Andy and the Sorority

Andy couldn't believe his luck. He was lucky enough to be invited to one of the most exclusive sorority mixers of the freshman year, the Kappa Alpha Kappa party. The Kappa's were most popular sororities on campus. The amount of ****, ****, and panties that were flying around on their party were the stuff of legend. Only people with connections got invited to those. Someone like Andy didn't have the social clout to pull that off on a normal day.

Unfortunately, the reality was not living up the legend. While the Sorority house was impressive, a stately mansion situated several blocks from the girls hadn't brought out any of the normal stops. The music was muted and classical, the only **** available was white wine and a fruity punch. The mansion had only a dozen or so guests in addition to the sororities handful of members.

Besides the few girls and a handful of hapless guys like him, the other faction seemed to be the football team. Almost all of them were black, taller and imposingly big and strong. Almost all of the Sorority girls spent their time hovering in their orbits, chatting about nothing and finding excuses to be close.

Andy was by no means small but he couldn't compete with these guys. He was a hair under 5' 10" under six foot, his only exercise was video game tournaments and band practice. He wasn't without charm. He had pale blue eyes and soft features. For this occasion, Andy had put a comb to his unruly brown hair and was wearing his best pair of pants with a button down shirt. He was milling around the wall, feeling out of place and sipping at a glass of some sweet wine he had found.

Andy was just about to call it a night when the Amazon came up to him. A dark secret, tall enough to look him in the eye. Her face had the absolute picture of exotic beauty. African American with mischievous brown eyes, full eyelashes, a distinguished nose, and full lips. Her brown hair framed her pretty face in natural curls which looked effortless.

She had gotten her campus-wide nickname as she could always be found in the gym tuning up the track and field machine that was her body. As a result of her effort, her body was a picture of feminine fitness. She had a washboard stomach with, toned arms, long legs, and an ass that strippers would kill to achieve

The year before her body has started off as a tuned instrument designed to run track but had inexplicably ballooned to dramatic portions. Her breasts grown from a standard B-cup to EEE-cup and threatened to shred through the sheer top she was wearing. Her large black areolas were clearly visible and the thick nipples capping them off looked to be almost an inch long. The extra weight should have been the end of her racing career but her racing times had been unaffected.

"So," she said flashing a set of pearly whites which would put the Cheshire cat to shame, "What's a good looking guy like you doing all alone."

Whatever dumb thing Andy stammered out didn't matter because the next thing he knew, they were upstairs in her room, banging her bed against the wall. As long as Andy lived, he doesn't think he would ever forget the toned spheres of her ass bouncing in his lap in reverse cowgirl position. She was by far the most passionate lover he ever had, begging him to fuck her into higher states of sexual delirium and taking over when he tired. Whenever she felt the pulses of his impending climax, she spun around to receive the offering in her mouth. After gulping down the diminishing load, she would revive him with her oral ministrations before climbing back on for another round. Andy managed to get to an impressive three loads before the sensations overwhelmed him and he fell asleep as she attempted to revive his member for a fourth round.