Chapter 4: Post-Derby Delights
I woke up the next morning alone in my bed. Naked. I grabbed my phone. 9:53 AM. I never slept this late. Luckily, my first final wasn’t until that afternoon so I still had some time before I had to be there.
As I came to my senses, I realized I could hear my bathroom shower running. Who could be in there? I looked down at myself and initially thought that I was covered in bruises all over my groin and lower abs. After a moment of panic, I remembered the events of the past evening and realized that the multicolored skin was just an effect of the lipsticked mouths that had been all over me.
I savored the pleasure of those memories for a minute and relived the lipstick derby and then the after-party on this bed with Stephanie, Nicole, and Lexi. I felt my dick start to harden at the memory and went to touch myself to relieve the pressure when I remembered it was against the rules. I sighed in frustration as I tried to plan out my day.
30 minutes of exercise. 30 minutes of meditation. 30 minutes of community time. And available by 9pm for the sorority.
Those were my house rules. Then, there was my final this afternoon and that paper that I had due tomorrow. Two more finals later in the week as well as one more final project to finish. I wasn’t too worried about any of them, but I would need to be diligent in how I used my time considering the new time restraints I was still adjusting to.
I decided that I would shower, eat, go to the sanctuary garden to meditate, and then head to campus to get ready for my exam. Later I could work out and spend time with the ladies during dinner for community time. But what was I going to do about the person in my bathroom?
Just as the thought crossed my mind, I heard the water turn off. Thank god. I really had to pee, too.
A minute later, the beautiful Melanie emerged from my bathroom.
“Oh my! That looks uncomfortable!” she yelped, her eyes immediately drawn to my rigid member.
“It’s just the lipstick from last night,” I tried to reassure her.
“Oh, I know about the coloring. I meant the boner; I know you’re not allowed to take care of that yourself.”
The attention that she was giving to it only made throb even harder. “Oh … um. Yeah. It is a bit uncomfortable.” I hoped that she was alluding to giving me some assistance.
“I’d help, but I’ve got a final in half an hour. Good luck,” she said with a curt smile as she trailed down the stairs, her towel taut across her beautiful behind as she went. Well, that didn’t help my erection.
At least I’ve got the shower to help calm me down.
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I made it through my final okay. Not my best effort, but I had a high enough grade going into it that I didn’t have to be perfect in order to get an A in the class. Afterward, I stopped by the on-campus library for a while, as I wasn’t sure that I would be able to focus well enough at the sorority house to actually get my last philosophy assignment done.
By the time late afternoon rolled around, I was able to submit the paper on Nicomachean Ethics, hopeful that it would be worthy enough to bump me up from the B+ I was sitting at. I made my way back to the house, looking forward to a good workout and then dinner with the sisters.
I went upstairs to change, and remembered that I was supposed to be going commando. I usually liked things nice and tight to my body while I was working out so my dick and balls weren’t swinging about wildly. First time for everything, I guess.
I got a bit lost on my way to the gym (this house was so big!), but once I finally located it, I found that I would not be working out alone. Two other women were already there, each using stair machines and having a lively conversation between the two of them. I was sure that I had met them, but I couldn’t recall their names.
My usual routine was to run a couple of miles to warm up and then get into some weight training, and I didn’t mind at all that the treadmills were set up right behind the two stair masters. I turned on the machine and set off at my normal pace, my dick bouncing around uncomfortably in my loose shorts. The sound was enough for the two ladies to notice me. They peeked over their shoulders and giggled as their voices dropped to a whisper that I couldn’t hear.
I tried to be polite and not watch, but it was difficult with both of their sculpted asses in my face. Each stair popped out their cheeks in a way that was delicious and it was evident that they must spend quite a bit of time in here. Their athletic shorts perfectly accented their plump cheeks. One in black and one in white. It almost seemed like they were intentionally showing off for me, but I could have been imagining it.
Their voices returned to normal volume and I could hear them move on to other topics—what was left of finals week, summer travel plans, and how annoyed they were with Danni for rejected her prize of winning the deep lipstick derby.
Throughout all this, my dick continued to grow in my shorts as I tried to think about less interesting topics, but it was of little use. You would think that the cardio would have my heart diverting blood to other areas, but apparently not. By the time I finished two miles, my erection was more pronounced than ever. I decided that it was pointless to be embarrassed—these two had both watched me get sucked off by eight different women the night before anyway. Presumably, they wouldn’t mind the show.
I moved over to the free weights and started on the next part of my workout — it was leg day. The gym in the house was actually pretty well equipped and set up; it had everything I needed.
I was in the middle of my first set of squats, my dick still straining against the material of my shorts, when I noticed the ladies finish on the stair machines and move over to the mats. Through the reflection in the wall-sized studio mirror, I could see their giggling glances continue, but they did not interrupt me. They settled on the ground and began doing core exercises. I enjoyed seeing the sets of twists, turns, and other poses that had given them the tight abs so well-displayed between their tiny shorts and the sports bras above. Despite the giggling, they clearly took their fitness seriously.
I was able to work through my own routine as they completed theirs, finally regaining some sense of focus and flaccidity. By the time the ladies were doing their finishing stretches, I was on my last set and I had worked up quite a sweat.
“Good workout, Jack?” one of them called over to me as I re-racked my weights.
“Yeah, it’s a really nice set-up in here … err … sorry. I can’t quite remember your names.”
“Don’t sweat it — you’ve met so many of us. I’m Hannah and this is Genevieve.” They each stuck out their hands to shake mine as they remained sitting on the floor. Although my dick had calmed down a bit, I was still conscious of the imprint coming through my underwear-less shorts now directly at their eye level.
Hannah was a short dark-skinned Asian woman with shoulder-length black hair. Her black matching set left little to the imagination as her sweat made it cling to her skin. Genevieve was a tall red-head with adorable freckles adorning her beautiful face. Green eyes watched me like they had a secret they didn’t want to give up. Her white shorts and top almost became see through with her body’s moisture. It took all I had to avoid dropping my gaze to the cleavage busting through both of their sports bras as I looked down at them.
“Yeah, we’re spoiled here. Have you checked out the sauna yet?” Genevieve asked.
“There’s a sauna in here?! This place has everything!” I exclaimed. Some time in a sauna sounded like exactly what I needed after the stress of this week and the sweat I had worked up in here.
“Yep! We’re just about done going to head in there next. Want us to show you?” Hannah asked, the hint of a devious smile spreading across her face.
“Yeah, That sounds great. Thanks!” I said eagerly, grabbing my workout towel and water bottle as they stood up and gathered their things.
“Right through here,” Genevieve said, leading us to the corner of the gym space, but as far as I could tell, there was no exit that way. I stood there confused as she pushed on a spot in the mirror. To my surprise it swung towards us.
“It’s a secret door!” Hannah said excitedly as she enjoyed the look of shock on my face before following Genevieve through the opened mirror panel. Sure enough, as I walked through the secret passageway, warmth hit me in the face and I found a moderately sized sauna that could probably fit at least eight to ten people with two-tiered benches along three of its walls. A neat basket of towels sat near the heater that appeared to be on some sort of timer. I wondered what other secrets were held in this old house.
“We normally don’t wear clothes in here,” Genevieve said, looking at me with a sneaky grin as she reached for the hem of her white sports bar. “That okay with you?”
Before I could even respond, each of her tits dropped from the restraint of their fabric cage. They were perfect orbs with delightful pink areolae and nipples, one of which was pierced. My cock jumped again in my shorts as I tried to respond intelligibly. “Umm … yeah …. whatever you guys normally do,” I muttered as I watched Hannah grab at her own top and pull it up over her head. Heavy breasts fell out, both with large dark areolae. I felt myself salivate at the view before me.
But they were not done. They glanced each other and both let out a little giggle as they simultaneously grabbed at the waistbands of their tiny exercise shorts and bent over, pulling them to their ankles and kicking them off. My breath caught as I realized neither of them were wearing underwear. Genevieve had a little patch of red pubic hair while Hannah was complete shaved. Fuck, they were sexy.
It took me a second to realize they were waiting for me while I had been lasciviously eyeing their incredible figures. “You gonna join us, or what?” Hannah asked.
“Yeah. Right,” I sputtered. I peeled off my sweaty shirt as they sat down on the long bench and waited for my grand reveal. Their legs parted and their folds came into view, coaxing me to join them.
I reached for the waistband of my shorts and followed the two women into nudity. Finally released from its own imprisoning fabric, my cock stood proudly jutting away from my hips. The sensation of relief alone was immense.
“Ow owww! Big dick in the house!” Genevieve hooted with a laugh, causing Hannah to break out into giggles as well. Slight embarrassment came over me, but I was slowly learning how to navigate my role as sole resident male—these were the sort of comments I would just have to get used to.
I sat down across from them and enjoyed the warm cedar against my ass and back. The tension from my muscles and the stress of finals immediately started to melt away.
“So, Jack, how’s it been as our new Live-In so far?” Hannah asked.
“Honestly, fucking incredible. Truly a dream come true,” I answered truthfully.
“Yeah, I bet. I’m guessing you didn’t have half a dozen women gagging on your cock at your old place,” Genevieve said with a smile.
“Plus, he got to fuck Stephanie, Nicole, and Lexi last night, too!” Hannah added. I should have guessed that there the gossip moved quickly in this place.
“Yeah, it’s true. And never sat naked in a sauna with two of the sexiest women I’ve ever seen either,” I added.
“Cheers to that,” Hannah said as she fist-bumped Genevieve. Despite the sexual (and physical) temperature in the sauna, our conversation moved on to more mundane topics and my cock finally started to soften slightly, despite my eyes continuously roving across their gorgeous sweaty figures. I asked them about their majors (poli-sci for Genevieve and business for Hannah), their hobbies (hiking, drawing, and rock climbing), and who they were tight with in the house (mainly ones I hadn’t gotten acquainted with yet—Emily, Teresa, and Natalie).
One question had been itching at the back of my brain ever since I moved in, but I had been too afraid to ask until now. “So what was your last Live-In like?” I asked.
“You sure you want to know?” Genevieve replied warily. Her tone shifted quickly.
“Is there a reason I shouldn’t?” I asked, now entirely unsure.
“Well, he’s just … a lot. I don’t want you to feel self-conscious.”
“Ha. Now I’m both scared and feel like I need to know even more.” I could feel my heart rate picking up in nervousness.
“Okay if you’re sure,” Hannah said. “While he lived here, as a person he was … fine. Sometimes he would get on our nerves a bit—he wasn’t the cleanest—but he was alright to hang around with. As a lover though, he was genuinely unbelievable. His dick was definitely a bit smaller than yours, but the things he could do with it were truly divine.” Her eyes seemed to drift off to somewhere in the past.
“And god, his fingers, and tongue, and even his toes … I’m getting goosebumps just remembering,” Genevieve added with a shiver, despite the warmth in the room. Did she say … toes?
Clearly I did have some big shoes to fill. Would I stack up? Maybe I shouldn’t have asked.
“So what happened to him? How come he didn’t come back this summer?” I asked.
Genevieve explained, “Well, when the fall semester rolled around and his stint as the live-in was over, he moved into a new apartment with his buddies, so that meant he was fair game to date anyone he chose. And he chose Danni. It caused a lot of issues in the house.”
“Oh, right I heard that didn’t go well,” I replied.
“Yeah, she wasn’t the only one interested in Marcus. So that led to a lot of issues in the sorority. And then … Marcus cheated on her with another sister.”
“No fucking way!” I exclaimed in shock. “Does she still live here?”
“No, she left the sorority. It was a big, big thing this year. We considered not even having a live-in this summer because of all that.”
“Wow. That’s crazy,” I said, taken aback. The sauna went silent for a minute as I processed what I had just learned. I guess even if I wasn’t as much of a master in the sack as Marcus, I knew that I’d never cheat on anyone. That made me feel a little bit better.
Breaking me out of my reflections and trying to cheer up the mood, Hannah chimed in, “But we’re glad that you’re here! And I, personally, think you’re hotter than Marcus. I was bummed I missed out on getting to taste you last night.”
“Oh, really? Why didn’t you enter the derby then?”
“It’s a lot of pressure to be up there and try to show off your skills. Plus, I’m more of a small-group girlie,” she said with a smirk.
“My sentiments, exactly,” Genevieve agreed. My cock twitched and quickly started to stiffen again at the compliments.
“Why don’t you bring that big old thing on over here and we can show you our skills in a more private environment,” Hannah teased as they created a gap between them on the bench. I didn’t waste any time before I waddled over to them, my now-erect member uncomfortably bouncing from one thigh to the other with each step.
“It’s even bigger up close!” Hannah said as I plopped down in between them. They both leaned their faces down close to my crotch to take in the view.
Genevieve wrapped her hand around the base of my shaft, not quite getting it around my circumference. “No kidding! Where the hell did Stephanie pluck you from?! What a find!”
Hannah’s fingers traced along my head, which was purple, swollen, and absolutely begging for attention. She slid it down until her knuckles connected with Genevieve’s, and then she added her other hand as well. Their manicured nails bejeweling my member as my tip still peeked out from their grip.
That little bit of dick was too much for Hannah to resist, and she lowered her head to lick it. “A little salty. I kinda like it,” she said with a giggle as she removed her top hand and started to take me into her mouth. I groaned involuntarily, responding to the sensation of her tongue sliding around in the most arousing way.
Meanwhile, Genevieve had let go of my shaft and brought her face back up to mine. She planted her lips on mine, her tongue quickly darting into my mouth. She tasted wonderfully like mint. Her hand gripped around my wrist and guided it towards her lovely chest. I took her boob in my palm and appreciated its softness and its weight. I couldn’t help but kiss my way down her neck until my lips and then my tongue found her nipple. I sensed the salt from her sweat lingering on her skin as she purred in approval.
My fingers slithered their way down her taut abs, her legs parting in invitation. I felt the rough texture of her tidy red hair before making purchase on her wet slit. She groaned as I gently traced her along her puffy outer lips, slick with sweat and other juices. I teased her hole with a fingertip, lightly caressed her clit, and then cautiously entered her. She pulled my face deeper into her chest as I continued to work my tongue on her nipple in tandem with my finger in her pussy.
Hannah’s oral assault on my dick had not let up. I could feel the saliva from her sloppy work dripping down my length and around my balls. Then, suddenly, with a little *pop* I felt her release me.
I disappointingly pulled my mouth away from Genevieve’s delightful tit and looked down at Hannah to see what was going on.
“I have GOT TO ride this thing. Can I?” she pleaded wantonly, drool running down her chin from her fine work.
“By all means,” I replied, excited by the opportunity. Then, to Genevieve I added, “And I’d like to taste this pussy. Think you can hop up here and sit on my face?”
Her face widened into a smirk> “I think I should be able to figure it out.”
Hannah stood up and turned away from me, pushing her ass back as she split my legs. She reached behind her to grab my shaft as she lined me up with her waiting pussy. Her clit rubbed along my head and I could feel just how moist she was before she lowered her weight down onto me and I slid in.
“Ohhhhh,” I groaned as I felt the grip of her vagina slowly descending down my shaft.
“God, you’re big,” she gasped, her pussy gradually stretching to accommodate my size. With only a few inches in, she paused, waiting for her body to catch up to the adjustment.
After a moment, she was ready to continue, eventually taking me all the way in to the hilt.
“Fuckkkkk I’m so fullll,” she sighed, perched atop my dick. I grabbed at her beautiful cheeks and felt their perfect tone as she lifted herself back up until her lips gripped just the head.
While she plunged back down on me, Genevieve requested, “Tip your head back, I need that tongue on me.”
I stretched my neck so that the back of my head rested flat on the upper bench. She positioned two towels on either side of my ears for comfort and then got up on her knees with her feet dangling off the bench near my shoulders. I enjoyed the view as her hairy pussy lowered down onto my face, ready to use me as her saddle until she came.
Her lips met mine and she pressed down onto me. The tangy, salty flavor was divine. My tongue traced around her as she groaned in pleasure. I licked along her opening until I landed on her clit, causing her to groan even louder. We fell into a good rhythm as she gyrated on me more and more aggressively. I was helping to service her, but I was fully aware that she was in control.
This meant that I could return my attention to Hannah’s energetic bouncing on my dick without breaking Genevieve’s flow. I could sense Hannah’s fingers down in between our legs, alternating between playing with her clit and massaging my balls. With each progressive drop, she yelped and I could tell that she was working herself up close to orgasm.
Both women were using me as the mere vessel of their pleasure, an object for their satisfaction, and I was more than okay with it. The sounds of their joyous vocalizations echoed in the small, sweaty room as our bodies pieced together in most perfect slippery amalgamation.
I felt Hannah’s pace increase even further, her breath ragged as each drop became more and more forceful. “I’m gonna come,” she huffed desperately. Suddenly, she slammed down onto me with all her might and I felt her pussy clench around my member.
“FUUUUUUUUCKK!!” she screamed as her orgasm ripped through her. The walls of her vagina pulsed also my length, her heading falling back against my chest as her feet lifted off the floor. Her body spasmed on top of me as she yelped unintelligibly, my dick still buried deep in her hairless snatch.
Suddenly I felt Genevieve start to pick up speed as the volume of her vocalizations grew. I could see that she was gripping the back of the upper bench with white knuckles as she bucked against my face like I was her rodeo bull.
“Oh! Oh! Oh! OH! OHHHHHHH!” she wailed, her clit grinding against me in a flurry of motion as she climaxed. She reached down to grab my hair with both hands as she held me against her. Her legs began to shake around my head, her climax overwhelming her. Everything went quiet as her thighs became vibrating earmuffs and she rode the waves of pleasure for minute after minute.
Eventually, her grip on me loosened and she fell sideways onto the upper bench. “Fuck, that felt amazing,” she gasped with a silly grin on her face.
Finally recovered from her own orgasm, Hannah went to stand up and my dick fell out of her with a heavy thud as it hit the bench below. “I think we’ll be forgetting about Marcus quite soon,” she said with a beaming smile. “That was wonderful.”
“We still need to make him come though, and I want to feel his big log inside me,” Genevieve said, speaking to Hannah as if I wasn’t even there, which I was entirely fine with. “You ready to fuck me, Jack?” Genevieve asked as she looked deep into my eyes. She slid down to the lower bench and got to her knees on her makeshift cushions, presenting her ass to me like the prize that it was.
I stood and lined myself up behind her, allowing my actions to answer her question. I teased my head around her clit and she ordered, “Don’t make me wait. Put it in!”
Obliging, I pushed in with firm pressure. I could still feel her stretching around my girth, but she was not nearly as tight as Hannah had been, perhaps because she had already come. “Yesssss,” she growled as I felt her lips grip around the very base of my shaft. It felt so good, I already knew I wouldn’t last long.
I grabbed her hips and began sliding myself out until just the tip remained inside, then forcefully re-entered her. She pushed her ass back to meet me as my cock reached its depth. Our sweaty bodies glistened as we locked together like perfect, moist puzzle pieces.
“Fuckkkk,” I groaned. Our bodies worked in synchronized perfection as we harmoniously thrust in opposite directions again, and again, and again, and again. The sound of my hips meeting her ass echoed in the little room.
I looked up to see Hannah on the upper bench, quite close to Genevieve’s head, with her hand back between her legs, playing with her beautiful tanned pussy. It made me even more aroused and I slammed into Genevieve with further might, plowing into her with all the force I could muster. Each repetition causing her to moan, groan, or yip as I bottomed out.
I started to feel a tightness in my balls and I knew I was on my way to ecstasy. “I’m getting close. Where should I come?” I panted.
“Me too! Don’t you fucking stop! Come inside me! Fill me up!” she gasped in between her hungry groans of pleasure.
Sure enough, one stroke later I felt her pussy start to spasm around my cock as she squealed, “OH GODDDDDDD!”
I followed her lead into paradise as my own orgasm hit me two pumps later. I buried myself inside of her as deep as I could possibly go and began unloading, my cum blasting into her pulsing cunt with unfettered enthusiasm. With each spurt, a surge of pleasure raced through my body, my whole body twitching in response to the sensation.
Realizing I had been holding my breath since I had started orgasming, I finally exhaled again, releasing another shiver of splendor starting at my cock and rippling throughout my entire being.
It could have been seconds or hours before my dick finished unloading into Genevieve—I couldn’t tell. But when it did finally stop, I sighed heavily and pulled back out of her, my penis already sad to leave its newfound home behind. I watched my cum dribble out of her and flow down the insides of her thighs.
As I exited, Genevieve shook with a final wave of pleasure. “Holy fuck that’s good cock,” she groaned, turning and dropping into a heap on the bench.
“Isn’t it?!” Hannah agreed. I assumed that she must have climaxed along with us as she was also resting now in a post-orgasmic heap on the upper bench, her limbs limply dangling in complete relaxation.
I fell on a bench as well, my energy depleted by the exercises of the past hour. I realized that the timer on the heater must have run out long ago—although it was still warm in here, it wasn’t near the true sauna temperature it had been when we first entered. And thank god, because I probably wouldn’t have any liquid in my body left if it the heat had remained.
“Yeah, I don’t think the house will be thinking about Marcus for long,” Genevieve said several minutes later, finally starting to rise from her stupor.
“Who’s Marcus?” Hannah replied, making Genevieve laugh in response.
“Exactly. Any idea what time it is?” I asked.
“No, my phone’s still out with my stuff in the gym,” Hannah answered.
“Me too,” Genevieve added.
I went to grab a towel and wrap up so I could retrieve them, but both ladies interjected and told me it was unnecessary.
I shrugged in agreement and pushed through the secret door. Three wide grins met me and my naked form as I found out that the gym was not as empty as I had assumed.
“Sounds like you know what you’re doing in there. When’s our turn in the sauna?” one of them asked as all three pairs of eyes dropped to my crotch. I felt my dick twitch as it began to harden once again.
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