0 comments/ 112348 views/ 2 favorites Numbers By: rick_905 Many people that read stories on this site no doubt end up getting turned on and end up having a sexual encounter of some type. Some people will be lucky and have someone around to help out and some will end up having to masturbate. Masturbation is one of those things that everyone does (or just about everyone) but no one talks about. The chat lines on the internet are one way of talking about masturbation with out having to look the other person in the face. I am one of those guys that does talk masturbation on the internet and shares my stories etc. with the other person. One of the things I have done is explain the game of “numbers” to people. Numbers is a masturbation type game that I play and have told a few people over the last few years. People would not masturbate if it were not enjoyable. Too much of a good thing tends to take the fun out of the activity. Variety is the spice of life and that saying holds true for masturbation. You can get variety in masturbation by changing the location that you do it (in bed, in another room, in the shower, sitting on the toilet etc.). You can also get variety by changing the time of day that you do it (early morning orgasms on a full bladder are different). I always figured the best way to get variety was to change the way that you do it. Females are lucky in that they have more then one way to do it. Most females would use their fingers but also have the option to use a vibrator, dildo, shower massager, water jet from a pool/spa/bath tub, humping a pillow. Guys for the most part are stuck with their hand. Although guys are stuck with the hand there is different ways to stroke the hard cock. The first thing is they can do is go "dry" or use a "lube". I would be classified as a "dry" guy and never even knew for the longest time you could use a lube. I have tried using the lube and it is a lot of fun - different that is for sure, but you need the lube handy - not great when you are sitting in your car and in the mood, or at your desk at work. The second way that you can change the stroke is the method in which you use your hand to stroke your cock. That is where the game of numbers comes in. Over time I have developed a few ways of stroking myself. The first way which I call the number 1 stroke is to take one finger and run it up and down the vein part of the cock - the same spot that a tongue would most likely go during a blow job if the female was just licking the cock and not taking the whole thing into her mouth. The number 2 stroke is using 2 fingers to stroke the cock - actually one finger and one thumb. What I do is take the finger closest to my thumb and the thumb and make a circle with it. This circle then goes around my cock and I stroke it all up and down the shaft. It is sort of like lips going all up and down the shaft. The number 3 stroke is using all fingers on my hand. What I do is grab my cock from the top and place all 4 fingers and thumb in the same direction as the cock and stroke that way. Using this stroke if I was to cum it would hit the palm of my hand and not spray all over the place. The number 4 stroke is the traditional stroke that most guys show when joking around. Call it the fist if you like, make a fist and then relax the hand so the cock can slide up between all the fingers. If you were to cum during this stroke the cum would shoot out the top and land all over the place. OK, time for the game of numbers. There are various ways of doing the game and I will explain 2 of them. Method 1 - I would look at the clock (digital) at night time in bed and take the last number and do that stroke for the night. First problem is what do you do when there are only 4 strokes and 10 numbers that could be on the clock. I handled that in that I would come up with a special number 5 each time I masturbated. That could be wrapping a pillow around my cock and humping that, could be using a Kleenex right around the cock and then doing the stroke of the 2nd to last number in the time. That gets me up to 5 strokes. To get from 5 to 10 all I had to do was double the first 5. This was done by saying the first 5 were with my right hand and the 2nd 5 were with my left hand. Could also be done by saying the 1st 5 would be cleaned up with a Kleenex and the 2nd 5 would not be cleaned up and the cum would just stay on my cock/stomach until dry. Method 2 - decide on the number of strokes that you need - 4 to 10 will work for this way - do not need 10. Then find someone to give you the number and a speed (slow, medium, fast) and then have the person change the number/speed every 10 seconds or so. When the other person changes the stroke and the speed your hand moves to the new stroke. This works well in person, over the phone, or even in a chat room. I hope everyone gets the idea and just maybe one or two people will even try it. Once you have the basics done there are all sorts of other number games you can come up with. Numbers Numbers had always been important to Jasmine. Her name has seven letters because her mother knew that to be a lucky number and she wanted her daughter to be lucky. Now, as she approached the age of eighteen Jasmine was filled with foreboding. Eighteen is three times six. Three sixes are the number of the beast. 666 is eighteen just put another way. One is a holy number, three is auspicious and seven is lucky, but six is a bad number and the triple six is a serious problem. As her birthday got closer, Jasmine determined that she must make preparations to prevent it being the disaster that she feared. She went to see the numerologist who had advised her mother for many years. She didn't want her mum to worry and what she had in mind was not something you could talk to your mother about, but she really didn't have any choice. She told Astorius that this was absolutely confidential. She made him swear that he would say absolutely nothing to her mother or anybody else. Astorius was quite happy about this. He was used to people who confided in him and who didn't want anybody else to know about their needs. After all he had tended to Jasmine's mother for many years in ways that Jasmine was completely unaware. Jasmine and Astorius spoke for about four hours over three separate meetings before it was agreed what needed to be done on the eighteenth anniversary of her birth. Jasmine remembered that on her twelfth birthday, she had her first period. She had been told a little bit about menstruation without really paying attention and when it happened on the day of the double six she had thought she was cursed and going to bleed to death. She knew better now of course, but still she was sure that the bleeding on that particular day was a warning to her. On her sixth birthday she had fallen down stairs when excitedly chasing at her party and knocked out her two front teeth. There was a lot of blood then and she still lived with that event. Sixes were pain and blood. The triple six would be much worse unless she could protect against it. Astorius was astonished when he first heard what Jasmine thought she needed to do on her birthday. He had listened in silence as she went through her fears and explained why she was so sure of terrible consequences of the power of the beast on that day. After he had satisfied himself that she knew what she was doing and was determined to go through with it, whether he helped her or not, he accepted the role of advisor and set about planning the day. His first point of contact was his golf club. There were really quite a lot of elderly members and, of course, many of the others had elderly relatives. Well, getting together seven, eighty one year old men was not going to be the easiest thing in the world and even then it was going to be a delicate issue dealing with what they would be expected to do. Inverting the number of the beast was the most effective way of neutralising his malign power. 999 is the number of help. When assistance is required, the triple nine is the way to get it. The great beast of the apocalypse, 666, brings terror and pain. The triple nine is the way to overcome the sickening six and be gathered into the arms of saviours. Seven is lucky and reversing eighteen cancels out its negative so seven eighty one year olds was the best possible insurance against the dangers of the dreadful day. It was one day, she had three holes and as many sevens must be worked into three by the eighty ones as could be achieved during that one day. Jasmine never got up until 2pm on her birthday. As arranged she went immediately to the room Astorius had set aside for the purpose. She had already made careful preparations with her parents and friends that she had important college commitments on her birthday so she would not be celebrating until the following weekend. When she arrived, Astorius greeted her and sent her to carry out the ritual bath that they had agreed upon. As he did so he confirmed that her seven elderly helpers were all on their way and would be in place at precisely 3pm when she had completed her ablutions. In one intriguing surprise, Astorius informed Jasmine that he was aged fifty four himself. Three times eighteen. Very significant, but she was unsure quite what it might mean. Jasmine attended to her internal and external cleansing with great care. When she was finished and presented herself she knew that she was going to have the most extraordinary experiences until seven-o-clock in the evening. This was going to be very difficult and she was nervous. Finally the moment arrived. Jasmine emerged naked into the room. Astorius led her into the centre of a ring of chairs occupied by the old men. Either side of Jasmine were a whipping bench and a large St Andrew's cross. Laid out on the bench were a cane, a riding crop and a seven tailed, leather flogger. Jasmine shuddered and Astorius said: "Today Jasmine enters adulthood. She thanks you all for assisting her in her auspicious passage to a successful and fulfilled life." Jasmine bowed and Astorius led her to the first man who was in a wheelchair. She knelt before him. Astorius undid his trousers and Jasmine leant forward to take the soft wrinkly prick in her mouth. It took some vigorous sucking and hard tongue work, but in a few minutes he produced a rigid hard that filled her mouth. A few more minutes of attentive work and Jasmine's mouth was filled with runny cum while the old man groaned. She opened her mouth and put our her coated tongue for the audience to see before swallowing. Her next gentleman was much more physically able and what he had just seen filled him with enthusiasm. At a nod from Astorius he rose from his chair while Jasmine was moving on her knees towards him. He took out his erect member which was of more than average size and very obviously ready for some attention. He took the pretty teenager by the hair and pulled her face onto him greedily. Years of pent up energy and dreams must have felt their release in the warm, soft mouth engulfing his prick and he thrust enthusiastically. Surprised by the vigour, Jasmine gagged and he pulled her head away to give her a breath before face fucking her again. A few thrusts later he drew her in tightly again and probed her young throat. This time Jasmine had regained her composure and concentrated hard to relax and allow the throbbing knob to enter her throat. Overcome with pleasure he could last no longer and gave Jasmine her second mouthful. This time it was a larger quantity and thicker. In accordance with the routine she had agreed with Astorius beforehand, Jasmine displayed the mouthful and then swallowed. While this was going on Astorius had suggested to the other men that they might like to remove all of their clothes. The ywere keen to comply. The remaining men came to the kneeling girl as she stayed in position in the centre of their circle and she fellated them all to completion. After the example of the second man, they all took her very firmly and she got repeated face and throat fucking that might have been expected from a gang bang by young men although all of these could have been her great grandfather. When the round was complete Jasmine was allowed a drink of water and Astorius congratulated the men on their successful opening of the proceedings for Jasmine's propitious entry into adulthood. Now had come the time for scourging in which the beast would be driven away from threatening her tender and vulnerable places. Astorius explained to the men that just as they would protect Jasmine by gracing her three holes with their seven pricks, they would also scourge her at three points on her body with three instruments. Each of the seven men would deliver three strokes. He instructed Jasmine to get onto the whipping bench and he strapped her in position. Taking up the cane Astorius called over the first man. He was the last to have shot his load into Jasmine's sweet mouth and he was still savouring the pleasure as Astorius explained to him that he was going to give her one firm stroke of the cane across her buttocks. Jasmine was shaking in her bonds. She had never been caned and at this moment she felt more exposed than she had ever been in her life. Astorius called all the men round the bench. Spreading the cheeks of her ass he invited them to admire the tight sphincter which was just a little darker than the surrounding pink flesh. He explained that after she had received her seven strokes they were going to fuck that ass and when they had warmed the ass up well they were going to have an even more special experience. With that, Astorius leant over and pushed his tongue deep into Jasmine's asshole. She groaned with shock and pleasure as the warm, wet tongue penetrated her. When he withdrew the men could see that the hole was just a little more relaxed than it had been before. Astorius whispered into the cane holder's ear that he should bring down the cane with all the force that he could muster and not hold back at all. If he would like to take a lick before he did so he might find that her buttocks would relax just a little more and ripple even more beautifully when she got her stroke. The whispered instructions were gratefully received. The bearded old man plunged his face into the lovely young ass and applied some vigorous licking before standing back to bring the cane down hard across both buttocks. Jasmine yelped and bounced up from the bench to the limit of her bonds. A livid red welt immediately appeared right across the centre of her ass. The cane was passed immediately to the second man who took it enthusiastically. He was smiling broadly when he ran his tongue over the cane mark before having a further probe deep into her asshole with his tongue. He licked her for rather longer than the first man before standing back and taking aim. Jasmine was still reeling with her stinging flesh and delightful new experience of having a tongue enter her in such a strange and intimate way when the cane whistled through the air. It struck just above the first stroke and left a mark which was even brighter than the first. Jasmine screamed and jerked, but could not move more than a fraction in her wriggling. The pattern continued as Jasmine cried and screamed while her ass became a brilliant red striped with raised welts which were purple where they crossed others. It was now the turn of the final man, the guy in the wheelchair. Wheeling alongside the bench he was able to lean to the side and slip his tongue into the now gaping asshole. All possibility of tensing her buttocks had gone completely. The red hot cheeks of her ass touched his face and encouraged him to push in further. After a longer rimming than given by any of the others he finally drew back and accepted the cane being offered to him. Before Astorius could give any advice he positioned his wheelchair behind her, raised his arm and brought it down with surprising force. The stroke landed vertically and with great precision directly on the tender asshole that had become accustomed to receiving the welcome attention of exploring tongues. The scream that pierced the room was followed by loud sobbing and fierce straining against the strong leather restraints. Astorius announced a fifteen minute break while the men might relieve themselves, get a drink or take up his offer of some little blue pills if they were required. Jasmine was left attached to the bench. As the break was nearing its end and Jasmine was less than an hour and a half into her four hour ordeal, Astorius approached her and applied an edible, warming lubricant to her abused asshole. He pushed it in with two fingers, stretching open the sore and swollen flesh. Jasmine groaned and writhed at the intrusion which hurt and stimulated at the same time. The men began to gather round. Astorius told them that now was the time for them to fuck Jasmine's ass. If the Viagra and the glowing ass of this beautiful teenager were not enough to get them hard for the second time they could use her mouth to help them stiffen. He also advised them that he didn't want her ass dribbling the cum of seven men so they should also return to her mouth when they felt that they were close to completion. Today, all of their ejaculate was to find its way into Jasmine's tummy. The most enthusiastic of the old men approached and Astorius helped by taking Jasmine by the hair and guiding the semi hard prick into her mouth. As soon as she was sucking he returned to her ass, applied some more lube and pushed three fingers right into her. As he looked up he saw the old guy gripping her head very firmly and fucking her face enthusiastically. He withdrew his very rigid dick and came to put it in her ass. The sensation was amazing. She was so well lubed that he got in without difficulty, but she was still very tight. In a few thrusts he was in right to the hilt and he could feel the heat of her punished butt cheeks against his thighs. While this first man built up his rhythm Astorius called in the second to get an oral stimulation so that he would be ready for the asshole. After a few minutes of vigorous ass fucking, number one was ready to cum. He nodded to number two and they swapped places. Just as the new guy was plugging her asshole , the first man grunted as he shot his second load of the day into the pretty girl's mouth. He held her face tight into his groin until she had swallowed every drop and he had returned to the small wrinkled state that he normally had these days. All the men worked through her, keeping her mouth and ass filled continually with only the occasional short gap to top up the lube. After six had fully satisfied themselves, Astorius released Jasmine from the bench and instructed her to kneel and suck the wheelchair guy to rigidity. When he was really hard she was instructed to sit on his dick and work herself up and down until he was ready and then take his cum in her mouth. He was so excited that a doctor might have feared for his health, but he got as hard as a rock and she had to work hard for ages with his surprisingly large prick up her ass before he was ready to shoot his wad into her sweet little mouth. It was time for another break. Everybody had a drink, including Jasmine, and Astorius moved the large cross assembly to the centre of the room. Unable to sit down, Jasmine stood to one side sipping from her glass and watching with trepidation as the next stage of her ordeal was prepared. Her mouth had been very sticky with cum and the ejaculate of seven old men had not left her mouth as fresh as it had been earlier. She was savouring the cool drink and swilling it about her mouth. Suddenly Astorius instructed her to come to him. "Umm! Yes of course, but I must just go for a pee first." "No!" The response shocked her. "Come here now." Jasmine obeyed. Astorius told her to place her feet on the blocks on the lower part of the St Andrews cross. He fixed the leather ankle restraints and then reached up to secure her wrists in a similar way to the top part of the cross. He then fixed in place a wide leather belt across her waist and she was secure. He moved a lever and he was then able to rotate the cross. He turned her round completely before returning her to the upright and calling the men around. "Well gentlemen, you have been kind enough to help Jasmine safely through this important stage in her life. She and you have all done well so far, but there is more to be done. Three lots of scourging are required and now is the time for the second." He produced the riding crop and swished it down onto the palm of his hand. Jasmine watched wide eyed as he explained that each of them would apply one firm stroke of the crop to Jasmine's beautiful young breasts. They would be able to have the cross rotated to place her in whatever position they preferred for delivery of their stroke. As the fear increased within her Jasmine became desperate. "Please Sir. I know this has to be done, but I must have a pee. Please let me down to go to the bathroom. I will come back right away. Astorius smiled. He reached out to the drinks table and picked up a large glass jug. Placing it to her perfectly shaved crotch he said "Go ahead." Jasmine blushed. Her bladder felt full to bursting, but she couldn't pee. Astorius smiled again and took the jug away. "We have a strict timetable gentlemen. Who wishes to be first to take Jasmine through the next part of her birthday?" The guy moved forward in his powered wheelchair. His head was still full of the experience of the ass fuck and he was very excited at the possibility of marking those beautiful tits. Astorius asked him how he would like the cross and he indicated that he would have her on her side with her head to his right. He placed the crop on the side of her right tit to get his aim. He raised it and brought it down as hard as he could. Her breasts jiggled wildly from the blow and a brilliant, raised mark in the shape of the leather flap on the crop appeared on her. Astorius returned the cross to the upright as tears trickled down Jasmine's face. The crop was passed to the second man who came forward. He decided that he want Jasmine upside down. He teasingly ran the crop down her thigh to her cunt and then on to the underside of her left tit before squaring up and firming his aim. The blow he struck was harder than the first. Jasmine screamed with pain and when she was returned to upright, her face was wet with tears and distorted with sobbing. Several of the men went forward to feel the raised welts and fondle the tits which were now getting hot like her ass had done. The third man chose to have her upright and struck from the side so that he got both tits with the end flap marking the top of her right breast and the left carrying the line of the crop. After this stroke and the scream that followed it a trickle of pee appeared on Jasmine's thigh. Astorius placed the jug between her legs again and said "Go on let it go. You need to and you will be more comfortable." The round of laughter that happened at the suggestion that she could be comfortable while having her breasts beaten with a riding crop did not seem sadistic and it quieted immediately the stream of yellow piss started to flood into the jug. In the remaining four strokes, Jasmine's breasts were beaten from different angles until they were covered with crop marks, swollen, coloured and distorted in shape. When she was released from the cross her legs were so shaky that she could not stand unaided. The men took turns in supporting her while gently fondling her bruised ass and tits. They all relaxed while Astorius explained that Jasmine's cunt, which had so far received no attention, was going to be the focus of the following two stages of the ceremony. Each of the men had a drink while they listened, but when Jasmine indicated that she was thirsty too Astorius poured her a glass from the jug. She just stared in amazement at the glass of her own piss. Nobody commented, but after a few seconds pause a man took the glass from her hand and replaced it with his glass of wine. He raised her glass to his lips and drank it down completely to a round of applause from the others. The leather flogger was passed around the men for them to feel its weight, test its strike against their hands or simply admire it while they imagined what they were going to do next. Astorius placed Jasmine on her back on the whipping bench before securing her waist and then fixing a spreader bar to her ankles and securing her legs above her shoulders. Her bald, pink cunt was displayed to perfection and ready for the attention it was about to receive. Her head hung down at the end of the bench so that her mouth was accessible. After a few words recounting the importance of the numbers and the magical significance of the seven scourging strokes which would protect the eighteen year old vulva from the ravages of the beast, Astorius noted that the worrying hour of six-o-clock was approaching. As the clock began to strike the hour the first man raised his arm and brought the flogger down onto Jasmine's splayed pussy. He paused for a moment to look at his handiwork before approaching and kissing the reddened cunt lips. The flogger was passed to the next man who also stopped for a kiss and lick after he had whipped her. Remembering the ass he had served earlier he allowed his tongue to run down and enter the still gaping hole. The mixture of sensations for Jasmine were causing her head to swirl. Numbers As the remaining five strokes were administered Jasmine screamed, cried and sobbed while her cunt changed from its normal pretty pink to a mess of red, blue and purple stripes. Her cunt lips were swollen to two or three times their normal size and they glistened with the saliva of her tormentors as well as her natural juices. With only one stage to go and forty minutes left of the allotted time Astorius suggested that they should move on immediately to penetrate the punished pussy and provide the protection of the seven shaftings. Thanks to the wonder of Viagra and their continuing excitement, one or two of the men were already stiff despite their great age and the fact that they had already cum twice. This did not stop the first of them from giving Jasmine's throat some thrusting for a couple of minutes before moving to her hot and damaged cunt. He put his spit spattered prick to the opening and thrust straight in to the hilt. Before she finished uttering a little cry of pain the second prick was in her mouth and her pussy was getting a hard pounding. As with the ass fucking, they cycled round between her cunt and mouth. Each one shooting what little cum he had left into her mouth or throat after fucking her hot, swollen cunt until the point of ejaculation. When it came to the turn of the man in the wheelchair he had been so energised by the events and the Viagra he was able to struggle to his feet with a supporter on either side of him. First they positioned him at Jasmine's face where he got to a respectable stiffness with her sucking, They walked him round to the other end and he enjoyed the hot cunt for more than ten minutes before returning to shoot into her mouth. As soon as he was placed back in his chair he fell into the deepest and most pleasant sleep he had enjoyed in many years. With some careful management the last guy held off to shoot his load down Jasmine's throat just as the clock began to strike seven. Astorius released Jasmine from the bench and helped her to stand on her shaky legs. In accordance with her coaching, Jasmine dropped to her knees before the group of old men and thanked them profusely for giving up four hours of their time to take her safely through this most important day of her life. They all muttered how happy they were to do it and how lovely she was as they wished her well for the future and hoped to meet her again. With the ceremonies complete, the men got dressed and left. Astorius picked up Jasmine and carried her to a couch in a side room. As she passed the drinks table she noticed that her piss jug was empty. Having laid her gently on the couch Astorius explained that she need have no more fear of the treble six because she had given herself so fully and completely to today's proceedings. She was now well placed on the road to adulthood which would be complete when she attained her twenty first birthday. This was, of course, the treble seven. Three times fortuitous. The period between now and the twenty first birthday was one of careful guidance and tutelage. This was where his age of fifty four was significant. It was the divine three multiplied by the danger of the treble six which gave him the authority to lead her through the maturing period. He explained that she would see him every seventh day for the whole of those three years and at each of her meetings she would offer him her three holes. Stroking her swollen breast he picked up a tube of strawberry lube and told her to turn onto her tummy. Numbers I could hear the excited voices ringing out through my hazy brain, "Three"," Four"," I'm number five". The numbers kept going higher. How had I gotten into this mess? High School had been a flurry of parties and goofing off. California school standards were a joke. I slid by on my good looks and reputation as a party girl, knowing I could have fun in high school but dreading going off to college. They probably would want me to actually work, I had thought. Yeah, I'd been with a few guys, well, more than a few I guess. It was just so fun and I had a body that seemed to constantly betray me. Oh, I wanted to stop, tell them no. And I did, more times than I could count. But, I guess my reputation was such that they just kept going: plowing through my objections no matter how vehement. And then that tickle, deep inside would begin to consume me. My breathing would become faster, my face flushing as reason fled my mind. Sleeping with my math and chemistry teachers weren't things I was particularly proud of, but it got me through graduation. Well, in college, I'd turn over a new leaf. Daddy was a Judge and I was expected to go to law school and join the family firm with my brothers That time after the homecoming dance flashed through my mind. Neil, the star forward on our basketball team, had invited me to his house since his parents were out of town. Having lusted after him for months, I readily agreed. Upon arriving, I had been shocked that the other four starters were already at his house. Feeling a little apprehensive, well, maybe a lot apprehensive, I explained to Neil that I wanted him but didn't want an audience. Neil tried to calm me down by saying they were just leaving after they had a drink from his dad's liquor cabinet. A couple of drinks later and I was really getting into the mood, joking and laughing with the guys. Neil was sitting next to me on the couch and turned my head to his and kissed me softly on my lips. I eagerly answered back, gnawing on his lips and, feeling no pain, I abandoned myself to the sensation of his tongue dueling with mine and his massive hands rubbing up and down my back, cupping my squirming ass as I rolled onto him. Forgetting about the other guys in the room, I didn't object as he quickly stripped my clothes off and began to gently stroke my freshly shaven mound Humping desperately into his hand, I was jarred from my reverie by the other guys in the room. "Second", " Third", " Fourth", "I guess I'm last" Their laughter tore through my brain as Neil skewered me with his formidable weapon. ,I don't know how long he lasted, I do know it was two orgasms worth before he rolled off me. Unceremoniously, my legs were bent over my head, my ankles touching my ears as another shaft found its mark. Number two rammed himself into me as though fucking was going to be outlawed tomorrow. I had been ridden before but this was a whole new experience. Moaning, screaming, drooling as he pounded me incessantly, I went someplace far, far away. I awoke to another guy fucking me softly, slowly and Oh My God soooo deeply. His shaft kissed my cervix repeatedly as I opened up for him more and more. He erupted inside me flooding me with his warmth as I came around his still squirting cock. I was truly gone as the last two guys worked me over. Adam, the fourth guy wanted my ass and he wasn't to be denied, splitting me like a ripe peach as I screamed out for God to save me from this inhuman violation. God didn't come to my rescue but Adam's technique did. Soon, I was groaning into the carpet begging him to take me back there and he obliged. Laughing, Adam rolled onto his back while keeping me impaled. I was on my back, lying on Adam as my legs were hoisted skyward. Number Five plunged home and I screamed at the invasion. He was the size of a can of Red Bull and combined with the shaft fucking my ass, I didn't have any room left in my abused body. My screams bounced off the walls as they began to rhythmically drive me insane. I'd like to say we came together, but I passed out and they took their pleasure in my limp body. Cocks painfully being dragging out of my abused ass and pussy brought me to my senses. The voices rang out, bringing me back to the present:" Six", "Pencil me in for lucky number seven". This was my first real college party and I could tell I was in way over my head. It was at the Sig Ep house and there were supposed to be lots of cute guys and at least four or five girls. Well, Looks like the guys got the message but the girls didn't. I'd had a few drinks and they were going straight to my head. Lying on the couch, I had one guy on each side of me and one rubbing my feet. I didn't like where this was heading but this was the first time somebody was actually kissing my toes. He would take them in his mouth and lick all around them as he rubbed my insoles. God, what a turn on. "Eight", "Nine" The guy on my right was nibbling my neck and then my ear, his tongue darting in and out and, as I turned towards him, he kissed me full on the lips, taking my breath away. The animal power radiating from him was overwhelming. His beard scratching my face as he pressed his advantage, I groaned into his mouth as we dueled with our tongues. I broke the kiss only to be turned to the guy on my left. His lips pressed against mine as I felt hands slipping inside my shirt to caress my satin covered mounds. Not to be outdone, the guy working on my feet had started going higher on my legs kissing and teasing with little bites and nibbles as he reached the no mans land between my thigh high stockings and my panty covered treasure. "Ten", "Eleven" "No, no, I can't" I lamented. THAT didn't work very well. My suitors on either side had each grabbed a leg and I was spreadout like a five dollar buffet in Vegas. When his lips reached that secret spot, I arched my mound towards him begging for more. He didn't disappoint. Now, like I said, I'm not a virgin; but what this guy did with his tongue was mindblowing. I was humping uncontrollably as he sucked noisily. He pulled his head back and exclaimed: "She's ready" My mind was reeling as I looked down between my legs and my tormentor stood up and moved aside. Taking his place was a face that I recognized. My math teacher from High School. "That's right sweetheart, I'm a Sig Ep too, I told everyone just how willing you were to get good grades. You'll find out that the Dean of the college is a Sig Ep. I don't think you'll have any problems", as he slipped himself inside me. "No sense disappointing the Judge is there?" I groaned in arousal, humiliation, and just plain surprise as I realized that college was going to be pretty much like high school. Just bigger numbers. "Twelve", "Thirteen"