Ralph thinks I'm filthy!

“I’m not sure just yet,” I answered. Ralph took a moment to scramble to his feet and offered me his shirt. I wrapped it around me with a smile as he zipped up. “I should probably find Sarah,” I mentioned, knowing that she was comfortably in Bobby’s bed, and likely at least half as satisfied with last night as I was. I made my way to the door of the house, Ralph following closely behind. Inside, the remnants of the party were everywhere: cups strewn about, clothes and people on all the floors in various states of disarray. Nobody else seemed to be awake. “Which way to Bobby’s room?” I whispered, hoping not to wake anyone.

“Up the stairs on the right,” Ralph responded, “but maybe we should let them sleep for now. I’m sure there’s plenty of things we can still do without them.” I giggled at the thought of Ralph already being horny again.

I felt his arms reach around me, as he pulled me back toward him. His cock was twitching against the back of my thigh, and his fingers snaked underneath my shirt for a quick fondle. “What did you have in mind?” I asked, gently grinding myself against his leg.

His lips pressed against my ear, “Ever had sex in a frat house shower before?” He moved his hand from my chest and pulled the shirt off my shoulders, exposing my nipples to the cool air once again. I shook my head and let the shirt fall to the floor. There was neither need nor desire to be modest. “Good. Come with me.” He led us upstairs and into the bathroom. It was filthy and smelled like a locker room. The shower itself was essentially just a tile floor with a shower head about 7 feet up the wall.

“Don’t mind the mess. Our maid quit a couple of months ago at the beginning of the semester. We’re going to get a new one soon.” I shrugged, not particularly caring, and turned to kiss him. He broke it off sooner than I wanted. “Go ahead and get started. I’ll get us a couple of towels; I’ll be back in a couple of minutes.” Before I could respond, he walked out, leaving me on my own.

I sighed and walked under the water, thinking to myself I could certainly use a good scrubbing after sleeping outside all night. The water felt refreshing against my skin and I felt myself getting lost in the warmth. I lathered myself up and let the cascade wash the bubbles down my body. I let my fingers linger on my clit for a few moments and wondered what was taking Ralph so long. Steam was filling up the room and I was pleasuring myself when I finally heard the door click. “There you are! I was beginning to think I’d have to do this myself,” I pouted to him. He didn’t answer. “Are you going to join me or not?”

“Damn right I am.” My eyes had been closed with my mind focused on sex, but they shot open as I heard the words. The voice wasn’t Ralph’s. I couldn’t make out the figure exactly through the steam, but it didn’t matter; there wasn’t anyone here I knew. Whoever he was, he was advancing on me quickly and undressing as he did so.

I moved to cover myself as best I could and backed into the corner of the shower. “Oh! I thought you were …” I began, but caught myself gawking at his erection, at least ten inches long. I shook myself out of it just as he entered the shower itself. “I’m not yours,” I squeaked out, thinking of nothing more assertive to say.

He only laughed and responded, “Of course you aren’t; I’ll return you when I’m done.” I had backed up as far as I could and he was only inches away from me now. The water hit his chest and reflected on to me. He put his hands on my shoulder and pushed me down to my knees. “Now, how about we get those pretty lips around my dick, huh?” I nodded, submissively and took his cock into my mouth. I bobbed slowly back and forth enjoying and hating myself intermittently.

“Good girl,” I heard him groan from above me, “You’re an incredible cock sucker, sweetheart, but we don’t have time to do this nice. There are a lot of people waiting.”

I pulled my face away from him and looked up, puzzled, “What?” I asked, befuddled. What did he mean by that? I opened my mouth to ask again, but he took the opportunity to ram his cock down my throat. I immediately gagged, unprepared to have my airway blocked, but he began to fuck my mouth with a passion. I fought the urge to gag on each thrust and relaxed my throat. Eventually, I actually began to enjoy the feeling, trying to take as much of his meat in my mouth as possible. I couldn’t tell if the wetness on my face was the shower or tears from the **** I was taking, but I didn’t care either way. He had the back of my head in one hand and the other was under my chin, guiding my head exactly where he wanted it. Finally, with one last thrust, he held my face deep against him and sent wave after wave of cum directly into my throat, giving me **** but to swallow every drop. When he was done, he walked out without a word. I sat in the shower struggling to catch my breath before crawling out into the hallway.

When I made it to the door, I could see what he meant by “people waiting.”

At least ten or fifteen guys had lined up outside the bathroom. The next in line picked me off the floor and carried me back into the shower. I didn’t fight him. He dumped me unceremoniously onto the floor of the shower and took position on top of me. When he was done with me, he called out to the next guy who had me get on all fours as he fucked my ass. This continued for hours, until everyone had a turn.

I was sore all over; I had experienced at least eight orgasms I could count, and wasn’t entirely sure I didn’t enjoy the experience of being taken by an entire fraternity.

I heard the door open once more, but I was too weak to even stand. The water spilling on to me felt like a waterfall, freezing at this point, but at least it was still constantly washing away the fluids of all the boys who had used me up to this point. Through blurred eyes, I saw two figures standing over me, but I couldn’t make out their faces. One of them reached in and turned off the water. “Well, baby, you were right,” I recognized Bobby’s voice. “Not a single complaint from any of the guys. She’s going to make a perfect housemaid this year.”

“I told you so!” I could hear the smugness in Sarah’s voice as she reached down to pull me up and wrap a towel around me. “And this way, you get to keep me all to yourself.” She reached up to give Bobby a kiss and then pulled me in close to dry me off. I was shivering. Her warm arms were welcome around me. She pressed her lips against my ear and whispered, “Don’t worry, honey, I promise you’re going to love your new job.” I was looking at her with terror in my eyes, as she concluded, “I certainly did.”

I had no idea what they had in store for me, and Sarah’s exuberance did little to reassure me. She was supposed to be my friend, but somehow she had been in on some plot against me. Still, I couldn’t help but feel a bit better with her arms around me, rubbing the towel softly against my skin. I closed my eyes and leaned my head against her shoulder; I just needed some rest. “Take her to the servants’ quarters and get her ready for the day,” I heard Bobby command. Obediently, Sarah began to lead me out of the bathroom, stroking my hair gently, and generally trying to comfort me as I shakily made my way down the hallway. From what I gathered, being their housemaid wasn’t optional, and I was in no shape to fight – at least not immediately. Still thinking about what they might have in store for me excited my more adventurous side.