Fast-forward a few weeks to your first House Party

After three weeks as a certified fuck-toy for the Alpha Omega girls, you've settled into a nice routine. Every other day, or sometimes more often, you go and spend an afternoon and evening at the house, where you get together with one or two of the girls for some hot, lusty sex. Usually you go to their rooms and do it on the bed - the girls as a rule aren't kinky, they just like to get laid. Of course, some of them have special tastes. For instance, Katrina (a sweet brunette sophomore with nice jugs) actually got turned on by watching Monday Night Football, and wanted you to do her while wearing football pads and a jersey - during halftime, of course. Then there was Evelyn (black hair, fair skin, long legs, shaved pussy) who just wanted you as a masturbation partner to watch porn with. One particularly memorable night was your first threesome with Kylie and Katie (bisexuals, one brunette and one blonde, hot as hell). All in all, you've been getting pussy left and right, and what's more your schoolwaork has actually improved now that you're not preoccupied with trying to get laid all the time.

Another surprise is that your roommate Carl, who convinced you to ask out Julie in the first place, is also one of the Alpha's studs. It certainly makes it easier that you don't have to try to lie to each other about where you're spending your nights, and it's also good to have someone to compare notes with. You try to thank him for getting you involved with such a sweet deal, but he brushes it off. "Fuck, man, you would have done the same for me," he says. "Besides, it was Julie's idea."

You thank Julie the next night by showing her the new oral sex technique you picked up in an online Kama Sutra.

Three weeks later on a Wednesday night (your guaranteed night off from House Stud duties) you're hanging out in your dorm room watching a stupid movie on late-night cable. On your mind is a pleasant quickie you had with Natalie in her shower the night before. Just when you're about to kill the movie and go out to find something interesting to do off campus, there's a knock at your door. When you open it, you're surprised to see Maria Ramirez, one of the hotter girls from the house who you remember as a veritable tigress in the sack.

"Buenas tardes, John", she says with a smile. "Could I come een for a moment?"

"Sure!" you say, opening the door wider and allowing her into your room. Despite the fact that you've been fairly well-satisfied for the past few weeks, Maria still gets a rise out of you as she smiles seductively and tosses her hair over one shoulder, then reclines on your stained "dorm-room plaid" sofa.

"A pity you must leeve under such conditions," she says in her adorable Spanish accent. "We really should do better for our boys, no?"

"I've got no complaints," you say with a smile. "So, what brings you here?"

Maria reaches into her blouse and pulls a small envelope out from between her ample breasts. "An eenvitation for you, to the upcoming House Social," she says formally. "We hope very much you will be able to attend. Eet promises to be a very exciting evening, the house parties usually are."

You open the envelope. "The whole weekend?" you exclaim. "I don't know if I can -"

"Oh, but you must," Maria insists, standing up and approaching you with smouldering eyes. "Eet would not be the same without you. I have been so looking forward to feeling your cock een my pussy again..."

Put that way, how can you refuse? "I think I can rearrange my other plans," you say as nonchalantly as you can.

"Maravilloso!" Maria exclaims. She kisses you deeply with her tongue, pulling away just a moment before you're quite ready to stop. "Oh, and I almost forgot - you weell not be permitted to have any of us until the party. We want to be certain you have plenty of fuck left een you for the weekend, no?"

"No - I mean, sure, of course," you reply.

"That ees my good boy," she says with a smile. "Hasta luego, mi carino. See you thees weekend."

Maria sexes out the door, leaving you with a raging hard-on and nowhere to put it for the next three days. You sit down to take a closer look at the invitation.