The girl:

God it is hot! He said to himself as he rounded the turn at the end of his third mile. Checking his pulse he found it a bit higher than normal at this distance. Running at home was totally different than running down in Alabama in early September. He knew it would be different, but not this different. I'd hoped after a week I would be better acclimated. That first run was even worse, lucky it was overcast!

The temperature wasn't all that much hotter, but the oppressive humidity was murder. He decided to stop after three miles and let his heart calm the hell down. Being forty-five probably isn't helping either.

Greg slowed down and moved to the outside of the track. As he passed his bag he snagged a water and started walking to cool down. Coming around the inside of the track was a girl. She was already on the track when he showed and was still running. She was cute, but so young, only about 5'1, 90 lbs, if that, with slim hips and not much chest. She didn't look stringy like a lot of runners did, she looked very feminine, but the fact she was still on the track and had lapped him earlier burned just a tiny bit. If I was still in my twenties I could have run her legs off.  As he looked he realized she had nice legs. Okay, you dirty old man, get your mind out of the gutter. She's younger than both of your kids!

Greg completed two laps walking, taking small sips of water and cooling down. He came around for his last lap and saw the girl sitting down not far from his bag. As he reached for it she asked, "Do you happen to have another water in there?"

"Sure!" He pulls one out. "It's not cold."

"That's okay; ice water right now might kill me." She smiled. "Thanks! I can't believe I forgot mine."

"You ran what, more than five miles, without water in this heat? Are you nuts?"

"I started not too long before you got here. I was glad to see you; I felt weird on the track alone. As for the water, I'm trying to acclimate myself so when the soocer season starts I don't wimp out."

She had a sweet voice, some accent, but not a strong one. "So you're not a local?"

"Oh I am, but foolish me, I didn't keep up my workouts over the summer. I go to school here." She waved her arm in the general direction of the campus. "You certainly don't sound like a local."

"No, I'm out of New York for a workshop at the Tech-Center."

"Okay, New York, I have some advice. Run in the mornings here, afternoons are a killer. Only we masochists run in the afternoons."

She paused to drink more water, "Hey, hold my feet will you?"

She stretched them out toward him and he grasped her ankles. She raised her knees and started crunches, a lot of them. No wonder she was so fit.

The dirty old man in him stirred again. Her running shorts were the loose leg type and he could see down her thigh and realized she wasn't wearing panties. Damn, my jock was getting tight all of a sudden. She did well over 100 crunches and as hard as he tried not to look, he did, and felt guilty about enjoying the view.

"I never wear panties when I run; the cotton gets sweaty and bunches up in the worst places."

"What?"

She laughed. "It's okay to look. I wasn't flashing you, but it's just there. I'm not ashamed of my body, so you can look if you want."

He let go of her ankles and made to leave, embarrassed by her openness.

"Besides if you hadn't looked I would have thought you might be gay."

"Why would that be important?"

"Because running turns me on," she said stripping off her shorts and opening her legs.

"Girl, get your shorts back on, we are in the open here."

"Not really, the track is in a depression, only people on the track can see us if we stay low. And no one comes out here in the heat of the day."

She laid back, pushed her sports bra up and rubbed her small titties and stretched her legs wide. He couldn't take his eyes off that pussy.

For a moment he was transported back to college. "Girl, you don't even know me."

"I know, that's what makes it fun. Look, I am clean, an athlete. You look like a straight-laced family man who knows how to take care of himself. Just relax and go with the flow for this once. You never know where it will lead." She said this as she opened up her pink, puffy pussy with two fingers on each side of her labia. "I can tell you are interested." She dropped her gaze to his cock.

He dropped his water, knowing he was in trouble already. Visions of public humiliation if campus security busted them faded as she put a finger into her cunt. All other thoughts went away as the blood filled his other head.

He knelt between those tight thighs and kissed her inner thigh.

"You are going to have to go higher than that to get a reaction."

He looked at her pretty pink pussy again as she opened her lips with her fingers. Her clit was prominent, showing how turned on she was. He leaned down and tasted her. His last thought before he tore off his shorts was, What does pink taste like?

She climaxed quickly and then rolled over onto her knees. "Fuck me like a dog!"

He filled her up, she was so tight! As tight as the two virgins he deflowered decades ago. When she was moving with him she made one last command. "Spank my ass while we fuck!"

That was different, but once he got the rhythm down, he was enjoying it. He kept one hand on her hip and the other smacking her tight little ass as he plowed into her unmercifully. He knew in a vague way he shouldn't cum in her pussy, but the blood was boiling and he wasn't thinking all that well.

Busted:

"What the hell do we have here?"

He looked up in shock. Standing over the two of them were four college girls. He pulled out, but he had been too far gone. When he pulled out, he spurted cum all over the girl's ass and the back of her legs. He looked up again and saw the one thing worse than campus security — three camera phones pointed at the two of them. He scrambled for his shorts and covered up. The girl, whose name he didn't even know just laid there, cum on her ass and all.

"Very sexy!" said the obvious leader of the four girls, a pretty brunette with a smile that wouldn't be described as very nice. Her friends all nodded with various looks that frightened him.

"Who are you two?"

"Denise!" The girl said. He tried to mumble, but one of the girls had his bag and was looking at his wallet.

"His name is Greg, from up north. Oh, look a pic of the wife and kiddies. And Denise here isn't his wife."

"Awwww that is just too bad. Wait, did you say Denise?"

"Yes!" The girl said warily.

"You are staying the weekend with your sister Debbie, right?"

"Yes, how did you know?"

"We met on Friday at dinner. Debbie is trying to pledge to us. Oh, little Denise just wait until Debbie sees these pictures."

"You can't show them to her; she'll kill me!"

"Well whether or not we do depends on Mr. Greg here. What do you say, Mr. Greg, do you want to help our sorority with a little project or will I show these pics to Debbie, and the campus security, your school, and maybe the hometown papers?"

Greg knew he was truly fucked. He sat there wallowing for a moment when the lead girl spoke again.

"Denise, get your ass dressed and go with Beck here. Do what she says or Debbie will see the images and video this afternoon." Denise hung her head and obeyed.

"Now for you, Mr. Greg, I'm not sure what to do with you. We saw enough to know that it was mutual. She was getting exactly what she wanted. I would hate to have to tell your wife and boss."

Briefly, hope shone on his face.

"On the other hand, if we decide to forget about this, you owe us big. Since you are also from out of town, we can't let this be a long-term thing. You need to make us very happy this weekend and we will erase our phone memories of those pictures and Glenda's video phone.

She knew she had him when his shoulders slumped. "What do you want?"

"I don't know? Girls, any ideas?"

"Bree, we were talking about a party earlier."

"Glenda, that's a great idea. We need to throw one for our house and potential pledges. We also have to throw one for our brother fraternity and I would prefer to throw it before they throw one for us. Do you remember last year’s disaster?

"Okay Mr. Greg, here is the deal. You and Glenda will go do some shopping for the fixings for a party. You'll bring it to our house and set-up for the party. You can even attend, as long as you do exactly what we tell you to do. I promise that we'll forget the whole thing come tomorrow morning and you can go back home to the wife and kids without worrying about us, or the little slut who likes having her ass spanked. Deal?"

"That's a little opened ended, Bree?"

"You aren't in much of a negotiating position here. In fact . . . ," she looked down at her camera. ". . . it looks more like the doggie position. Okay, I will sweeten the deal a little. Our parties do tend to get a little wild. I can guarantee you will have a good time, I will personally see to it. After watching you eat that little slut and fuck her nicely I am sure more of our members will want to satisfy a little Daddy-complex with you. So there, I am offering a worry-free future after you fund a party that you will certainly enjoy. Do we have a deal or do I forward this picture to the cops?"

He folded, knowing she had the best hand. "OK, Bree, you win."

"Good, and for the record, it's Miss Bree, and this is Miss Glenda and Miss Christina. Miss Beck went with little Denise. But you will get to know us all better later. For now, take Miss Glenda and go shopping. She knows what we need."

Party prep:

Glenda followed Greg to his car and whistled approvingly. "A Mustang, very nice."

"It's a rental, Miss Glenda," he said sardonically.

"Oh drop the Miss unless Bree is within earshot. I don't want to piss her off either." Glenda grinned conspiratorially. "Just relax Greg, and go with the flow. It won't be that bad. If you play nice you will be in the clear."

Her words again filling Greg with some hope and on their way to wherever they were going, he was mentally abusing himself for getting into this predicament.

Glenda kept talking. "Actually when she spotted you, she was told us to take the pics to just have a good laugh and embarrass you. It wasn't until she knew who you were fucking did she decide to punish you a bit. If you were in my cunt she would have pretty much ignored you and given me hell." She leaned over in the seat and put her hand in Greg's lap. He jumped.

"Relax. I liked watching, it makes me horny. My point of view is that if the little slut wanted to fuck, she should be free to do it. It's none of our business if you’re married or not." Glenda slowly stroked his cock through his shorts while she talked.

"If Bree hadn't been there I might have just come over and put my pussy to your face while you spanked the girl. Or maybe to her face? I wonder if she ever ate a pussy."

Glenda felt his cock jump a little. "That's better Greg. No reason not to enjoy yourself."

"Where to Glenda?"

"Perfect. Let's go to your hotel because you need a shower and a change . Then we can go shopping and back to the house before six. A couple of hours set up and the party will start about eight."

"You mean to go through with it?"

"Hell yes. I love our parties, they do get wild." She squeezed his cock. "Plus right now Bree is passing the word to select friends and our brother frat that tonight will be fun. We also have eighteen girls trying to pledge, but only six openings, so there will be eighteen very compliant little pussies to play with. You will also get an eyeful of guys, girls, guys with girls, girls with girls, and maybe even a little guy on guy if you are into that"

They pulled into the parking lot and Glenda got out with him. "I can shower and change by myself."

"I just want to make sure you do it quickly. You disappear on me and Bree will be furious."

Up into the room, Glenda took a little more charge.

"Why don't you strip before you hit the shower; I didn't get a good look at you at the park. Relax, that wasn't an order. I am not holding my phone over you; I just want to see you. You probably figured out already that I am a bit of a slut myself. Fuck, in fact . . ." She pulled out her phone and hit a few buttons. ". . . there, memory erased. It's all gone. You have nothing to fear from me."

"That doesn't help me with your friends."

"I know, but please Greg, play along with us. I will help make sure the other phones are cleaned off. This is a chance for a great time! You'll see, just get in the right frame of mind and enjoy it. If you get pissy, Bree might carry through with her threat. Now for me, just me, please strip so I can see you."

Greg did and Glenda's eyes glowed in appreciation. His license might say he's 45, but he looked better than most guys. Slim waist, not a six-pack, but smooth. Light hair, great ass, probably from running. Good cock too, although it was soft at the moment.

"Thanks, I can be sure you will have fun tonight, maybe more than you think. Go get clean."

He got out of the showerand came into the room in a towel.

The bed was turned down and a naked Glenda was in the middle of it. "Did you like it with her playing with herself before you ate her?"

She started teasing her cunt, knowing it won't take long after all the excitement of the afternoon. She was horny and Greg's cock just poked out of the towel confirming he was getting more into the spirit of things to come.

Later they left the Drury, Greg more relaxed and Glenda satisfied, but now even more excited. Greg didn't hesitate to eat her and fucking her doggy style. What rocked her world was that after he came in her, he didn't raise too much of a complaint when she straddled his face and he sucked his cum from her pussy and rimmed her asshole. God, he was perfect!

They hit several stores and overloaded the Mustang with cold beer and other alcohol. The last stop was more problematical for Greg. They hit an ATM and maxed out his debit card's cash limit. Then they went downtown and Glenda negotiated for something.

"Glenda …"

"Relax Greg, it's the 21st century. Besides it's nothing hard-core, just some 'E' to help folks relax."

He shut up remembering just how he got into this situation and no amount of sex was going to make him like buying any sort of drugs.

Back at the house, Greg got to meet the rest of the sorority. The girls ranged from pretty to stunning and each one welcomed him with a kiss. Bree made no mention of the pics, so Greg was relieved.

Glenda took the Mustang after ice while Greg set up the coolers and a bar. Every few minutes another girl would come by to check on him and check him out. Most expressed their appreciation for him hosting their party and after a while, the kisses and touches were enough to make him forget how he got there. Having over twenty pretty girls kiss you, push your hand between their legs and grope your cock would make any man forget most things. Just before eight, he was alone with Bree. The nervousness came back as he looked at her. She had changed into a short skirt and crop-topped blouse. Her breasts weren't bound in a bra and her sharp nipples threatened to tear holes in her top. She was in sandals that laced up her legs. If it wasn't for the glint in her lovely brown eyes he would have just stared in appreciation.

"Glenda tells me you were a perfect gentleman this afternoon. I'm glad you are seeing this my way. As you probably noticed I haven't told the rest of the girls about the incident. You only have us four to worry about. Now, for the early part of the party, just bartend. It'll be mostly beer, but some of the guys will want other drinks. Just dish it out for them. Glenda told me your reservations about the other stuff, so I won't have you messing with it. Things will loosen up afgter a while. At that point, I'll be back to give you your instructions. In the meantime, just make sure you keep the four of us very happy, no matter what we ask of you and tomorrow you will be extremely happy!"

The Wild Party:

She left and Glenda came back in. "You all set Greg?"

"I guess so. Bree mentioned I was a gentleman?"

"Well you don't think I was going to mention the hotel room, did you?"

"I wasn't sure."

Glenda came behind the bar and snuggled up for a kiss and a grope. "I am so looking forward to later, especially knowing how you like eating pussy. Beck made mention how neglected her cunt was, so she'll probably be the first in line. I also know Mandy and Chris liked the look of you and are already planning some action. Christina prefers girls more, so you might not get to taste her at all, but you will get an eyeful. OK, I gotta go and meet and greet. You stay here and be a good boy." She bent down and kissed his cock through his Dockers. "You too!"

Greg stood there still not sure what to do. He heard people coming in and pretty soon he was too busy to do much thinking. He had no idea how many guys and girls had come in, but they went through some serious beer and wine. Not as many for the scotch and harder stuff. True to Bree's word, he didn't see a single pill going down. He avoided alcohol and stuck to soft drinks. By ten he was feeling a bit lightheaded, also by ten, the front of his Dockers had small pre-cum stains as various girls came by getting him worked up and then left him horny. Maybe that's why the light-headedness. By eleven the party was getting hot!

The drink orders faded, but it looks like most of the partygoers had paired off. It wasn't quite boy-girl. He saw two guys entertaining a girl he was introduced to as Mandy, while Christina was having her own little sorority meeting in the corner with several girls. A few guys were watching appreciatively, but sooner or later someone would come for one of the girls. Greg thought about leaving, but as he leaned against the bar his legs weren't cooperating the way he thought they should. He was feeling a little drunk, but he hadn't had anything to drink. It dawned on him that they had managed to feed him something then Bree and Beck came by, neither wearing any clothing anymore. "Come on Greg, time to have some fun yourself."

The positioned him on his knees outside the bar and Bree pressed her pussy to his face as Beck slid under his ass and took his cock in her mouth. He wasn't hard right away and vaguely added that to why he was feeling off-kilter. He almost balked at Bree's cunt until she grabbed his head and pulled him to her. "Remember the pictures, Greg!"

The reason he tried to back away was her cunt was already full and not his! Some other guy had spunked in her and she wanted him to eat it. The mouth on his cock and the hand squeezing his balls multiplied his confusion. He ate her, but not to orgasm, just enough to suck down the cum from her pussy. When he was done she kissed him and thanked him. "Now I can go back for more and not worry about getting all sloppy!"

Behind her was Glenda, her pussy inflamed from sex and another load of cum for him. He heard the word spreading, "He loves cream pie!" Some of the girls got excited, but some of the guys weren't. He got pulled into the center of the large living room and kept getting wet, creamy cunts put to his mouth. Each cunt licked ended with a kiss that got messier as the night went on. He got dizzier and soon needed help staying on his knees. At that point, they just laid him on his back and kept up putting cummy cunts on his face. He felt a pussy wrap around his cock and there seemed to be a break in the action he looked and saw Denise fucking him through his blurry vision.

Beck was kneeling next to him. "She is a real slut as she showed me all afternoon. I thought she would be the perfect person to help relieve your frustrations."

Denise came on his cock just as he came into her. It was too late, he was too far gone. She fucked like a woman possessed and he responded as best he could. In the background, he could hear clicks and see flashes of light, but whatever they had given him was interfering with his thought processes. Denise even kissed and licked his cum covered face.

After that, the night was a blur. Pussy was all there was, but it was all he could do to keep up with it. He had no idea how many times he had swallowed but he felt full and a little sick to his stomach. He was left for a while on the floor, exhausted and covered in cum while the party continued around him.

Then nearing three he felt something near his mouth and he opened it by reflex. A cock pushed it and he found himself sucking his first cock.

He got pulled up onto his hands and knees and he heard chanting. "Go, Go, Go." Like he was at a football game, he opened his eyes, barely able to see because of the combination of dried and wet come on his face. Denise cleaned his face and he could see she had done her own share of eating cock and pussy tonight. She smiled and kissed his cheek, and then he saw what was in front of him. A young athletic guy with a very large cock whose head was already in his mouth and the guy was pushing to put more in. Greg tried to pull back but there were people on each side of him holding him in place. He just didn't have the will to resist after so many hours of oral service. The cock pushed in, almost making him gag and the chant changed, "Suck it, Suck it, Suck it."

Denise got under him and took his cock in her mouth. She was also playing with his balls and worked a slippery finger into his ass. He felt like it wasn't happening to him almost like he was watching from the outside. Denise kept fucking his asshole with a finger in time with the guy pushing his cock in and out of his mouth. Glenda knelt, "You have no fucking idea how hot you look like that. I promised you a little guy on guy action. I did lie a little bit, there are no gay guys in the frat, but several are bi because they know how hot it makes us."

He should have expected it when the chant changed again. "Fuck him, Fuck him, Fuck him" and he felt something larger than Denise's finger pressed against his asshole. Denise was still swallowing his cock and the one in his mouth was getting bigger. He knew exactly what was about to happen, but was powerless to stop it. His mind was muddled, but not enough so he didn't know that he was about to swallow cum right from the source. The guy came with surprising force, making him gag, some dripped down onto Denise's belly. "Swallow, Swallow, Swallow" filled the air as he tried to handle the volume of cum hitting his mouth.

As the cock pulled out, spraying his face, he collapsed down on Denise's belly; mindless of putting his face in the sperm he had missed swallowing. He tried to collapse completely, but he was still supported below the waist and the cock in his ass was going faster and faster, it hurt, but no one seemed to care.

He was lifted back up and another cock was presented to him. Without any argument, he opened his mouth and sucked it quickly. He never saw the look of victory on Bree's face as she high-fived Glenda, Beck, and Christina.

Denise got back up and a guy replaced her under Greg. After the next cock in his mouth came, his face was pushed down into a 69 with another guy as his ass was still being punished. Denise went over the kissed Beck and then the others. Christina took her upstairs to spend the night. At the top of the stairs, Christina took one last picture of the scene below her. Greg was locking into 69 with one guy, four more were standing over then puling on their cocks, three more had already cum on them, while Jake, the largest cock on campus was oiling his meat to finish breaking in poor Greg. Christina shuddered for a second, remembering her initiation and having Jake in her pussy. She couldn't imagine having him up her ass. Bree waved a kiss at the departing girls while the rest stood on the outside taking pictures.

Party Aftermath

Greg woke up on the kitchen floor. He had no idea how he got there, but someone tossed a cold pan of water on him, forcing him to wake up. Sitting in front of him were his four judges. It was morning, fairly early. They were still naked, but much cleaner than they had been last night. He was a fucking wreck. He could barely stand, his stomach was hurting, his jaw felt dislocated, the burning in his ass made hemorrhoids feel pleasant.

"Time to get up Greg," Bree said in a tired voice.

Greg sat on the floor. Glenda handed him another pan and a cloth. "I suggest you clean up a little before you go back to your hotel. It's early on a Sunday, so you probably won't get much notice."

"Careful — after last night?"

"Oh relax. We are all clean, that's the only requirement to come to one of our parties. The other girls were amazed at your stamina. You impressed a lot of people last night! And Jake, the captain of our football team thinks you have a hot ass!"

Greg flushed and started to get up.

"Don't get crappy now, Greg. You fulfilled your part of the bargain. Each of the girls was holding their phones and pulled out the batteries." "As you can see, all memories erased."

"What about the stuff taken last night?"

"Oh, I don't think you have to worry about that. In the crush of the bodies, I am sure some people have a keepsake, but nothing that would hurt you."

Throughout this discussion, Glenda just smiled at him. "Go on girls, I'll see he gets off okay.

She got down on the floor with him and sponged off the physical remains from last night. His hair was matted and no amount of cold water was going to do much. But she got it off his skin and even tenderly cleaned his ass and cock. She took him in her mouth one last time, but it hurt too bad; he was raw,

"You were great last night, Greg! You really should be proud of yourself."

"It's over, right?"

"As long as you want it to be, you will always be welcome back for another round if you want." She helped him get dressed, in clothes that smelled of beer and whatever else. Here is my email address, if you need it. Just try and remember the fun stuff. You got to eat so much pussy! I know Bree figured you for the four of us, but once the other girls saw how much you liked it, they wouldn't leave you be. To a woman, they were complimenting you on your tongue!"

"And the guys?"

"OK, that one did take me off guard, but you seemed into it. Well anyway, it happened and we all had fun. Now you get to go home and be a straight family man, but you have one hell of a memory for the rest of your life!"

She helped him out to his car, making sure he had his wallet, keys, and everything else. She kissed him again and sent him on his way.

He tried to forget, but the image of a smiling Glenda kept interrupting his dreams. While some aspects were painful, Glenda was sweet! He spent another week in Alabama before going home. On his last night, he came back up to his hotel and found Glenda in his bed.

"I forgot to mention it; I stole one of your card keys."

She was naked and in his bed. "Come on, I know you are leaving tomorrow. I thought I could leave you with one last taste of Alabama."

"Does Bree know you are here?"

"Fuck no! This is just for me! Now come here and let me check and see if you are all healed from your little adventure."

He hesitated.

"I could call Jake and see if he wants to 'see' you again? He has been over twice and asked about you. He liked your ass!"

Greg stood there, not sure what he should do. He did lock the door and check the bathroom. Yes, they were alone. He stripped and got into bed with her. She was gentle as she took him in her mouth. The raw feeling was gone and her warm mouth instantly reminded him of the other night. She sucked him hard but then surprised him by rolling over."

"Doggie again?"

"No," she said handing him a small tube. "Do my ass, only lube it up good!"

His cock throbbed as he kissed her beautiful ass and complied with her desires. Her ass felt tighter than Denise's pussy, the pussy that got him into all this. No, that's not true; my cock got me in trouble, at my age I should have been able to walk away. He dropped that thought as he enjoyed Glenda one final time.

Home, finally:

Greg flew home and for the next couple of weeks pretended to be suffering a cold, knowing his family would keep their distance. This gave the last few marks on his body time to heal, particularly the fucking hickey Glenda left on his ass. He also was afraid that something else might have been there so he picked a new doctor and got checked out for anything unusual, fortunately, Bree's comment about being clean was correct. So after three or so weeks, things had returned to pretty normal, well for the most part. Greg was still troubled by dreams of a smiling Glenda and a frowning Bree and the mental image of a huge cock moving toward his face that just wouldn't let go.

The good parts made him horny and the bad parts made him mad, not necessarily the best combination. The fact they slipped him something ticked him off! He never considered himself a dirty old man, but now every girl he looked at made him think of someone he tasted at Bree's party.

One day an email popped in from Glenda. Just a little 'hi and how are you doing' type of email. It was sweet. He thought about not responding, but she was still on his mind a lot. They started an email or two a week and then met in chat once in a while. She shared with him some of the photos other people had taken a the party and there was one super clear one of him laying on the floor, cum drenched face and chest, Denise riding his cock, and another cock coming on her. If it wasn't for how his face could be seen it would have been arousing, as it was it frightened him. Glenda seemed to mean well and no mention of blackmail or other threats. She sent a few more, but of other people at the party. He did get a laugh at seeing Bree stuffed in three holes; he just wished she had choked on it. There were two of Glenda, one of her riding him and another of her smiling face. He was so out of it for most of the party he didn't even realize she had gotten on him.

It brought back the nervousness, but it also made him feel . . . different. As awful and expensive as much of the party was, there were parts he had to admit he enjoyed.

Greg gets mad
 

Three months after his trip Greg found something unusual. There was a website someone told him about, a website for people to post and read stories of all types. He bookmarked it and one evening he went there and was reading all sorts of stories. Much of the writing was perfunctory sex, but some of it was quality.

Once section, Non-Consent, caught his eye when he was looking down the list of newly posted stories and saw one called "Sorority Party" Intrigued he clicked the link and was horrified.  It was described as "Older man gets coerced into putting on a party for a sorority and ends up doing things he never dreamt of."  He scanned the story and realized that some of the names were different and some of the high-level details were changed, but everything else was there.

He read the story partly through and almost lost his lunch at the descriptions of what the main character had gone through. In many ways, it came across as much more brutal than what he remembered. The cruelty was more on display and there was very little about the kindness of Glenda.

He read it carefully and realized there were a lot of differences as well as similarities. Some could be explained by someone trying to hide details, but others were glaringly different. The physical descriptions of the girls were dead on, easily bringing to his mind Denise, Bree, Christina, Beck, and Glenda. But the description of him was miles off. This guy was shorter in all aspects, a swimmer not a runner, and sounded like he had a pretty belligerent attitude. This story took place not at the track but the college pool. A very young girl seduces a businessman there for a seminar. They are busted by camera-wielding sorority sisters. The party took place at a remote lake cabin and went a full three days. The man fought back more than Greg had and needed to be restrained. It cost him a lot more money too, alcohol and food for three days, plus more in the drug department. And the things they had him do made Greg's party a walk in the park.

The more he read those descriptions the more real the party had become and on one hand, he realized how much worse it could have been for him. On the other hand, had they done this before or since his trip? At least in the sorority house near a street, he could have made some sort of escape. But thinking harder, he was more compliant than the guy described in the story. He didn't fight back hard, Glenda being decent helped there. By the time the more objectionable stuff happened during the party, he was drugged and a bunch of pics of him screwing Denise had been taken so if he had tried anything they would have either blackmailed him more or even tied him up. He was in no shape to fight back and the story clearly describes how the athletes of the brother fraternity made sure the guy didn't go anywhere. Greg shivered as he realized how bad it could have become.

The story also told of much more abuse by Denise, called Debbie here. It looked like they tried to use the threat of rape of the young girl to control him, but he didn't seem to care, so they took much stronger measures. No bartending, He spent the first part of the party tied to a table and was pretty much ignored.

Shit, a needle! They injected him with something rather than feeding it in food or drink, or at least that's how Greg thought they drugged him.

The sex was rougher and dirtier; they seemed to enjoy degrading him with more than just cum filled pussy and cocks. God, if Bree had gone shopping with him, he might have found himself in a similar situation because Glenda seemed to be a calming influence!

The author's profile was for a male in the Southwest. For just a second Greg thought maybe it was one of the sorority girls posting a fictional account of how she saw the party. If still could be fiction, but re-reading the physical descriptions of the five girls made him think not. They were too close, and it included Denise's outie of a belly button and Bree's sardonic comments. This guy has been where I thought I had thought I been the only one.

The site didn't show the author’s email address, but it did give his chat user id. Greg checked out the chat profile and saw a picture of the guy. He was just what the story described! Greg also sent a chat request, an offline, from his blank chat account with a Hotmail e-mail address, the nearest thing to anonymous he could come up with on the spur of the moment.

Several days later while in the middle of a chat session with Glenda; Greg received an email from the story author. They arranged a chat session for the next evening.

He said goodnight early to Glenda, too afraid of revealing something he had learned.

Nervous, the next night Greg booted up his machine in time for his chat session with John, the author of the story.

"Hi John, this is Greg, the guy who emailed you."

"Hi. So you liked the story?"

"Not really, it is very similar to something that happened to me and it got me curious."

"Really? Well if it did, I wouldn't be surprised. I figured out a long time ago those bitches had done this before. Hang on, I want to make sure who I am talking to, do you have a webcam?

"No, sorry."

"OK, we need to talk on the phone. One of my worries is one of the bitches reads the story and starts hassling me again. They helped break up my marriage and forced me to move to get away from their harassment."

"John, I am not sure I am ready to talk too openly yet."

"Shit, okay, here is my cell. You can call me. I want to hear a male voice, but before I go into details, I want your landline to know you aren't in Alabama."

Crap, his story didn't mention the place. He had been there with the same girls! "Fuck it, my landline is ###-###-####. Call now. You mentioned Alabama, now I am convinced."

On the phone, John gave Greg the same story as he had written.

"I still need to be sure before I tell you the things I left out. I'm going to send you a part if a pic, see if anyone looks familiar."

Greg downloads the file and sees instantly Bree kissing Denise. He sees John in the background, on a table. "John, that's Denise and Bree the ringleader."

"FUCK!"

"John, what? Did you think I was kidding you?"

"No, Greg, not you. The little girl was the one who suckered me at the pool with the same fucking story. Her older sister was a pledge; she was staying in the dorm with her. We got conned! Did they drug you?"

"Yea slipped it into some food or my soft drink."  I relayed my story in more detail. He disagreed with me about Bree's role, saying she tried to mediate when he fought back. This other girl was the bitch pushing things.

John sent Greg another picture and he said. "Glenda! She was the one trying to keep me calm and has acted like a nice girl who just loved to fuck."

John said, "She was a stone-cold bitch. Bree kept trying to calm things down until I was drugged. Bree even emails me today, I just refuse to rspond.

"FUCK Me! John, ever hear good cop, bad cop?"

"Yeah?"

"I think we got played even more than we knew. Glenda had sex with me in my hotel before the party. She was the one who acted nice and emails with me today. Bree tried to do that with you. I think they have refined their game plan to get guys more involved until it's too late. I didn't fight nearly as much as you did and one reason was Glenda. If you were more cooperative, I bet Bree would have been a real sweetheart to you."

"That makes sense. I bet they do this pretty regularly with the different girls playing the roles. All except for sweet little Denise who seems to be the hook."

Son-of-a-bitch! Greg's anger started burning.

Greg wants to get even

Greg took vacation time and told his wife it was a business trip. With all that happened, he still had no idea how to tell her not only what happened, but how he and some friends were going to deal with it. He remembered where the sorority house was, and in thinking about it, it was pretty far off-campus. Maybe it wasn't a real college house, but that didn't matter. He took a corner parking spot where he could watch the house. It was the middle of the AAMU semester and his view of the driveway paid off shortly. A small Honda with Bree and Glenda pulled in. Bree said something and Glenda smacked her arm in play. They looked like two perfectly ordinary college kids. Denise and several other girls came out a few minutes later.

He buried his anger deep and continued observing the house from behind heavily tinted windows. On his third hour observing, his phone rang. It was time.

Greg watched from the corner as a white van pulled up in front of the house. It was early enough that most of the house was empty. He knew Glenda, Bree, and Denise were still inside. He watched two people get out of the van. He was surprised, only expecting one. Just as they got out, several girls left the house. He saw Bree and Denise with them. He lifted his camera and zoomed in. Cydne, as expected, and Tracy, Rob's neighbor. "Interesting, I guess they changed plans after I headed down."

Cyd looked toward him and then she pulled a clipboard out and they went towards the door.

With the theme song for "Mission Impossible" playing in her mind, Cydne knocked on the door twice. Tracy was calmer than she was, but then nothing ever seemed to get her uptight. Cyd was nervous because what she was about to do was illegal. What she helped Rob with recently might have become against the law, but it turned out not to be necessary (Referencing Conversations with Amy story). This time she was in the thick of it. They planned well and premised it with an email to the whole sorority. If they spoofed things right they should be expecting us.

The door opened and a slightly sleepy-looking girl, Cyd recognized her as Glenda, looked out at them and said hello. She saw Tracy and perked up just a touch.

"Hi, I'm Sue and this is Jan, we're here to do the network upgrade before the next semester?"

"Oh yea, I saw an email. You need access to the house?"

"Some of it is software on campus, but some are hardware upgrades for the hard-wire points."

"Okay, about how long?"

"You are?"

"Oh, I'm Glenda. I'm playing den mother for the week with our usual one on vacation."

"Hi Glenda, Cyd shook her hand. I'm pleased to meet you." Tracy also stuck out her hand and Glenda held it a touch longer. Cyd thought to herself, Rob is such a great student of human nature. Tracy was exactly what Glenda needed to be slightly off balance. I was worried about risking her, but Rob was right again. I better never play him in poker; he'd have me naked even if it wasn't a strip poker game.

Glenda opened the door wide and let them in. They stood in the foyer for a few minutes and went over the details.

"Okay, the house is pretty empty, but there are a few girls here. So knock carefully before you go into a room. I'm so glad the IT department sent women, sometimes the guys get so stupid."

"I know how that feels."

"It's my first time in a sorority, I love this house!" Tracy gushed, a little too much for Cyd's taste. But it looked like Glenda ate it up.

"I'll give you a tour later, will you have time?"

"It should take just a couple of hours."

"Sue, we aren't due to the other house until 1:00, we have plenty of time."

"Good so you aren't rushed. So do your thing, I'm going to get cleaned up and when you get done I will show Jan here the rest of the house."

"Sounds good!"

Glenda left them to their own devices and they got quickly to work. Three devices in the main room and a quick scan told them which rooms they would put the rest. A quick trip to the attic, where they added some more equipment and they finished in only twenty minutes. The devices were set, now to test, but first.

"Glenda, there you are." Jan found her in the kitchen.

"Hi Jan, want some coffee?"

"I would love some!" She poured herself a cup and sat next to the college girl.

"What about your partner?"

"Sue is busy with a check. She didn't need me so I decided to do some exploring." She turned and her knee touched Glenda's thigh.

Glenda almost choked on her coffee but caught herself. Jan was certainly sexy enough, but she had to leave shortly. Little did she know that Jan knew her schedule as well as she did, courtesy of Greg.

"Jan, I have to go in a bit, I'm afraid I won't be available for your tour. But you can come back anytime you want for it!"

"Really?"

"Really! So nothing between you and your partner there?"

"Oh, she's great but straight. I had a good feeling when I saw you looking at my boobs that you weren't as straight."

"Not me!"

As the words left her mouth, Tracy kissed her! Glenda's mind went twang as Tracy's tongue pushed in forcibly. In a few seconds, Tracy had her lying on the kitchen table and was frenching her mouth while pushing her thigh up between the sorority girl's legs. Glenda wasn't resisting, she was pushing back as hard as she could with her hips. She got close to an orgasm and Cyd walked into the kitchen.

"Why you little slut!" She exclaimed.

Tracy jumped up, now oblivious to a very excited Glenda on the table. "Sue, I can explain."

"I don't want to hear it. Look you want to be gay, fine, but you can get us both fired for screwing around on the job! Get your ass off that girl!"

She got down while Glenda got up on her elbows. "Sue, trust me, it was mutual."

"I guessed that from feeling the vibes at the door. But there is a time and place for everything and if one of your other sisters came in she might raise a ruckus and then Jan and I might be unemployed."

"So you work for IT?"

"Contractors actually for this job, we do good and we can be eligible for more work. But if this little slut gets busted it cooks my business."

"You call her a slut?"

"Hell yeah, after what I caught her doing on another job, I don't give a shit what she does, but she doesn't do it on my time!"

"How about off the clock? We're planning a party in a couple of weeks; I would like you both to attend?"

"Jan in a house full of horny women, no thanks!"

"Trust me; there will be enough cock for you."

"No thanks, I prefer my nights on the quieter side. Jan, you can go, just no front-page stories. I will fire you if my business suffers."

"OK, Sue."

"In the meantime, we have to scoot. Got a call from the help desk, we have to go check out a network issue. So long Glenda."

They shook hands very professionally, but Glenda feels the warmth of her hand and suddenly wished Sue had been the one kissing her. Jan hugs her goodbye and kisses her neck while Sue watches amused. Then Sue does a small thing out of character and purses her lips and blows Glenda a kiss. Maybe Sue isn't as straight as Jan thinks? She thought watching them go down the walk. I wonder if the two of them . . . no, best not go there. But that would be a nice mental image the next time I'm alone and need to take things in my own hands. Sue was a knockout; I just don't think I saw her clearly after super-sexy and pushy Jan got my attention.

Revenge is a dish, best served cold

Glenda sat in her room, eyeing the sealed boxes that soon will be on their way back to her family. The rest of the house was already empty. Good, because she couldn't face them again. They refused to believe that she was as lost and befuddled as they were. First the busted party! They might have been able to talk their way out of it if the cops hadn't found the E! She remembered as if it had just happened.

Glenda straddled the current victim while Denise emptied another cream pie on his face. She was glad she didn't have to see the asshole again after tonight. It was Beck's turn to play nice and Chis' to be the bitch. She got to spend her whole afternoon with Denise, and a whole afternoon with D was worth it, god that girl was hornier than any guy and much more depraved. All that deviltry in as sweet and innocent a package that existed on Earth!

A loud crash got her attention and suddenly there were uniforms in the room cops and campus security. Bree was talking fast and for a moment Glenda was sure it was over, that they had busted in on a private party and advertising that fact wouldn't do anyone any good! Then the lone lady cop found the bag of E and things spiraled out of control. If the mark had just kept his fucking mouth shut, but Beck's plan to blame the drugs on him backfired when he sobered up and blew the whole thing. That was the first time they made the news!

In some ways I guess I can't blame him, they were threatening him with drug possession charges based on Beck's statements. I don't think they bought the whole story until the drug test showed someone coked him and he wasn't on E. Beck got busted on lying in a statement. Then they found the video on Denise's camera phone and we made the news for the second time, the national news!

Greg took his newly minted DVD of the CNN report over to Rob's to share. He joined a much larger group than he realized when he had asked Wit for his advice. He looked around the room at Rob and his wife Brenda, Amy and her husband Dave, Tracey sitting in Cydne's lap, Jessie sitting on Wit's, Donna and her girlfriend Suzi snuggled together on the floor, Wit's friend Gem and three others introduced as Nadine, Ronnie, and Sue, who was who was pretty fuzzy, but he finally got the whole story about Joanie and John moving (chronicled in 'Conversations with Amy'), most of how Wit and Jessie got together (Conversations with Jessie) -- although from the side glances there were parts of that story left out, and Donna's ex Frank getting busted (Conversations with Donna). There was cheering throughout the report, so without any further ado, he played it a second time.

The report started with the original complaint. An anonymous source called the cops and told them about the partying and drug in the house. Then the report got into the blackmail and drugging angle and went to town. Many of the girls were identified by name and Greg got especially happy when he saw they got them all!

At the end of the report's third run-through, Greg reached in his pocket for his newest purchase. A prepaid cell phone, virtually untraceable. The room got quiet.

"Hello, I'd like to speak to whatever reporter is handling the stories on those sorority girls."  A pause. "Yes, I have some information." A longer pause. "Yes? No, I'm not willing to answer questions. I came across something you need to see." He gave them the IP address. "You'll see what I mean."

When he hung up the group applauded him and he bowed. Cydne and Tracey also took a bow and so did Jessie who's thought up this little brainstorm.

Glenda looked down again, her anger and confusion evident to anyone who knew her. A website, a fucking website with live cameras showing everything in the house and being run off the school's network. Who did it? Who was making money off it? Her sisters, now her former sisters, blamed her. Then the school came down hard on them and that might have blown over, but that website! OMG, how long had someone been watching them? At first, she didn't believe it until she went to that site. She hit a few clicks and saw herself looking at herself in real-fucking-time. OMG! Then campus security came knocking and the University president wanted to talk to all the seniors about it. The evidence, all the evidence, the emails in her school account she never saw and the requests for membership -- complete with credit card information was the straw that drove her sisters away. Even Bree and Denise, who were involved from the start, turned their backs on her. No one would listen, they think she's been doing it for 3 years and pocketing a nice bankroll.

Denise was still in jail. The camera phone was the only hard evidence until the archives from the website showed Denise injecting something into their last victim.

Bree and Beck cursed when she couldn't help with bail for Denise. They all thought she was running the website behind their backs.

The calls made her turn off her cell. Sisters and their families threatening legal action for violating their daughters and running the website. She looked down at her crossed legs again.

She thought about the welcome home she was going to receive, her father didn't threaten, but the cold tone of his voice when the University President handed her the phone spoke volumes. She and the rest of the seniors were all expelled with all completed credits revoked! ‘And I was supposed to graduate this year,’ she thought. The other girls were moved to the dorm and can continue their education under the threat of suspension.

The last straw was the National President of her sorority calling her and lecturing her. She's another one considering legal action because of how she had tarnished the reputation of their sisterhood. The fax throwing her out of the Sorority was in one of the boxes. She didn't care which one. The story centered on her also made the National news, several times over.

She heard a car pull up and knew it was security. Professor Simpson, the butt of so many jokes, stood at her doorway. "It's time Miss Miles."

She stood and slowly left her room for the last time. Down the stairs where she had had so much fun over the past three years. Through the great room where . . . where the cops found her on her knees at the busted party. She walked out the door trying to keep her head up, but the sight of three of the former sisters standing there made her drop it again. No one said a word as she got into the campus security SUV. They were taking her to the airport to face the music from her family and the coming legal storm. As the SUV went around the corner, she saw another person standing next to a car watching. "Greg!" What the hell was Greg doing standing there? Did he also come to gloat after reading about what happened in the news? She looked down but looked up as the SUV finished turning the corner. She turned back to see Greg and then saw the ladies on either side of him. "OMG, that’s them! They did this?" She screamed and tried to open the door of the moving vehicle. But the door was locked from the front, like any security car. Professor Simpson just looked at her with contempt.

She turned one last time and saw Greg standing between Sue and Jan, the two computer technicians she met a couple of months ago. She broke down inside just when she thought she couldn't break down any longer. She knew who was responsible, she KNEW! But no one would believe her now!