Hard Lesson Learned at College

Sarah had only been in college for a month when she heard about the party. She'd never been to a college party below; to be fair, she really hadn't been to a high school party. The occasional sleepover with her friends didn't seem to count. But this was going to be a real party, held at a fraternity house. She was excited - would it be like the movies?

Sarah had kept to herself in college so far, focusing on studying and her grades. Classes were definitely harder than they were in high school, so she didn't waste time with a social life. She had a roommate, of course, but she barely spoke to her. Still, she saw the flyer on the wall in the Student Center - a Friday night party to be held at Rho Lambda Gamma, with "FRESHMEN WELCOME" written in bold print across the bottom. The fraternity was inviting her, a freshman, to a party! The flyer somehow spoke to her, piqued her interest, and made her want to go more than anything.

That Friday, she found herself walking up to Rho Lambda Gamma, wearing a knee-length flowery skirt, and a chaste white button up blouse. Most unusual for her, she wore her one-inch heels - her tallest - in an effort to impress. She had even considered makeup, but the reality was she didn't own any, and wouldn't really know how to use it even if she had bought some. She looked every bit of a young naive girl out of her depth, but she felt absolutely slutty in her skirt and heels. She knocked on the door, and found an athletic man opening it. Probably an athlete from his build, she thought. "Come on in, you look perfect!" he said.

Walking in, Sarah surveyed room after room. The smaller rooms seemed to be occupied by couples, sitting on loveseats or couches. Some were drinking and talking, while others were kissing each other. The big room, however, was where most people were hanging out in assorted groups. It seemed the most socially appropriate place to be alone, and Sarah didn't have the confidence to approach anyone, so she found an empty sofa and sat on it, wondering what she should do next.

She wasn't there long before a tall slender woman in a Little Black Dress plopped heavily next to her. Before saying a word, she handed a pink fruity looking drink into Sarah's hand.

"Hi! I'm Beth! You look like you could use a drink!" Sarah nodded meekly, unsure of what to do. "What's your name?"

"I'm ... Sarah. I'm new here."

"Obviously! Go on, take a drink. It'll help." Sarah obliged, taking a sip from the glass. She had almost no experience with alcohol, but she could taste the unfamiliar tang around the fruity flavors. "You don't really look like the kind of girl that comes to parties like this one."

"Like this one?" Sarah was confused.

Beth giggled a little. "Rho Lambda Gamma parties can get a little wild. Sexually, I mean. If you stay here, you're going to see some things I doubt you've seen before." Sarah stiffened, and held her drink out away from her. "No, no, baby, don't worry, it's clean. There's just one shot of vodka in there, nothing more. In a way, the Rho parties are safe - they won't tolerate anything nonconsensual. They'll even kick anyone out, boy or girl, if they appear to be drunk. But later, when the games start... Let's just say I don't think you should stay for that part."

Sarah considered this for a bit. She'd come here to see just how wild the parties really were, hadn't she? She was eighteen, for crying out loud. She could make her own decisions. "Surely there's no harm in watching," she finally responded.

"Not in watching, no. But, I mean... You look like a virgin, for crying out loud." Sarah looked down at her drink, and Beth laughed. "Okay, so you are a virgin! There's no shame in that, honestly. But there are two things you need to know. The first is the fraternity doesn't want to get kicked off of campus, so there's really good about consent. If you say you want to leave, they'll stop and let you leave, no questions asked. Second, when they pull numbers, if they pull your number -- just say you want to leave. Trust me on this one; you're not ready for what comes after that."

Sarah was confused. Numbers? What was Beth talking about? Before she could ask for clarification, someone came by and pressed a piece of paper into her hand. She noticed Beth get one as well. Opening the paper, all it said was "36." Somehow she was surprised it wasn't sixty nine.

"What's this about, then? What's going to happen?" She looked at Beth for guidance, but before she got a response, the man who gave her the paper started shouting to get everyone's attention.

"Ladies and gentlemen, it's time to start the games for the evening. Has everyone gotten a slip?" He paused briefly, but there was no response. "Great! For anyone who is new here, everything that happens from this point on is consensual. If you're easily offended, please leave now. If you don't like what's going on, feel free to leave at any point. If you feel like you're being pressured to do something you don't want to do, just say that you want to leave, and you can leave. But if you stay, you're going to get a great show... or be a great show!"

Sarah listened raptly. She'd never really been interested in porn before, but this sounded... exciting. She wanted to see how wild a frat party could get, and it seemed as if she was going to get her wish. The speaker continued.

"Our first game tonight is the seven minute rodeo! And our first contestant will be... " He reached into a bucket and swished around inside, finally pulling out a slip of paper. "Number seven! Lucky number seven, come on up!"

A large, athletic man walked to the center of the room to cheers all around. Sarah couldn't be certain, but she thought he might have been the same man who opened the door for her. Beth whispered in her ear "Oh this will be good. He's undefeated."

"Undefeated? What does that mean?"

"Shh! Just watch!"

The announcer switched to another bucket and began shouting again. "And let's see who else will be playing in this game. It will be... Thirty six! Number thirty six, come on up!"

Sarah's heart dropped. Thirty six. That was her. She started to stand up when Beth grabbed her shoulder. "Seriously, you're allowed to leave. Go. Just walk away."

Sarah hesitated. She'd never done anything like this before. She'd never wanted to do anything like this before. But she didn't want to earn a reputation as a stick in the mud. And she did want to know what happened at these parties. And they did say she could leave at any time. She stood up and slowly walked to the center of the room, barely noticing the cheers as she did so.

The announcer positioned her next to number seven. "Alright, a quick reminder of the rules... Rule Number One, if she asks to leave, let her leave. Rule Number Two, you have seven minutes. Rule Number Three, there are only two rules!"

Number Seven took Sarah's hand and led her to what looked like a closet. The door was opened, and it was completely empty, with just enough room for two people. He stepped in, pulling her along behind him. The door was shut, and she could hear the announcer outside declare that time had started. Inside, it was pitch black, except for a tiny line of light outlining the door.

"So, um, what's this about then?" she asked.

"Oh, it's a simple game. I've got seven minutes to get you to beg me to fuck you. That's it."

Sarah stiffened. She wasn't ready for that. She definitely didn't want to lose her virginity at a frat party. "That's not going to happen, sorry. Hope you don't lose much if you fail."

Number Seven laughed. "No problem. Then it's just Seven Minutes in Heaven for you."

Sarah had heard of Seven Minutes in Heaven before. Seven minutes to kiss, and maybe touch just a little. She could ask to leave at any time. It sounded safe, and might let her experiment a bit. But she wasn't going to give up her virginity here. Not here, not tonight.

"Alright, but if I say I want to leave, you have to let me leave."

"Of course."

Number Seven took her by the shoulders, and turned her to face away from him. She was surprised, expecting him to kiss her, but this seemed safe enough. Facing away from the door, she couldn't see a thing, and her other senses heightened. She could hear the people outside, listening quietly. And she felt her hair being moved aside, exposing her neck. And then his lips, gently kissing her on the neck.

Sarah immediately felt weak in the knees. She'd never been kissed before, except for her parents kissing her on the cheek or forehead. This was ... amazing! She could feel her nipples stiffening, her panties moistening. She'd never felt so alive before! She unconsciously moved slightly back, bringing her body touching to his. She felt his hands wrap around her stomach, holding her close.

His lips moved around her neck, and she arched her head over to give him room. The feeling was electric, and she didn't want it to stop. His kisses moved up to her ear, sucking in her earlobe and massaging it with his tongue. She felt dirty, but also somehow pure, like she was doing something very natural and real.

She stiffened slightly as she felt his hands moving up her body to her chest. One hand cupping each of her small breasts through her blouse. This was a lot. She could leave. She could stop it right now by asking to leave. But then the kissing would stop, and she didn't want that...

"It's okay," Number Seven whispered into her ear. "Just enjoy the feeling, you don't need to do anything. Just ride it out." And then the kissing resumed. The sweet exquisite kissing that was melting her from the inside.

Sarah hardly noticed when Number Seven's hands went from holding her breasts to gently fondling them. Kneading them slowly, imperceptibly at first, but increasingly incessantly. His nimble fingers found her stiff nipples through the blouse and the bra, and he toyed with them.

"You like that?" he whispered quietly.

"Mmmmm" was all Sarah could respond.

"Hang tight, this will make it feel better."

Better? Sarah couldn't imagine how it could feel better, but she felt his hands leave her chest. Then she felt the tugging of the buttons being undone, starting at the top.

"I... I don't know..." she whispered. "I've never..."

"Never?" Number Seven inquired.

"Never. I don't want..."

"Shhh... It'll be fine. It's safe. If you want me to stop, just say you want to leave. Until then, enjoy the feeling. I know how to make it feel good." And he did! With the last button undone, his hands slipped inside her blouse. Her thin bra did little to prevent her from feeling every touch, and it allowed him to feel exactly how hard her nipples had become. She melted back into his body as his fingers continued to explore her.

As she closed her eyes and fell into the sensation, she felt one of his hands move down lower across her belly. She stiffened, but didn't say anything this time. Would she let him? She thought about what she should do, but took too long thinking. Before she reached a conclusion, his hand slipped over her skirt and cupped her groin through the material. She could feel her own wetness, soaking into her panties, as he pressed his palm against her.

"Oh god..." she said. Did she say that loud enough that the party goers outside heard her? She panicked briefly, but Number Seven didn't stop. It must have been quiet or he would have said something.

The hand left her crotch, and she instinctively moved her hips forward to find it again. She wondered where it had gone, until she felt it again. On her side, where the buckles holding her skirt up were. He deftly unbuckled them, and she felt his body pull away momentarily. Her skirt fell to the floor, pooled around her feet. This was getting out of hand quickly, but it felt so good...

The hand returned to her crotch, this time separated from her pussy only by her panties. It came back as before, with his palm, but that was soon replaced by his fingers exploring her. Her pussy damped as he ran his fingers along her slit, pressing the fabric slightly inside her. Then her breath quickened as his finger rubbed the hood over her clit through the fabric.

Sarah wasn't a complete prude; she had masturbated before. But it never felt like this! This was different. More raw, more feral, more real, more intense. It was like nothing she had ever felt before, and she didn't want it to stop! Yet the finger pulled away from her pussy, and the hand on her breast let go. The kissing stopped on her neck.

"No, don't stop!" she whispered.

"You want more?" Number Seven asked. In the dark, she could hear his smirk. His contemptuous smile.

"Yes. More."

"Beg for it."

Sarah paused. Begging? She was above that, surely. But she wanted him to continue so badly... "Please... please touch me."

"No, beg harder than that, slut. Convince me that you need it."

Slut? She wasn't a slut! She was a virgin, for crying out loud! But if that's what she had to do to get more of his touch... "Please touch me! Rub my slutty cunt! Grab my tits! Use my body!" She didn't know where the words came from, but they flowed from some deep part of her that she'd never seen before. And they flowed loudly. She tried to ignore the giggles from outside the closet. They had heard her.

"Good enough slut."

His hands returned, especially the one that was melting her by rubbing her clit through her panties. As her body leaned back on his again, he carefully pulled the side of her panties away from her and touched her pussy with his bare finger. Her hand shot down instinctively and grabbed his wrist.

"No, none of that slut" he growled in her ear.

"Please... I've never..." she whined.

"I know that. Do you want to leave?"

Sarah hesitated. "... no."

"Then shut the fuck up. I'm going to make sure your hands stay out of the way." He quickly grabbed her blouse and pulled it down around her arms, pulling them tight behind her back. She couldn't tell exactly what he was doing, but she could tell her wrists were being tied back and she couldn't move them.

"Now your hands won't be stopping me from giving you the pleasure you crave, slut." His tying done, he moved up to remove her bra. She took in a sharp breath as he deftly unhooked the rear, and soon she was wearing nothing but her panties and shoes.

"Please..." she whimpered.

"Please what, slut? What do you want?"

Sarah didn't know, and didn't respond. His hands returned to her nipple and pussy, and she melted once more. This time when he pushed the panties to the side, she didn't resist. His finger entered her, and she could feel just how flooded her cunt had become. Her hips bucked forward, trying to get his finger deeper.

Instead of moving deeper, the finger retracted, and she felt his hands grab the sides of her panties. She didn't resist at all as he pulled them down, letting go mid-thigh when they were loose enough to fall to the floor unaided. Like that, she was naked in a closet with a stranger, hornier than she'd ever been, with her hands tied behind her back. How did she end up here?

Number Seven attacked her cunt with gusto this time. His lips continued to kiss and suck on her neck, undoubtedly leaving a hickey, but his hands... His hands! One hand thrust inside her like a warm soft dildo, while the other rubbed her clit. She could feel her orgasm approaching... 'Oh my god,' she thought, 'I'm going to cum in front of him!'

He pushed her closer and closer, as she moaned for him. She knew they could hear her outside, but she had stopped caring. She just needed to cum. And just as she was about to cum, he pulled his hands away.

"No, don't stop! I was almost there!"

Number Seven laughed. "Don't worry, slut, you'll get an opportunity to cum. But I'm going to toy with you first."

Sarah moaned, but didn't know what else she could do. She didn't want to leave. She wanted to cum! She needed to cum!

He turned her to face the door. "Go on, be loud. Let them all hear what a slut you are."

His hands resumed their assault on her body, and her voice complied. "Oh god yes! Touch me! Make me cum!" She practically screamed out at the door, knowing they could hear her, but she needed his touch.

"Beg for it, bitch. Beg hard. Tell me how bad you want it." His fingers toyed with her, keeping her on the edge of an orgasm, but not quite enough to push her over.

"God, please! Just let me cum! I need to cum!"

"Go on, you know what I want. Say it. Shout it loud enough for them all to hear."

Sarah suddenly realized what the game was. Seven Minute Rodeo. Seven minutes to break a girl. To make her beg to be fucked. She never should have gone into this closet. Beth was right. And yet... she needed to cum now. Needed it so badly... His fingers continued to tease and torment her cunt, and she broke.

"Fuck me! I want you to fuck me! I want to cum on your cock! Just let me cum, dammit!"

The door opened, and Sarah was blinded by the sudden light. And the flashes of dozens of cellphone cameras. Number Seven pulled his hands away, leaving her fully exposed, naked, to everyone's view. She looked around and saw Beth, filming her humiliation on her phone. "Sorry," Beth silently mouthed.

Sarah felt her hair being roughly pulled back by Number Seven, and she looked him in the eyes.

"Listen, slut, I'm going to fuck you. And you're going to cum on my cock. And anyone here who wants to watch can watch. Do you understand?"

"Yes Sir," Sarah heard herself whisper.

"Louder, slut."

"Yes Sir!" she shouted.

"But here's the catch. You've got to earn my cock, and your orgasm. Do you understand?"

"Yes Sir!" Sarah couldn't believe she was doing this, but she couldn't stop herself.

"Before you get my cock, and your orgasm, you have to prove you're worthy. You're going to have to suck off any of my frat brothers who want to blow their loads down your throat. Do you understand me, slut?"

"Yes Sir!" Sarah shouted, but internally her mind raced. Why did she just agree to that? And with so many people filming her?

The announcer from before tossed a pillow on the floor in the center of the room, and Number Seven pushed her coldly towards it. Humiliated but aroused, she dropped to her knees on the pillow, and watched as a man walked in front of her and began unzipping his pants. She knew this would be the first of many, and she opened her mouth to continue her college education.