My Only Talent Ch. 32

Professor Red 'Rock' Tappert jumped like it was happening to him. His chair was only about ten feet away, so he had a great view.

Veronica groaned, an animal sound, and then her legs began pushing back against the Samoan's thrusts with a mind of their own. He had good timing. The giant Nigerian moved in front of her and began caressing her hair, obviously about to offer her his cock to suck, and Husky Varna joined him on the other side in front of her, with a similar plan.

Suzanne was now groaning, and she stuck her hand down in the back of my pants and began touching my butt cheeks. I know why guys want to do that to women, but why do so many women want to do that to a guy when they are turned on? Lara put one hand on Suzanne's ass and stuck the other into my pants. I was already about as hard as I could get.

"Is that what you want, Suzanne?" Lara whispered in her ear. "Three dicks at the same time? Four?"

Suzanne shook and groaned, then responded with her softest but deepest sultry voice "Yes, and I am not ashamed to say so!"

It IS a fucking epidemic, isn't it!

A breeze blew in from the northwest, cool and smelling of rain. A flicker of lightning danced from cloud to cloud across the sky to the north, and then a bright cloud to ground stroke hit somewhere well northwest of the arena. Despite the distraction of Suzanne's hand on my butt, I began to chant slowly and count like my grandfather had taught me long ago: "Elephant one, elephant two, elephant three..." I reached 20 before the thunder boomed loud and rolling. About five seconds per mile for the sound to travel at STP, so the lightning had been about 4 miles away. Another lightning stroke, a 17 count, and another boom of thunder. The storm was moving our way, and fast. The pick six penetration crew was moving fast, too.

The big Samoan was now enjoying Veronica's talented lips and tongue, while Chile Talemantes took over his doggie style pussy duties. Veronica ate Chili greedily. They soon found a rhythm. Then she looked up to see Husky's offer and she accepted it with a big smile. She was in complete rut. She was beautiful, erotic and captivating - alternating back and forth between sucking on the two cocks in front of her, while meeting the thrusts from behind enthusiastically.

Suzanne groaned again. The only good aspect of that, from my point of view, was that I could see that Husky's cock was almost exactly the same size as mine. In fact, all of them that I saw, except Ralph's ridiculous statistical outlier of course, were just about average. Mine might have been even a little thicker than most. Thank goodness for small favors. Er, ahh, yeah.

Little pings and pongs of big rain drops began resounding from the metal stock tanks, fence posts and the light towers around the arena. Then it stopped for a moment. The wind blew in little puffs.

Ralph then stood in front of Veronica, with Liz and Marilyn pointing to his giant and very erect cock like catalog models on a cable shopping channel. She was so devoted to sucking on Husky Varna and her new Samoan friend that at first she did not notice. Suzanne did.

The three guys working on Veronica switched positions. Husky entered her pussy from behind, while the other two enjoyed her mouth. Husky pulled himself up with one of the ropes holding the saddle and used one hand to grab the orange and white bandanna in Veronica's hair, pulling her head up and back slightly, and getting a very advantageous angle of approach, penetration-wise. She began keening in time with his thrusts. So did Suzanne, damn it.

Another breeze and flicker of rain drops. More lightning, count to 12, and then very loud boom of thunder. If this were a high school football game, a rain delay would now ensue. But this was no high school anything. Husky picked up his pace. Rock Tappert groaned, and Veronica shook with a giant orgasm that almost looked like a seizure. A powerful booming Suzie signal emerged from her - excitement and contentment mingled, so loud it rivaled the thunder, but I guess I was the only one listening. If a tree falls in the forest...

Then she noticed Ralph approaching. Her Suzie morphed and distorted, but got even louder. It spoke of fear, excitement, and apprehension but soon turned to lust: raw, pure and uninhibited. Husky continued to piston her pussy from behind, and Ralph moved his cock an inch from her lips. She took it hungrily, and began to alternate crazily between all three cocks in front of her, nostrils flaring and her breath shuddering. Suzanne was breathing like an asthmatic next to me. Veronica came again, bucking in the ropes and leather straps and making the saddle move like a swing.

Then Husky climbed up even higher in the ropes, totally above Veronica. Ralph moved around into position behind her, and she seemed sad to see his cock leave her mouth. But then she tumbled to where it was going, and shook. Ralph moved in slow, finding his target and then slowly moving forward. Veronica pulled her mouth off the two remaining cocks and made a strange noise. I was reminded of that politician and erstwhile presidential candidate that made the same kind of strange high pitched noise on TV and was never perceived the same way again. Perhaps no one would think of Veronica the same way again, either. Especially Veronica. And her husband.

Ralph entered her slowly, inexorably. She tensed, frozen for a moment. He continued in. Then she tensed again and shook, then seemed to relax. Ralph moved in a little further. She pushed back against him. He finally was fully engaged. Suzanne's hand grabbed my ass and held it tight. That was going to leave a mark. Ralph pulled back out and started forward again. Veronica did not move. Five more long slow strokes and then Veronica slowly pushed back against him.

Big Liz laughed. Rock Tappert screamed again. Suzanne gripped my ass even tighter. That hurts! In more ways than one.

Husky Varna grabbed the two main ropes holding the saddle up and pulled down and towards the center of his chest, in exactly the motion that Saskia had me make on one of the rope and pulley weight machines in the gym to build up my chest. Mr. Husky "Linebacker" Varna was already built up - another 'after' picture to my 'before'. The net result of his effort was to reduce the tension in the ropes, and Husky then twisted the slack from one rope around one of his boots (including the chaps on his legs) and then the other. When he released the effort of his shoulders, the ropes tightened again and held his boots in a fixed position just behind and above Veronica. It must have been some kind of rodeo move.

I had never seen his next move in any rodeo, though. He leaned forward, timed the bucking motion that Ralph's efforts expended on Veronica's pussy were lending to both Veronica and the saddle, and then gradually slipped his cock into Veronica's ass. He grabbed the white leather cylinder that held her neck up and began to fuck her ass in earnest. Ralph looked a little annoyed at the new view of Husky's bobbing white ass right in front of his face, and leaned back to avoid it. Veronica looked blissful, nostrils flaring and eyes wild. Her head bobbed like she was dancing.

Suzanne snorted and said "Ride 'em cowboy!" much too loudly and enthusiastically for my comfort. "Who is that again, Robbie? Is he in UDP?" Damn her.

"His name is Russel Varna. He is a potential UDP pledge."

She gasped and pinched my ass cheek even harder. "You mean the football Varna?" I guess she read The Daily Texan, too. But I doubted that her interest was football. "How do you know him?"

"He's in my linguistics class study group. He seems like a nice guy." I tried to sound nonchalant.

"He sure does!" An overtone joined her already frantic Suzie that had been building toward a crescendo ever since UDP member #14 first touched Veronica. For his part, #14 was now moving tentatively around trying to find a way to re-join the fun, but not having much luck. All the serving stations were currently occupied other customers.

Another set of little pings and pongs of the big raindrops hit, and this time did not stop but continued and grew. Another flash of cloud to cloud lightning showed that the thunderclouds were getting much closer and much taller. Chile Talemantes grunted and very obviously came in Veronica's mouth, and she just as obviously polished it off with relish. Then our Nigerian shot putter took Chile's place and put his shot, too, and Veronica took it all, hungrily. Another cloud to ground lightning stroke, closer and louder. Veronica then switched her oral attentions to her new Samoan friend and he promptly gave his tribute up for her too.

Ralph, his head turned to the right and away from us to avoid Husky Varna's butt, began bobbing his head and moving even faster, grunting loudly. Big Liz and Little Marilyn announced in unison "Here it comes!"

Husky sped up his motions too and turned his head to the left so he could see most of the crowd, and then winked theatrically. Veronica gasped as Ralph and Husky then quite obviously applied simultaneous fluid overpressure to two of her most sensitive areas.

Suzanne cooed "Ohhhh Myyyyy!" and then Veronica and Rock Tappert screamed at the same time.

Another lightning bolt and almost simultaneous boom of thunder sent everyone scurrying. The little raindrop pings and pongs had turned to booms and gongs and soon accelerated to a rushing torrent of noise. Then the rain came in earnest - wet, loud, and steamy - warmer than the air it was falling through. Soon it drowned out all other sound. Everyone ran for the covered pole barn at one side of the arena but still they were soaked through before they got under cover.

The pole barn was big, but open to the weather on two sides and full of hay bales, a tractor and implements, fencing supplies, and feed bags. The corrugated metal roof resounded with the sounds of the pounding rain, so loud it was hard to hear anything else. Everyone pushed in towards the middle to get away from the wind and rain, resulting in some very high density people packing. Fifty guys clad in only wet leather chaps and boots (everyone had lost their masks by now) were quite a sight that close up, not to mention a dozen young ladies in only wet white panties, plus Lara and Suzanne in their leather sex suits and the incredible water skiing Candy in just her leather gloves and knee pads.

Lara had taken Dorothy Lillehammer with her into the barn's single rustic bathroom to help clean Veronica Tappert up a bit after her adventure, and a line was starting to form in hopes of handling some urgent bathroom needs as soon as they were finished. Cisco's friend Buck, whose family owned the ranch, stood around sheepishly taking in the sights and then opened up the big fridge near the bathroom and offered everyone a cold Coor's Light. It was obvious there was plenty available even for 50 frat guys. Suddenly it was a very strange party atmosphere, and not just because of the Colorado Kool aide.

The movement to and from the beer fridge, into the bathroom line, and away from the cold wind and splashing rain at the perimeter of the roof set up a strange Brownian motion inside the structure. As various people passed by each other, some unusual meetings and conversations took place. Several were awkward and uncomfortable, especially for me.

First of course, I found Husky and Suzanne both close to me and each other, and looking expectantly at me to do the introductions. Shit. I cleared my throat even though I didn't really need to. I wish they both had a lot more clothes on.

"Suzanne, this is Russel Varna. Russel, my friend Suzanne Pliskin."

"Call me Husky."

"I can see that." Damn it. He managed not to stare. Suzanne looked him over slowly and thoroughly, and then excused herself.

Husky watched her walk away. "Damn, Robby. You are doing much better even with the ladies than I heard. She is amazing. Few women could pull off that outfit." I hoped he didn't mean that literally. "Hell of a party you guys threw here! Beats the shit out of any other frat party I ever heard of."

I managed to look confident. "And you were the one that was worried this was going to be an Alpha Gamma party? Oh Ye of little faith! UDP is different. Very different. Maybe you will have a chance to learn more." He gave me a little phony shoulder punch and walked off to try to chat up Candy and Member #14's girlfriend.

Suzanne was making her way toward the bathroom line, perhaps to wait for Lara to emerge with Veronica.

I saw Liz and Marilyn, separated from Ralph. This might be my best chance. Before I could raise the subject, Liz did.

"Hi Robbie. I haven't heard from Suzanne about our proposed "swap fest' as she called it." She looked at Marilyn. "We are on board if she wants to play with Ralphie a bit. Ralph certainly is ready for Suzanne. We are hoping she might improve his game."

I tried to smile coolly, hoping my lips weren't trembling. "I can't imagine anything more wonderful than getting to know each of you a lot better. "

They both smiled a tight little smile. Marilyn took my arm. "I hope you are very detail oriented, Robbie." Then they both sashayed away. I was detail oriented, and very scientific about it, and a much more effective detailer than they could ever guess. But they would learn. I was going to make sure of that.

I continued to survey the strange scene. I was glad there was no party photographer, and most people could not hope to conceal a cell phone in what they were wearing.

Rock Tappert walked up to me. I was worried about what might transpire between us, but he was all smiles. "Bravo, Roberts. You really pulled it off, so to speak!" he laughed at his own bad joke, then, unfortunately, continued it.

"Come to think of it, pulling it off is about the only thing Veronica didn't do to those guys tonight." He smiled. "That's the hottest we have ever had it, and we will remember it fondly and relive tonight for a long time. A world class pranking, even better than I could have imagined. Color me officially impressed. From now on, anything you need to help with your schooling, or anything else, just call on me." I was stunned. It takes all kinds to make a world.

Across the pole barn, Lara and Dorothy Lillehammer emerged from the bathroom with Veronica Tappert between them, all three with their heads held high. Veronica was back in her evening dress. Revealing as it was, it was much less so than her orange and white and rope and leather gang bang costume from earlier in the evening. Everyone in the pole barn looked at them as they walked toward me. Rock Tappert met them a few feet from the door, and gave Veronica a big hug and a showy kiss right on the lips. Not sure I could have done that. She beamed at him, and took him aside into a little corner blocked off by a big blade scraper thing that was disconnected from its tractor. They put their heads together and talked earnestly for some time. Everyone left them alone.

The rain got even louder, and the lightning was almost continuous. Then the noise took an almost impossible increase - hailstones began hitting the metal roof. They sounded as big as bowling balls and made my ears ring, but a glance through one of the open sides of the pole barn showed they were somewhere between the size of BB's and green peas. Not too unusual for spring in Central Texas. It was now as if all the humans were huddled together against the outside threat in a cave, or a boat on a dark sea, or a space ship filled with light going through the void of space. A little tribe, driven together by outside forces. Tribes had tribal rituals, right?

There was a cottage industry around the Greek crowd at ESU that supported party decorations, tee shirts, bandanas, beer can coozies (often held at parties in the hands of cozies), and other party favors. Some of them were quite creative, usually much more so than the fraternity or sorority could have managed without the artists/entrepreneurs that made and sold them. Someone had made up and put out a party favor for tonight, and people were picking them up from an orange and white wicker basket placed near the entrance to the pole barn. It was a rope key chain - thinner but otherwise the same kind of rough working rope that had held up the little saddle that Veronica Tappert had rested on during her adventure, with a frilly little brunt orange and white cloth at the top that looked a bit like the bandana that had held Veronica's hair up while she was on display, then small knot that could have been her head, and a white leather tube like the one that had been around Victoria's neck. A little double knot symbolized her breasts, then a larger knot that looked a lot like her shapely ass. There were little burnt orange paint dots to represent her eye shadow and painted toenails, and three strategically placed pink dots to represent her mouth, pussy, and anus. At the bottom were what looked like little white boots. A little tag on the key clip said "UDP Fantasy Spring Thing. What's Your Thing?" in burnt orange letters on a white background.

This was highly creative, but its manufacture also required intimate and advanced knowledge of Veronica's little adventure. A moment's thought led me to conclude that Mei Ling had been the culprit. She had been quite interested in our plans for Mrs. Tappert. She and Cisco seemed quite happy together, but I caught a little funky Suzie note from her on occasion. Maybe she was really into what this little party doll represented? Might have to talk to her about that. I guess even a martial arts expert might like to be dominated sexually sometimes. But you better make sure she likes it or she could break your legs afterwards.

I looked up from my woolgathering to see an unlikely group in animated conversation: Professor Lillehammer and his wife Dorothy, with Rock Tappert and Veronica, now free of their restraints and dressed in their evening clothes from their fundraising arrest, plus Oiler, Ralph, Cisco, and Husky Varna in their chaps and boots, and Gretchen, Liz, Mei Ling, and Marilyn in their little white panties, nipples all perky from the cool night air. Suzanne and Lara rounded out the collection in their leather suits.

I couldn't hear what they were talking about until I was almost inside their circle. It turned out amazingly to be quantum physics again - crystal nanostructures, quantum tunneling, optoelectronic devices, topotactic transformations, and the observer sometimes perhaps determining the outcome. The girls were actually off to the side with their own little conversation, which I still could not hear.

I joined the group and listened for a minute or two, and then opined that linguistics played a part here. Cribbing from Roger Penrose and Dr. Augie, I said that if the brain was a quantum interference device, then perhaps linguistics was the symbology it used to try to manipulate the universe. Several jaws dropped.

Then Rock Tappert raised his half full Coors Light can. "A toast to our own Mr. Roberts! He's a lot smarter than he looks."

Ralph joined in. "A LOT smarter than he LOOKS!"

Husky Varna raised his beer, too. "Wouldn't he pretty much HAVE TO BE?" Everyone laughed, except me.

I felt simultaneously respected and dissed, but at least I was included. Thanks a lot, sons of bitches. But I guess they were my brother sons of bitches.

I noticed that Suzanne and Veronica Tappert were talking earnestly and alternatively in each other's ears. I wasn't sure I wanted to overhear that conversation, now or later. But I expect the subject will come up again. Thanks a lot, bitches.

The rain played out and finally stopped, as the lightning flashes and thunder booms moved off to the southeast. Rodney Driver and his cousin and girlfriend picked up the Lillehammers and Tapperts to take them back to the hotel and their car. They were the first to leave. Then people began to trickle out to their cars and head back to the UDP house for the 'after party' or wherever they were going. I gathered up Suzanne, Lara, and Candy and we started the drive back towards campus.