“Have I mentioned how beautiful you look tonight?”

It was actually the first thing he’d said when he picked me up at my dorm, but what girl didn’t want to hear their boyfriend repeatedly complimenting them?

“You did, several times, but I don’t get tired of hearing it,” I replied. “You look pretty good yourself. I still can’t believe you ironed your shirt.”

He was two weeks in to rushing Alpha Gamma — the same frat his dad, uncle and grandpa had been in at their own universities. Not that Jace was opposed to keg stands and parties, but the real reason he wanted to be apart of this organization was to make his family proud.

Tonight was a mixer for the potential new members that had made it to the last round of the rushing process, and were just a week away from officially joining. I helped him style his hair earlier, and even showed him how to whiten his teeth. It was like playing with a doll — and it was so adorable.

I made sure I looked the part too — heels, perfume, dress. I wasn’t wearing anything special, just a black cocktail dress but it made my assets look pretty damn good. Of course, my wonderful boyfriend of four years assured me that he meant I was beautiful, and not just because of those assets. But they didn’t hurt.

We had my roommate take a few pictures before we left, and I smiled looking at them on the walk over. I compared it to our first homecoming pictures from four years ago, our freshman year of high school. We were cute then, but now we looked all grown up.

It was almost midnight, and we’d talked to so many frat bros, just head was just about spinning. Well, the two vodka crans were probably partially to blame too. And the frat bros were actually nice and so were the couple of girlfriends who had come too.

“Ready to head out?”

I chugged the last bit of my drink. “Yep, I’m officially maxed out from these heels,” I replied. “You’re probably going to be carrying me home.”

We’d made it two steps from the table when the frat president Grant stepped in front of us. He was actually a nice guy, but looked every part the stereotypical frat president.

“Hey Jace, me and the exec board need to ask you something,” he said. “You mind coming downstairs with us?”

“Yeah no problem,” he replied.

He squeezed my hand and offered me a grateful smile. “I’ll give you a foot rub when we’re back, as a thank you.”

“And I want DoorDash.”

“Duh, of course we’re getting DoorDash,” he whispered. “I literally already have it pulled up on my phone.”

“That’s the hottest thing you’ve ever said to me.”

Grant was joined by four other guys on the executive board that I vaguely remembered meeting — Alex, Leo, Miles and Jacob, I think.

They led us to the basement that we’d been shown earlier. Definitely the nicest frat basement I’d been in so far since starting college — it was pretty clean, didn’t smell like beer and rotted food. They even had a pool table, a kitchenette with a dining table, and a coffee table with coasters — coasters!

“So you remember last week how we said all potential new members had to go through a challenge, like a little hazing?”

Grant had come to a stop in the center of the room, the four guys standing behind him.

They look like they’re a boyband posing for an album cover, I thought.

“Yeah for sure,” Jace replied. “So what’s my challenge? Gotta pound a 12 pack or something?”

They all laughed softly. One of them mumbled something about “pounding” but I couldn’t hear what he said.

“Nah,” Grant replied. “We just have to make your girl Ivy cum five times.”

“What?”

“Five times?”

Jace looked at me with a raised eyebrow, as if to say, that’s what you found shocking?

I shook my head, clearing the confusion. “And yeah, what? Are you crazy?”

“I mean, you don’t have to,” Miles, said with a shrug. “You just won’t get to be an Alpha.”

I looked over at Jace, watched as his expression drooped in disappointment. I loved him so much, and even though he would say he loved me so much more than a stupid frat and would never force me to do this, I knew he’d still be heartbroken about getting cut.

I looked back at the boys. They weren’t out of shape, but they weren’t exactly bodybuilders. I doubted they’d actually be able to hurt me, even if they tried.

And I wouldn’t really need to feel all that guilty. It’s not like I was cheating. I mean, I would be doing this for him, and it wasn’t like it was my idea in the first place.

“It’s fine.”

Jace’s eyes bugged out of his head. “Babe, what? No, you —“

“I mean it’s not like they want me to walk on hot coals,” I said.

And, I thought, this would be easy. I’d make some noises, shake my thighs a little and bam — do that five times and we’re out of here.

“I can’t let you do that for me,” he said.

Well, I’d be getting touched and fucked by some not-bad looking men. It wasn’t exactly that steep of an asking price. If anything, I would be the one hurting him.

“It’ll be fine,” I assured him. “It’s no big deal.”

“Don’t worry,” Miles said. “We won’t cum in your girl’s pussy. Plan B ain’t cheap, and it would have to come out of the beer budget.”

Wow. And they say frat guys aren’t compassionate.

“Gee, thanks.”

I rolled my eyes when he winked and blew me a kiss.

“Oh, and another thing,” Grant said. “We wanna tie you guys up.”

What the hell kinda frat is this?

“Uhh why?”

Grant shrugged. “It’s hot,” he replied. “Plus we heard you didn’t mind getting tied up.”

My head snapped to Jace. He winced, and I watched his throat bobbed as he swallowed.

“It was an accident,” he conceded. “I had a few too many drinks and slipped up.”

I couldn’t get too mad. On how many girls nights had I recounted graphic details of our sex life to my friends?

“Oh well.”

I looked back to the boys, who were eagerly awaiting my answer.

“Sure, why not — tie me up.”

“You too, Jace.”

He gulped. “Alright.”

I stood there, shifting my weight back and forth on my feet. I gave Jace a reassuring squeeze with my hand while we watched the boys spring into action.

Two of them slid a wooden dining table next to the pool table, two others cleared the surfaces, and Grant unwound a rope he’d pulled out from somewhere.

“Oh,” Jace said softly. “They’re gonna strap us down on those things.”

“Yep.”

Jace caught my eye. He looked so guilty, like he’d just asked me to tightrope a canyon.

“Relax, babe,” I said. “This will be a very funny story 20 years from now.”

He nodded. “Yeah. And I owe you a lot more foot rubs. And probably a bigger engagement ring than I was planning.”

“Oh for sure.”

“Alright,” Grant said, clapping his hands together once they were done setting up. “Strip.”

I had Jace unzip me, and then I peeled off my bra and underwear. My heels were the last to go, and then I was naked. In front of basically strangers.

“Damn,” the one with reddish brown hair, Leo, said, readjusting his bulge while he stared at me.

“You too, Jace,” the tall one - Jacob said. “Leave your boxers on though.”

He nodded, and did as asked.

They directed me to the dining table, and Jace to the pool table. They tied Jace down quickly, a limb to each corner. They did the same to my ankles, but only bound my wrists a together, not to the table.

I squirmed a bit due to the cold basement air hitting my spread pussy. And the fact that I was somehow getting a little turned on.

“Alex, you’re up first.”

The freckled kid walked towards me. He looked a bit shy, but there’s no hiding the rock hard erection he was sporting in his pants.

“Newest member gets first go.”

He was the accountant or finance guy on the frat’s board or something like that, something to do with math and numbers.

With my hands bound, but not fastened to the table, Alex was able to grab me and pull me towards him until my legs were bent and my ass was right on the edge. And he had perfect access to my pussy.

Alex gave me a small smile before he dropped to his knees between my spread legs.

And when he gripped my muscular thighs and leaned in, I knew I’d really underestimated him. This kid looked sweet, but like he hadn’t ever had the touch of a woman.

Clearly, I was wrong.

The little shit started swirling his tongue around my clit like he owned it, flicking it here and there while his finger ran up and down my slit.

I had to bite my tongue to stop myself from whining.

I had been able to keep quiet so far, but I couldn’t stop the pressure growing in my lower stomach. I clenched, grimacing when Alex slid his tongue all the way into me and brought me right to the edge.

“Fuck,” Jacob grunted, stroking himself through his shorts. “She’s totally gonna cum.”

Sweat dripped down my forehead as I tried to stay quiet. I screwed my eyes shut, trying to figure out a way to let myself cum without making a scene. But I couldn’t focus with the way this kid was tongue-fucking my pussy like he did it for a living or something.

Grant was at my side when I opened my eyes. Apparently they’d all ditched the shirts. He grabbed my jaw with his hand and turned me towards Jace.

“Look at him,” he said. “Look at the little cuck while you cum.”

“It’s ok,” Jace said. “I know it feels good, just let it out.”

I nodded, whimpering out of gratitude, and then I stopped holding back the moans trapped in my throat.

And, not that I had much choice, I stopped holding back my orgasm.

Alex groaned into my pussy as I came on his tongue.

I twitched when he dipped two fingers inside me after I’d come down from my high. My jaw dropped as he raised his fingers, covered in my grool, and brought them to my mouth.

“You’re up, Leo,” Grant said.

“I’ve been really trying to up my fingering game,” Leo said as he came to stand between my legs. “So I’m gonna use you as practice.”

“Good luck,” I snorted.

Jace was a pro with his fingers, but I doubted this frat guy had much experience focusing on a woman’s pleasure.

Leo smeared two long fingers in my wetness, laughing lightly when I squirmed.

“Good job, newbie,” he said to Alex. “She’s soaked.”

The other guys clapped the kid on the back.

With one hand, Leo spread my pussy lips, opening me wide to him. Then he used his other hand to explore my folds, stroking and petting.

Uh oh. May have underestimated this one.

He took his finger and started circling my opening.

“Didn’t anyone tell you not to play with your food?” I snapped. “Just — fuck!”

He shoved this fingers into me, all the way to the hilt. He gave me one second to adjust and then he started moving.

He slid his fingers all the way out, just to slam back into me, his palm smacking into my clit.

He was moving so fast and I was so wet that he created little splashes with each push back into me.

“Fucking shit,” he grunted. “She’s squeezing the hell out of my fingers.”

He brought his other thumb to my clit and started drawing tight circles in time with the pumping of his fingers.

Thankfully, his fingers were slightly to the left of that little spot inside me. When Jace got the pad of his finger there, he could make me squirt like a fucking hose. But I couldn’t have that happen now.

Still, holy fucking hell did this kid know how to use his fingers.

I screamed as I came, eyes shut tight as the pleasure washed over me.

I opened my eyes in time to see Leo pop his fingers into his mouth. “Damn, she really does taste good,” he said.

He looked back to me, and gave my thigh an appreciative pat. “Thanks for the practice.”

I was still catching my breath when Leo moved away and Miles took his place between my legs.

He slid his tip up and down my slit, laughing when I jolted every time it came in contact with my clit.

He was too impatient to tease me for too long. Miles lined his tip up and then pushed into me.

“Shit,” he breathed.

He took a minute to relish the feeling, and then started snapping his hips into me.

I loved getting my pussy ate, loved the feeling of fingers — but nothing could fill me up like cock did.

Miles held onto my waist as he drove into me over and over again.

“She’s — nghh fuck — she’s tight,” he groaned. “Guess Jace isn’t working with much equipment.”

Internally I rolled my eyes. Miles might be slightly bigger than Jace, but not by much. And he also clearly didn’t know how vaginas worked.

But he felt too good for me to really care.

Miles leaned down and took a nipple in his mouth. He flicked the nub back and forth, and sucked and lapped it.

I watched Grant move next to me and yank down the waistband of Jace’s briefs.

“Holy shit, look at the little guy,” Miles said. “He’s got precum all over himself. He fucking likes watching his girlfriend take a bigger cock.”

Miles stopped for a second, and I was only vaguely aware of him untying my ankles. Then, my legs were being flung over his shoulders, and he was driving back into me.

I cried out, hands gripping the edge of the table above me as he drove into me over and over. This angle let him hit so hard, so deep.

“Jace,” I moaned.

“Damn, I’m the one balls deep in her and she’s still moaning your name,” Miles said. “You got a good one, dude.”

Jace’s face was something in between pain and pleasure while he looked at me.

“Press down on her stomach,” Jace groaned. “It-it’ll make her squirt.”

Should I feel betrayed or turned on that he just gave them that info?

Miles took Jace’s advice and pressed his hand down on my lower stomach. I watched as he realized he could feel his dick moving inside me, listened to the low growl that came out of him.

“Cmon, squirt for me,” Miles said through gritted teeth. “Let me see it.”

I screamed and watched as I sprayed all over Miles’ abs. I was making a mess and he couldn’t tear his eyes away from my gushing pussy.

It felt too good for me to care about being embarrassed.

He fucked me through my orgasm, thrusts getting sloppier as he got closer to cumming too.

Miles’ cock started twitching as he spilled himself into the condom with a loud groan.

“Fuck that was hot,” Miles said as he eased out of me. “I’ve never seen a girl do that before. Thought it only happened in porn.”

“Glad I could give you guys a lesson,” I snarked.

Jacob stepped into my view. Guess I know who’s up next.

“Miles, help me get her up,” Jacob said. “I want her to ride me.”

I slowly started moving up and down. I was so over sensitive that every movement felt like I was being electrocuted.

“Oh I know you can do better than that,” Jacob teased. “You just don’t want to show off, is that it? Don’t wanna make Jacey jealous?”

I didn’t give him a response.

He gave a dramatic sigh. “Fine. Miles, wanna help me out?”

Two large hands grabbed me by the waist, and then I was being bounced on Jacob’s cock. Miles made sure I took him all the way, slamming me down until there wasn’t a sliver between us.

It was so painful and so pleasurable every time my clit smacked against Jacob’s lap. I was screaming and moaning and making some strange noise.

“Oh fucking shit,” Jacob groaned. “Look at her tits.”

Jace and I had fucked in front of the mirror enough times for me to know how good my tits look while I’m on top. So I knew these frat douches were getting a really good show.

They’d left my hands tied in front of me, and I was able to maneuver my hands up to my chest. I pinched my nipples between two fingers and rolled them back and forth.

“Aw princess, why didn’t you just ask for help?”

Jacob pushed my hand away and replaced it with his own.

It felt so much better when someone else was playing with my nipples. I felt myself getting even wetter, even though two seconds ago I didn’t think it was possible.

Miles didn’t let up, barely grunting as he heaved me up and down on Jacob’s dick. I was helping out a little, but my legs felt like they were in the verge of giving out.

Guess all those leg stands were a good arm workout.

“Dude, go get your dick sucked,” someone said. “You look like you’re gonna blow a load in your shorts.”

Alex stepped into my line of vision, standing behind Jacob’s shoulder. He was cautious as he pulled himself out of his shorts and gently guided my head towards his crotch. Then, not so shy.

He pulled me all the way onto him, groaning when I gagged at the intrusion. I relaxed my throat and took the last little bit of him all the way in.

Alex let me set the pace, ever the gentleman. For some reason, that act of kindness motivated me to give him my best treatment. I swirled my tongue over his tip, lapped at his shaft and kept his cock nestled in my throat.

“H-holy fuck,” he said. “You’re-that’s good.”

My tits were swinging back forth over Jacob’s face. It took two tries, but he finally grabbed one of my nipples between his lips, and sucked.

I moaned around Alex’s cock and his hips bucked at the vibrations.

They were right — he was about to blow his load. He was twitching and throbbing in my mouth in seconds, salty precum coating my tongue.

“Fuck, I’m, I’m…” he sputtered into a groan. “Can I cum in your mouth?”

I nodded as best as I could.

I kept my nose to his stomach as he came down my throat. I didn’t let a drop spill, and gave him an extra lick as I released him with a pop.

He was smiling with a dazed look in his eyes when he stepped back.

Jacob upped his effort beneath me, snapping his hips harder and harder while I kept slamming back down onto his cock.

“Oh fuck,” I whimpered.

“What’s that? You’re gonna cum, aren’t you?”

I didn’t even know who said it, but I nodded.

“C’mon baby, cum on this dick,” he said. “I’m — shit — not gonna last much longer.”

I clenched when he pinched my nipple and that sent us both over the edge.

I whimpered when I was hoisted into someone’s arms and moved. I was set back down a few moments later, and I looked down to realize they had put me on Jace’s face.

Four down, one to go.

“Gotta do something special for the grand finale, yeah?” I recognized the voice as Grant.

A hand on my back pushed me to lay flat, putting my face near Jace’s cock. The poor thing — the tip was angry and purple, absolutely drenched in precum.

I leaned forward, about to give him a lick when a hand wrapped around my throat.

“Tsk-tsk,” Leo said. “Not so fast.”

Then he yanked me down on his own cock while someone else positioned themselves at my pussy.

Oh, shit. They were going to fuck me over Jace’s face, force him to watch another man claim my pussy just inches away.

“Fuck, you weren’t kidding,” Grant said as he pressed his tip into me. “She’s so fucking tight.

He groaned as he thrust his entire cock into me, and I heard Jace whimper from beneath me.

I knew Jace was bursting at the seams. I could feel my nipples graze his twitching cock as I was rocked back and forth over and over again.

Mr. President was fucking the shit out of me.

Grant’s dick was slightly smaller than Jacob’s, but it was a bit thicker and its curve put his tip right against my g-spot.

I could feel it coming, like a balloon inflating in my stomach. I tried to warn Jace, but the words were complexly muffled by Leo’s cock in my throat.

I screamed around his length as I squirted on my boyfriend’s face.

Leo grunted and then he was shooting his load down my throat, forcing me to swallow it all. Grant’s hips stuttered and then he was cumming too.

I jolted when I felt something splash across my tits. I looked down to find Jace’s cock spurting ropes and ropes of cum.

Who knows how long it took for my orgasm to run its course — could’ve been hours for all I knew. I was cock-drunk and beyond satisfied.

Someone picked me up and place me back on my feet while Alex and Miles untied Jace. The second he was free, he was wrapping me up in his arms.

“I’m sorry,” I said.

“Don’t be sorry,” he said. “You did nothing wrong.”

My sopping wet pussy made me think otherwise. But then again, he literally came all over himself.

“I love you so much,” he said, arms tightening around my waist.

“I love you too,” I replied, nuzzling into his neck.

I released him, realizing that I was still naked and covered in cum.

“Congrats, man! You’re in,” Grant said. “Official process starts next week, but you’re all good, Jace.”

“Thanks guys,” he said, shaking Grant’s hand while the other’s clapped him on the back.

It was so odd, how everything seemed almost normal despite what had just happened.

They handed us some wet wipes and the clothes they’d taken from us. Once we were decent, they said they were going to lead us out.

I noticed, as Jace wiped himself off and got dressed, that he was still hard.

I caught his eye, communicating in that way that was only possible when you’d been dating long enough.

We’d talk about it more later, but I could see it — he had liked what just happened. He was very conflicted about why he did, but he liked it.

I gave him a nod of assurance, and he returned with a smile.

I had a feeling we’d be doing something like this again, but next time, it would be fully intentional.