Seeking: Sorority Sluts

As Armand and Marcus stepped out into the crisp Rushton evening, a subtle buzz of excitement hummed in the air. The campus was filled with clusters of new students, taking their first, tentative steps in their new world. As the duo made their away across Rushton's main quad, they couldn't help but think of when they had met for the first time a decade earlier. They had been through a lot since their first encounter on the practice field all those years ago and they both knew that many more adventures awaited them.

Theta Omega Tau Sigma's residence stood amongst the other Greek houses on a tree-lined street a couple blocks away from campus. The russet brick facade stood regally, adorned with an etching of the sorority's emblem above the entrance. Ivy vines cascaded down the walls. As Armand and Marcus entered the house, the sounds of laughter and chatter drifted through the slightly ajar door of the common room. The house was calmer than normal; the semester was only a few hours old, so the sorority's hectic social schedule had yet to begin. The two coaches crossed the checkerboard floor tile of the foyer, passing underneath a banner bearing the words "Charm Unveils Mastery", the Theta Omega Tau Sigma motto. Marcus chuckled when he saw the daintily embroidered phrase. "Gotta love the Thetas."

The duality of Theta Omega Tau Sigma could more or less be summed up in their motto. To the outside world, the Rushton University chapter represented academic excellence, leadership, and a commitment to philanthropy. Many of Theta's sisters had gone on to make names for themselves in any number of fields and that extensive alumni network yielded many advantages for its current members, namely internships, job opportunities and generous donations to fund the upkeep of their swanky sorority house.

However, to the select students of Rushton who were familiar with what really went on within the sorority's walls, the motto made more sense when turned into an acronym: C.U.M. The sisters of Theta had a penchant for exclusive, electrifying gatherings that were part of Rushton lore. Stories of music pulsating through the walls, bodies slick with sweat grinding under shimmering lights, and moans of pleasure echoing in the night left a trail of curious undergrads craving a glimpse into this world of pleasure. Theta parties were invite-only, with guest lists meticulously curated to include only the most desirable members of the Rushton community.

Armand and Marcus had spent many an evening with the sisters of Theta Omega Tau Sigma - some of the best evenings of their college years, in fact - and their familiarity with the sorority house showed as they strode purposefully towards the office of Olivia Bennett, the resident director of the sorority. Olivia was also an alum of Rushton and had a graduated a year earlier than Armand and Marcus. She had crossed paths with the football players on a couple of occasions, enough to impress them with her wit, her charm, and her round ass, which she would always flaunt with a variety of sheer and skin tight dresses, tights, and bodysuits.

The door creaked open and the pair stepped into a space adorned with tasteful decor and a hint of the sorority's emblematic colors. Olivia sat at her desk, the fading sunlight casting a gentle glow upon her as she looked up. "Come in, gentlemen," she greeted them with a welcoming tone, motioning for them to take a seat. She wore a tight pink halter top that highlighted her figure and a crisp white pleated skirt that showed off her shapely legs.

Armand and Marcus found themselves enveloped in the ambiance of Olivia's office—the air subtly scented with a hint of jasmine, the setting sun creating the perfect compliment for Olivia's shoulder length, auburn hair. "So what brings you both to Theta Omega Tau Sigma today?" Olivia inquired, her eyes flickering between the two men.

Armand cleared his throat. "We're here to discuss a proposition—a vision we have for a collaboration between Rushton football and Theta Omega Tau Sigma, one that we believe aligns with your values." As Marcus and Armand made their pitch, Olivia leaned forward, her curiosity piqued, her eyes gleaming with interest.

"I like the sound of your proposal and I think the girls will too," Olivia remarked. "But we need more than just long sentences and pretty words. We need to know that there will be tangible benefits."

Armand nodded, recognizing the need to solidify their offer. "We understand. We're here not just for a partnership, but to do something to elevate both our organizations."

Marcus added, "We know what Theta Omega Tau Sigma represents. We don't wanna change any of that, we want to help amplify it. We've got an alumni base that has nothing but good things to say about the Thetas. Imagine what resources we can provide for your philanthropic initiatives, the exclusive opportunities we can provide that will resonate with your sorority's vision."

Olivia tilted her head, a hint of playful intrigue lighting up her expression. "Gentlemen, you have my interest. But you'll need to sweeten the deal to get me to sign off on this. After all, we Thetas appreciate the finer things in life. So what can you offer? What do you have that will leave me in awe?"

Her subtle suggestion hung in the air, inviting Armand and Marcus to think outside the box. Olivia leaned backed in her chair, offering a full view of her luscious thighs to the two coaches. The room was filled with a combination of sexual tension and unspoken desires. Armand sensed that he needed to make a final play. He took a deep breath, glanced at Marcus, and then took the plunge.

"How about we move this conversation to a more... intimate setting?" Armand proposed, his voice carrying a confident yet inviting tone. "Somewhere we can hammer this out, delve deeper into the details?"

A glimmer of intrigue flashed across Olivia's face. She looked over the two men who had showed up at her office without notice. And she liked what she saw. "That sounds good to me - I think I know just the place where we might be able to work out something that's mutually beneficial."

As Olivia guided Armand and Marcus through the corridors of the sorority house, she didn't say a word. Her hips did the talking instead. With each step, her skirt would float just high enough to offer a glimpse of her perfectly plump ass, jiggling with every step. Armand tried to look away, but he could only resist for so long. As he drank in the sight of Olivia's dimpled ass cheeks, he felt himself falling under her spell.

Anticipation hung in the air as the trio entered Olivia's suite. "Make yourselves comfortable! I'm just going to change out of these clothes, it's been a long day," she stated, before disappearing into the adjoining room. The two friends sat in silence for a few minutes. When he was sure that Olivia was out of earshot, Marcus turned to his friend. "Goddamn, did you see that ass?" Armand nodded his head emphatically. "I might need to get a taste of that."

"Get a taste of what?"

Marcus and Armand spun around to see that Olivia standing in the doorway, now wearing a neon yellow lingerie set and matching garter belt.

The two coaches could only watch as she strutted over and sat herself down on her knees between them on the couch, sticking her ample ass out for them to inspect. Marcus instinctively reached over to pull her panties to the side, exposing both of her holes. "It's already wet for you," she said lustily.

It was on. Her words were like a match striking in a powder keg of sex. Armand and Marcus stood up, quickly pulling off their pants and boxers, revealing their prolific packages.

Olivia hopped off the couch, pulled off her panties and bra, and plopped herself between the two friends. "I'm a lucky, lucky girl," she crooned. Then, she went to work.

Olivia took Marcus' weighty cock in her mouth, working closer and closer to the base. Within seconds, his shaft was slick with her saliva. Olivia continued to work her way down Marcus' shaft, going at her task with great aplomb. As cock filled her mouth and throat, Olivia's blowjob grew sloppier and sloppier. Globs of saliva covered Marcus' pubic hair by the time she had managed to take him entirely in her mouth. With his entire length in her mouth, she glanced up at him, her moist face beaming with pride. All the while, she was stroking Armand's cock with her left hand, ensuring he was rock hard for the moment when she would be ready to give him some oral attention.

After twirling her tongue around the head of Marcus' cock a few more times, Olivia turned her attention to Armand. She was warmed up now and didn't want to waste any time. Within seconds, she was stuffing Armand's length down her throat. About halfway down his cock, she looked up, smiling, at Rushton football's head coach. Armand had a weakness for a woman with a deep throat and could do nothing but bite his lip in response. Olivia shifted her attention to Armand's pendulous balls, swirling her tongue around them in her mouth. Having sucked off both of the coaches, Olivia was ready for more. "I heard one of you wanted to taste my ass?"

Armand grinned as Olivia got back up onto the couch, sticking her ass out as if to offer it to him. Marcus took advantage of her change of position, seating himself in front of Olivia on the couch. She couldn't ignore his rock hard cock and took it in her mouth once again. Behind her, Armand took another look at her juicy ass, before leaning down to lick her already glistening slit. His tongue glided across her folds, occasionally darting into the warmth of her pussy. He could hear Olivia's stifled moans, as she tried to express her pleasure with Marcus' cock in her mouth.

"Ready for some dick in that ass?" After all of the foreplay, teasing, and sexual tension, Armand was ready to fuck. Olivia looked back at him, a devilish look on her face, and nodded yes.

Her eyes widened as Armand squeezed his thick cock into her asshole. She reached an arm back to pull her ass cheeks apart to give his cock a little more space to work. Slowly but surely, Armand worked his dick deeper and soon he was pumping away. As Armand picked up the pace, Olivia's ministrations on Marcus' cock grew more and more frenzied. The sensation of pleasure intensified and her eyes rolled back into her head as Marcus stuffed her throat and Armand stuffed her ass.

"I need to feel that pussy," Marcus stated, bringing the spitroasting to an end. Armand extracted himself from Olivia's ass, and moments later, she was sat upon Marcus' cock. Her pussy was soaking and it wasn't long before she was sliding up and down the coach's thick cock. Armand stood and watched, gently stroking himself as he watched Olivia's fat ass go up and down his best friend's shaft. Soon, he was called into action. "I need another cock in my ass. Pleassseeee."

Armand did as he was told. "Oh my god, that's amazinggggg," Olivia moaned. The sensation of two thick cocks filling her holes drove her wild. As she bounced on Marcus' cock, Armand's slid further into her ass. Soon, she had established the perfect rhythm, stretching both her holes to the max. "Bounce on that shit 'till you cum," Marcus demanded. Olivia's majestic ass jiggled as she rode the two coaches to ecstasy. "That's so much fucking dick," she moaned, as a massive orgasm rocked her body.

As she caught her breath, Olivia turned to Armand. "I need that cock in my pussy." The two coaches pulled out of her and switched places. No sooner had Armand taken a seat on the couch than Olivia had mounted him. Marcus jammed his cock in her asshole and the fucking started back up again at a delirious pace.

"I love being wrapped around your cocks." Olivia was in heaven. Her head lolled as Armand and Marcus pounded her; it might have been an orgasm, but the intense pleasure of her pussy and asshole being filled and stretched by two thick cocks made her feel as if she were in the midst of one long orgasmic fever dream. Olivia begged for the two men to fuck her deeper, to fuck her harder, to fuck her faster. And they did all they could to fulfill her wishes. The wetness of her lush pussy drove Armand crazy as he drove deeper and deeper. Marcus couldn't get enough of how her asshole gripped his cock.

As much as the trio might have wanted to fuck until oblivion, they knew it had to come to an end. "Are you boys gonna cum for me?", Olivia asked, already knowing what the answer would be. Just like that, Olivia was right back where she had started; kneeling on the floor, gripping two cocks. She took Marcus in her mouth once more, focusing on the head of his cock. It wasn't long before Marcus groaned, "Fuck, I'm cumming!" He fired his load down Olivia's throat. She gladly accepted his load, only a couple drops escaping from her lips and dropping on to her chest. She then turned her full attention to Armand. With his head between her lips, she used both hands to jerk him off. Soon, he too emptied his balls onto her tongue.

Olivia was a perfect picture of passion; her body glistened with sweat, her hair was mussed, her makeup smudged. As Armand and Marcus collected themselves, Olivia glanced at the cum dripping down her chest. "I'll consider those your signatures. It's been a pleasure doing business with you two."