She Does It His Way

by Jasmine Chaletra

  Whether women made boys stupid by effect or by contrast had never been established, to the best of my knowledge, but to me it had always seemed most likely to be both.

  In any case, I was in.

  Chapter 2

  All steady, white lights had been turned off, and replaced with moving, colorful lights, as if this was a tribute to the 80s, rather than a 21st century frat-party. I felt at home.

  The dress was so tight that any underwear would create ugly lines, but it was also made to compensate for that fact, with build in support for the breasts, and a cut that made sure it wouldn’t reveal anything, despite being so short.

  Despite knowing that, I felt a little exposed. The airy feel was one I was not used to, and even after my porn-afflicted, patriarchy-upholding husband had left me, I’d kept up the habit of shaving myself completely, between my legs. Why, I could not say, but the result was airy.

  This was not the time to be prude, however, so I confidently showed myself off, with the other girls, earning many looks from the boys, just as I always had.

  I still had it.

  I had expected the boys to look younger than they did. They were my son’s age, after all, but looking at them now, instead of feeling old, I felt younger. The way they looked at me made me feel attractive, just as I had the last time I wore this dress, and there was no denying many of the boys caught my eye. Tall, fit, well-dressed, handsome and studying at one of the better universities in the country, any one of these boys could have earned a place in my bed, were I here for that reason.

  But I wasn’t. I would just stay close for a while, watching over my son, and then go home.

  … and maybe give myself a little attention, when I got home.

  Suddenly, someone bumped into me, and I was pulled out of my thoughts, and turned around, forcing a smile, as I met the eyes of a boy.

  “Hey, girl. Why don’t you dance for me, a little?” he asked me, the distinct smell of alcohol already thick on his breath.

  He was taller than I was, dark brown hair, wearing a nice shirt with short sleeves, and almost certainly here as the result of a sports-scholarship, the way the muscles flowed over his bare arms and neck. I changed my smile, and turned around, moving seductively, while keeping my eyes open for my son, not taking notice of the fact that I was dancing right next to a mirrored coffee-table, where a number of the boys were sitting.

  I heard a sound of surprise, and turned my head to see one of the boys standing with his pants around his ankles, one of his friends jumping back from his weak punches, laughing. He’d pulled his buddy’s pants down, and it didn’t take any time at all to figure out why.

  The guy’s dick was practically pointing to the ceiling.

  Looking around, still moving my hips, without thinking, I saw that all the guys around the table were looking back and forth between me and the coffee-table, mouths open and eyes unblinking. I followed their eyes to the top of the table mirror, and looked right up my own skirt. I froze. I had danced completely exposed, and now all focus was on me.

  As I watched, several of the guys rose as one, and started unbuckling their pants, and as I took a step back, I felt the tip of a cock press against my ass. I instinctively grabbed it. All the years of dissatisfaction, of neglect, of frustration, it all came back to me, and without thinking, I started jerking the guy off with my hand.

  From the corner of my eye, I saw the other guys gather around, rubbing themselves while looking at me. At least 8 guys were surrounding me now, all with their stiffs out. They were staring at me so intently. I couldn’t help but give them a show. Might as well teach these young men a thing or two, while I’m at it.

  Turns out the hard, thick tip that poked me belonged to the jock that had asked me to dance for him, before. I pulled him closer, leaned forward just a little, and put him right at the money-spot. Then I let him go. As he pushed himself into me, dilating my flesh, I felt myself flowing around him, the warm fluids produced by my body running along his shaft, smoothening its ride between my soft and swollen lips, as he pushed deeper and deeper.

  With my directions, he hit the G-spot right from the start, and I had to gasp at the intensity of having it touched for the first time in too long. I clenched my teeth, then immediately opened my mouth again to press out an aspirated moan. I reached down and grabbed his hand, which was cupping my hip, intensifying every slow thrust. He was remarkably patient, this young man. Excellent, this wasn’t his first time, then. I had to gasp again.

  He was increasing his pace now though, and I grabbed his hand tighter as I felt a pressure building within me. With a small shout I squirted all over the sharp abs of his lower abdomen, tremors running through us both, as if we were one being. He pulled out, and I turned around and saw that he hadn’t come.

  That wouldn’t do.

  I grabbed his dick, and pulled him with me, grabbing two more guys in the same fashion, while walking, leading them to an empty room, in which I put on the steadier, bright light. I wanted to look at them. The door left open, the guys all tried to undress me, but not trusting them with handling the dress, I shooed them off, but, seeing the looks of rejection on their faces, decided to give them another show.

  My dress was one that one had to step into, and pull up to get on, so to remove it, I started sliding it down from my shoulders, first just baring a shoulder, then another, making it look as if all that was holding the dress up were my unnaturally firm breasts, when of course in fact, the opposite was true. It was enough to fool the young studs though, mostly I think because they wanted it to be true, and all of them were now staring at me with their mouths open.

  Keeping the edge of the dress above my boobs, I slid an arm out of it, and then the other. I then turned around slowly, sliding it down my back and over my boobs, freeing them out of sight, and continuing to slide the dress down, over my slim waist. I turned around again, with my arms crossed in front of my breasts, my dress hanging on my hips, and walked up to the jock, opening my arms just before I walked into him, pressing myself against him, and pulling off his jacket.

  None of the guys are wearing pants, but I’m not some sexualized doll to be fucked with an opened zipper, while I’m all naked. I demand some eye-candy of my own.

  I slipped my hands under his shirt and find a wall of rippling muscle underneath. God, how can they all be so fit? And so tall? And so, so handsome?

  I slipped my fingers in between the buttons of his shirt, and tore it off him. The sight literally made my mouth water, though that was nothing compared to the flow that started elsewhere. I had to get that plugged up. Now. Looking around, I saw that the other guys had followed suit, so to speak, and undressed themselves. God, they were sexy.

  I turned around again and leaned forward, slowly sliding the dress down my back, over my butt, and down my legs. I didn’t even have time to step out of it, before the Jock lifted me into the air, and carried me to the desk in the middle of the room, laying me down on top of it.

  As I was on my back, in the bright light, I could now see him even more clearly. Shit, his cock was big, and holy hell, he was in shape. There wasn’t an inch of him that didn’t ripple at the slightest movement. Was it even possible to be this muscular? Yet he didn’t look pumped up. His muscles looked natural, somehow. Flowed naturally with the shape of his body.

  He didn’t even need to use his hand to point himself right at his target, and for the second time tonight, he pressed himself inside me, standing in front of me. With the knowledge of how big he was, the sense of being dilated actually grew even more intense.

  As he thrusted into me, first half way, and then balls deep, I felt a finger push its way into my ass.

  The added pressure was amazing. I could now practically feel the veins running along the cock that was sliding in and out of me. Before I’d processed it, I felt another slick finger join the first. I had to gasp for air, this fuck was so intense. Just as I was leaning towards the edge of orgasm again, however, Jock slowed down, an
d came to a halt. I hadn’t felt him cum. What was going on?

  He pulled out of me, and as I looked at him, I saw him place his cock against me once more. In a different place, this time. He wrapped his arms around my legs and put them against his chest, and then he slowly pressed all of himself inside the wonderful tightness of my firm ass.

  Twice during his slow penetration of me, I convulsed around his dick, my upper body lifting off the desk. I grabbed his rock hard forearms with all my might, pressed my eyes shut and clenched my teeth.

  It hurt. It definitely hurt. A lot. But there was also something behind it. Something that made me want him to go on. Once my flesh was expanded, it didn’t hurt nearly as much, but he didn’t stay in one place, but pressed on until he was as deep as he could get.

  Then he pulled out, and my entire body fell back in relief. I was panting. Then he put himself back in. I tensed up, expecting a shock of pain, but there was none. I was still tight, and it was still intense, but the pain was almost gone, now that he’d already been inside once. Instead, that other feeling took over.

  It was pleasurable. It was definitely pleasurable. As he started to fuck me in the ass, another one of the guys came around the desk to the other side. I felt a hand on my lifted head, and felt myself pulled down until I was lying flat, my head leaned back until it hit the back wall of the desk.

  And then the swollen, blunt end of a cock pressed between my lips. The soft head, followed by the hard shaft, ran between my lips and into my mouth. This angle was perfect. Relaxed. The guy started rubbing himself off between my lips, while Jock was now ramming himself into my ass until his hips slammed against it.

  I reached back and grabbed the solid butt of the guy who was in my mouth, and pulled him closer, pulling his hips against my face, wrapping my mouth around his cock, his smooth balls against my forehead. They stayed fresh, these guys. Nice.

  He fucked my throat for a while, until I felt myself being pulled away from him.

  Jock lifted me off the desk again, and held me in his arms. I now got a chance to look into his eyes. Steel gray, but warm and smiling. And hungry.

  This time, he had to reach down and pick himself up, as my wet opening was right above him. He put himself between my lower lips again, and fucked me while holding me up by sheer strength. It didn’t even seem difficult for him. All I could see in his face was pleasure, and I know that’s all there was my face as well.

  The guy who’d been in my mouth was pleasuring himself at the sight of us now, and the third guy I’d dragged in, a guy with hair that looked like a natural silver, that fell beautifully over his shoulders, now stepped up behind me. He grabbed my legs, while Jock moved his arms to embrace me around the waist, supporting my back, and they held me up together, as Silver made sure my ass didn’t close up again.

  I was now hanging in the air by the muscular arms and hard dicks of two young men alone. Two unrealistically beautiful young men at that. If there was an erotic heaven on earth, this had to be it.

  The feeling of having both my holes plugged up and rubbed was indescribable. The cocks were practically rubbing against each other inside me, and my entire backside was just radiating with pleasure, vibrating sexily with each passionate thrust from one of the males. Suddenly Silver let go of my legs, making me practically fall onto their dicks. The air was pressed out of me, and then Silver took a step back and fell on his back on the floor, again making my entire weight fall down on his cock, which was already balls deep in my ass.

  The air was pressed out me again, no breath having been taken in between. This was followed by a wheezing sound, as the air was slowly sucked into me again, without filling my lungs.

  Silver reached up and put his hands on my breasts, pulling me down so that my back rested against his perfectly smooth body, which was slimmer than Jocks’s.

  As my back was forcefully straightened, the air found its way back into me, and I gasped, only to find a now familiar cock in my mouth. Above me, eyes of steel were smiling down on me, and then Jock, now having been in all three of my openings, pushed himself into my throat, a sense of strong gentleness permeating even that simple movement.

  I welcomed him.

  The quiet fellow, who’d I’d decided to call “John”, who since his banishment from my mouth had been taking care of himself, now took Jock’s place between my legs, fitting himself into me and leaning over me, both our weights resting on Silver, who didn’t seem to even register it. He was stronger than he looked.

  John was in most physical regards somewhat smaller than Jock, but for all his quietness, he was if possible even bigger, in other ways, and having him inside me truly made me feel like we were physically one. I realized I was now completely filled up. There was not a way into my body that wasn’t filled with beautiful cock.

  And boy, did I feel it.

  While Silver and John were frantically pounding away, Jock was moving slowly in and out of me. It felt as if no part of me existed, except the openings which were stuffed so tightly.

  Those on the other hand, definitely existed. I could feel myself contracting around the men, my body eagerly embracing them, earning moans all around.

  They were all now increasing both speed and force, and the orgasm I felt enveloping me was such that I thought I could feel myself losing my mind.

  My body radiated a heat of such intensity that I feared I would combust, and my entire body seemed to clench in on itself, and around the cocks inside it.

  I threw my head to the side, and saw my son stand in the doorway, just reaching for his bag, that had been standing just behind the door. Our eyes locked. He froze.

  “Mom?” he asked no one in particular, at which point I felt a warmth not my own fill me up on all ends.

  David’s eyes widened, and he just stared at me in shock, Jock’s warm cum running down the corner of my mouth, John’s dripping down from me on the carpet below.

  When my son turned around and ran out, my mind was empty.

  It was the only part of me that was.

  Chapter 3

  When I came home later that night, David had locked himself in his room. After about an hour of knocking, and another hour of just sitting outside his door, calling with no answer, I went to bed.

  I didn’t sleep.

  The next day, when I could hear him making himself breakfast, I got up.

  When I came out into the living room, he froze for a second, but then almost instantly continued moving, trying to look natural, but with a stiffness over it all.

  Most of the horror had gone out of his eyes though. This was mostly awkwardness. Awkwardness could be dealt with.

  “Hey,” I managed to produce.

  “Hey, mom,” he answered, much too quickly and with a cheerfulness so obviously fake it was painful. I could see him cursing himself under his breath, and I couldn’t help but smile.

  “So, are you going to ask me about your new dads?” I asked, my face serious, but my eyes laughing.

  He spun around, a renewed horror spelled all over his face, but we knew each other well enough for him to need only one look at me before he realised I was joking.

  He actually broke into laughter.

  “Right, and I guess you’ll want to ask me about your three new daughters as well?”

  Now it was my turn to lose all color in my face. Had he seriously..?

  I squinted my eyes, studying him. He was stone-faced. Which meant he had something to hide. Which meant he was just trying to unnerve me.

  I had to laugh back. “You almost got me there.”

  “I know,” he said, smiling.

  “Well,” I said, “you pretty much know my night, so how about yours?”

  He sat down at the table, and I sat down next to him, and he summed it up for me.

  Turns out he had snuck out during the party and accidentally met a girl who’d also managed to sneak out from her initiation, for some fresh air.

  As soon as he mentioned her, all sorts of facts start
ed welling out of him, the most important to me as a mother being that her name was Emma, she apparently studied law, didn’t much fancy these kinds of parties, seemed sweet, was very beautiful, and that she, at the end of the night, after hours of talking, had suggested they be roommates in a student-flat, together.

  “’It was so hard to find a decent roommate,’” apparently. David seemed to genuinely believe this. Maybe she would be good for him, this girl. She would have to be approved first though, of course.

  “When do I get to meet her?” I asked.

  “She’s coming over tomorrow. We’ll study together. I told her you’ll love her, and you totally will!” he almost stumbled over his own words.

  I had to smile. My sweet boy.

  About two weeks later, they became roommates, and I was alone.

  During this time, however, I’d been talking a little to Jock, who it turns out is really called Brad, and who apparently had gotten into St. Thomas through a scholarship, but not in sports, but one earned by exceptional test-scores. His physique he had somehow managed to develop on the side of his studies.

  Some people are unfair.

  He was also older than I thought. I half assumed the boys had been first-years, but of course the seniors would have been there as well. Jock… I mean Brad, had studied at university for nearly 6 years now, and was in his final year.

  After David moved out, Brad started coming by the house, now and again.

  Then more and more.

  Until eventually, he simply didn’t leave. And I was happy.

  It also turns out that John and Silver, whose real names were apparently Robin and Patrick, were friends of Brad’s.

  In the months that followed, all of us got close, though Brad had a special place at home, and with me, that nobody could touch.

  Occasionally, we all re-enacted the night we’d met, and made new versions of it, but Brad was the only one who was ever allowed to have my full attention, and in between the gangbangs, he and I shared true intimacy, in which we really connected.