Katie

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The party at the sorority house was imminent. As I wanted to make an impression, I made sure to look my best. I showered and shaved. When girls get together like this, any imperfection or slip is cause to be catty. That's something I didn't need, so I tended to my grooming like it was the most important task on the planet.

Perfume. Something light, but potent enough to catch attention. Clothes. Tight, but not too provocative. Mom always encouraged me to show off when it came to dressing for parties. "You know you've got this body now. Why not take advantage of it?" So, I chose carefully. Long skirt that hugged my hips like the curve on an hourglass. Only difference was that this had a slit up the side so you could see my legs and the heels they stood on. My top was a pullover with a scoop neck, so my cleavage stood out. Ordinarily, that wouldn't be much, but a good push-up bra will solve most cleavage problems. Finally, I pulled on a light sweater that buttoned at the top right at the edge of my top. You know what I'm talking about. The kind of sweater that, which it looks kind of plain, screams, "Hey, look at my breasts!"

I'd actually passed on rushing a sorority last year. Didn't think I'd be into it, but this year was different. All the girls here were fantastic and didn't seem to have the same hang- ups the others did. Of course, knowing that, my fear that everyone would be catty sounds kind of strange. just 'cause you're paranoid doesn't mean they're NOT out to get you.

So, I made the rounds and made sure to say hello to all of the 'sisters'. Once I figured I could do no more schmoozing, I hit the dance floor. Hot, sweaty, grinding bodies were all around. Since there were very few guys around, no one had to worry about drunken fools with hard-ons. We danced and didn't care who saw.

That's when I saw Tony. Her name was actually Antoinette, but she got tired of people asking if her first name was Marie (Get it? Marie-Antoinette?). So, Tony it was. Honestly, "Tony" suited her just fine. She tried to be as femme as her very masculine body would allow. She wore soft colors and materials and shopped with the best of them, but with her broader shoulders and wide hands, she had this almost boyish charm. She was so cute, and I loved being around her.

"Katie!"

"Tony!"

We hugged and kissed each other's cheeks. She whisked me off the dance floor to the kitchen where we could talk. There she pointed out all of the bigwigs of the sorority. Local presidents. Regional people. I was impressed.

Soon, we started gossiping about others at the party. I mentioned that I'd seen a freshman from my dorm making out with the house bull dyke. "Oh, yeah," Tony said, "did you know she hasn't always been like that?"

"What?" I replied, "making out with freshman girls or a bull-dyke?"

Tony smiled, "Bull-dyke. She's been making out with girls forever." Then, Tony got a mischievous grin. "Come here." She grabbed my hand and dragged me upstairs.

Up there, Tony led me through the maze of halls. I hoped to live there one day myself, but was content to see glimpses into girls' rooms. People making out. Tony in her cotton pullover top and trousers.

Finally, we reached Tony's room. It was kind of small, but it was nice. As Tony rummaged around in her collection of books, I looked at her dresser mirror to make sure I was still presentable. Hair still neat. if slightly tussled. Make-up a little moist from sweat, but still good. I reached into my handbag and pulled out my lipstick. just to freshen up.

"Got it!" Tony pulled out a yearbook from a couple of years ago. "My freshman yearbook." She carried it over and placed it on the dresser in front of me. "There!" She pointed to a specific picture. It was the bull dyke - looking VERY femme! "She was just starting to come out - of her shell too." Tony stood behind me looking over my shoulder. I could feel the heat behind me. Her body radiating energy. Her voice echoing inside my mind and caressing every synapse.

Then, her hand touched my elbow.

I looked at her in the mirror. "You look a little hot. Would you like to take your sweater off?" I nodded. She reached up to undo the single clasp keeping my sweater around my neck. Slowly, she pulled it off my shoulders and folded it nicely and placed it next to the bed.

I stood at the mirror waiting for her to come back. She did and took station behind me again. Once more, hand son my elbows. Every pore tightened. Goose bumps spread like wildfire. I leaned back to let her know.

My ass pressed against her waist. At that instant, I knew why she was wearing pants. Usually for these events, she called to see what I was wearing. Casual? She wore casual. Dressy? She wore dressy. But, considering what I was wearing, she knew her harness and girl-cock would look a little strange under a long skirt.

I reached back to place my hands on her hips and pull them closer. She caressed my bare arms and slid down to wrap those arms around my waist and up my belly to my breasts. My nipples, which had been screaming for so long, made me yelp when I felt her powerful hands squeeze them. I was so hot.

As much as I enjoyed the physical sensations of Tony's hands on me or her hips grinding against mine, I was lost in the fragrances of the room. The sexual tension was palpable. My perfume pulled her closer and fanned her lust. Her scent drove me insane. As strange as it sounds, I knew it was just soap, water and this moisturizer she bought at the mall. But I've rarely smelled a person as erotic as she was that night. I wanted to eat her alive.

Reaching back, I nuzzled my mouth against her neck and drew in that erotic fragrance. The more I breathed, the more insatiable I got. I opened my mouth to kiss her neck and just sucked her flesh between my lips.

I'm not sure what happened next. All I can tell you is that I was lost. I was hopeless. I wanted this girl more than anyone I'd ever been close to. So, imagine my surprise when I looked back to the mirror to see my breasts pulled out of my top as Tony slowly caressed them. Teasingly caressed them.

So, I decided to tease her and reached back to unzip her pants. Reaching in, I found her harness, girl-cock and slipped between her legs to stroke her pussy. Wet. She was wet and slick. She was ready.

The warm glow I felt told me that I was too.

As I undid her trousers, Tony undid my skirt. Kicking those aside, I turned around to face her and kissed her full, wet lips like they would keep me alive through the night. Arms encircled us. We fly off and landed deeper in the land of sex and lust. Flesh. All I wanted was her flesh against mine. We were both bottomless. Almost there.

Tony's girl-cock stuck out against my belly. She tried to push it down to rub against my pussy and my clit. If I'd been up for that, it would have worked. There was something I wanted more.

"Bad girl!" I screamed between kisses. "Trying to stick your cock inside of me so soon."

"You don't want me to?"

"Oh," I smiled, "I do. but I want to see your tits first." I pulled up her top unceremoniously and she let me remove it, but she covered herself. With some encouragement, she let me see them. Considering her frame, they were fantastic. Fat tear drops with half-inch nipples that I'd die for. I immediately alleviated her concerns about her breasts by attacking them like a hungry toddler - or a girl in need of a good fucking.

Breathing quick. We viscously attacked each other. Scrapes. Scratches. I don't know what went on. All I know is that I was out of control until Tony took charge.

Content to stand there with Tony's string leg between my thighs and her fat nipples between my lips, I suddenly found myself back in front of the mirror naked with Tony, naked, behind me. Her feet pulled mine apart and her strong hands urged me to lean forward. I did as she asked. I knew what to expect. It was what I wanted.

Her hand guided the head of the cock to the gaping opening of my pussy. When I'm hot and ready, I can't hide it. I open for anything and anyone (within reason). Whether or not I let them in is something else.

And I was letting Tony in. No question. But I had a few tricks up my sleeve.

The head parted my flesh like a cop through a crowd of drunken partygoers. Forceful. Confident. I couldn't resist if I wanted to. Slowly, I felt my pussy fill up. My muscles stretch. My sex screamed. Every breath was an erotic act. Every moment laced with sexual energy.

Empty as she slowly withdrew, I screamed as she thrust against. Full. More. Her hands against my back. Using my hips like handles to pull me closer and harder. Seeing Tony fuck me from behind, I loved every inch of her. I wanted every inch of her. I wanted her to cum inside of me.

That's when I smiled.

"Tony, did you put on a condom?"

"Huh?"

"Condom. Did you put one on your cock?"

Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.

"No. Why?"

I labored to breathe. Form the thought. Say it. Don't focus on the sex. for a minute. "Well, don't cum inside of me, baby. Pull out when you cum."

The look on her face said, "Get to the fucking point."

"I'm not using anything and I don't want to get pregnant."

It took a minute, but she knew what I was doing. "Fuck that, Katie." Thrust. She had new vigor. New energy. New strength.

She pulled out, stood up and pushed me back on the bed and then mounted me again. This time, however, I loved being able to suck on her tits as she thrust into my sex. Fucked me speechless. Finally, she pulled my hair back so I was forced to listen to her.

"I don't fuck just anyone, little girl. I fuck those that deserve it. You in your little skirts and your tops prancing around here all rush. You deserve a good fucking. And that fucking includes me cumming in your pussy."

In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. In. Out.

"Lots of cum, Katie. Lots of thick, potent girl-cum flooding your pussy, Katherine." Hot, wet. Streams of white. Oozing. Slick. Fertile. "And, if I knock you up, Katherine, and I will, we'll go to your parents and I'll tell them it was me. I'll tell them you begged me for it. I 'll let them know that their proper, little girl begged to carry this fierce bitch's baby." Mom. Dad. Tony. Me. Maternity. Labor. "So, say it, Katherine. Say you want my baby. Say you need me to make you pregnant. Say it, because you're going to be whether you want to or not, and I rather you liked it and wanted more." Tony. Baby at breast. Tony at breast. More cum. More babies. "Say it. Say you want my baby, Katherine. Say you're a dyke and you want this dyke's baby."

"Yes, I want it. I want you to cum inside of me and give me your baby. Flood your seed inside of me. So, I can tell everyone I'm your slut and the mother of your babies. Make me proud. Make me a mommy. Make me pregnant, Tony. Cum. Cum. Cum."

Bang. Bang. Bang. Every thrust sounded like thunder. Every thrust felt like the ground shook. And then,.

Bliss.

Tony stayed on top of me with my legs wrapped around her for the next five or ten minutes. She whispered in my ears what I knew from biology. That with my hips angled up, her seed was swimming to make me the mommy I always wanted to be. That the baby would be a beautiful girl that would have the appetites as her mother and, for lack of a better word, 'father'. We'd be a house of women that loved women. And Tony wanted to make that house grow.

I just lay back and listened. The more she talked. The more excited I became. The more excited I became the more I orgasmed. The more I came, the more I knew, in my orgasm induced fantasy, she was right.

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