The Task

Lizzie had such a crush on Professor Donald. He was tall, dark, and handsome in the traditional way. He always dressed so well for class, even though a majority of the students were in jeans, or sweats, or pajama pants. He commanded attention during class and even the slackers were taking notes and answering questions. He was her perfect specimen.

Lizzie started dressing better for class after the first day. She tried different outfits to see if she could catch his attention: low cut tops, tight pants, and finally, short skirts. On this particular day, Lizzie was in a short, pleated skirt, maybe a little too short, and a low cut t-shirt. Her black lace thong could be seen when she sat in the desk. She couldn’t cross her legs because the desktops on the front row were so low so she had to try to keep her knees together.

As the class went on, her legs would relax and her knees would part. She noticed Professor Donald looking at her legs and then snapped them shut. It was quick, no one else noticed, but Lizzie did. His face betrayed a slight smile as he continued with the lesson. Lizzie blushed but she was excited that he noticed and was pleased. This could be her in…

When class was over, Lizzie waited until the last student left and walked up to Professor Donald.
“Professor, I was wondering if you had some time to help me? I’m a little lost on this current topic.” She watched his face for a trace of excitement, or hunger, or confidence. He simply looked at her and said, “Lizzie, you know good and damn well that you’re one of my top students. You are not confused, you just want to be alone with me.”

Lizzie’s mouth dropped open. She did not expect him to be so direct with her. She didn’t know how to respond so she stood there, fidgeting.

“I’ve noticed your outfits changing but today is the first time you’ve been so obvious,” he said, starting to sound stern.

“Professor I… I didn’t’ realize… I’m sorry,” she stammered, her face getting hot and fear growing in her stomach.

“C’mon Lizzie, you knew exactly what you were doing. And I’ll admit, it was a great distraction in the middle of a hard lecture. But I’m not sure you are ready for what you think you want.” He tilted his head up and looked down at her, waiting for her answer.

It was now or never, “I’m very interested in you and I’ll do anything to be with you Professor!”

“Anything?” His eyebrow raised.

“Yes Sir, anything.” She was so aroused and anxious and curious. But she was also committed to this. She wanted him so badly.

“Alright then, I have a task for you. I am an alum of the Kappa house, do you know it?”

“Yes Sir, they are having a party tonight, Billy invited me.”

“Good. Go to the party and find Rob, he’s the president. Spend the evening seducing and fucking all the officers of the fraternity.”

Lizzie was aghast! He wanted her to fuck other people? What in the hell? “You want me to fuck college boys Sir?”

“These are my fraternity brothers and if you can handle them, then I’ll know you might be able to handle me. That’s my deal, take it or leave it. If you’re uninterested, you are free to leave now and we’ll never speak of it again.” Lizzie stood frozen, her mind racing. Could she do this? Would she do this? She wasn’t a virgin by any means but this was more than she expected.

“How many officers are there?” He smiled, he knew he had her now. “There are 5: President, Vice President, Treasurer, Historian, and Pledge Master. You will need to fuck all of them by the end of the party.”

Lizzie weighed her options: she could do this and possibly get the man she’s been masterbating about all year, or she could walk away and be left wondering ‘what if?’ She took a deep breath and looked up at him, his dark eyes waiting.

“Ok, I’ll do it.” He smiled, nodded his head, and gathered his bag. “Have fun Lizzie!” He left her standing in the classroom coming to terms with what she just agreed to. She steeled her resolve and walked out, heading for her apartment to prepare for the night.

Lizzie spent the rest of the afternoon choosing the perfect outfit, showering and shaving everything, applying lotion and putting on her makeup. Her housemates came and went, going out with their boyfriends or groups of friends for the evening. It was Friday, after all, and the college town had so many options for social life.

Lizzie walked to the Kappa house on the other side of campus. She wore a short black dress, flowy and comfy, but still sexy. Her heels clicked on the sidewalk as she walked and her hair bounced the easy curls she put in it. Her makeup was understated but accentuated the pouty nature of her lips and eyes. She knew she looked good and her confidence grew with each step. She was on a mission and she had no doubt that she would be successful.

The house was busy but not yet full when she arrived at ten. The couches around the house were taken so she made her way to the kitchen to get a drink. One of the pledges was filling drinks from the keg but Lizzie didn’t drink beer. She asked for a mixed drink and he admitted that he wasn’t good at mixing and went to find Rob, the president, to make it for her. What luck, she wouldn’t even have to look for him!

Rob walked in, the quintessential blonde college guy. His blue eyes roamed over Lizzie before he stepped behind the island and asked what she’d like. She asked for a vodka lemonade and he began pouring the cheap vodka and lemonade into a cup. Lizzie thanked him for the drink and leaned closer, “Professor Donald told me to come tonight and meet all the officers. Can you introduce me?”

Rob’s head whipped around and his eyes belied a sense of knowing. A lump formed in her throat as he raked his eyes down her again before coming around the island and taking her by the arm. “Absolutely, let’s go see if we can find them.”

They made their way around the house, gathering the officers in the various lounges and living rooms. They were quite the group by the time they finally found the vice president on the back porch. The group walked off the porch toward the barn-type building in the back yard. Rob stopped about halfway across the yard and circled everyone together.

“Gentlemen, this is Lizzie. Professor Donald asked her to come here tonight and meet us all.” The smiles and looks from the guys told Lizzie that they all knew exactly what she’d been tasked to do. They all took a moment to take her in from all angles. She shivered and sipped her drink, beginning to fidget with her cup.

Rob spoke again, “Lizzie, the Kappa brotherhood has particular activities that it enjoys. If Professor Donald sent you here, then he expects that we will show you what those are. I need to know if you are ready to experience these activities. I need to hear you say it.”

Lizzie looked at each of the guys in turn. They all had hunger in their eyes like ravenous wolves waiting to devour the cornered bunny. Her eyes returned to Rob and she tipped her head back, “I am ready. Show me what you’ve got.”

There was a group cheer and they led her to the barn-like building. There was a red light on in the building that could be seen through the open door and the rest was dark. When they all entered the building, Rob closed the door and locked it. Lizzie’s eyes took a moment to adjust and she looked around the open room. There was a padded panel against the wall with large circular bolts at the four corners, a sawhorse with a padded top, and ropes hanging from stout beams in the ceiling.

The guys proceeded to find different tools from around the room in drawers and closets: rope, a riding crop, a wooden paddle, a blindfold, and an array of sex toys. Rob stepped forward to Lizzie, took her drink and set it on a nearby table, and looked at her. “If, at any point, something happens that you are not ok with, you have 2 choices: you can say ‘yellow’ then tell us what needs to stop but that you are willing to continue, or you can say ‘red’ and we will stop everything and you can leave. If you understand, please repeat it back to me.”

Lizzie looked at him and said, “If I want to continue but need something to stop, I say yellow. If I’m done and want to leave, I say red.”

“Good, thank you.” He stepped back from Lizzie and said, “Take off your dress and bra. Leave the panties and heels.” His voice was more stern and demanding, making Lizzie shiver. She looked around one more time at the other guys in the room and steeled herself. She drew her dress over her head and dropped it on the table with her drink. Her bra came next, set down on her dress, and she stood in the room with nothing but a pair of red lace panties and her black heels.

One of the guys came up behind her and grabbed her biceps, whispering in her ear, “This is going to be fun.” Another of the guys walked up to her and put the blindfold on her. She was led a few steps forward and then felt something hit her across the pelvis. A hand on her back bent her over and she laid on a narrow padded table she hadn’t seen earlier. Her feet were spread and someone tied her ankles to the legs of the table. Her arms were pulled out and down, tied together beneath the table. Her breath was fast, panic welling up inside her. She felt very exposed and vulnerable, but also excited.

Lizzie felt hands roaming her body: down and back up her legs, around her ass, down her back, the sides of her breasts. One hand moved her hair out of her face and she smiled at the tender touch. Then she felt something pushing at her lips. One of the guys was pushing his cock into her mouth. This was what she was there for so she opened her mouth, taking the mid-size cock into her mouth. She used her tongue to wet the shaft and make the strokes slide easier. The cock pumped in and out of her mouth, not so far back as to gag her but enough to get the feeling of being used. A hand at the back of her neck pulled her head in with each stroke and the speed increased.

While her mouth was being used, she felt what she assumed was the leather head of the crop sliding up her inner thighs. Then there was a sharp smack on her left ass cheek. She squeaked and jerked, realizing that she couldn’t actually move very much. Another smack on the right cheek and then back to the right. The hits moved around the cheeks, one then the other, so that the feeling was spread across her entire ass. Her squeaks turned to gasps then to moans. It felt surprisingly good and she moaned around the cock in her mouth, which made it swell more.

“That’s it, relax into it, god your mouth is so hot!” His voice was strained and raspy. He fucked her face harder, faster, touching the head to the back of her tongue. He was panting and then shoved in as far as he could and held himself there. Lizzie felt his cum shooting into the back of her throat, gagging her with the suddenness of it. He groaned and humped her face until he finished cumming then withdrew his cock. Lizzie swallowed the load and gasped for air, her chest heaving. He leaned down over her ear and whispered, “Thank you, good girl, that was great.”

Lizzie smiled and caught herself. ‘Good girl?!’ Why was that a good feeling? Why did that make a heat settle around her clit?

The smacks on her ass had moved to her inner thighs. She bent her knees trying to spread her legs farther and get away from the smacks. When she did that she felt a hand between her legs pressing on her pussy through her panties.

“Woah, she’s wet as hell! I think she’s enjoying herself boys.” They all laughed and the hand returned, pulling the crotch of her panties down and then Lizzie felt the fabric get loose. Did they just cut through her panties? “I don’t think you need these anymore and they’re in my way.” He cut one leg hole as well and the panties fell down her right legs, sitting around her ankle. The sudden uncovering of her wet pussy made Lizzie shiver, the cool air chilled her naked sex.

Another cock pushed into her mouth as she felt a mouth cover her pussy. This cock was bigger than the last and it settled at the top of her throat on the first thrust. This person was more forceful with their facefucking, obviously turned on and wanting to get off. The mouth on her pussy felt warm and soft, the tongue probing her thick lips and finding her clit. Her ass jumped with the lick on her clit and she groaned around the thick cock in her mouth.

“Fuck yeah, Bobby, keep doing that. She’s moaning on my cock and it feels amazing!” Bobby settled between her legs and licked her clit with earnest, pulling her lips open with his fingers and licking directly on her clit. Her moans were strangled by each stroke but it didn’t matter, she couldn’t help herself. The fucking came faster and deeper, making her gag, which made her clit twitch.

Suddenly a cock was shoved into her sopping wet pussy. Bobby was still licking her clit but now she had a cock filling her pussy as well. She was overwhelmed with sensation, feeling full from both ends and still her clit swelled and pulsed, building toward an orgasm.

From behind her, she heard, “Bobby, she’s gonna cum soon, I can feel it. Don’t stop dude.” He was right, Lizzie could feel it too. She kept moaning, gagging, and trying to hump Bobby’s face. The guy in her mouth said, “I’m gonna fucking cum down your throat slut, I hope you’re ready.” He shoved himself far into her throat and unloaded shot after shot of hot cum into her. As he started, her orgasm broke loose and her pussy contracted around the cock inside it. Bobby sucked her clit, licking the very tip, as she rode her orgasm and tried to swallow fast. The guy fucking her sped up and then pulled out, spraying cum all over her ass and back.

As the cock in her mouth withdrew, Lizzie sagged in her bonds and gasped for air, heaving and feeling lightheaded. Her pussy was pulsing still, her clit engorged and sensitive. She felt a smack on her ass and a manly chuckle, “That was awesome. What’s next?”

Lizzie laid on the table, waiting for the next cock when she felt her hands being untied. Next her ankles and she was pulled up by her hair into a body, their arm around her to hold her upright. After a moment, she was turned around and laid back down on the table. Her arms were pulled above her head and her legs were tied calf-to-thigh and secured to the sides of the table. She couldn’t close her legs or cover herself at all.

Very quickly she felt hands all over her body: squeezing her breasts, twisting and rolling her nipples, slapping her inner thighs, smacking her pussy, fingers pushing in her mouth. She was a toy to be played with, her head was swimming, but she was enjoying all the different sensations.

The cocks came from every direction. There was one in her mouth, one in her pussy, and one in each hand. Lizzie did her best to keep up with all the cocks but she struggled with the multitasking. As she gagged and moaned, she felt a cold slippery substance being spread on her asshole. Then, she felt a cock being pushed into her asshole. She screamed around the cock in her mouth and squeezed the cocks in her hands. The cock stopped and started moving slower. The adjustment was incredible. She was completely full, all her holes stretched around hard cocks.

Lizzie lost track of time. The cocks were switch periodically, short stints of emptiness before being filled again. Her breasts were grabbed, nipples pinched, clit rubbed, and always the fucking of her face, her pussy, and her ass continued. The guys lost composure, calling her a whore, telling her that her pussy and ass were so tight, calling her a good girl. Lizzie was lost in a sea of sensation. She could only feel and moan and gasp. Her brain had shut down and she was being used to her fullest potential.

“Oh my god, her fucking pussy is gonna make me cum!” The strokes became erratic and then stopped, cock fully buried inside her and pulsing, pumping her pussy full of cum. He groaned and grunted, which set off each other cock in turn. Her ass and her mouth were filled quickly with cum, her face and chest were covered in cum. When the grunts died down, they all stepped back and left Lizzie covered in and dripping cum from all her holes. She was breathing heavily and moaning, feeling suddenly more empty.  

Lizzie was untied and her legs were stretched out slowly. One of the guys helped her sit up and her head spun, making her feel dizzy and giggle. She felt the cooling cum sliding down her face and chest. The blindfold was removed and she opened her eyes slowly. She saw all 5 guys standing in front of her, breathing heavily, their cocks hanging spent. They all looked at her and she looked back at them, a goofy smile plastered across her face.

Rob stepped forward, “Are you ok?” His eyes searched her face for signs of distress.

“I’m fabulous!” Lizzie sounded drunk. Rob helped her stand on her shaky legs and offered her a towel. She took it and wiped her chest and face. The guys started getting redressed so Lizzie did the same, sans panties because they were a strip of fabric on the floor now. Once everyone was dressed, Rob led Lizzie back into the house to find a bathroom. Lizzie used the bathroom and checked herself in the mirror. Her makeup was ruined, smeared all over her face. Her hair was obviously messed up. Lizzie did her best to make herself look less like she’d just been fucked by 5 guys while tied in the backyard. She emerged from the bathroom and Rob asked if she needed anything.

Lizzie said, “No, thank you. I’m ok. I think I’m going to head home. Thank you for an amazing night!” She kissed Rob and headed out the front door into the night. Her pussy and ass dripped cum down her legs all the way back to her apartment. The smile she had was noticed by several people during the walk, all wondering what could make such a pretty girl smile that big.