Mary's Pledge

by K T Morrison

There was chuckling from behind Jack.

  “Does Jack put his hand on your knee?” Royce asked.

  “He did one time,” she said, and her legs parted a little more. Jack, and any brother who was standing behind him, could see now where her stocking ended. Mid-thigh, the thick black band held up by a garter. Royce’s thumb was stroking the bare flesh of Mary’s inner thigh.

  His brain propelled him into action, telling him to stride the three steps it would take and knock this guy’s block off. But he was frozen. There had been changes in his own pants. A stiffening; what he had down there pressing out against the cotton material of his chinos. Thankfully hidden behind the flowing satin robe…

  “And you tell me,” Royce said, “Jack has never touched this beautiful set of boobs?”

  Mary shook her head.

  Royce’s fingers began walking up the front of her skirt now, up her sweater… Mary tightened her tummy and sat straighter, thrusting her breasts out. She was a thin girl with a big set, and while Jack was respectful and a gentleman, he couldn’t say that he’d never noticed. He thought about them an awful lot…

  But it was Royce who would touch them.

  Those walking fingers went between the pointed cones of Mary’s pushed out breasts, coming up to her collar. Mary was affected; her lips were parted, and she breathed heavy.

  Royce said, “You wanted him to touch you?”

  She nodded slightly, her chin going up and down in rapid movements.

  “Like this?...” Now Royce cupped her left breast, thumb stroking circles over its point. Mary swooned, her eyes rolling back and her body slouching. Royce took a moment to cup then coddle and lift her breast.

  “Great tits like that and your Jack can keep his hands off? He must be some man of discipline...”

  “Too much discipline,” she whispered almost inaudibly.

  “Poor Mary wanted it all this time and Jack hasn’t been giving it to her...”

  Mary’s legs opened again, and there was movement in the crowd, satin shoulders rubbing against satin shoulders as everyone leaned to the left, leaned forward, all of them trying to get a look up her skirt.

  “All right, Mary, you can keep your kisses to yourself but I’m going to kiss you. Kiss your neck, kiss your ears...”

  Mary met his eyes, pouting lips working around. “That would be all right,” she said in a soft voice.

  Another wavering Ooohhh worked through the gathered men and Jack looked around to see what inspired their lowing. Everyone’s gaze remained on the couple on the bed. When he looked back he realized. Mary was puzzled, too, watching the gathered brothers with a cautious smile. She hadn’t caught on yet, but Royce alerted her, using the tip of an index finger to draw light circles around each of her nipples. They’d hardened and pressed out the front of her pink sweater.

  “Oh,” she laughed and covered their impressions with her hands, saying, “I was wondering what was so exciting... it’s just kissing.”

  The crowd chuckled and Royce said, “No, Mary, show them, don’t cover up.”

  Mary moved her hands away and looked down at her own chest then arched her back to show them off.

  “Good, Mary,” Royce said, getting his own look, “show the brothers your beautiful body.”

  Mary did, oscillating her well-presented bosom so all the college men could get a good look. Mary had large, full breasts, and he thought about them all the time. He never made the move to touch them because he wanted to show her respect. If she’d only told him how strongly she felt...

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  Royce leaned closer, put his hand on Mary’s thigh again. Mary opened her legs to accommodate him once more. Now Royce was getting closer, and Mary hunched her shoulders up and began to snicker with tense anticipation. Royce was smiling too, saying, “You can relax, Mary, Royce isn’t going to hurt you…” He worked his face underneath her tumbling blocks of raven hair and began to breathe against the side of her neck. Mary let out a woo sound and shivered. All the men laughed. When they laughed, she raised her eyes to look at them watching her. She made a funny grimace then put her hands on her breasts and squeezed them, indicating her nipples had grown harder. The men chuckled more.

  Royce kissed her finally, took some of the flesh along the side of her neck and suckled. He kissed his way up to her ear and took in her lobe. Mary’s eyes went wide but unseeing, like she was swooning. Royce’s hand went higher up her thigh, up the flat of her stomach, making Mary jerk. Now his hand was under her sweater and Jack’s fists shook.

  Royce whispered, “This is what you wanted Jack to do?”

  “For a long time,” she said.

  “Tell me if you like it,” he said, and the shape of his hand moved underneath her sweater, working up to cup her breast again. Jack watched the points of his knuckles dance against the fabric as he felt Mary’s breast over her shirt and bra. “How’s that?”

  “It’s nice,” she said softly after taking a moment to answer.

  “It sure does,” Royce said.

  Then he worked on her neck again, his face disappearing under her hair, his hand moving under the sweater. After a long while watching him do that, watching Mary’s face show she clearly enjoyed this other man’s attention, there was more shifting and muttering amongst the gathered brethren. Jack’s eyes flitted around, looking to see what was happening, worried now for some strange reason that he would see the library doors open and one young brother leading in a donkey by its reins.

  But now it was clear what was the hubbub.

  Royce’s penis was visible. The robe was split up the front and tied around the waist with a sash and gold rope. As his knees parted, so did the gap. Royce’s handsome endowment levitated a few inches off the bed, drowsy but interested, growing hard. Now that was all Jack could watch. Watch this other man’s arousal over his woman. Watch what his woman did to the thing between this other man’s legs. In a few minutes, the long, fleshy club rose to stand upright, bobbing with Royce’s quickening heartbeat, lengthening, curving upward, sticking straight up for everyone to see, it’s point extending past the sash tied around his waist. It was a big one. Much bigger than Jack’s own, though Jack had nothing to complain about. Royce’s was longer, thick at the base, then growing to a tapered but robust glans that looked eager to find Mary’s insides.

  As the gathered brothers watched, their reaction changed from tittering chuckles to excited anticipation. As waves of rolling, hushed murmurs worked through the men, Mary’s eyes fluttered, grew from unfocused to focused as she watched them all. She smiled again, thinking the sound was for her, acting bashful. Something tipped her off because she followed their gaze—and there she was sitting hip-to-hip with Royce and now looking down and seeing another man’s erection.

  She made a shocked face, her hands rushed to cover her mouth and her eyes went wide. Oh, my goodness, she tried to say, but the sound disappeared behind her palms.

  Royce slunk away from her with a sly grin. He watched her face as she took in his arousal. Now he looked down at it too, saying, “Oh, am I showing?”

  “You surely are,” Mary sighed, then chuckled. Her hands came away from her face and she chewed on her lower lip, eyes glued to what stuck up from between Royce’s legs. She curled her hands into awkward balls and folded them in her lap.

  Royce flexed his erection now, made it bounce. Mary’s head shook with shock, and she giggled again and had to cover her face.

  He asked her, “Do you like it?”

  Mary said, “I don’t know...”

  She put her hands down again, and Jack watched them try to slip higher underneath her sleeve as if they were hiding.

  Royce said, “Don’t tell me you’ve never seen one before.”

  Mary shook her head no—then corrected herself. “I saw some pictures once, but they weren’t like that. And, you know, little boy babies…”

  “They don’t count.”

  Mary shook her head no, said, “You definitely aren’t a baby.”


  Royce smiled, studied her profile. He said, “Why don’t you touch it...”

  There was more shuffling in the crowd, Mary broke her spell finally, shaking her head and looking up at all the men watching her. She was still chewing her lower lip. Now she said to the crowd, “Should I?”

  There was chuckling from the brothers, and Royce said, “Why don’t you put your hand on it...” He made it bounce again.

  Mary inhaled a deep breath, preparing herself. Then she straightened one arm, tugged on her sleeve to pull it partway up her forearm. Slowly, her hand moved from her side to his side. Palm outstretched, fingers extended, she moved it very near Royce’s spear.

  Royce urged her: “Go on and do it now, Mary.”

  “I’m going to,” she said.

  This was the point where Jack should have seen enough, and yet he hadn’t. He wanted to see what she would do next—and though he was a man of principles, he was surprised that it wasn’t to see how bad she could be, but to see what she would look like holding a penis...

  Mary rested her palm on the underside middle of Royce’s cock. Her fingers gradually curled; her thumb came around to hold it in a loose grip.

  Royce said, “What do you think?”

  “It’s hard…”

  “That’s you doing that.”

  “I know,” she said and smirked.

  “What else?”

  “It’s a lot bigger than I thought it would be.”

  “Did you think of mine?”

  “In general,” she said. “I only think of Jack’s.”

  “He’s never shown his to you?”

  She shook her head no, eyes glued to where her hand gripped him. She stroked a little, going up and down his length. She said, “It’s really hard. And warm...”

  Royce said, “Stroke it a little more and see what happens.”

  There was quick chuckling amongst the gathered men. She rolled her eyes and said, “I know what happens, Royce.”

  Royce laughed too, leaning back to put his hands behind him, making his penis protrude even further. It looked so big in Mary’s small hand. He said, “Don’t forget my balls.”

  More chuckling, shoulders bumping against Jack’s. Mary didn’t say anything, but her hand slipped down to the base of his penis, disappeared between his legs, cupped and lifted Royce’s testicles.

  “That feels good,” he told her.

  “Does it?”

  “It sure does,” he said.

  “They’re bigger than I thought, too.”

  “You’re making them swell,” Royce said.

  Mary made a joke in Royce’s Groucho Marx voice: “I think they were probably already pretty swell.” Jack’s eyes went wide and his heart pounded.

  Royce enjoyed it, said, “Not as swell as you...” and brushed her cheek with his knuckle.

  Mary giggled, lifted her shoulder because his touch tickled her and let his balls go. Now she was sitting again with her hands folded in her lap, head tilted down to look at Royce’s arousal.

  Royce said, “Well, you’ve seen what I got, how about you show us all what you’ve got...”

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  Mary stroked her hands up and down her stocking thighs with anxiousness. A hope leapt up inside Jack that this would be where she came to her senses. But when she smiled, then stood, there was still no disappointment in him—just restored excitement and curiosity. What would Mary do next? And if she were to want to show a little of what she was blessed with, he wanted to see as well...

  Some of her confidence waned, and she faltered now, showing bashful Mary and hiding her face away from them all. Royce offered more words of encouragement. Mary said, “I didn’t know I was going to have such an audience.”

  Royce said, “We don’t usually do it up like this,” gesturing at the gathered brethren, “but after you called, the mood in the house became quite celebratory.”

  “I guess,” Mary said, running a stray lock behind her shoulder, “I ought to be flattered.” She smiled and cocked a hip for the brothers.

  “Attendance would be higher, believe me, but we excluded the riffraff. This is a prestigious Omega gathering, but, honey, if you’d let us, we could charge admission and I bet with the proceeds we could buy you a Cadillac.”

  Teague took a long drag on his marijuana cigarette, exhaled, and through a plume of smoke said to Mary, “Baby, what color you like?”

  Mary’s hands rubbed the sides of her legs as she actually considered it. “Red, I think,” she said, then added, “But there’s enough boys here already, and I’m a little shy.”

  “Not too shy you’re gonna reneg on us, I hope,” Moose said.

  Mary looked over her shoulder at him and said, “I told you I’m game.”

  “Let’s see how game you are,” Royce said.

  “I’m game,” Mary muttered, shifting her eyes around the three council members. She was wasting time; she wasn’t going to do it. This was where it was over, and Jack was relieved.

  His weight shifted forward, toes flexing, ready to extend a foot out so he could close the distance between him and Mary and end this nonsense. She’d said wonderful things, and her heart was in the right place, but it was over now...

  Only Mary’s right hand tugged on her skirt and lifted it higher. She flashed Royce her bare leg above her stocking. It made Jack freeze. Maybe she would show them. Maybe she would show them all. And Jack wanted to see...

  “Hubba, hubba,” Royce said then bounced his eyebrows, watching her leg to see if she would flash him again. Only this time, Mary crossed her arms in front of her and pulled up her sweater then flung it on the bed behind Royce. He reached back and gathered it, brought it to his face to breathe it in. “Chanel?” he asked.

  Mary ignored him, but she was watching his reaction. Smiling like she enjoyed his attention. Her fingers began working at the buttons of her shirt, un-tucking it so it hung down over her skirt. She undid it, but kept it gripped closed in two fists.

  “Let’s see them, you tease,” Royce said.

  Standing in one spot, she shuffled around and turned her back to the brethren. Jack watched as she flapped open her shirt and showed Royce her breasts in their bra. Royce reared back like she’d shone a bright flashlight in his face. His eyes went wide, and a big smile creased his face. “Look at those puppies,” he said.

  Mary said, “You like them?” and closed her shirt again.

  “Show the brothers,” Royce said.

  Mary did that funny in-place shuffle again, turned to face all of them in their hoods, eyes up and confident. There was a tension amongst the brothers, and in Jack, too, his mouth had gone dry and his hands cold. He wanted her to open that damn shirt.

  She did, yanking it open and dipping at the knees, shaking her shoulders. Her breasts looked huge and pointed in her black lacy push-up bra. The soft flesh curled in their cups shook with her movements. Somebody wolf-whistled, somebody else made a whooping exclamation of appreciation.

  Now Mary turned and showed Moose and Teague. Then with her hands behind her, she worked the shirt down her arms, pulled them out of the sleeves. She stood before them in her skirt and bra.

  There was groaning and moaning around him, somebody nudged his arm. That was his Mary up there, taking everyone’s attention. This was the most lurid thing imaginable, something a gentleman should stop...

  Royce set forward now, his hand moving. Mary faced the crowd, and her skirt tugged as Royce jerked on her zipper. She swatted his hand away, turned to face him, and her pretty hand folded up and drew down the zipper so all the boys could see. She shimmied side-to-side, letting gravity take her skirt down to the floor. There were cheers amongst the brothers. More groaning. Here was a beautiful woman in their dorm house, wearing only a black bra, black undergarments, black garter and thigh-high stockings. Her legs were long and shapely in her pointed shoes. Jack’s own heart fluttered with excitement. That was his. That was his woman…

  Royce’s smile had gone and his eyes worked up a
nd down Mary with appreciation. Almost dumbly, he murmured, “You are one beautiful woman.

  He sat with his legs open and his hands outstretched behind him, his robe split with the prong of his long penis sticking up against his stomach. Mary was facing him, Mary was seeing it. Jack’s skin crawled, his jaw flexed, his teeth grinding against each other. But he still didn’t move. Still didn’t step forward to stop this crazy girl…

  Moose said, “Enough teasing, show us those bazooms.”

  Nervous chuckles went through the hooded brothers. There was a lot of shifting in place as the men anticipated seeing real live bare breasts.

  Teague had dabbed out his reefer in an ashtray, returned his fez on his head to the opposite side now, stood up and came to sit on the side of the bed. He wanted to get a good look.

  Mary’s hands were working again behind her back, arms folded up, fingers unhooking her bra snaps. Jack could see a three-quarter view, could see the sag of her womanly bosom as the bra released its hold. Her breasts dropped, still in their bra, her straps dangled down her arms. She cupped her breasts with her hands, leaned forward, then drew the bra away…

  Royce’s eyes went wide, and he feigned a swoon, falling back onto the bed, his big dick wagging up in the air.

  Teague scooted forward, saying, “Royce?… Royce?… Can you hear me, brother? Lordy, Mary, I think we’ve lost him...”

  Everyone laughed, even Mary, whose pretty hands now cupped and coddled her huge breasts. Teague licked his lips and watched her as he pretended to fan the unconscious Royce. Royce’s eyes fluttered, and he sat up, looked at Mary’s bare breasts—and she flashed them, moving her hands away. Royce fainted again, collapsed on the bed. Moose laughed and clapped his hands, said, “Somebody get the smelling salts.”

  Mary chuckled, and Jack watched her narrow back shake. Bashful Mary was pretty confident with the men now, and while part of him hated it, another part of him was profoundly excited by it.

  Royce pretended to come-to again, sitting up now. Mary asked him if he was all right.

  “Better than all right,” he said beaming now and staring point-blank at her exposed breasts. Teague’s hand was folded inside his robe, he withdrew a small cylindrical object and passed it to Royce. Royce palmed it, his thumb working over its shape.