FAITH
“Oh, how I love a good dick down.” I was getting dressed for APF Freak Night in our dorm room. “Hope, you need to hurry up and get dressed. We can’t be late. The sorors will have a fit.”
“I’m not going.”
I glanced at Hope, who was sprawled out on her bed reading One Taste by Allison Hobbs.
“You’re sitting there reading a book about a man who loves to eat pussy and you’re talking about missing freak night? You better get your ass up.”
“I don’t have to be there every single month, Faith. It’s not like all of you are going to refrain from fucking because there’s one less pussy present.”
I pushed her feet on the floor and sat down beside her, yanking the book out of her hands. “You know the damn rules. The sorors who plan freak night invite men based on the number of us who are expected to attend. Unless we’re out of town, or home for vacation from school, we have to be there.”
She glared at me with puppy dog eyes. “Don’t you ever get tired of the freak nights? I mean, don’t you ever want to settle down with one man and do a bunch of off-the-wall shit with him?”
I put my right palm over her forehead. She pushed it away. “This, coming from you? Soror Lick ’em Low?”
“Whatever, Ride ’em High.” She sighed. “Okay, I guess that I’ll go. I haven’t had sex in a few days and Raheem didn’t have that anaconda he was rumored to have.”
I fell out laughing. “I tried to tell you that he started that lie himself to get play. Your dumb ass fell for it. Now you’re another notch on his belt here at Crockett University. That’s why I don’t fuck around with dudes from school.”
“Faith, you’re always so caught up in trying to be Miss Goodie Two Shoes, ever since we were little. Then you turn around and do wilder shit than I ever could.”
“I don’t shit where I eat. As long as I’m keeping my business away from school, I don’t ever have to worry about it spreading across campus.” I got up and started putting on my black high-heel pumps. “Get up and get dressed.”
“Where is freak night tonight, anyway?” Hope asked, finally starting to move about to get dressed. I watched her shuffle through designer clothes. Label whore!
“It’s at that cyber café over on Eighth Street.”
“Oh, that’s right. Soror Sweet Walls and Soror Good ’n Plenty are throwing tonight’s gig. Should be interesting.”
We both laughed. The two in charge for the month, whose real names were Pamela and Cornelia, gave an entire new meaning to being freaky. There was no telling what we were in for.
“I wonder what we’re going to do at a cyber café,” Hope added. “Should we take our laptops?”
“I can’t imagine what we would need laptops for.” I checked out my makeup in the mirror. “Whatever we need, they’ve got it covered. They didn’t mention laptops. Pamela merely called with the address.”
“Cool. Give me fifteen to get dressed and then we’re out of here.”
I thought that I had seen it all…until that month’s freak night. We were indeed inside a cyber café in downtown D.C. The neighborhood was kind of deserted because Washington clears out at night, except for certain spots. The windows were tinted so people could see out but not in. Sure, there were cars driving by but no heavy foot traffic.
The place was two levels. By the time we got there, all the men were already upstairs. Pamela and Cornelia told us to get undressed; another reason why Hope did not need to be so pressed about what to wear. On freak nights, everyone ended up in their birthday suits eventually.
There were laptops on the tables where we were, along with jack rabbit vibrators, a remote control and our web cams were on. Once all of us were in place, except for the two hostesses, we went live and on each laptop appeared a fine-ass man who was upstairs. Mine looked like he was tall, even though he was seated. He was light-skinned and bald with gray eyes. He was more Hope’s type than mine but I could live with it. I was sure that before the night ended, I would have meat of all flavors to toy with.
Soror Sweet Walls told us what to do downstairs while Soror Good ’n Plenty told the men what to do upstairs. Then she came to join us. Technology can be a blessing and a curse. In this case, it was definitely a blessing. The men had on vibrating thongs and now had their chairs pushed back so we could see them on our laptops. We all put the vibrators inside our pussies and positioned ourselves so they could see. Then the games began. They used the remote controls upstairs to operate the vibrators inside of us and we used our remote controls to operate their thongs. Talk about some hot shit.
There were rotating pleasure beads in the shaft of the see-thru, purple jelly dildo and a vibrating, rabbit clit vibe at the base.
“Mmmmm, this shit feels so good,” I told my fuck buddy through the web cam.
“My dick is hard enough to split bricks,” he said back to me through his.
His eyes were starting to roll back in his head, probably because I had increased the intensity of the vibrating action in his thong. His dick was about to burst out of it. He looked like he was hung like a mule. The thought of climbing on top of his dick in one of the chairs was exhilarating.
“What’s your name?” he asked me.
“Soror Ride ’em High.”
“My name is…”
“I don’t want, or need to know, your name. It’s against the rules,” I reminded him.
He blushed. “Will you marry me?”
“I can’t marry you but I can fuck the living daylights out of you.” I set the remote down for a second, held two fingers to my lips and then placed a kiss on the computer screen for him. “Would you like that? You want me to give you the fuck of the century?”
“Hell yeah!” He blew me a kiss back. “You’re going to make me cum!”
I had already had two orgasms. Shit, vibrators never fail! “Go ahead and bust that first nut. I’m going to handle the second one.”
I glanced around the room. Sorors were working the hell out of their vibrators with one hand and the remote controls with the other. They were moaning and engaging in dirty talk with their men and I could hear the men talking shit back. A group of men walked past the front window on their way to H Street. They did not even look our way. They could not see or hear a thing. If they only knew what was going on behind those dark windows, they would have paid out the ass to be a part of the festivities.
Men were always hand selected by the hosting sorors. Despite what people said about there being a shortage of men, especially in D.C., that was not true when it came to finding available dick. No man had ever been invited back twice and we never had an issue filling up the available slots.
We could not have a man at a freak night more than once. It was too risky. We never held it in the same location twice either. I had no idea how Pamela and Cornelia had snagged the cyber café but I am sure it came down to cash or possibly the owner was one of the men upstairs. I did not know and I did not care. I simply wanted to get my freak on.
When I redirected my eyes back to the screen, my man was so excited that he looked like he was about to combust.
“I can’t take it anymore!” he exclaimed and ripped his mule dick out of the thong right on time so I could see him shoot a load all over the screen. They had been instructed to do that and again, the shit was hot!
I also climaxed again. There was something about seeing a man lose control and shoot a load that did it for me. Some women find it nasty but someone ejaculated to get all of us here.
Hope was three tables down from me and I could not really see what she was doing, nor did I want to. Even though we’re twins and both sorors of APF, there are certain visuals that I try to avoid. Sometimes it is possible, sometimes it is not. Sometimes I could feel her getting fucked, even when I was getting fucked my damn self. One day, some scientist needs to weed through that phenomenon and figure shit out.
Another thirty minutes went by as everyone else completed the game. All the men ha
d to shoot on the screen before we could proceed. My man stayed in his seat but I could see other men walking behind him, carrying bottles of beer and telling some of the others to “hurry up so we can all get some pussy.”
I was feeling impatient myself. I was ready for a good dick down. “Speed their thongs up on the remote controls. Talk nastier or something to them. Suck on your own tits to get them hot. Shit! Let’s get a move on.”
Soror Twister, real name, Allison, rolled her eyes at me. I could see her from eight tables down. I rolled mine back. She was probably the hold-up. Fuckin’ newbie!
HOPE
I could sense Faith’s annoyance from several tables down. Patience has never been one of her strong points. I was with her though. It was time to get down to some serious fucking. Granted, I had pulled an attitude earlier and did not really feel like transforming into Soror Lick ’em Low. But once we were there, my punany was on full alert and ready for action. I had to give it to Cornelia and Pamela; this was some off-the-chain, futuristic shit. I wonder if decades from now, when it really becomes too deadly for people to even touch each other because of STDs, if this is how people will have to get down. If it is, I don’t want to be around. I can’t imagine life without dick. Toys are cool but there is no substitution for the real thing.
I hear a lot of sisters talking about how they don’t need a man, how they pop their own rocks with dildos and vibrators. While toys are okay from time to time, they are being delusional because the human touch—the heat—is not going to be replaced by plastic. If they expect people in the future to refrain from sex, they better set a cutoff date for fucking. Something like, all children born after 2050 have to get some immunization against getting horny. Otherwise, it will be hard as shit to prevent it. Once a person samples sex, puleeze!
I was sitting there, pondering about a world without fucking, when the final man shot his load on the screen. We could hear the men upstairs cheering, both via our laptops and because they were so damn loud. I am sure they realized that they were in for it. Hell, the cyber/remote sex was probably wilder than any fucking they had done in real life. Now, it was about to be on!
The men came stumbling down the stairs, in single file, some still holding their dripping dicks and others with wide-ass grins on their faces. They started greeting us and asking our names—our real names—and introducing themselves. We all laughed and then Soror Sweet Walls slapped one of the men across the face.
“Get down on your knees!” she yelled at him. When he stood there looking foolish, she slapped the other side of his face—harder. “Did you hear me? On your knees.”
Some of the other men chuckled, while others seemed mesmerized or possibly even a little intimidated.
The one Soror Sweet Walls slapped, a medium-height, caramel brother with a fade, got down on his knees. She then threw her right leg over his shoulder and said, “Now, eat my pussy. They don’t call me Soror Sweet Walls for nothing.”
He started going to town on her pussy. She grabbed the back of his head and pushed his mouth deeper into her. “That’s right, lick that sweet nectar. Eat it all up.” She glanced at some of the other men. “On second thought, make sure you save some for the others.” She started pointing the index finger of her free hand at various men. “I’m going to feed you, and you, and definitely you,” she stated, pointing at the man that I had toyed with over the web cam.
Soror Good ’n Plenty came closer to them. “Now, you men have been told the rules. Don’t go asking any of us our real names again or your asses are out of here. We’ll simply fuck each other with the dildos and vibrators and let you all work your shit out together.”
It was obvious none of them were trying to be shown the exit; especially when they were so close to getting pussywhipped within inches of their life. Soror Good ’n Plenty added, “We don’t give a shit what any of your names are. To us, you are all pieces of meat, tongue action, and vehicles for our pleasure.”
She looked at Allison. “Come here, Soror Twister.”
Allison moved forward, cheesing like the cat that had swallowed the canary. We all knew what was coming.
Soror Good ’n Plenty grabbed one of the other dudes; a tall, dark-skinned brother and started pushing him toward the floor. “Lie down on your back,” she instructed him.
Once he had complied, she told Allison, “Do your thing, Twister. Show these pieces of meat how you roll.”
Allison got down on her knees and immediately engulfed the brother’s entire dick in her mouth and started gliding it in and out. Once he was hard, which did not take long, she continued to use her mouth to put a condom on his dick and then climbed on top of him. For a minute or two, she rode him with much ferocity and then came the good part. While all of the men looked on in amazement, Soror Twister rested her palms beside his shoulders and used them to brace her weight as she lifted her bottom up with her ankles locked behind her own back and started spinning on his dick.
A few of the men yelled out, “Oh, shit!” while others licked their lips and slapped each other on the arms or exchanged high-fives.
“There are plenty of Headstrong condoms in the bowls spread throughout the room,” Soror Sweet Walls said, releasing the brother’s head that had been locked on her pussy the entire time. “Make sure you use them and dispose of them in the boxes beside the bowls. We can’t leave a sperm bank in these people’s café.”
All the men started grabbing for condoms. Some of them really thought that they had it going on because they were scooping up handfuls.
“Let the fuckfest begin!” Soror Good ’n Plenty said.
FAITH
He was going to make me break my rule. I never shit where I ate. In our first three years at Crockett University, I had never fucked a dude from school. Not a student, not an instructor, not an employee; no one affiliated with the place. All of that became likely to change the second I laid eyes on Kevin Nelson. Such a common name for such an uncommon man. I was walking out of the student union when I spotted him coming out of the administration building. He had to be at least six-six and he had a lot of body; good body.
He was dark-skinned and had dreadlocks that hung to about the middle of his back. Even across the yard, I could see his eyes. Those eyes. Eyes that were slightly slanted and were an unusual shade of brown. If I had to assign a color to his eyes, I guess that sienna would have to do. He was walking with Mr. Jones, the vice president of the university. I stood frozen as I watched them make their way in my direction.
“Hello, Faith,” Mr. Jones said as they passed me.
I smiled slightly but could not manage to get a word out. Kevin—whose name I did not even know at that point—winked at me and grinned.
They entered the student union and disappeared into the mass of students. After I finally gathered my composure, I glanced at the time on my cell phone and realized that I was late for class.
“Shit!” I said to no one in particular. I hesitated for a brief moment before heading back into the student union. I could miss a day of class but I could not take the chance of never seeing that man again. I had to find out more about him.
I found the two of them sitting at a table in the cafeteria. All of the students and staff passing by were on their best behavior, speaking as they walked by. Mr. Jones was a nice man and everyone liked him ten times more than the university president, Mrs. Walker. He was a widower and all of his kids were grown. Yet and still, he had the swagger and demeanor of a man half his age. Some of the females on campus used to tease about giving him a run for his money in the bedroom. They all knew that he would never do such a thing though. The man had morals.
As I approached their table, I tried to think of an excuse to say something.
“Mr. Jones.” I stood there and tried to make eye contact with him, but I really wanted to stare his table mate down. “Can I ask you a question?”
“Sure, Faith.” Mr. Jones put his water glass down. “I spoke to you outside but your mind must have been in
another place.”
“Oh, I’m so sorry.” I sighed. “I’ve been kind of overwhelmed; this being the beginning of my senior year and all.”
Mr. Jones chuckled. “It’s been a long road but it’s almost over. You’ve got a bright future ahead of you; both you and your sister.”
“Thanks.”
“So what can I help you with today, Faith?”
My mind started racing. “I was wondering if there is any way you can help me get an internship. I have some great possibilities but a letter of recommendation from you would put me way ahead of the other candidates. Competition is fierce for most of the positions.”
“Sure! It would be my honor,” he replied. “Chemical engineering major, right?”
“You got it!”
“Sometimes, I get the two of you mixed up. Your sister’s major is journalism.”
“It’s amazing how you can remember so much about all the students on campus, Mr. Jones.”
“I try but I must confess that I don’t have a photographic memory when it comes to all the students. Being that you are the only set of twins currently on campus, it makes the two of you stand out.”
“Twins?” my future husband asked. “Cool!”
Mr. Jones cleared his throat. “My apologies. How rude must I seem today? Faith Andrews, this is Kevin Nelson. Kevin is our new chief financial officer.”
He stood up and shook my hand. He was a tree! “Nice to meet you, Ms. Andrews.”
“Ditto,” I replied. “Chief financial officer, huh? I guess that means that you are the one who will make sure the school doesn’t go belly up.”
He winked at me again as he sat back down. “That will never happen on my watch.”
I remained still for another moment before I realized that I was making a fool of myself. They were apparently waiting for me to leave so they could continue their conversation.
“Is there anything else, Faith?” Mr. Jones asked.
“No, that’s all,” I said.
“I can have the letter of recommendation for you by Monday. Will that suffice?”