Mister Independent l

NOVEMBER 2003, SOPHOMORE YEAR

"I'm sorry things didn't work out with you and DJ." Dawn squeezed my hand and patted my shoulder.

It was Monday morning and we were sitting on a bench by Memorial Glade, just outside the Main Library. After spending the weekend hiding out inside the house with Dayna, Brandi, and Adrienne, I'd finally told Dawn the story while we had an hour to kill in between classes. She seemed a little disappointed that I hadn't talked with her sooner, but now wasn't the time to get upset with me. After all, SHE was the one who'd moved out of the house.

With a couple of days between me and the breakup, the sting had started to fade. I just shrugged, "It's okay. You were right though: It would have been weird if you ended up my sister-in-law."

"Still," Dawn said sympathetically. "Breakups are never easy."

I leaned into Dawn's hand on my shoulder and chuckled. "Actually, I think your mom took it harder than I did." I still remembered the death grip Deanna Evans had on me before I finally left to drive back to Berkeley on Friday night.

Dawn cracked up at that and looked off into the distance. "Yeah ... Mom still has it in her head that you're going to marry one of her daughters and give her grandkids that unite our two families. Guess Dayna's her last hope."

I snorted at that and arched an eyebrow. "Seriously?"

Dawn laughed and nodded. She sighed and said, "I never told you but Mom got really mad when I agreed to move in with Ryan. Don't get me wrong, she likes the guy. But he's not you. And I don't think she realized how serious I was with him until I moved in. And then she got really happy when you and DJ hooked up."

I chuckled. "I always wondered about that. She was a lot more ... permissive ... with me and DJ than she was with me and you."

Dawn shrugged. "Well, you guys are older now. And Mom let us get away with a LOT of stuff when we were just 13 or 16 or whatever."

"Yeah, well, it's a moot point now. Maybe you can check in with DJ later and see how permissive your Mom is with DJ's next boyfriend."

Dawn rubbed my shoulder and said, "Hey, there's still a chance that it'll be you."

I arched an eyebrow. "Ah, did you miss the part where I explained how we'd broken up?"

Dawn shrugged. "I didn't say right away. But when DJ gets over you and decides she's ready to date again — which between you and me won't be until AFTER she gets her college acceptance letters — she may very well decide she wants another shot with you. The real you."

I sighed. "Maybe ... maybe not. DJ was right about one thing, I never really got to know her all that well. All I was thinking was 'DJ Evans: Dawn's hot little sister who's had a crush on me forever'. It's a very appealing concept to a guy."

"A more appealing concept than 'Dawn: Best Friend Forever who wants you back'?" She arched an eyebrow with a teasing smirk on her face.

I leveled my gaze at my best friend, feeling my heart tighten. "Don't even fucking kid about that."

"Sorry, sorry," Dawn put her head down, biting her lip. I wondered how much her joke was rooted in truth.

We were both silent for a long while, and then I looked up at The Campanile to check the time. We'd spent our whole break talking about this.

So standing up, I leaned back and offered my hand to Dawn. "Come on. Let's get to class."

One side-effect of no longer having a girlfriend was that I suddenly had a lot more time hang out with my old crew. It wasn't that DJ had been occupying my time during the weekdays, but I HAD been gone from Friday afternoon through Sunday night every week, and as such I simply missed out on a lot of the things going on in my friends' lives. Plus, just knowing that I didn't have a phone call or instant message session with DJ waiting for me at home, I automatically started hanging out at Dawn's and Ryan's place for a little longer than usual. And with Adrienne no longer dating Grace, she came as well, at least whenever she didn't have a sorority event.

I took the time to play video games with Bert and Ryan while the girls gossiped about whatever. ("Boys love playing with their joy sticks," Robin had quipped.)

Adrienne talked fashion and would go on shopping outings with the girls. ("Just what Dawn needs ... more clothes," Ryan had sighed.)

And collectively, Adrienne and I spent a lot more time getting involved in our friends' conversations, studied together, and generally re-became a part of their lives. We made the effort to talk with them, to bond with them. We shared homework. We talked about classes. And we started sticking around to grab dinner with them instead of heading home. I even went to play basketball on Wednesday night with Ryan, Bert, and the Seniors. Matt Kanemura, Brandi's boyfriend, was a little standoffish with me, but nothing serious happened.

Just for the hell of it, Robin suggested we all head out to a miniature golf place on Saturday. And for the first time in recent memory, I found that I was available to go with them.

Technically, I'd never really lost them. But it felt good to have a crew again.

One other side effect of no longer having a girlfriend was that I suddenly had a lot more female attention than before. It was as if all the girls around me telepathically knew that I was no longer attached, and was in fact now 'Open for business'.

Perhaps subconsciously, I'd been living my "not-outside-the-family" promise to DJ by keeping my flirtations with other girls in check. Yeah, I joked around some, but I had been careful not to say anything to lead a girl on. And beside restraining myself, I had somehow broadcasted at all times that 'Yes, I have a girlfriend and yes, she makes me very happy.'

I didn't broadcast that anymore.

Apparently, I now broadcast, 'I'm handsome and fantastic in bed and I'm a wounded animal who needs some tender loving.' And girls started coming on to me.

The obvious ones were Brandi's and Dayna's friends. With Matt and Brandi reconciled, for now at least, it was more comfortable for the group to rendezvous in our living room again, not to mention closer to campus. Kerri, Julie, Ashley, and Erica did have a house further away, but it wasn't as big or as comfortable as ours. And those four girls were happier keeping our place as the social lounge and their place more private for their respective boyfriends.

Well, not Kerri. The hot redhead had been single for a few weeks now and even when I'd been dating DJ, she'd been making innuendoes about the two of us fooling around just for the fun of it. And in the week after my breakup, she started dropping hints about being there to comfort me if I wanted.

And then of course there was Monique. The statuesque, busty bottle-blonde had never stopped flirting with me. And during that same post-DJ week, she was far less subtle about her intentions. On Wednesday, she took one look at me when I walked through the door before stating in her gorgeous French accent, "Now there is a man who needs a blowjob. Would you like me to give it to you?"

But as appealing as a Monique-blowjob sounded, I just wasn't ready for it yet. Sure, it would feel good. Sure, I WANTED it. But I wasn't an oversexed 16-year- old anymore. I had other things on my mind besides raw physical relief...

That and ... well, Adrienne was still recovering from her own breakup. We knew we weren't getting back together, but we were crawling into bed pretty regularly to mutually provide each other with the physical comfort we needed. So it's not like I was lacking in the bedroom department.

And it wasn't only in the house that I got this increase in female attention. Apparently, Adrienne hadn't exaggerated the impact I'd had on the Tri-Delt sorority. At least once a day, and usually much more, some random girl would walk up to me out of the blue and start flirting, completely oblivious to Dawn's presence next to me.

Most of the time, I had no idea who the girls were, and had to admit such when Dawn would ask, "Who the hell was that?"

But eventually, I noticed that some of the girls were wearing Tri-Delt pledge pins. Once I realized this, I started to recognize some of them, albeit only vaguely. And after the first week, I found out it would only get worse.

Adrienne returned home from the sorority one day to say, "You're in trouble now, Tiger."

I looked up at her with an eyebrow arched in confusion, and she went on to explain. "The Pledge Mistress set a bounty on you. First girl to seduce you gets 100 pledge points."

My eyebrows shot up. "Is that a lot?"

Adrienne just nodded and then smiled wryly. "Actually, the initial bounty was 50 points. I spoke up and explained that you had just broken up with your girlfriend and were keeping a low profile, trying to get them to leave you in peace for a little while. But that Leighton is kind of wicked — probably why she's the Pledge Mistress — and she promptly doubled the bounty."

"Glad to know I'm in demand."

"Technically, I won because of what we did last night." Adrienne smirked. "But Leighton deemed that I didn't count and gave me 50 points to butt out. Jumped me from 8th to 4th. She's still siccing the other 22 pledges on you. Well, 21. She declared Misty ineligible too and gave her 25. Maybe even only 20 because I don't think Grace is going to make a play."

"8, 25, 22, 7, 946..." I drawled. "You lost me."

Adrienne cracked up.

"Still, 20 girls trying to seduce me..." I sighed and shook my head in resignation. "It seems ... too easy."

"Too easy?"

I spread my hands out. "Don't get me wrong, I have nothing against casual sex. But fact is: I'd rather be with you than just ... get laid by some random pledge."

Adrienne smiled. "Aww, how sweet."

I shrugged. "I want more than just a hookup. I want to be happy."

"Wow." Adrienne seemed surprised by the sincere tone in my voice and gave me a look of pride. She reached out and patted my shoulder. "You're growing up, Tiger."

I beamed but blushed. Then I flashed her a naughty grin.

Her smirk came back knowingly. "But you're still gonna fuck some of those pledges, aren't you?"

I grinned even wider. "Fuck, yeah."

I felt proud of myself when Adrienne commented that I was growing up. I liked the way I felt when she said it, and I wanted to maintain that feeling as best I could.

That meant that I couldn't let myself rebound again. Yeah, I was hurting inside from the loss of a girlfriend. Ever since I first started dating Megan at the end of Sophomore year in High School, I'd never really gone very long without having one, going from Megan to Cassidy to Adrienne to Dawn, and then Allie and back to Adrienne and Paige and DJ in rapid succession. The longest stretch I went without a girlfriend was probably my 'nottogether' phase with Adrienne, and even then I was so close to her that it didn't really count. So I was used to always having a girlfriend. I was used to always having a partner. I was one of those guys that just didn't want to be alone.

Maybe it was time that I tried.

Yeah, I missed DJ. But the driving force in me rebounding with her was the need of someone... anyone ... to be with me. I had NEEDED someone to love, someone to love me.

Maybe it was time I learned to get along on my own.

What was it Brooke had once told me? I had to grow up and stop letting stuff happen TO me. I'd made small changes, but life was still coming AT me and I was just reacting to it. Even DJ, who was two years younger than me, had figured out our relationship wasn't what it should be well before I did. For a long time, my girlfriends and sisters had loved me and had been the ones to effect change in my life.

Maybe it was time I stepped up and effected the changes in MY life.

And it started with me. If I was going to be happy, I had to figure out how to be happy by myself. Only then could I figure out how to be happy WITH someone else. I didn't want to depend on my girlfriend to make me happy anymore.

So where to start? Not with finding a girlfriend. But what else would make me happy?

I pondered that for a long time, sitting alone on the couch in the empty living room. It was a Friday night, exactly a week since DJ and I broke up. Dayna was with Kevin. Brandi was with Matt. And Adrienne had retired to her room to take a shower. I had nothing but time to figure out the new direction of my life.

Who am I? What kind of person do I want to be? What is it that makes me happy?

I heard a door open and turned to look, and at that moment I completely lost my train of thought.

Adrienne stood in the archway from the hallway to the living room, clad only in a silk robe. Her golden blonde hair was slicked back tight against her scalp, darkened with dampness. Her hazel eyes burned a bright gold as she stared at me, but I only stared at her beautiful face for a few seconds. That's because the silk robe was open from throat to tails, her massive 34G/36F breasts pushing the flimsy material open to the sides so that they hung loosely over her mounds, but exposed the pink nipples which were erect and upthrust in the cool November air. My gaze trailed down her tight tummy to the juncture of her thighs. Adrienne leaned against one side of the archway, flexing one leg with a knee pushed out to her right. This opened up her freshly-shaven bare crotch, showing me that her labia were already parted and moist as she had likely been rubbing herself in the shower.

The stunningly gorgeous blonde goddess was ready for sex.

"It's a lonely Friday night, Tiger. And I feel like earning another 50 pledge points. Think you can help me out?"

I stood up, the erection in my jeans leading the way.

I am a sexual creature... THIS is what makes me happy.

As expected, the Tri-Delt pledges started making runs at me. Jocelyn Canilao, the slender Filipina in the French Maid's outfit at the party, showed up with two other pledges. The girls collectively giggled so much they sounded like a nest full of baby chicks, and proved to be quite entertaining to my Microecon classmates. Even Dawn just stepped aside and watched in amusement. The Tri-Delts only scattered when Professor Isakova arrived and glared at them. And oddly enough, I found that Professor Ice was giving me some strange looks of her own after that.

Tonya Brackett was an exotic-looking girl who reminded me of Thandie Newton in Mission: Impossible II. She was very casual about striking up a conversation with me when I was in the library searching for some texts, and it wasn't until I saw her pledge pin that I realized I was being seduced. I had to admit, I was quite tempted. Despite the relatively high percentage of blacks in Berkeley — especially compared to Orange County — I'd never actually bedded one. Flirting with Erica Jackson, one of Dayna's friends, had been the closest I'd ever gotten previously. And yes, Tonya did end up using the line, "Once you go black, you never go back."

And then Cadence Carmichael nearly made my heart stop when she introduced herself by walking right past me and flashing me just the shortest of flirty looks on her way by. The tall, gorgeous strawberry-blonde with electric green eyes was very much my type, having a spectacular body with a slender waist and D-cup tits. I found myself turning my head to stare at her ass as she sashayed by in the opposite direction; and Dawn had to jerk on my hand to make sure I didn't walk into a bush. It took me a second to recognize that SHE was the butterfly at the Tri-Delt Halloween party, and I was instantly filled with all of the sexual longing I for her I had felt back then. But rather than stop and come talk to me, she just continued on her way, leaving me to crave more.

They were just the beginning. Over the next week, sixteen of the pledges propositioned me in one form or another. Adrienne told me that they had to prove their social skills, that proper Tri-Delts never just bent over and said, "Please fuck me." They enjoyed sex, but that didn't mean they were easy. And yet fourteen of the sixteen more or less stated their willingness to have sex with me on their first attempts, only two of them taking more deliberate paths of seduction. I suppose it was the race mentality, everyone trying to be first and everyone knowing exactly how a boy's mind works. And five of them made specific reference to being curious about the now-legendary "Big Ben Experience".

For example, Andie Holland was another bottle-blonde, with nicely sculpted dark eyebrows and pouty lips. She told me that she and her sorority big sister, Carli Singer, had been with the girls listening outside the door that Halloween night. She promised me that the two of them would do anything I wanted... anything ... in any positions and in any holes ... if I could just make them scream the same way.

I was seriously tempted to take Andie up on the offer. But two things held me back. One, only the first pledge got the points. I didn't yet know whether that meant the other pledges would stop pursuing me, or if they would still want to nail me just out of curiosity. For now, I planned on stringing them along as a group until I figured out a way to boink a whole bunch of them. I could afford to be greedy.

And two, Adrienne was still giving me all I could handle. Post-breakup, she seemed to require my services more frequently than usual, and the resulting encounters could still blow my mind. All-Day Adrienne and I were just so sexually compatible that our chemistry was positively corrosive, and I mean that in a good way. And with a stunningly gorgeous hot blonde with big tits and a penchant for anal sex keeping my libido in check, I was having more fun teasing the Tri-Delt pledges than actually following through. Better to keep playing than just get laid once and end the game.

The only one who might've gotten me to cave to my desires was Cadence. But like a true butterfly she flitted in and out of my life, passing me by frequently but only stopping long enough for a flirty laugh or a quick conversation before going on her own way and leaving me wanting to talk to her more. With her sensuously melodic voice and hypnotizing eyes, she had my full and undivided attention each and every time. But each time didn't last long enough for me to really get to know her. The game seemed to be more than just single seduction. Unlike the others, it wasn't about convincing me to let HER fuck ME; it was about getting me so tightly wrapped around her fingers that I would be begging her to let ME fuck HER.

But in the meantime, I still had the other pledges pursuing me. Lakhi Sharma — or Princess Jasmine as I fondly remembered — got really close one day. I don't know what it is about Indian girls, but every now and again you come across one who seriously has tits that are just WAY out of proportion with the rest of her petite body. Lakhi was one of them, standing only 5'4" but sporting perky 34D's that I would have HAD to think were fake if I hadn't had my own lips and hands wrapped around them myself. And she bumped those tits into me while walking down the street after I'd dropped off Dawn but before I made it to my house.

I realized thirty seconds later that the girl had gotten my address — most likely because she knew Adrienne and I were rooming at the same house — and also figured out my routine of going from Dawn's house to my own. So, like any good stalker, she had meandered around some spot between Dawn's place and mine, just waiting for me to arrive. And today, since Dawn and I were a half-hour later than usual, Lakhi had probably been hanging out on that street for quite a while.

I actually felt a little flattered at the lengths Lakhi had gone to, and I played along with her. I complimented her outfit. She giggled coyly and played with her hair. She dropped a flirty innuendo and I made reference to remembering the sound of her moans from the other night. She laughed and punched my arm playfully. I enjoyed the attention and she was clearly aroused by the possibilities.

But time was running out, and by the time we reached my house, she pretty much gave up on social seduction and grabbed my shirt, saying, "Please, Ben. I need you to shove your thick cock up my ass and make me feel as completely overwhelmed with bliss the way you did on Halloween! I've never felt that way before ... ever ... and when you violated my most sacred place I felt like I was being taken to The Paradise after death a little early. Please ... I need you."

I was turned on. I was horny. The thought of buggering Lakhi again set my blood on fire. And whether knowingly or not, she was using MY trigger phrases like 'I need you' in a perfect, pleading voice that went straight to both my heart AND my loins. Plus, I hadn't gotten laid in a couple of days and I was really, really horny. Still, I protested that I had a lot of homework and told her maybe some other time. And in the end, I managed to slip inside the front door and shut Lakhi out.

Adrienne was already home and through the window, had witnessed my gentle but firm rejection of her fellow Tri-Delt pledge. She was standing in the hallway when I finally collected myself and turned around, a knowing smirk on her face. "Are you sure you're the same Ben I knew in High School?" she teased. "The last time we broke up you nailed Helene McGregory and half her friends inside a week!"

"It was more than a week," I growled. And then I strode forward rapidly, reaching Adrienne before she could move. I grabbed her hands, pinned them behind her back, and roughly shoved her up against the wall, grinding against her crotch with the bulge in my shorts that Lakhi had created. "And I didn't have you at home."

"So she DID get you turned on..." the blonde bombshell breathed.

"Hell, yeah. For such an innocent-looking girl, she certainly has a wicked mouth."

"So..." Adrienne smirked, with a tease in her voice. She reached a hand up between us and pushed lightly against my chest, holding me at bay. "If I say 'no', then you'll have no choice but to run after Lakhi and fuck her brains out?"

"Sure, if you want her to win the 100 points," I groaned, continuing to grind myself against Adrienne's body. I knew she could feel my hard erection, and as I squeezed her wrists a little tighter, I could sense her heating up with passionate lust. Every now and again, Adrienne REALLY liked it when I just dominated the shit out of her.

"Hey, that's a pretty good idea," she panted, trying to maintain control. At the moment, she was on top and she knew it. "I bet I could make a bunch of money if I 'helped' one of those girls win this task."

"Nah..." I shook my head, deciding to take charge. After all, I wanted to be on top a few times in my life. And still holding Adrienne's wrists tightly, I pulled us both off the wall and then started marching her backward towards her own bedroom. "I think I'll just fuck your brains out and skip the pledges," I growled.

"Ohhh..." Adrienne groaned, her eyelids closing halfway. But she was still fighting back. "Then I'll say 'no', Ben. 'No'. You can't have me. Better run after Lakhi."

I smelled bullshit. Adrienne and I had too close of a connection for me not to realize she wanted to get pounded just as much as I wanted to pound her. So calling her bluff, I let her go and immediately took two steps back. "Fine, you said 'no'. I'll just go in my room and jack-off. I'll take my thick, hot, throbbing cock into my hand and stroke it powerfully, tensing all my muscles as the self-inflicted pleasure shoots through my body. I'll find my box of tissues and blast a thick, creamy, steaming hot load of man goo into a defenseless wad of tissue paper. I'll be fine. The pledges can simmer." I shrugged and then turned away while Adrienne whimpered.

"Fucking bastard." Adrienne grabbed my shoulders and yanked me back to her, gripping the base of my neck as she pulled us into a frenzied nuclear kiss.

I chuckled and scooped her up into my arms, carrying Adrienne like a newlywed bride across the threshold while doing my best to keep my tongue lodged in her throat. I forcibly kicked her door open and waltzed up to her bed. And grinning to myself, I suddenly broke away and unceremoniously tossed her onto the mattress, sending her shrieking and sprawling.

I win.

Now where were those handcuffs and blindfold?

"AAAAAHHH!!!"

"Unnnnnghhh!!!"

"FUCK!" Adrienne threw her head back as her body convulsed with her final orgasm. Her anal muscles clamped down around my invading prick, trapping it at the maximum depth of her bowels.

Trapped or not, I gave a last lunge with my hips, trying to cram even more of my dick up my adoptive sister's asshole. The impact finally collapsed her legs, dropping her body onto the mattress with her knees jutting out to the sides. My body landed flat atop hers, causing us both to groan while our climaxes continued and I filled up her anal cavity with a few more gushes of sperm.

When I was finally done, and had also recovered my breath, I slowly extracted myself out of Adrienne's ass and knee-walked around the bed to park myself next to her face. The stunningly gorgeous blonde had her face turned away from me with her cheek pressed against a pillow while she panted softly. I reached over and unhooked her handcuffs from the headboard, while leaving her wrists still bound together. Gently taking her still-blindfolded head, I pulled her around to me and used my fingers against her cheeks to direct her to open her mouth. And then I made her clean me off.

"Mmm..." Adrienne moaned happily, knowing she was completely at my mercy, and knowing I would only push her so far.

But I wasn't thinking about trust and mercy just then. I looked down and saw the beautiful girl kneeling before me, her lips stretched by the wide girth of my cock and the upper-half of her face covered by a black blindfold. And a new thought popped into my head.

"Hey, Adrienne..."

"Hmm?" She popped off my cock and tilted her head up to me, somehow giving me a quizzical expression despite the blindfold.

I smirked, even though she couldn't see me. "I've got an idea."

It was an easy matter of getting into the bedroom. The Tri-Delt chapter house had balconies running the full lengths of the second and third floors. It was a cold day outside when my plan went into action, and I easily scaled onto the second floor and over to the target's room without anyone noticing. Once there, I simply waited for her to arrive.

Leighton Barrister was a Senior and this year's Tri-Delt Pledge Mistress. Relatively tall at 5'9", she was a beautiful young woman with dark blue eyes, lustrous dark hair, chiseled cheekbones, and an upwardly-tilted imperious nose. She also had a Sports Illustrated swimsuit model's body, as I could clearly tell when she entered into her bedroom wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around her torso, fresh from taking a shower.

Predictably, she tried to scream when I came out of the shadows and grabbed her around her waist while clamping another hand over her mouth. Personally, I was against this part of the plan, especially given my skittishness over abuse of females. But my girls insisted it was necessary.

"Please don't scream. I won't hurt you," I said in as calm a voice as I could, even though I knew it wouldn't calm her down at all. Hopefully, the next part would. "My name is Ben. And I understand your girls have been instructed to find me."

She stopped struggling immediately and simply tried to turn around. I loosened my grip enough for her to turn her head while still covering her mouth in case she decided to try and scream. She looked at my face with terrified eyes, clearly recognizing me. After all, the bullet scar along my left cheek was pretty identifiable. And only then did her body relax.

"I'm taking my hand off your mouth now," I said calmly, and removed my hand. Immediately I fished the fur-lined handcuffs out of my pocket and firmly but not violently began slipping them around Leighton's wrists behind her back. And then I finished, "But I'm not letting you go."

"What are you going to do?" she asked fearfully, resisting my grip on her wrists but not completely trying to fight me off.

"Simple," I replied while focusing downward as I cinched the cuffs closed. "I'm going to fuck your brains out."

She inhaled sharply and tensed up, but didn't try to break free. I reached a hand up to her cheek with my thumb beneath her jaw, gripping it firmly. And as I forcefully pressed my lips to hers, I yanked her towel away and then jerked her naked body against the bulge in my jeans.

The beautiful brunette groaned and melted against me. I'd learned how to kiss a girl from the best. Dawn had first taught me the basics. Keira had refined my skills. Going nuclear and volcanic with Adrienne and Dawn had honed me to the point where I could potentially induce an orgasm just by kissing a girl. And now Leighton looked well on her way to doing just that.

I had the blindfold around her head before she realized what was going on. Her eyes flew open for just a second before the black cloth slid down to cover them. And when I gripped her bound wrists and jerked her down to the floor, she was panting rapidly from both adrenaline and arousal.

Leaving Leighton kneeling upright before me — naked and with her wrists bound behind her back — I noisily opened up my belt and unzipped my jeans. Staring down at her, I extracted my erect cock and took it in hand, shuffling forward until I was within reach of her face while she breathed heavily, her mind probably still racing from the suddenness of this all. Holding my prick, I then lightly tapped my mushroom head against her cheek, smiling to myself when she instinctively turned her mouth toward it.

"You can scream all you want. You can say 'no' all you want. I won't pay any attention," I said calmly. "But I am not here to rape you. If you want me to stop at any time, just say 'apricot'. Do you understand?"

I could clearly see the gears working in Leighton's head as she kept her head down, and for a second I thought she would say it. But then she tilted her head up and looking at me, sight unseen, she said clearly, "I understand."

I grabbed her head, used my fingers against her cheeks to open her mouth, and then pushed my cock inside. Leighton moaned and immediately began sucking.

While erect, I hadn't been completely hard. Yeah, I got off a bit on physically dominating a girl, but not being 100% sure that Leighton was a willing participant had tempered my lust. Now, her full acquiescence — not to mention her hot, wet mouth — had me hard enough to break steel. And she moaned again as she felt me getting even thicker to stretch her lips.

But I wasn't here to go off in her mouth. Gripping her head firmly, I pulled Leighton's head away from my hard, wet prick and then scooped my hands beneath her armpits. She wasn't a small girl, but I yanked her up onto her feet like a rag doll and then frog-marched her the few feet over to her bed, where I pushed her down face-first with her legs hanging off onto the floor.

She grunted and turned her face to the side on impact while I stopped to divest myself of my clothing. Once I was naked as well, I grabbed her hips and shifted her into a better position. And then I knelt beside the bed and sank down between her spread thighs. Leighton's crotch was now hanging off the edge of the mattress, and I leaned in to take my first swiping licks at her puffy pussy lips.

"Ohhh, shit..." Leighton groaned when she felt my oral attention. She went limp on top of the mattress, her hands still cuffed behind her and on top of her ass. And whimpering softly, she moaned her way through a couple of orgasms while I played around with my tongue and fingers, automatically seeking out her erogenous zones and trigger spots the way I did with every new girl I was with.

But I wasn't here just to eat her out. After her second orally-induced orgasm, I wiped my mouth off and stood up. "I'm going to start fucking you now," I said calmly. Her only response was another moan.

Gripping her waist, I lifted Leighton up onto her knees, forcing her face a little more into the mattress since she was still cuffed and unable to use her hands to brace herself. She did finally scream when I lunged forward and swiftly impaled her with my cock, burying myself to the hilt on that first thrust and ramming her with enough force that my balls swung forward and slapped against her swollen labia. After that first scream, she turned her face and literally started gnawing on the sheets, grunting and whimpering while I steadily pounded her pussy from behind.

"Oh, shit ... oh, shit ... oh, shit," Leighton whimpered while I rhythmically long- dicked her, getting her tight tunnel used to the sensation of being spread wide by my invading prick. I kept up that slow, steady pace long enough to decide how much she liked that style of stroking. And then I started varying my thrusts and threw in a few corkscrewing motions, experimenting to figure out just how this girl liked to be fucked.

Turned out that short and hard was her thing. Most girls are more sensitive around their vaginal lips than deeper in their tunnels, and Leighton was no exception. When I got to the shallow, rapid thrusts, I heard a noticeable increase in the pitch of her whimpers. She clenched her eyes shut and bit down on the sheets, and I felt the tightening of her pussy muscles as she ramped up toward orgasm.

"Ah, you like that, bitch?" I growled, concentrating on the new thrusting style. And surprise, surprise, I felt her tighten around me even more when I called her "bitch". On a whim, I let fly with my right hand and spanked her asscheek.

"FUCK!" Leighton yelped and bounced her ass back at me, taking me deeper for a single thrust. So I let fly with my left hand and reddened her other cheek.

"FUCK!" she yelped, jerking back again. I just grinned and went to work.

"FUCK! ... FUCK! ... FUCK!" Leighton yelped three more times in rapid succession before I yanked her off the bed and planted her feet on the floor with me. Bending my knees slightly to maintain the angle, I then gripped her hips and started slamming myself against her bright pink buttcheeks harder and harder.

"You like that, bitch?" I growled. "You like feeling me spanking your naughty ass, Miss High-and-Mighty Pledge Mistress? Tell me. Tell me!"

"Yes!" Leighton whimpered against the mattress, flexing her arms still restrained at the wrists behind her lower back. "Spank me again!"

I let fly with a wicked slap, causing her to yelp once more. Then I grabbed onto her handcuffs, using them as a hand-hold to jerk her body against my pistoning prick. "You love this! Being helpless. Being held down and savagely fucked. Don't you? Tell me. Tell me!"

"Yes!" she screamed and I spanked her again.

"You're used to being in charge, aren't you? You get off on it, bossing around all these young girls who are so desperate to please, don't you? Well you're not in charge right now, bitch. You're blindfolded and handcuffed and pinned to your own fucking bed beneath me while I ram my big dick up your self-righteous cunt. You're at MY tender mercies now, and I'm not fucking leaving this room until you're passed out on the fucking floor in a puddle of sweat and cum. You wanted to get some voyeuristic thrill out of setting all your little pledges after me? You wanted to know what the Big Ben Experience is all about? Well now you're gonna fucking find out. Take it, bitch! Take my cock up your prissy little cunt! Take it! Take it!"

"FUUUCK!"

"Take it! TAKE IT!" I bellowed, spanking her ass again and ramming myself even harder.

"FUUUUUCKKK!!!"

"CUM, bitch, CUM!"

"FUUUUUCKKK!!!" Leighton screamed loud enough to announce to the whole house that she was getting a royal pounding.

"ARRRGHHH!" I bellowed, announcing to the whole house that I was the one pounding her.

And together, we CAME.

Leighton's toes dug into the carpet as she strained against the mattress. Her ass quivered and her pussy spasmed as the incredible climax tore through her body. And she trembled beneath me while my cock spat out wads and wads of scalding hot cum into her sucking cunt.

We'd never spoken to each other before this day. Literally, my first ever words to her were 'Please don't scream'. But now she was pinned naked, blindfolded, and handcuffed beneath my body while I held my pelvis against her buttcheeks, gushing my sperm down into her vaginal cavity. So maybe it was a soulless fuck with a near-total stranger. At least it was a fuck on MY terms, and on MY initiation.

When I stopped humping her ass and just leaned against her, flexing my slowly softening dick inside her saturated pussy, Leighton sighed and turned her face to the other side, away from the puddle of drool that was forming beneath her cheek. "That was incredible."

"We're not done with you yet," I intoned as I slowly withdrew from the bound and blind brunette's tight snatch. I then released Leighton's left wrist, rolled her onto her back, and repositioned her lengthwise along the bed.

Only then did my choice of words filter into Leighton's brain. "Wait, 'we'?"

I looped the handcuffs through the headboard and re-bound her wrists together. Leighton tugged against them in a mild panic and futilely looked around the room, her blindfold still preventing her from seeing a thing.

"Yes, 'we'," I finally answered. I grinned and looked to the door, where my two assistants had entered in upon hearing Leighton's first orgasmic scream and then stayed in the shadows to watch me fuck the shit out of her. My first assistant came straight to me and wrapped her arms around my neck, sealing her lips over mine and giving me a fierce nuclear kiss. "Fuck that was hot," Adrienne growled right in my face.

"Go on," I nodded to the panting, naked brunette. "You told me you'd been fantasizing about doing this to her ever since I told you about my idea."

Adrienne giggled and then swiftly moved between Leighton's thighs, where she split apart the Pledge Mistress' legs and dove in to noisily slurp my cum out from her still trembling cunt.

"Ohhh, shit..." Leighton moaned as she felt the agile tongue and lips go to work on her nether regions. She probably had no idea it was even a girl going down on her.

Meanwhile, my second assistant finally approached. She wrapped her arms around my neck just like Adrienne had, and gave me a searingly passionate kiss. When she pulled away, Misty Madsen blinked her smoky-gray eyes at me and smiled. "Thanks for inviting me."

I smiled right back. "Thanks for getting me into the house. Couldn't have done it without you."

She blushed prettily and then reached down to tickle my semi-soft cock. "Would you like me to help get you hard again?"

I grinned and pushed down on her shoulders, getting the slender brunette to kneel with my dick right in her face. "Please," I said encouragingly as Misty opened her mouth and slurped me inside, her active tongue going to work. "And then I promise I'll make you scream just as loud as Leighton."

"Holy shhh ... Holy fuuuhh..." Misty groaned and let her head loll back against the mattress and away from Adrienne's crotch. The two beautiful 19-year-olds had been sixty-nining, Adrienne on top, when my adoptive sister signaled to me that Misty was ready for the final act.

I'd left Leighton panting on the floor, exhausted and still blindfolded. And with Adrienne guiding my way, I'd sunk my throbbing dick into Misty to drill her overstimulated pussy while Adrienne nibbled on her clit.

This evening wasn't the first time Misty and Adrienne were having sex together. From what I understood, being Grace's roommate had provided Adrienne with several opportunities over the last year and a half. But the two hadn't been together since well before Adrienne's and Grace's breakup, and tonight my stunningly gorgeous adoptive sister had been eagerly attacking not only the prissy Pledge Mistress, but also her old friend. Together, Adrienne and I had really worked quite a number on both brunettes, and I realized that we made a pretty damn good team. Heck, my brain was already percolating with ideas about the "Big Ben and A.D. Experience".

Speaking of which, Adrienne slid herself off of Misty, since the brunette was now too overwhelmed to focus on completing the sixty-nine. Adrienne's right hand went to Misty's breasts while she slid her left hand beneath the panting girl; and then she popped her index finger through Misty's anus. Predictably, Misty screamed, "AAAAA-urp!"

Adrienne had muffled Misty with a wet, steamy kiss.

At the same time, I went for Misty's trigger — that L2 vertebra — and scraped my cock against her G-spot. Misty promptly convulsed just once, as if she'd been hit with those heart-attack paddles they use in the ER. And then her eyes rolled back in her head and she started drooling as she passed out from the force of her orgasm. "Nnnnnggghhhaaaa..." Misty's now unconscious body sighed without her, and she wilted into a lifeless puddle on the bed.

One down. One to go. I'd saved Leighton for last.

The beautiful Pledge Mistress was already a limp pile of sprawled limbs and sweaty skin. The handcuffs were long gone. Only the blindfold remained, such that she never saw the other two girls who had joined me in royally screwing her brains out for the last two hours. She may have already guessed, but she'd never actually seen them.

Leighton was just barely still conscious as she tried to recover from our last fucking. And she was as limp as a de-boned fish when I hoisted her legs and hooked them over my shoulders while reinserting my rampant prick into her oversaturated pussy.

"I can't..." she whimpered plaintively when I started fucking her. "I can't take anymore..."

"Just one more," I intoned. "But if you want me to stop, you know the word."

"Apri ... Oh, shit..." she groaned as I long-dicked her a few times, holding her still red asscheeks in my hands. I kept my pace slow and steady, waiting to see if she would attempt the word 'apricot' again. But in the end, she merely whimpered, "I don't know..."

I didn't give her time to really think about it. After coating myself with the abundant fluids in her cunt — countless orgasms from her and two from me — I pulled out my now-soaked dick and lifted her hips a little higher. Leighton's body was still completely limp and compliant, and before she ever realized what was happening, I'd slid my cock through her relaxed anal sphincter.

"Oh, SHIT," Leighton grunted and tensed slightly when she felt the anal penetration. "I can't ... I can't..." she pleaded blindly while shaking her head side- to-side, the black cloth still covering the upper half of her face.

"You are..." I intoned calmly. "Take it, bitch," I growled without any real heat. "Take it..."

"I can't ... I can't ... Oh, shit ... You're too big..." she whimpered.

With a sigh, I felt my pelvis push up against her crotch, my cock fully embedded in her tight asshole. With a satisfied grin, I growled, "You just did."

"Oh, shitttt..." Leighton's head tilted back and she moaned as the pleasure took over.

Even after two hours of fucking, I still had enough energy to give Leighton a proper reaming. She, on the other hand, was already running on fumes. Barely conscious, the beautiful brunette simply lay there and took the pounding up her ass, completely unresisting. My hands mauled her tits and stroked her clit while I rutted her against the floor of her own bedroom. And in the end, she tightened up and squeaked out the one final orgasm that put her over the top, sending her into the welcoming bliss of unconsciousness where I couldn't get to her anymore.

As Leighton exhaled her last and let her head loll limply to the side, I was momentarily reminded of when I'd done the same thing to Lakhi. I finished my final strokes and then relaxed as the final flood of cum poured out of me, shooting in pulses along my cocktube and squirting into the Pledge Mistress' bowels. I held myself above her wilted body with my arms locked and hands beside her shoulders, careful not to smother her. And when I had squeezed out the last drops and even felt a little shiver run down my spine, I finally pulled out.

Adrienne looked ready to dive in and suck my jizz out of the Senior Sorority girl's stretched asshole, but I took her hand and held her back. The gorgeous blonde turned and arched an eyebrow at me.

"Let her be," I said. "I promised her she'd pass out in a puddle of sweat and cum on her floor, and I kinda like seeing the creamy trickle running down her buttcheeks."

Adrienne giggled and hugged me. "That was fun. We should do it again."

"C'mon. Let's go take a shower." I gestured to the door with my head.

"What? Like this?" she gestured up and down at our naked bodies.

"Sure. Why not?" I grinned. We moved around to pick up our discarded clothes. Tucking the clothes under my left hand, I reached out to Adrienne with my right hand and interlaced our fingers once again. And then with all the confidence in the world, I opened the door and led us outside.

As expected, there were about a dozen girls in the hallway who looked up in shock and awe when Adrienne and I stepped out, completely in the nude. Sweat was steaming off of both our bodies, and our muscles were still hard in the immediate aftermath of so much exertion. My hair was messy and my bangs hung down over my eyes. I drew myself to my full 6'0" height and held my neck erect. I had just royally fucked the Pledge Mistress up the ass with two other hot babes by my side, and I felt like a Greek God.

Adrienne looked like a Greek Goddess. Her golden blonde hair fell in waves over her naked shoulders. Those massive tits were proud and firm and glistening in the hallway light. She was gorgeous clothed. Naked, she was intimidating. And to have her holding my hand beside me only made me look even better.

I calmly led us past the awed crowd and headed for the hallway bathroom. Behind us, I heard excited chatter start up as the girls squealed about me and Adrienne emerging fully naked and obviously post-coital. The volume sharply went up when they peeked into the bedroom, smelling the pungent aromas of sex and seeing the two unconscious brunettes: Misty on Leighton's bed and Leighton on the floor wearing a blindfold, my cum still leaking out of her ass.

The hot shower felt great on my sore muscles. The way Adrienne rubbed soap into me felt even better. We hadn't had much contact for the past two hours; after all, we could fuck all we wanted at home and we were more interested in blowing Leighton's and Misty's minds. But now we kissed passionately beneath the spray, enjoying the simple feel of each other's body. It felt so wonderful to just tenderly hold her in my arms. We loved each other. And we were lovers.

We were family.

Some of our audience had followed us into the bathroom. With the same confidence, Adrienne and I simply walked out and started getting dressed, neither of us needing to blush. What was there to be embarrassed about? And after making sure our clothing was set and our hair halfway decent, we kissed and then walked out of the house hand-in-hand.

The bounty went up to 250.

Back in Orange County, Keira McNeil gave birth to a healthy boy: 7 pounds, 8 ounces. She emailed me a photo and a note thanking me for everything I was willing to do to help her, even if things didn't turn out the way she'd originally expected.

She also told me the baby's name was Benjamin, after me.

I hyperventilated for the three seconds it took to scroll down and find out that she was joking. The baby's name was Colin, after her dead husband. And I wasn't worried about paternity. The kid in the photo had a small thatch of red hair, a ruddy Irish baby. And I'm not Irish.

I hadn't realized that I'd carried around just a little bit of uncertain tension for this entire time. Even though Keira had told me back in late-May that the baby wasn't mine, I'd never been completely sure of it until the photo arrived. And finding out that I was NOT a daddy gave me an extra boost of energy to jump into my new life feet first, ready to go.

Everything was starting well. My grades were fine and I was cruising toward an excellent semester and hopefully, an acceptance letter into the Undergraduate Business program next Spring. I had friends that enjoyed my company and shared their lives with me, keeping me social and keeping me entertained. And I had the most amazing fuck-buddy at home in Adrienne, who was compassionate sister and nubile nymphomaniac rolled into one.

Plus, the Tri-Delts were absolutely CRAZY for my cock. I still wouldn't touch the pledges — toying with them and the 250-point bounty was way too much fun — but the full-fledged sisters weren't subject to the same rules. Including Leighton, I wound up nailing a half-dozen of them before Thanksgiving Break.

Just like I'd imagined, Adrienne nailed them right along with me. After our little naked walk down the hallway to take a shower together post-Leighton and Misty, the Tri-Delts correctly figured that the easiest path to get into my pants was through Adrienne. They didn't have the authority to give her pledge points or anything, but favors were promised and I'm sure there were a few one-on-ones between the upperclassmen Tri-Delts and Adrienne without me. Once again, the gateway to my dick was through her pussy.

First up was Bridget Marks, the Playboy Bunny who had stolen a kiss from me at the Halloween party. I'd turned down the busty blonde's advances at the time and she'd declared me a monogamist. Adrienne invited me to go with her to the chapter house one afternoon and I soon found myself ensconced in Bridget's bedroom with two hot blondes clad only in their underwear. Adrienne and I double-teamed the Senior Tri-Delt through dinner time, tucking the girl asleep into her own bed with my last deposit of cum still oozing out of her well-fucked cunt.

Next up was Carli Singer. The redheaded Junior tried to pull a fast one on us, as her Freshman pledge Andie Holland walked in halfway through and tried to join in. Fortunately, the rules stipulated that Andie couldn't just mount me unawares and get the points; she actually had to seduce me into it. I'll admit, watching the pretty bottle-blonde fully naked and getting tag-teamed by Carli and Adrienne made me quite tempted to crawl aboard and rut away to my heart's content; but I wouldn't budge and in the end, the only dick Andie got inside her was a strap-on that Adrienne used to send the Freshman teenager into orbit. We still left Carli unconscious and leaking my cum out of her pussy. Andie was merely dazed and whimpering with desire for me to finish her off.

Josephine Beart, Kelly Park, and Leah Hirsch soon followed, every one of them a Senior or Junior Tri-Delt double-teamed into a sexual stupor by me and Adrienne.

And it wasn't even just Tri-Delts I was fucking. Monique St. Claire rather unceremoniously walked into my bedroom one evening, knelt beside my desk chair while I was working on the computer, and gave me that blowjob she'd been hinting at for weeks. After I nutted down her throat and she raved in that adorable accent about how wonderful I tasted, I tackled the French bombshell onto my bed and pounded her through three orgasms before spending myself again deep inside her cunt.

Then there was the time that Adrienne was busy at the chapter house, whether for an actual sorority event or auditioning our next conquest I don't know. But the point was that I got that itch to scratch and decided to pay a visit to Brandi's and Dayna's friends' house. Thankfully, I found that yes, Kerri Trainor was home and yes, she was still looking for a good shagging.

Not too unexpectedly, Julie Carpenter was also home and after listening to Kerri's screams for a half-hour, the pretty brunette with the wide mouth crawled into bed with us. Julie admitted that she probably shouldn't be there with us and I stated plainly that I didn't want to get between her and her boyfriend. But Julie just whimpered and explained, "I STILL can't help myself. There's just something... primal ... about you, Ben, that I can't resist."

And so the three of us fucked the entire night away. Kerri and Julie proved once again that they were far better together than just the sum of their parts, and I fell asleep between their nubile bodies before we woke up in the morning and did it again. And by the time I finally emerged from Kerri's bedroom to head home and get ready for school, the girls' roommates Erica Jackson and little Ashley Tran were giving me intensely appraising looks.

I was living large, getting laid, and enjoying my life. I had more pussy than I could handle, and even Cadence Carmichael started to realize she couldn't just hang back and wait for me to come to her. I found my gorgeous strawberry-blonde butterfly flitting around me a little more often, and lingering a little longer than before. And one Sunday afternoon, she caught up to me just outside of the gym after a session playing basketball with the boys.

"Hiii, Ben," Cadence greeted flirtily as she sauntered up to us, clad in low-rise jeans and a long-sleeved knit sweater with a high collar that hugged her curves and stopped short of her belly-button, revealing a nice expanse of creamy skin across her midsection. She then glanced across my basketball companions. "You boys look like you got quite a workout."

"I've still got enough to give you a workout," remarked Larry, one of the guys. He whistled approvingly and openly leered at the gorgeous young girl.

But Cadence completely ignored him and latched onto me. "Hmm, hot and sweaty," she frowned while clutching my arm. "Not my favorite, actually, unless I was a part of making you hot and sweaty."

"Sorry to disappoint," I drawled.

"Not at all," she shook her head. "Nothing a nice shower can't fix. Now if only I could drag you away from the guys, I might be interested in washing your back."

"Laters, Ben."

"See ya next time."

"Adios."

Looking out for my best interests, the boys quickly moved away to leave me alone with Cadence, chuckling to themselves while also looking back at me with some envy. She WAS freakin' hot. I wouldn't put her in a class with Dawn and Adrienne on pure beauty, but she exuded a sexiness that more than made up for any raw physical shortcomings.

The strawberry-blonde babe giggled and then clutched me tighter as I nodded in appreciation to the boys and turned to head for home. As I expected, Cadence willingly went along with me.

But I only expected her to tag along up to a point. Her style so far had very much been hit and run, popping in, flirting for a minute or two, and then flitting away almost as suddenly as she'd arrived. We traded innuendoes and compliments while walking through the campus. She talked about my muscles and squeezed them appreciatively. I complimented her on the sweater, asking if it was new since I hadn't seen it before. She giggled and seemed flattered that I'd noticed, and in general we were having a good time for far longer than I would have thought.

Then Jocelyn Canilao found us. The pretty Filipina hopped up and latched onto my other arm. "Hi guys!"

"Hey, Joss..." I grinned.

Cadence practically growled, "Jocelyn..." in a threatening tone. Despite being on the other side of me, it looked like she was trying to glower downwards at the shorter pledge. Jocelyn wasn't that short, maybe 5'5", but Cadence's 5'11 plus heels had her towering over the other girl.

"Ooh, hot and sweaty. I like," Jocelyn giggled and smiled at me, completely ignoring the threatening looks from her fellow pledge.

"Won't last long," I shrugged. "I happen to like feeling clean and there's a shower in my near future."

"Ooh, can I watch?" Jocelyn waggled her eyebrows suggestively.

I glanced at the strawberry-blonde on my left arm and then back to Jocelyn. "Long as you don't mind watching Cadence wash my back."

Jocelyn giggled. "Not at all. Actually, I'd love to wash your front while she's doing your back."

"No, thank you," Cadence bit out rather harshly. "I don't play well with others." Her eyes were cool and hard and I could feel her nails digging into my arms with her tension.

"Well dear," Jocelyn said with wide, falsely-innocent eyes and a bit of a smirk, "If you don't need any help doing him, I'd love to do you."

There was no mistaking the grimace on Cadence's face. While she didn't say anything obvious, I got the distinct impression that she was uncomfortable by the idea of having Jocelyn's hands on her. In fact, the look on her face reminded me of the time Megan and Cassidy tried kissing each other for the first time, then immediately broke off and declared it "not sexy".

Okay, so Cadence was 100% straight. I could deal with that, as long as she was willing to fuck me. But I had to admit it dashed a few fantasies I was having of her and Jocelyn — or especially her and Adrienne — sharing a shower with me.

Anyways, Cadence made some excuse about a rain check and then flitted away again, leaving me alone with Jocelyn. And as much as I'd enjoy having a girl join me in the shower, I wasn't ready for the pledge game to end. So I ultimately told Jocelyn we'd have to hook up another time and she went her own way as well. And I returned to the house alone and feeling just a little bit disappointed with the way things had turned out.

But that feeling didn't last long. I entered into the house just in time for Monique and Adrienne to get up and greet me. Monique quickly walked up and for the third time in the last fifteen minutes, a hot girl was commenting about how I was hot and sweaty.

"Nothing a shower can't fix," I shrugged.

"I got a better idea," Adrienne drawled, catching Monique's eye and winking. "Why don't the two of us take you into your bedroom where you can make US hot and sweaty, too? And only after we're done, after we've exhausted every single possible method for three people to wring pleasure from each other's body, then we can all get cleaned up together."

I grinned and opened my bedroom door, beckoning the girls inside. Even though it was less than three weeks since breaking up with DJ, I felt good.

I felt free.

And I was getting more tail than a friggin' peacock.

My life was perfect, right?