Tawny and the Fraternity Reunion

For the most part these stories are from Tawny’s viewpoint, with some segments being from her husband Eric’s viewpoint.

Tawny loves to be used by multiple guys who treat her roughly. Her being a slut to be used by strangers is something that Eric understands and supports, not only because he loves her, but because hearing about it is a huge turn-on for him as well. Tawny charging her “customers” for these parties is an idea she had to get the type of sex she enjoys, but still have boundaries. She’d happily do it all for free, the money is just a way to ensure that the guys feel entitled to treat her as roughly as she wants to be treated.

Ideally, these stories should be read in order. However, if the reader’s only interest is in hearing what is happening to Tawny in this installment, it’s not strictly necessary.

It is strongly suggested to at least first read her origin story “Tawny and the Value Given” to better understand her lifestyle, and to get an idea of what will (and won’t) be happening to her in these stories.

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Unlike the real world, STI’s don’t exist and The Pill is 100% effective. In reality, the lifestyle depicted here would present a large health risk, and a low but non-zero pregnancy risk. Tawny’s sexual tastes are not shared by all, or probably even most, women.

Also note that when Tawny goes to a stranger’s house for sex, they have been vetted and someone she trusts always knows where she’s going and who she’s meeting.

Copyright © 2020 by EightBits.

All Rights Reserved.

Tawny and the Fraternity Reunion

Contest

I drove to the house where the reunion was being held, excited at the prospect of being gang-banged by more guys than I’d ever had before. All I knew was what you had told me – just that this was a reunion party for the guys who were in the fraternity when the University shut them down, and that it had been a modest-sized frat.

I hoped that fact, plus not all of the guys who were active at the end there being able to make it to a party years later, added up to a manageable number of guys waiting to fuck me.

After parking in the driveway, I walked up the long sidewalk and rang the doorbell. The house was big and a little past its prime. It did seem well cared-for, so I considered that a good sign.

A guy who looked to be in his mid-to-late twenties opened the door almost as soon as my hand left the button. He had the kind of tan along with casually scruffy blonde hair that made him look like a surfer.

“Hey, you must be Tawny,” he said happily, “I’m Alan. Come on in.”

I stepped into a big entryway. From there I could see a small den, a tidy but non fancy living room, and part of a somewhat messy kitchen. Maybe I was projecting, but it smelled a little bit like the frat houses I remembered from college. Not a bad smell, just food, a little guy sweat, and maybe some stale beer. I did see some decorating touches I doubted were Alan’s, so he apparently had either a wife or a live-in girlfriend. Alan turned and led me into the den.

“You can put any stuff you have here, and get undressed. All the spare bedrooms are taken by guys who live out of town,” he said in a polite but in no way apologetic fashion.

I set my bag on the desk, and looked at him, waiting for him to leave. I know, right? I’m there to let a gang of guys fuck me and play with my body, but hesitated at getting undressed in front of him. After a few moments where he just stood there watching, I mentally shrugged and reached for the top button on my blouse.

With him watching in anticipation, I unbuttoned it and dropped it on the floor, causing him to smile at the sight of my exposed breasts. As you know, I hadn’t worn a bra. Next was my skirt and panties, so in a minute I stood there naked but for my high-heels in front of a man I’d met not five minutes ago.

“Nice,” he said staring at me. He nodded like he was pleased with his purchase, and commanded, “Wrists,” pulling a pair of handcuffs from his pocket. Well, at least they’ll be warm I thought. I held my wrists out and he snapped them on. He then produced a short black leather leash from his other pocket and clipped it to the chain between the cuffs.

Without a word, he turned and walked away, confident I’d follow. Which I did of course. He led me to the top of a staircase, and we descended. As we reached the bottom of the stairs, I found myself in a finished but cheap-looking basement. I didn’t pay to much attention to the room – I was looking at all of the guys. What looked to be a dozen guys all around Alan’s age were sitting around the room drinking and talking. The talking stopped as they all stared at me.

“Al, I didn’t think you’d come through man!” said one member of the audience.

“Yeah, holy shit she’s hot!” exclaimed another of my new fans.

More comments like this were being mumbled by the guys as Alan cut them off saying “Take tandoğan escort a good look gentlemen!” He unclipped my leash, which had apparently been to let me make an appropriately submissive entrance, and told me to stand in the center of the room.

“Now turn around bitch, so the guys get a good look at tonight’s entertainment!”

I slowly turned in a circle, letting every guy there get a good look at my tits, ass, and pussy, listening to comments like “gonna tap that ass” and “hope that pussy’s as tight as it looks” that made me shiver in anticipation.

After they all had their look, Alan led me over to a tall bed against one of the walls. I sat on it and he removed the handcuffs. Another member, whose name I’d learn was Eddie, placed leather cuffs on my wrists. Eddie was of medium height and looked like he worked out, or had a job that involved physical labor. He and Alan pulled me up towards the head of the bed, and attached the cuffs to straps attached to the corners of the solid-looking headboard.

They added matching cuffs to my ankles, and spreading my legs, attached those to straps attached to the bottom corners of the bed-frame. I lay there helpless, arms and legs spread, my pussy a soft, inviting target. One that was getting wet as I thought about what came next.

“Ok guys, everyone who wanted to enter the contest step forward here, and draw a card,” Alan said offering them a small deck of playing cards.

Contest? I pondered as four of the guys stood at the foot of the bed looking at me.

“Slut, you’re gonna like this contest, trust me. These guys are going to lick your pussy, one at a time in order of the card they drew. They get two minutes each. At the end, you decide how each of them did, and rank them best to worst.”

This was a good start I thought! They compared cards, and a stocky guy with dark hair laid across the bed between my legs, and I felt his tongue slowly lick it’s way from the bottom of my opening to the top, where he found my clit with surprising accuracy. He did a great job of slow licks, fast licks, and just enough pressure and moisture, making me moan.

Usually if I’m tied up, oral sex is not what happens to my pussy, so this was a rare treat. Being helpless like that, just having to lay there and be eaten out was a huge turn-on for me. Sadly, the damn two-minute time limit arrived much to early, and Stocky Guy was replaced by the next contestant.

The next guy was competent, but unremarkable and I enjoyed his two minutes but was missing Stocky Guy and his talented tongue. Contestant number three was a tall geeky-looking guy who had me missing even his run-of-the-mill predecessor. I felt a little sorry for his wife or girlfriend!

Number four was last but not least, although he didn’t live up to Stocky Guy either.

After eight minutes of oral sex, you can imagine how horny I was! I wished that was followed by a hard dick for me, but the contest winner still had to be decided. Eddie unhooked my wrist cuffs from the straps and I was able to sit up, with him helping a little since my legs were still tied wide open.

“Alright my well-licked little slut. How did each of them do? We have to know how to award the prizes.”

I pointed at Stocky Guy and said, “That one knows how to make a girl happy – he’s the best of the bunch.”

Stocky guy said, “Yes!” and did the fist-pump thing you guys love.

I pointed out the two average performers and randomly gave them the

and
spots, then pointed to the tall guy and said, “All I’ll say is that this one could use a lot of pointers from the winner over there.”

Tall Guy frowned and glared at me as his buddies chuckled.

“These guys all know the prize – and penalty – for the winner and loser of this contest, but our little slut here should know what they’ve won since she’s intimately involved.”

He looked at Stocky Guy and said, “Spooner here gets to be the first one to put it in this bitch’s butt tonight!”

Spooner did the fist-pump again and said with a smile, “Don’t worry guys, you’ll get some of her sweet ass too, it just won’t be quite as tight by then!”

His boast was greeted with laughs by the guys, of course. I was busy trying to remember if I’d ever noticed any correlation between how stocky a guy was and how big around his dick was.

“The leaves us with Stretch here. Stretch, as the loser you won’t get to stick your dick in her tonight, but you still get to stick something in her. You have five minutes to find and return with an item to insert in this bitch’s pussy as a thank-you gift for her causing you to not get any tonight!”

With this, the audience roared with laughter, which Tall Guy tried to laugh along with, but his heart wasn’t in it. He smiled at me, and walked out of the room to search for my ‘gift’. I thought of a few unpleasant items I’m sure he could find, and hoped that you had made it really clear tunalı escort about what damage they could and could not inflict on me!

“While we wait for Stretch to find something good, let’s get our party girl ready for Spooner’s reward.”

With several guys helping, my leg cuffs were released and they slid me down with my butt at the bottom edge of the bed. The straps from the headboard were extended and again my arms were spread above my head. More straps were attached to the headboard, and my legs were pulled back towards the head of the bed and spread. A small pillow was added under my butt, leaving my pussy pointed towards the ceiling and my butthole perfectly positioned for a guy to stand at the foot of the bed and use it. As a finishing touch, a ball gag was placed in my mouth and buckled tightly behind my head.

While we waited, a few of the guys rubbed and fondled my tits, legs and ass. One guy took great pleasure in watching me bite into the ball gag as he twisted my nipple. I was loving the helpless-toy feeling I was getting from these strangers just touching me however they pleased as I lay there naked and tied down. The casual way that some of them squeezed and rubbed my naked body while they talked and joked with each other intensified my feeling that I was just a plaything for them.

With a minute to spare, Tall Guy returned. I’d been expecting he’d have found a flashlight or something, but to my dismay he was carrying a ball-peen hammer. It was clear he wasn’t thinking about using the handle of it either! The head of it looked cold and hard, and way too wide to fit into my pussy!

I panicked at the thought of him trying to force that into my tender pussy and I started yelling into the gag and shaking my head wildly. Fortunately Alan was exercising the good judgement that the apparently pissed-off Stretch wasn’t, and said, “Dude, she’d definitely know how you felt about losing if you stuck that in her, but I think that’s beyond the rules. I’m pretty sure it won’t even fit. Sorry man, you gotta find something else.”

Since these guys were from a frat whose behavior had led to it being shut down, I wasn’t surprised that there were several boo’s at his decision. Tall Guy frowned, made the ok-it-was-worth-a-try gesture and resumed his quest. Alan moved up by me and quietly said, “Some of these guys are poor on impulse control, but I’m keeping an eye on them. Your associate was very clear about how far we can go.”

Despite his assurance, I was again doing a little yelling into the gag when he nodded approvingly at what Tall Guy had chosen on his second try. He walked up, and held a round hairbrush in front of my face. I was pleased to have my observation that a woman lived here confirmed, but not happy she’d inadvertently provided Tall Guy with his find. At least it looked clean, and I tried to convince myself he’d found a brand-new one.

The brush was about an inch and a half in diameter, and he rubbed the bristles with his thumb to show me how stiff they were. I know I’ve had bigger dildos used on me, but never one that was covered with spiky bristles!

He made eye contact and said, “I’m going to do this slow.”

Moving down to my exposed pussy, he spread my lips with one hand and I felt the first of those stiff fibers scraping the entrance to my pussy. It stretched me open, and the bristles poking against my pussy walls were an unusual sensation, painful and exciting. He slowly inserted the brush to it’s full six inch depth, leaving just the handle sticking out of my pussy. I released the breath I’d been holding since he started, happy that although it had hurt going in, it wasn’t bad now that it had stopped scraping me.

He looked questioningly at Alan, who nodded and said, “Just a few.”

Smiling, he slid that stiff-bristled brush in and out of my pussy in three slow deep strokes. As you can imagine, I was yelling into that gag on both the in and the out strokes. Those guys were going to find a damn sensitive pussy when they finally got around to fucking me!

Stopping with the hairbrush shoved all the way in again, he looked at me and said, “There bitch! Maybe you won’t remember me for being the best guy to lick that slutty pussy, but I bet you’ll remember having that hairbrush stuck up your cunt!”

He looked at Stocky Guy, made the “all yours” gesture towards my ass, and walked over to get a good seat for the next event.

Stocky Guy came up to the side of the bed, dropped his pants, and let his already-hard cock free. I looked at it and was not pleased to see that although of normal length, it was thicker than average. Not a monster like Tiny had shown me at the last party, but enough above average that I wasn’t thrilled by where he planned to stick it.

“Yeah bitch, that’s right. A nice thick cock that’s going in that ass of yours. You’re gonna’ squeal when I slide this up your tight butthole.”

He moved down türbanlı escort between my pulled-back legs, and I jerked when I felt a touch on my asshole. I felt something much smaller than his cock work it’s way into my butt, and was happy to feel a little lube being squirted in me.

Then I felt the head of his cock press against my ring-piece. He placed his fingertips on each side and pulled as he pressed his head harder against me. I took a breath and tried to relax my muscles as the pressure steadily increased. With a little scream into my gag, I felt my ass open up and the head of his big cock slide into me.

“That’s just the tip bitch,” he said, and wiggled the handle of the hairbrush left and right, causing me to focus on that sensation for a few seconds.

“Here’s the rest.”

I panted as he slowly pressed himself deeper, the shaft of his cock stretching me further as my ass tightly gripped the hard dick that had wedged me open.

“Ahhh,” he said as I felt his balls touch my ass cheeks, giving me a big cock all the way up my ass to add to the hairbrush in my pussy. I lay there and savored the feeling of being so incredibly full.

He gripped my thighs with each hand and I felt his cock sliding out of my ass. He stopped with the head just inside me, and then slowly slid the full length back in.

“Damn her ass is tight!” he exclaimed to his friends, “Glad I get it before the rest of you bums loosen it up.”

With that he almost withdrew, then drove his cock back into me, but not slowly this time. After a few strokes he settled on a steady rhythm, not slow, but not fast either. He was going as deep as he could though!

“Fuck that ass Spooner!” yelled one of the guys. “Tear that bitch up!”

“Ok bitch, time to hear you squeal,” he said. He withdrew his cock completely from my ass, paused a second, and then thrust it back in. The pain as it re-entered me got him the squeal he had promised, and as he repeated this complete exit and re-entry of my ass I couldn’t help but squeal with pain each time he plunged back into me.

“Goddamn she’s squeezing my cock!” he yelled as he pushed himself hard against my ass, holding his cock deep as he squirted his cum inside my thoroughly fucked butt. Once he was done coming, he slowly pulled his still-hard dick from within me, gave the hairbrush a wiggle and walked towards what I presumed to be a bathroom to wash up.

“Don’t want you to lose all that cum, bitch,” said Alan. He took a thankfully medium-sized butt plug and inserted it into my ass, none too gently. “This’ll keep your ass ready for later though. But now it’s time to use your whore pussy. “

Gang Bang

Alan reached down and slid the pillow out from under my butt, putting the opening to my pussy at the right angle for his cock, and adding to the tension on my legs. I moaned into my ball gag a little. With Eddie’s help, they again moved me in to their desired position. My wrists were both cuffed to the same side of the bed, and they slid me over to that my head was close to the edge. They then adjusted the straps to my ankles to even them out and thankfully reduce the tension at least a little.

“I know you love having this in your snatch, but all good things must come to and end,” said Alan, grabbing the handle of the hairbrush. With a smile he pulled it out of me, giving it a little twist as he did so that caused fresh pain to shoot through my pussy.

He announced to the room, “Anyone want some of this pussy, line forms behind me!” This got smiles and laughs from the group, and I saw several guys put down their drinks and start to queue up.

The relief of having my pussy empty was short-lived as he immediately replaced the hairbrush with his cock, making me grunt as he drove all the way into with a single hard thrust. The hairbrush treatment had made me a little more sensitive, or maybe it was my imagination. Either way, I felt the smooth head of his cock as it slid in and out of my pussy. I closed my eyes and just enjoyed getting the first of what was clearly going to be a lot of cocks fuck my pussy.

After what seemed like a short time, he moaned, “Oh yeah, take it bitch!” and I felt him press hard against me as he filled my pussy with the night’s first load of hot cum. My thought that I was sorry he hadn’t lasted longer was immediately replaced by the realization that it didn’t matter. The line of guys ready to plunge their cocks into me was a wonderful feeling. Even though Alan hadn’t gotten me off yet, I knew that at least one of them would!

“Sorry about the sloppy seconds,” he said with a smile to the guy at the head of the line as Alan moved out of his way. Guy number two was skinny and needed a haircut, but there was nothing wrong with the cock that he began to rub up and down on my pussy lips, teasing me. I thrust my pelvis up towards it, making it clear I wanted it inside me.

“Heh,” he said, “Look at this whore wanting more cock. Don’t worry baby, we’ve got plenty more cocks for you tonight!” With that, he gave me what I wanted and thrust himself into me. I moaned in pleasure as he began moving in and out.

I opened my eyes when I felt hands on my head. Alan was leaning down and unbuckling the ball gag. He removed it and said, “You got my cock all dirty bitch, clean it off!”