Fresh Pt. 02

"Dude you need some practice!" Darius yelled laughing the fifth time Drew fell over.

After it was over, Drew felt like his body had been pressed by a steam roller.

"You did good, man," Darius said, patting him on the back. The two men retreated back to the shower.

Drew hid his sweaty naked body in the corner of the shower while Darius confidently washed himself.

"Man, there are some fine girls in here," he said, hitting Drew on the shoulder to turn around, "Check out that tall white girl in the corner."

Drew turned around. It was the goddess Ariella! Her perfect fit body was glistening with water and suds, and Drew's groin immediately hardened watching her rub her hands over her bare slippery skin.

"I got to talk to her," Darius said, and Drew's voice caught in his throat as the ripped black man headed over towards her.

Drew was rock hard watching the two. Darius's bulking black body towered over her, and Drew caught moments in which Ariella couldn't help but check out Darius's abs, chest, and thighs. No one had ever looked at Drew that way, of course, and it was thrilling to see a woman become so sexually aroused right before his eyes.

Darius couldn't keep his hands to himself. He slowly slid his arm around her waist, resting his palm of the top of her fine ass. Ariella was powerless but to lean her body towards him, opening herself up for sexual invitation.

Drew wanted so badly to reach down to his own groin and finish himself off to this scene, but he had promised Leah that he would refrain from that kind of thing....

Suddenly, Darius started walking back towards Drew, the beautiful Ariella right at his side.

"Hey Drew, this is Ariella," he said. Ariella smiled at him and Drew felt like he might explode.

"I told Ariella here all about our dorm, and she said she'd love to see it," Darius said with a sly smile, "But I got to go to practice for the next hour. Just take her back to our place, and she can wait for me to get back."

They stepped out of the shower where Ariella dried her body off with a white towel. Drew struggled to keep his boner down in his jeans as he redressed.

"See you, my man," Darius said before he left.

Ariella stood now, perfectly dressed and smiling right next to Drew.

"It's good to finally meet you," Ariella asked in a sexy Italian accent, "I know you well, Drew, from speaking with your girlfriend. I look forward to our conversation now. Please lead the way."

Chapter 19: Conversation

"What do you like to do, Drew?" Ariella asked, her English tingling with an Italian accent.

"Er, like hobbies?"

"Yes, hobbies," she asked coolly.

To be truthful, Drew didn't have any hobbies. He stammered something about studying and reading the news.

"That is very dull, to be quite honest," Ariella said emotionlessly.

Ariella gave Drew her background. She was raised on an island on the coast of Italy, where she learned dance from a series of private tutors. At age 14, she started modeling for Italian fashion magazines, but her parents insisted she attend college when she came of age. That was a couple years ago, and she had landed here.

"I dedicate most of my time to my sorority," she said, smiling, "But I still dance. And model, occasionally."

"Of course," Drew said, still too flustered to be coherent.

They walked silently up the steps of his dorm. When they reached the door, Drew held it open for Ariella, who thanked him politely.

"I remember this building," she said, "My boyfriend lived in these dorms our freshman year."

"Your boyfriend?" Drew asked, feigning ignorance. Of course he had facebook stalked Ariella's pictures and knew she was dating some senior named Spencer.

"Yes, my boyfriend. He is an American, like you. A white boy."

With so many black men on campus, it made sense that Ariella would identify him as white. Otherwise, it would have been obvious to assume that a complete goddess like Ariella would be dating a black man.

Of course, Drew knew this already from the nights he spent on her facebook page with his pants around his waist.

Inside their dorm, Drew sat on his bed against the wall, and Ariella sprawled out on Darius, kicking her long legs up tantalizingly.

"This is such a man's room," she said at the piles of Darius's stuff cluttering the floor. Then, she turned to her companion.

"Drew, have you ever been to Italy?"

"A couple times. Friends of my family have a villa there, and we would go for vacations when I was a child."

"Aha," she said, "You come from money."

"You could say that," Drew said.

"That is well. But you have been there, to Italy. May I ask what you thought of it?"

"It was beautiful," Drew answered. He remembered the lovely women dressed impeccably, driving along the coast of the island in expensive cars and diving into the sea from pristine beaches.

"Yes, very much so. But you here in America have something we do not have there, even if it is beautiful."

"What's that?" Drew asked.

Ariella gracefully gestured with her wrist for Drew to look around the room.

"The black American," she said, "Like your friend Darius. There's no one like him in Italy."

Drew would hardly call Darius his friend.

"One day, I must return to Italy, to my boring parents and their fancy parties and dull friends," she said, "And my boyfriend, the rich American, will become my fancy dull husband just the same.

"But before then, I want to be here, in America, and have some, how do you say? Fun. Does that sound terrible?"

"No not at all."

Ariella grinned, showing her perfect white teeth, and the whole room opened with her energy.

"What do you think of the African's cock?" she asked in her accent, as if it was the most normal thing in the world to ponder.

"Darius's? His, er, thing?"

"Yes, of course, you have seen it, in the shower and I am sure at other times."

"It's pretty big, I guess."

"It is," she said, "I am always amazed at their virility, even as I have seen many in my time here. America is a strange country that way."

"What do you mean?"

"Drew, I couldn't help but notice your own nudity in the shower earlier. Did you not think to contrast yourself to the African?"

"No, um, I guess I didn't."

"Compared to an Italian, your size is quite diminutive," Ariella said, "It is amazing the difference between the white man here and the white man there. At our coasts, we do not dress in the swimsuits you use, so even as a child I had seen the Italian roaming our beach with his hairy long penis dangling like a pendulum. And as I got older, I got to see them very up close." She mimed as if she were inserting a long thick dick between her lips.

"But when I arrived here," she continued, "It is quite different. You men are like small children." She held up her little pinky finger and wiggled it in the air. "I do not mean to offend, but it is a truth."

"No, I am not offended," Drew lied, feeling hurt and embarrassed.

"Yet even as the white man is so much more pathetic, the black man dwarves the Italian many times over. He carries such an intensity between his legs, it can be overwhelming for a woman like me."

She paused, clearly envisioning a thick cock clear in her mind.

"I feel much more a woman when I am with an African," she explained, "It is quite a sensation."

"I'm sure," Drew stuttered.

"I knew you would understand," she said pleasantly, extending her arm towards Drew, "It is in your nature to defer, is it not?"

She stretched her body across the bed, and Drew gulped taking in the gorgeous curves of her slim and perfect body.

"When I go to bed with the African, are you believing you will remain?"

"Remain? Like, in the room?" Drew worked his way through her broken English.

"Yes, I am asking if you are planning to try to watch us."

"Watch you, having sex with Darius?"

"Am I not making sense that you are repeating?" She looked Drew square in the eye.

"Because that would not be acceptable," she finished, "I understand that many white Americans find me beautiful and would enjoy to see me taken by the African, but it is not something I would allow."

"So you are asking me to leave?"

"I am not asking, white American," she replied.

Taking the cue, Drew stood up.

"When I am finished with him, I hope he will invite me back again," she said as Drew headed towards the door, "Because I very much enjoyed our conversation. With you, it feels like I am with one of my sorority sisters, and it is as if I can tell you anything."

"Thanks," Drew said, opening the door to leave.

"I assume you will try to pleasure yourself," she said to Drew, miming with her hand as if she were jerking off, "And I wish you good luck."

That was exactly what Drew wanted to do, but he remembered his promise to Leah.

"Goodbye, little white American," said the Italian goddess, the door hushing closed behind her.

Chapter 20: All Holes Available

When Darius arrived back, he didn't waste any time. He stripped Ariella down to her underwear and shoved her on the bed. He pulled out his thick penis and let her go to town, slobbering and gulping down inches of his dick like it was a lollipop at the county fair.

Drew could hear everything. He sat on the hallway floor with his back to the wall, listening to every tone of skin against skin as the two bodies collided in the bedroom.

"Fuck bitch you got a skilled mouth," Darius bellowed, his cock stuffing her cheeks and throat like a lozenge.

"MmmMMMmm," Ariella stammered, clearly too busy to enunciate.

Drew was rock hard. He would have given anything to have relief right there, but he had promised Leah he would save himself.

He pulled out his phone, deciding to text Leah instead of sitting and listening silently to this torture.

"Hey," he texted, just a single word.

Darius slipped his dick in and out of Ariella's face hole. The wet slippery noise of the frictionless pumping echoed out into the hallway.

"Fuck fuck fuck!" he yelled in rhythm as he destroyed the beautiful model's face.

Drew's phone buzzed. A response from Leah.

Leah: What's up sweetheart?

Drew furiously texted back. "What are you doing? Can I come by?"

Leah: Sweetheart, you know I'm busy with pledging. They've got us scrubbing the whole sorority house, it's just be and a couple other girls in our underwear scrubbing the floors with toothbrushes.

Drew couldn't help but be aroused by the image of his girlfriend's slim body half naked with a gaggle of other young women, working tirelessly until their taut bodies began to perspire...

"Fuck stick that big thing in me!" Ariella's voice pronounced.

Darius happily obliged, sliding his dripping hard dick down Ariella's trim body down to her snatch. He held himself by the base of his cock and shoved himself fully into Ariella's slippery thighs.

The room filled with the noises of their mutual pleasure. The wet threatening slap of Darius's balls against Ariella's ass, the animal grunting of Darius's effort, and the high pitched frantic moans from Ariella's lips as she realized she was powerless to prevent this man from giving her orgasm after orgasm.

Drew texted back to Leah. "Can I come by? I won't get in the way."

Leah: Sweetheart, that's not allowed. We have to do whatever the sorority tells us to do, and we'll be strictly punished if we have a visitor, even if it's you.

Drew: That's crazy, you really submit to that? Who makes these rules?

Leah: Drew, that's just how the sorority process works. The whole program is designed by our president, and she's a very lovely girl.

Drew listened to that sorority president, Ariella, was brutally ravaged by his roommate right on the other side of the wall.

As Drew texted on the floor, the moans coming from the room were obvious to anyone in the hallway. A boy who lived a couple doors down emerged, and as he walked by, Drew struggled to cover his erection with his hand.

"Holy fuck, what's going on in there?" he asked Drew with a grin.

"Uh, nothing," Drew lied, "He's got a visitor is all."

"Some visitor! Sounds like he is taking her to pound town. Was she hot?"

"Who, the girl?"

"Fuck who else would I mean?"

"Yeah she was," Drew murmured.

"You got a pic?" the man asked.

Drew scrolled through his Facebook on his phone and showed the stranger a photo of Ariella.

"Holy fucking shit!" the guy exclaimed, "You're telling me this fine piece of ass is the one in there making those rhesus monkey screams?"

Drew just shrugged.

"Fuck man," he said, "If I were you, I'd be in there trying to get my piece of the action."

"I'm not that kind of guy," Drew said, and the man stared at him oddly.

Just then, the deep voice of Darius came resounding from under the door.

"Fuck bitch, let me take that tight little asshole of yours."

Ariella's breathy voice encouraged him, "Of course baby, don't stop!"

Both men in the hall could hear the sound of Darius spitting on his hand, slicking his dick up with it, and poking its fat tip against the entrance of Ariella's perfect ass.

"Shit dude," the man in the hall said when Ariella's moans resumed, "You could sell tickets to this shit."

Drew's phoned buzzed again. It was a text message from Leah. Instead of words, she had just sent him a selfie, smiling despite her disheveled hair and worn looking make up.

You could see the wide white expanse of her thin shoulders and chest, and just a peak at her soft cleavage.

Drew was instantly flushed with longing and pain at his predicament.

Another hallmate emerged from a nearby room and Drew's visitor called to him.

"Hey man," the neighbor yelled, "Come check this shit out." The man got closer to where Darius was pounding Ariella's ass, and could clearly hear the moans and grunts of the couple fucking inside.

"Shit, that's wild," the guy said, "Sounds hot as fuck."

"Yeah, and look at the pic of this chick," he said, gesturing to Drew to show the photo to the new man.

Reluctantly, Drew found the photo of Ariella and passed it to the neighbor.

"Fuck this bitch is like a goddamn model! You're telling me she's taking dick inside this room?"

"Yeah, that's what's happening," Drew said, defeated.

It wasn't long before a crowd had gathered around Drew's door, listening to the wet and slippery sounds of flesh against flesh inside.

"I think I have a class with this bitch," one guy said, "I wonder if I can fuck her ass like this guy's doing."

"Don't press your luck," said another visitor, "Anyone who knows Ariella knows that she doesn't go for whiteboys like us."

A couple of the guys had unapologetically disrobed, and were holding their stiff white cocks in their hands listening to Ariella's ecstasy.

The crowd's whispering silenced when Darius's voice came back from under the door.

"Bitch!" he yelled, "I'm going to flood that ass with cum."

Ariella was weathered and breathless as she begged him, "Please do it! Fill me, fill me!"

The men gathered in the hall could hear the rush of cum from Darius's balls as it filled his stiff cock and gushed into the cavity of Ariella's ass. The splooge filled her like a cream donut and leaked out the side, dripping onto the floor with each drop sonically distinguishable.

"Fuck that did it," said one man in the hall who had been stroking himself, and the dribbles of cum from his dick collected in a puddle on the floor.

"Me too," said another, his own fluids pooling with the other's.

As the noises stopped, the crowd dispersed, leaving Drew alone with the remnants of the neighbor's jizz in a puddle by his door.

Suddenly, that door swung open, and Darius's shirtless sweaty body emerged.

"Fuck man, I need a shower," he said to Drew, barely paying the man attention as he stomped away to the bathroom.

Drew silently got up and re-entered his room, where he found Ariella's gorgeous naked body looking completely a mess on Darius's bed. The cum was dripping out of her asshole, and her lips, stomach, and thighs were coating with the fluids of her own orgasms and Darius's.

"You know, if you didn't have a girlfriend, Drew," she said to him as he sat on his own bed, "I might ask you to clean me up." She laughed and pulled up the covers on the bed until her drained red body was under the blankets. Then she rolled over and fell deeply into a post-fuck nap.

Chapter 21: The Beginning of the End

Leah dug that bright silver thong out of her ass crack. She felt ridiculous every time she had to put on the metallic bikini, but the fact was that it wasn't just humiliating, it was uncomfortable. For the other pledges to the sorority, they looked sexy in the shiny thing. But Leah's ass was so much thicker than any other pledge that she looked like a full blown hooker, the string of the bikini wedged so far up her ass.

Leah was on her knees in the carpeted bedroom of the sorority president, Ariella. She was digging through her dresser and re-folding all the girl's panties, sweatpants, and bras. Leah did this every day, and even though it was always impeccable, cruel Ariella would mess it up before leaving so that Leah had to do it again.

When Leah first put on the sorority recruitment bikini, she felt a lump of fear in her throat. She and the other girls, all beautiful and slender young women, would be positively irresistible in these outfits. If they were going to be wearing them around campus, she'd have even more affronts and hard dicks waved in her face than normal.

But so far, all the tasks had kept them in the sorority house. Leah donned normal clothes to run to class and see Drew every once in a while, but she was kept safe in the sorority house from prying hands of boys.

Given her experience on campus, Leah thought that a lot of her recruitment would be sexual. Giving out handjobs, being groped by different guys, it seemed like the obvious choice. But so far, nothing sexual had happened to Leah. She had scrubbed floors, organized bedrooms, and cooked dinner. It was grueling work, but not undignified.

"Let me ask you something, Leah" Ariella said to her one night after Leah had swept the kitchen, "I heard you have a serious boyfriend, is that right?"

"Yea, Drew," Leah said, pleased that the head queen president even knew her name.

"I have some advice for you about how to keep a man on campus. You ready to hear it?" Leah nodded, answering yes to Ariella.

"Don't let him cum," she said, "That's the secret. If you can look at his balls and know he's yearning for you, then you'll know he wasn't cheating. And trust me, this campus makes cheating look natural."

"I know!" Leah exclaimed, glad to hear someone notice her experiences, "People just fuck on this campus all the time."

"Exactly," Ariella said, "And if he's not cumming, then you know he's faithful." Ariella patted the young pledge on the shoulder.

So Leah had told Drew not to cum anymore. She was surprised at how well Drew took it, agreeing immediately when she suggested it. And while she felt bad that his balls would be so big and swollen, she rested well knowing that he wouldn't be betraying her in any way.

In the last month, Leah had tried to forget her own infidelities. She would ignore Pete when she saw him at the gym, figuring that if he never spoke to her he couldn't threaten to tell Drew anything. And while she never saw the baseball team, she would nod politely at the Coach when he walked by.

The only sexual straying Leah did could hardly count as cheating. She would curl up on Mackenzie's bed at night and the two girls would masturbate together, using Mackenzie's sophisticated supply of toys and dildoes. Sometimes they would touch each other, but that's surely not cheating, she thought.