about was taking care of
you," she said pulling my belt out of the pant loops and throwing it
aside. "Not even the big worries about you either, Melisa and Doris do
that. I'm now one of those girls I see that hit the birth lottery with
rich parents."
	"It's not that easy, Sandra," I warned her.
	"What are you going to do, David?" she asked opening my pants.
"Fuck my pussy raw?"
	"That's why I asked if you ate," I told her. "It's going to be a
long night."
	"You see what I mean, David," she said. "I'm throwing myself at
you, and your first thought is to make sure I'm taken care of."
	"It wasn't my first thought, not even my second," I admitted. "But
you're going to need your energy, Sandra."
	"Good," she said reaching into my underwear. "I want you to keep
fucking me tonight until your dick is completely satisfied and can't get
hard again."
	She pushed my underwear and pants down until they slipped down my
legs so I could step out of them. Sandra's hands stroked my dick slowly as
if the motion mesmerized her.
	"Caroline said I was degrading myself with you," she said staring
into my eyes. "She has never done an hour of work and she tells me letting
you touch me is degrading."
	"A lot of people would think that, Sandra," I told her.
	"I've worked in strip clubs, David," she whispered.
	She reached underneath to cup my ball sack gently.
	"She has no right to talk to me about degrading! You have never
made me feel like the guys in those shitholes did," she said angrily.
"Melisa and Doris got you all kinds of horny; but I look into your eyes,
and all I see is that you want me."
	"I've wanted you for a while," I told her.
	"When I wake up tomorrow morning, I want to feel properly
degraded, David," she told me seriously. "I want my body to affirm that
when you say 'off-limits', you're not talking about me. I want to know
that I'm never going to have set foot into one of those fucking clubs
again!"
	Her eyes were intense as she squeezed her lower body in reaction
to her words. I reached down and grabbed the back of her thighs pulling on
them to signal what I wanted. Sandra got on her back, moving her ass to
the edge of the mattress, and opening her legs to accept me between them.
	I reached down and pushed the panties aside as Sandra grabbed my
dick. She pulled me towards her trying to place me so that I could take
her with a single thrust. Melisa and Doris Alex had pushed me close to the
edge so I chose to enter Sandra slowly instead. When my dick was deep
enough that I would not slip out, Sandra took over the duty of holding her
panties to the side. I grabbed her legs and pushed them down to open her
body for my penetration. My hips moved back and slowly forward as I
enjoyed the one thing Sandra had held back from me.
	The inside of my hips touched her body so I came to a halt.
	"No," she whispered and pumped her hips up hard to sink me deeper.
"There!"
	I stroked backward slowly enjoying the feeling of need surrounding
me.
	"Please, David," Sandra begged when I held the upper position for
too long.
	My weight dropped suddenly pushing me into the depths of her
pussy.
	"YES!" she grunted arching her back. "Oh fuck!"
	Sandra convulsed hard and let go of her panties to grab her
breasts. She relaxed, and then arched her back violently while squeezing
her breasts. I pulled back and stroked in hard. Sandra's breath exploded
out as her body agreed with mine about that being the perfect thing to do.
Sandra convulsed again and wriggled as an orgasm took her over.
	A step back pulled my dick out of her warmth; her head came up so
she could look at me. Sandra's eyes did not question my action; she was
mine to lead. I put my hands on the waist of her panties and pulled them
up. Sandra straightened her legs to let me take them off.
	I took another step back and she slithered off the bed to her
knees. She put her hands on my thighs, opened her mouth, and drank my cock
in. Her eyes closed blissfully as she tasted her pleasure.
	Sandra not only looked like a porn star, she fucked like one; a
lot of moaning, groaning, and working through a script of positions. After
she got back on the bed, we started with missionary, changed to cowgirl
normal then reverse, I wanted her doggie style after that which she
happily obliged, and we finished with Sandra lying on her stomach.
	She loved the different positions, but for our first time it
served to hold my orgasm back. Sandra managed an orgasm with each new
position while the change kicked mine far enough back that she had time to
cum and switch before I boiled over.
	She knew when it was too much for me. I was coming almost
completely out and fucking into her as hard as I could. Sandra was biting
my pillow, nearly ripping it open as a massive orgasm built inside her
body in reaction to how far she had taken me. I pulled up and slammed down
trying to fuck through her as my cock thickened. It felt like my life's
blood was jetting into Sandra instead of semen.
	"JESUS!" Sandra screamed as heat poured into her.
	Sandra was serious about being fucked raw, and wanted me to stay
on top of her until I hardened again. We did not change positions for our
second fuck or the third.

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	I was awake when Doris Alex opened my bedroom door. She approached
the bed slowly and smiled down at Sandra.
	"You're going to give our Brothers so much pleasure," Doris Alex
whispered leaning down and kissing Sandra's hair.
	Doris Alex straightened and looked at me.
	"Samantha called," she said. "It's time."
	I was dressed and out of my bedroom in five minutes. Doris Alex
and Melisa waited for me in the living room.
	My First kissed me before joining Sandra on my bed.
	"I'll drive you to the airport," Doris Alex told me.
	I nodded and followed her to the car.
	"Sandra's going to have to live in the house until she leaves for
her indoctrination," she said as we pulled onto the highway. "There are
enough rooms, but it will be better if she doesn't sleep alone for
awhile."
	"Why?" I asked.
	"She has to stay in the house to get away from people like
Caroline," she told me.
	"So you know what Caroline said to her," I said blankly.
	"Melisa didn't want anything to do with the house design because
the sisters chose not to make you a part of their choice. Your First was
very unhappy with everyone involved after what Michael told her. She
chewed up the sorority officers and spit them out. Caroline wishes she had
gotten off that easy," Doris Alex said with a smile. "Caroline isn't
stupid enough to try Melisa for a second round, so she went after the
Sibling candidates. It's not hard to figure out which sisters or pledges
have our attention."
	"Caroline didn't go after you?" I asked smiling out the car
window.
	"I've made it clear that I've been waiting for Caroline to give me
a dirty look since I became a pledge," Doris Alex said viciously. "She is
very lucky to be graduating this semester, I would have to do something
about her if she didn't."
	I smiled wider and shook my head.
	"The fucking idiot went after the Sarahs first."
	"That's pointless," I snorted.
	"Exactly," Doris Alex replied happily. "Sarah-D explained very
politely that she shared everything with Sarah-M, especially good dick.
Sarah-M said that sadly no man had been able to deal with their desire to
share equally. At that point, a table full of Michael's frat brothers
volunteered to try the whole being shared thing. What the fuck made
Caroline think the dining hall was a good place to pull that bullshit?"
	I shrugged in reply.
	"The conversation disintegrated when the Sarahs started arguing
about who would get your dick inside them first," Doris Alex said.
"Caroline should have learned her lesson, but instead she went after Emily
in the chapter house lounge."
	"That must have been rough on Emily," I said.
	"You would think so," Doris Alex said with a nod. "There were
plenty of sisters ready to jump in and defend her, but Emily sat there
listening to everything Caroline had to say. The little bitch asked
Caroline if she needed to borrow a vibrator because she seemed uptight."
	Doris Alex broke into laughter at the memory.
	"Caroline was so pissed off she lit into Sandra right away," Doris
Alex said. "I think she really hurt Sandra."
	"She did," I said. "But it's okay."
	"No, it's not, David!"
	"You've been inside all your life, Doris Alex," I told her. "There
isn't an opinion outside the Brotherhood that you give a fuck about.
Sandra did care, but Caroline showed her even in a sisterhood you can't
change the opinions of people who look down at you."
	"So?" Doris Alex asked.
	"Sandra only has to worry about my opinion of her now," I
answered. "Soon, it will be other Brothers' opinions; but unlike Caroline
we're naturally inclined to like Sandra."
	"Okay," Doris Alex said. "In that case, it's a good thing she's
going to be staying in your home. Like I said, she shouldn't sleep alone,
but it's very important that you give her every opportunity to be your
pleasure."
	"Like with Alyssa?" I asked.
	"Yes," she replied. "If your dick is hinting at hardness, stick it
in Sandra just in case."
	I shook my head at the image.
	"If that's how much attention a Sibling candidate requires, it's
going to be rough when the time arrives for the others," I pointed out.
	"One of the others joining the house will make it easier," she
told me. "They will be their own little group. We can give them a room
because they will have someone to sleep with. Having someone else also
reinforces your place in the world! You are a Brother, David; I want to be
reminded of that every day. Believe me, candidates who've made their
decision need it in their face constantly."
	"So not as much fucking when one of the others moves in," I said
jokingly. "I was beginning to think that finally I would be able to
compete with Michael in that arena."
	She pulled the car to the side of the road and turned to look at
me.
	"David, any Sibling would relieve you; any time, any place, any
way you want," she said in a deeply hurt voice. "Why do you still
masturbate?"

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