My Only Talent Ch. 27

We headed for our third and final formal invitation for the evening: the "Tri-Phi's" or more formally Phi Phi Phi. I had done some research on them, and had a favorable first impression. They seemed to be not as ritzy as the PIGs, but they were a lot more 'establishment' than UDP. They had even more rich and famous alums than either PIG or UDP, and my dad would probably give them a great grade for 'networking potential'.

Judging from the pictures, there were some 'rich kids' who were not good looking and/or well dressed enough to get a bid to PIG (a category if would surely be in if they didn't have a hint of my talent). The party pictures featured some nice looking girls and a lot of drinking and dancing, and lots of pictures of white guys either doing Karaoke, standup comedy, or trying to rap. I knew a few guys from the old neighborhood who were on the website, and they were okay as far as I remembered. Most of the members had stated career goals to be MBAs or CPAs, or maybe both, which seemed a little out or character with the hard partying image otherwise portrayed.

The gospel according to Kevin called them Phi Phi Pho Phum, and said they were high pressure recruiters, and had a lot of turnover with guys leaving the frat in their sophomore or junior years, and thus a shortage of seniors on their rolls. This also had the effect of significantly depressing their average GPA, keeping them on the borderline with the University guidelines. I knew they only had to have 2.5 out of 4.0 to keep the University happy, so being on that borderline was not good.

He said they had a lot of members who had to finish high school at boarding school somewhere, and in related news, the frat had some of the best dope in Austin. They were also known far and wide for having large numbers of very slutty 'house girls'. How could they possibly be any sluttier than the Chi Omega Chi girls? I made a mental note to check that situation out personally.

When we arrived, my first impressions were actually pretty good. The guys all snapped to attention when they spotted Orinda, but they were polite about it. Nobody was obviously wasted like at Alpha Nu, even though it was now later in the evening. They all had pretty good bullshit too, and I recognized a couple of guys from some of my classes that I had no idea were in Tri Phi. The house was nice but not too fancy, and in a very nice location, closer to campus than UDP but not as close as Millie's Bi Phi house, which was just south of campus.

There was a pretty nice band playing and a well laid out dance floor with five or six couples dancing and looking good. Orinda wanted to dance and we enjoyed the music and motion for a while. These guys were starting to look like real competition for UDP. The Rush Captain, who had the unfortunate nickname of Gomer, and his date, Giselle something, came up and introduced themselves to us and suggested we go outside away from the noise and they got punch and I found a Diet Coke.

It was cool out, but not really cold, and the music still sounded good in the backyard of the house and the area around the pool was very nice. Giselle proposed that she take Orinda around and introduce her to the girlfriends of the officers of the frat and some of the 'Big Sisters', while Gomer took me up to 'member country', i.e., the upstairs of the house.

I gave Orinda a little kiss and we went our separate ways, promising to meet up back at the dance floor no later than 12:30 PM, both of us sharing a smile at the prospect of walking northeast to Candy's place for our 1:00 AM date. Gomer gave me a conspiratorial grin as he watched Orinda and Giselle walk away. "Wow, Roberts. You may not even need to be in a frat if you can get girls like that as a freshman!" I made some complementary comment about Giselle. "She's a trooper." He replied, and led the way up the stairs. The atmosphere changed, and not subtly. We entered a long hallway where most of the connecting bedroom doors were open.

"So, Roberts, about that Diet Coke thing: you don't drink at all?"

"It doesn't affect me like most people. I don't get drunk, I just get sleepy. It's more fun to stay awake."

He seemed to be considering this, but not fully accepting it. "What about weed?"

"Same sleepy effect, plus it irritates my throat and lungs, too. I have the munchies all the time even without it. "

"Coke?"

"Makes me sneeze and my nose run."

"E?"

"I'm too worried about how it's made and what else is in it."

"Then what does get you high, Roberts?"

"Running sometimes does." His expression remained frozen: he was not into running.

I gave him my best conspiratorial grin. "And always, women", I intoned. He smiled: we had finally reached a point of agreement.

We walked to the other end of the hallway to a large room with two big couches and a bed that was about the size of two regular king-sized beds put together, and lit only by a black light. There were fluorescing posters in the walls, and a low and lilting kind of eastern music with a pounding beat. As my eyes adjusted, I also noted that there were girls on the couches, but not on the bed. Those girls were sending Suzie, an edgy and predatory generic 'woman sending for man' variety that made me tune in closer. I realized that they were waiting for their natural prey to arrive. Maybe it was the ice cream sundae bar from earlier that had my blood sugar optimized or my 'Suzie Sense' was continuing to develop, but I got the impression that they took no joy in their predation; but rather that they were just trying to survive.

Gomer smiled a crooked smile. "This is our pledge palace, reserved for the new members who pledge during Spring Rush. Our house girls just go crazy over new members, literally and figuratively." He chuckled at his own turn of phrase. "In fact, our house girls are totally devoted to our members!" Another chuckle. "They will do anything our members want."

"So these aren't your 'Big Sisters'?"

"Oh no! The Big Sisters are in sororities and stay downstairs and appear in pictures we publish on the web page. These house girls are independents who stay upstairs, and appear in pictures we circulate privately, or not at all."

A group of guys came up the stairs, laughing and jostling each other, and smelling strongly of booze. The door to the room next to the 'pledge palace' opened up, and I could see some sort of super high tech bong set upon a card table, hooked up with several hoses that went up through the ceiling. The group went in, and Gomer urged me to follow them. One of them spoke up, sounding like a radio announcer: "Rush Captain, I present Brownwood Texas's own Clement Edwards, a legacy PMN who has accepted his bid to pledge Tri Phi. He will henceforth be known upstairs as "Ed the Head."

Ed was a short and plump with thick glasses, bushy unkempt hair and a very red face and vacant expression that made it clear he was already three sheets to the wind. Gomer whispered to explain that this kid's older half brother, known as "Prince" Edwards, had been a major ESU jock and former Prez of the Tri-Phi's, so young Clement got an automatic legacy bid, implying that otherwise he would not have been Tri-Phi material. He also explained that each member got an "upstairs party name" that was to be used only by other Tri Phi's. I seemed to remember that big brother Prince Edwards had been indicted a few years ago in some sort of bribery scheme involving bid rigging of contracts for the state lottery.

The group sat "Ed the Head" down in a folding chair at the card table, and Gomer produced a metal cookie tin, which he opened with a flourish and showed Ed the contents. I looked over his shoulder into the tin, which did not have cookies inside at all, but some little light brown squares that looked a bit like smaller than bite sized milk chocolate pieces, except that each one had a blue dot in the middle of it.

Gomer loaded one of them into the business end of the bong, handed Ed a lighter, and explained that he should light up the edges first, and smoke the little blue dot last. When Ed fired it up I smelled a sort of dank and exaggerated version of the pot smell that permeated some of the dorm hallways on nights and weekends. Gomer explained that this was primo hashish, and the little blue dot in the middle was opium, to provide the 'final blast'. The smoke that emerged from "Ed the Head" was gathered up by the pipes, and seemed to be mostly carried up to the roof, presumably to be exhausted up into the night sky in a relatively stealthy fashion.

By the time Ed finished the little square and then the blue dot, he had a crazed expression on his face that made his previous visage look alert and scholarly by comparison. They all cheered, slapped him on the back, and stood him up and steered him towards the pledge palace.

The girls inside greeted Ed warmly, pushed him onto the bed, and began to paw him and dance around him. I remembered reading that the most potent hashish usually came from Afghanistan, where lately production was way up, and a big percentage of the profits helped finance the Taliban. The girls seemed to act just like the regular dancers at Babe's Club in Dallas, but they were younger, slightly better looking, and had larger and more artistic tattoos. Ed got a lap dance from all of them, but then, unlike at Babe's, the girls stripped quickly and encouraged Ed to kiss them all over. He did, sloppily.

Gomer leaned into me, thinking he was closing me: "Just another typical weekend at our fabulous house, Robbie, with the best dope and the hottest house girls on campus!" I just stood there. As each girl finished her turn with Ed, Gomer put some white powder from a little vial in his pocket on a little silver spoon, and let the girl sniff it into her nostrils. Once again he spoke to me conspiratorially: "That's what we Tri-Phi's call a grind and bump, rather than bump and grind!" He thought I was digging it. I was not. Strike Three.

I slapped Gomer on the back. "I gotta go walk my date home, buddy! I might come back later!" I might not.

He smiled and served himself again from the spoon. "We party until dawn!" Ed the Head, Tri-Phi's latest illustrious pledge and future world leader, was getting a hand job from one of the house girls. Best day of his life, probably.

I was early getting back to the dance floor, and Orinda was already waiting for me, looking anxious and impatient with me already. "Am I late?"

"You should have been earlier! Those girls give me the creeps."

"How so?"

"They basically sit around the table and do lines of coke, and gossip about how the pledges will get to fuck the house girls, and which pledge do they think would be the best fuck, and who the girlfriends and Big Sisters might get to fuck them on the side, or who they have now to do that, because their boyfriends are too wasted to make it with them most of the time. They don't respect their boyfriends, they don't even like them very much, but they still want to get engaged to them and marry them! I don't get it!"

"They won't either, Orinda, although they all think they will."

We took off for Candy's, walking briskly, going north to get to 24th and then east and then back north on Guadeloupe. Orinda shook her hair out, and sniffed me. "What's that smell on your clothes? Have you been smoking dope?"

"No, but everyone else upstairs was. Hashish with opium, in this big ass bong with an exhaust chimney through the roof, literally."

"It smells weird; I wish I could take shower to get these smell of that place off of me before we get to Candy's. We're early, aren't we? Let's go back to the dorm and take a shower."

That wasn't a bad idea, but: "I'd rather get to Candy's a little early. Maybe she will take a shower with us?"

She laughed out loud. "Okay, better idea." She put her hand on my waist and tickled my ribs. "Is this the night where you teach me to suck cock?" Tickle. "Do you teach Candy too?" Tickle. "Separately or together?" Tickle, tickle. "Can I take the advanced placement test?" Tickle. What a delightful young lady.

When we knocked on her door, Candy was waiting for us, and was as glad to see us a little early. She had just emerged from the shower, and she instantly noticed that we smelled weird. She came into the bathroom with us to talk while Orinda and I washed each other off, and shampooed each other's hair. We soon smelled and felt a lot better.

"So how were the parties?"

Orinda laughed. "A little creepy at the last place: we both wanted to leave early to see you!" That earned her a kiss from Candy, and then she continued, "This is our big night when Robbie teaches us to suck cock! Are you ready?"

Candy gave me a 'spitfire' look. "I was born ready, honey! Robbie do you really think you can teach me anything?" We were drying off and she was leading us to the bedroom. I wanted to impress on them the great importance of this subject, and the power and responsibility that was about to accrue to them. I was very proud of my training regimen, which had been pioneered with Lara and Millie and perfected on Erminia.

It was guaranteed to teach a woman how to quickly be world class fellatrix, and in the process learn to concentrate on her partner and forget completely about pleasing herself, the first step in reaching complete sexual mastery. I decided to crib from Professor Lillehammer's first lecture in my Engineering 101 class, where he impressed upon us the incredible power of the knowledge we were about to be given - the power to perform feats that the common man could not, and could likely not even comprehend. At least that was the gospel of engineering according to Lillehammer.

"Girls, I am going to share with you some of the most powerful sexual knowledge in the world. It not only has the power to cloud men's minds, but in some cases to control them or drive them insane. The techniques I am going to impart to you are dangerous, so much so that if you use them on a weak minded or weak willed man, they may be driven to criminal behavior to try to get you to do it to them again. You must not use this knowledge in casual relationships, but only with men you trust and respect. It is to some extent self limiting, in that you will not be able to do it properly to a man you do not respect and genuinely want to please. "

Orinda tilted her head and said, "Why are you speaking with a Norwegian accent?"

I detected a little mischievous Suzie signal from Candy. "Are you sure we should use them on you?"

"Yes, because I have determined that you are both women of fine underlying character, and worthy to receive the boon I am about to give you!" I hope they were buying my tone.

Orinda still looked suspicious. "So you are saying you are doing us a favor to let us learn how best to blow you?"

I tried to look my most sincere. "You have no idea how big a favor!"

They both chuckled. "OK, Master, lay it on us!"

"First, get out of those clothes and get me two bandanas, or something else to use as blindfolds, and both of you put your hair up in pigtails and get on your knees. The first part of the training is totally experiential; you must undergo it yourself and not watch how the other one handles it before you do it. In the first stage of the training you will be pleasing me maximally without any initial training on what I like best."

"How is that possible?" Candy asked.

I glared at her. "Oh! I mean, how is that possible, uh, Master?"

"That's better. It is possible because I'm just going to fuck your mouth the way that pleases me best. You won't have to think about my pleasure this first time; I'll take care of it. You will have four goals. First, to manage to breathe well enough through your nose to stay conscious and second, to learn to anticipate my motions and adapt to them, so you are getting your mouth and throat in the correct position for me, and I don't have to use so much force to get you where I want you or to cause you any real injury. Quickly learn to suppress your gag reflexes when my cock enters your lovely throat - vomiting really spoils the mood. Finally, when I ejaculate, you must find a way to suck me dry and swallow every drop, even while my cock is buried all the way down your throat, while still managing to breathe through your nose."

Orinda piped up. "Jeesh you don't want much do you, boy!" Candy kicked her. "Oh, I mean how will I ever be able to do all that well enough to please you, Oh Supreme Master?" Even Candy snickered at that.

"Practice makes perfect." By this time they had both put their hair up in very pretty pigtails and had blindfolded each other. I stood in front of Candy and gently caressed her cheeks. "You are so pretty, Candy, and that's what makes me want to fuck your lovely throat!"

I grabbed her pigtails and put my now fully erect dick in her mouth. I clearly was getting better at reading Suzies, and I found that instead of just tuning them out completely like when I first developed the technique, I could now selectively ignore the signals from their negative feelings, which the girls would have to learn to stop on their own, and the feelings of excitement and later sexual power that they would develop. Candy's signals were a revelation.

She liked having her head held and controlled, but she was also terrified about not being able to breathe. I limited my penetration to her mouth for now, establishing a steady rhythm so she could anticipate my motions and time her breathing successfully. As soon as she realized she could get enough air through her nose, she relaxed and her excitement increased. I began pushing increasingly deeper and deeper into her mouth, listening carefully for the little signals that would tell me what she liked and didn't like. Meanwhile, I also tried to concentrate on making her whole head go where it pleased me the most.

I glanced over at Orinda. Despite being blindfolded, she was totally alert, tilting her head up slightly and back and forth like a dog listening to a new noise. Her nostrils flared with each little gulping noise that Candy made, and she would occasionally lick her lips and swallow. What a woman.

I felt Candy's throat relax, and detected a little signal of enjoyment. I pushed in a little further, just beginning to reach all the way past the base of her tongue and down into her throat. She was nervous at first, but very successful at anticipating my thrusts and suppressing her gag reflex. After ten or so thrusts in and back out, I pushed in a little further and stopped, just holding still with about 1" of me in her throat.

She gulped three quick breaths of air through her nostrils while I held still and I enjoyed the resulting motions of her lips and mouth around my cock, then her throat relaxed a little more when she realized she could handle it okay and still breathe. Then a miraculous and clear Suzie emerged: it was turning her on! I let out a little groan of pleasure, giving her positive feedback for her excitement.

Then, of course, I recalled my duty to educate her further, so I put another inch of my cock down her throat. She adjusted quickly, and soon was breathing with no problems, and then her Suzie said she kinda dug it. I just kept repeating my little routine, and she settled in and actually began to give me a little tongue on my way back up, so it was time for another pleased little groan and thus more positive feedback. Pretty soon I was bottoming out with my cock all the way down her throat. It felt fantastic and she was really beginning to like it too. Then my Suzie receiver gave me perhaps more information than I wanted: she was beginning to wish I had a little more length to give her. Time to change the subject!

I tilted her head up a little more and got up on my tiptoes and began to go for maximum depth and sideways friction so I could get off relatively quickly. I moved my grip from her pigtails to her skull and really got into it. Maybe I should pledge Bi Kappa Sig, or at least get the tee shirt? She had a little trouble adjusting to the faster pace, which not only gave me more friction and stimulation, but led to the occasional scrape of her teeth on me, and soon set me off. Sunshine of my love, baby!