My Black Fraternity
I had visited many of the fraternities on campus, with great success, I must say. I would visit one fraternity for a few months, and then go to another. Some houses were very nice to me, others were just jerks. I didn’t go back to those houses.
One day I was walking past the Black’s fraternity. Now back then we didn’t call them that. They were “Colored” or “Negros." I’ll just stick with Black. I never cared what they were called. They bled red, and their cum was white. That’s all I cared about.
Some of the brothers were sitting in chairs outside the house, so I thought I would say hello to them. Right off the bat, I noticed a difference. The white fraternity brothers would catcall the girls that walked by. When I walked up to the black brothers, they stood up, took off their hats and said, “Hello, Miss, can we help you?” Remember, this is 1960. Blacks were treated very badly if they had a relationship with a white woman.
I asked if I could speak to the brother in charge of entertainment. So they took me inside and introduced me to this very handsome brother. His name was Ty. I told him who I was and he said, “Miss Lila, we never expected you to come dance (“dance” being a euphemism for what I really did) for us.” I was surprised, “You’ve heard of me?” “Oh yes,” he said, “We always hoped you would like to come by and dance for us, but we were afraid to ask.” I said, “I’ve been busy, but I would love to, ummm, dance for you and your brothers,” my eyes shifting to the ground. I asked him when he thought I could and he said, “Could you come over Saturday, around 9 PM?” I said, “I’d love to.” I explained my fee, and he said that would be no problem.
My pussy buzzed from then until Saturday night. I had no idea what to expect. When I arrived at the house, I was wearing a white wool sweater that showed my Hershey Kiss shaped nipples really well, a nice white skirt that flew up really easily when I twirled, anklet socks, and black Mary Jane shoes. The overall look was of a pure, young, shy teen.
When I arrived, I was met at the door. I had arrived early, so Ty took me through the house, and introduced me around. I think he was letting them see me as a normal person. The house was very nice and clean, with beautiful pictures on the walls. The brothers would say, “Good evening, Miss Lila,” and “Welcome to our house, Miss Lila.” I was impressed.
They took me down to the party room at 9 and I saw a small stage set up in the middle, and I also saw a mattress nearby on the floor with a clean tarp on it. I thought, “Smart, easier to clean.”
Music began playing and I started to move to it. The brothers were all around the stage, maybe 20 of them, and I would spin and move among them, gently rubbing my hands on one, then another, in a general tease to get the fellas worked up. The first thing to come off was the skirt. I stepped out of it, kicked it to a brother and asked for someone to put me on stage. A very strong man picked me up like I was weightless and set me on the stage. I then pulled my sweater down to hide my pussy and I would dance and give them glimpses of my ass and cunt. Great cheers arose when I took off my sweater.
I danced awhile, and figured, “Let’s get this party started.” I saw the strong man by the stage, so I asked him to come up with me. He was about six feet, but very muscular. He jumped on the stage and I started moving around him, and caressing his head, and neck. I stayed away from his crotch. Finally, I got in front of him, unbuckled his belt, pulled down his zipper, and yanked his pants down. Jesus H. Tap Dancing Christ! This slab of meat came out and slapped me in the face. He was a black Uncle John. Thick as a boa constrictor and a little over a foot long, I thought, “I had to start with this?”
After it slapped me, the brothers started laughing. I stood up and whispered in his ear, “Don’t let them hurt me.” He said, “Don’t worry, Lila, no one will hurt you here.” He was right, and I realized if a white woman, even though she put herself in harms way, made a complaint on these fellas, they would be out of school in a heartbeat. It turned out my lover, his name was Roy, was the football team’s half back.
I said to him, “Take me to the mattress, please.” He jumped down, I jumped into his arms, much to the delight of the crowd, and he laid me down on the mattress and stripped. I reached out to him, he came down on me and said, “I’ll be gentle.” I had my hands on both sides of his face, looked him in the eyes, and said, “You better not be.” He smiled, reached down, and fed my pussy that beautiful black shaft. Thank God I was so wet.
It was heaven, pure heaven, as he picked up the pace, my legs up high so everyone could see him driving into me. His thrusts had caused my head to go slightly off the mattress, so I called out, “Is anybody going to put their cock down my throat?” That did it. I soon had hands all over me, and one very nice prick in my mouth. I couldn’t believe it, but I started to cum. I never lost control this early, but the effects of my half back’s huge cock, the others all around me, and the difference in our skin color, all added up to a giant climax.
My football player came with a massive grunt, followed by the fella down my throat. When they pulled out, I jumped up, the guys looking at me hungrily. I pointed to a brother with a big dick, I needed to come down slowly in size after my Uncle John look alike came, and had the brother lie down. I then took my favorite position of straddling him, bent over and saw a good looking guy with a normal cock and said, “I need you in my ass now.”
Half back Roy’s cum was all over so he had no trouble lubing up and driving me home. I then looked around, no one was filling my mouth. “Gentlemen,” I said, “I’m not here for a history lesson, I’m here for you to fuck me. Would someone please put his dick in my mouth? Don’t make me ask again, please.”
That was all it took. There was a constant supply of cocks after that. When the tarp got real wet, someone would pick me up, and they would put me down on a clean tarp. I thought that was very thoughtful. I was really enjoying myself. These fellas were so different. This wasn’t a group of drunken slobs showing off. These were guys that had a hunger to have sex with a woman, and I was lucky enough to be that woman. The last man I gave myself to was the brother that had made the arrangements for me to perform that night, Ty.
They had just put down a clean tarp. I had cleaned myself with a towel, not knowing who was going to take me next, I laid back down. Then Ty came to me, and kissed me. I was glad it was him. I had been looking for him. He wanted to make love to me, not fuck me. I saw all the other brothers that had already had me start to leave. We were alone.
I don’t know if they had a course on making love, but if they did, this man would have received an A+. He was so tender as he went in me, and worked his cock in and out slowly. I swore then that I was going to get him alone and make love to him, not after having twenty of his friends first. He picked up the pace, and what was slow and gentle now had a different tempo, a tempo rising to a hard climax.
He gave me that beautiful cock over and over until I started cumming, and I thought I would pass out. I couldn’t get enough air. I gave as good as I got, pushing my pelvis into him violently, squeezing his cock with all my might. My pussy was going to be sore tomorrow, not from the number of men I had, but from the intensity of this incredible experience.
Then he cried out, loudly. I’m sure the whole house heard him. I couldn’t take it, I came again, holding him tightly, my pussy spasming all around his cock. I could feel that beautiful cock pulsating its cum into me. I had no intention of letting go of him. We held each other, our breathing ragged, until finally, after a very long time, I let him go. He kissed me deeply. he said, “Thank you.” I just said, “You’re welcome.”
He asked if I would like to join the brothers for Sunday dinner. I looked at him, He said, “Just dinner.” I smiled and said, “I’d be honored.” He said, “You’ll be my guest.” I replied, “I’d like that.”
Sunday, I walked to the house, and was treated like I was something special. I had worn a very tasteful dinner dress, with nylons and high heels. I looked pretty good, I must admit.
During dinner, Ty, my sweet lover, got up and said to me, “Miss Lila, on behalf of the brothers of this house, we would like to make you our “Little Sister” with full rights as a member.” I didn’t know what to say. I knew about other girls being Little Sisters in other houses, but I had never been offered it before. This meant I could come and go as I pleased, study in their library, and eat meals with them. I was shocked. I’ve never been much of a crier, but I did have to wipe away a tear as they gave me a plaque.
I took full advantage of my status. I danced once a month for the money, they wouldn’t hear of me reducing the price. Sometimes I would come straight from school. I was a senior at the Catholic high school, so I would come over after school in my cute little uniform. It drove the brothers wild.
They would lift my skirt to see if I was wearing panties. I would say, “Why would I want to slow things down by wearing panties?” They would laugh and laugh. I asked for help with my classes. The brother that tutored me got his choice of going down my throat, or screwing me on their desk, homework flying. It was about 50/50. The chemistry majors got more ass than a toilet seat. I really needed their help, and my grades greatly improved.
When my folks were off traveling, I would have Ty come over and spend the night with me. I always worried that he would get upset with me having sex with all his brothers, but he never did. He always said, “Save the last for me.” I always did.
My favorite times would be when the Alumni would come for Homecoming. Those old guys were crazy! I loved fucking them. They were never in a hurry, like the younger fellas. They would say things like, “Damn, why didn’t we have a pretty Little Sister like this?” The “to fuck” on the end of their statement was understood. I did have a surprise for my brothers one night. Sally came along.
One day I was walking past the Black’s fraternity. Now back then we didn’t call them that. They were “Colored” or “Negros." I’ll just stick with Black. I never cared what they were called. They bled red, and their cum was white. That’s all I cared about.
Some of the brothers were sitting in chairs outside the house, so I thought I would say hello to them. Right off the bat, I noticed a difference. The white fraternity brothers would catcall the girls that walked by. When I walked up to the black brothers, they stood up, took off their hats and said, “Hello, Miss, can we help you?” Remember, this is 1960. Blacks were treated very badly if they had a relationship with a white woman.
I asked if I could speak to the brother in charge of entertainment. So they took me inside and introduced me to this very handsome brother. His name was Ty. I told him who I was and he said, “Miss Lila, we never expected you to come dance (“dance” being a euphemism for what I really did) for us.” I was surprised, “You’ve heard of me?” “Oh yes,” he said, “We always hoped you would like to come by and dance for us, but we were afraid to ask.” I said, “I’ve been busy, but I would love to, ummm, dance for you and your brothers,” my eyes shifting to the ground. I asked him when he thought I could and he said, “Could you come over Saturday, around 9 PM?” I said, “I’d love to.” I explained my fee, and he said that would be no problem.
My pussy buzzed from then until Saturday night. I had no idea what to expect. When I arrived at the house, I was wearing a white wool sweater that showed my Hershey Kiss shaped nipples really well, a nice white skirt that flew up really easily when I twirled, anklet socks, and black Mary Jane shoes. The overall look was of a pure, young, shy teen.
When I arrived, I was met at the door. I had arrived early, so Ty took me through the house, and introduced me around. I think he was letting them see me as a normal person. The house was very nice and clean, with beautiful pictures on the walls. The brothers would say, “Good evening, Miss Lila,” and “Welcome to our house, Miss Lila.” I was impressed.
They took me down to the party room at 9 and I saw a small stage set up in the middle, and I also saw a mattress nearby on the floor with a clean tarp on it. I thought, “Smart, easier to clean.”
Music began playing and I started to move to it. The brothers were all around the stage, maybe 20 of them, and I would spin and move among them, gently rubbing my hands on one, then another, in a general tease to get the fellas worked up. The first thing to come off was the skirt. I stepped out of it, kicked it to a brother and asked for someone to put me on stage. A very strong man picked me up like I was weightless and set me on the stage. I then pulled my sweater down to hide my pussy and I would dance and give them glimpses of my ass and cunt. Great cheers arose when I took off my sweater.
I danced awhile, and figured, “Let’s get this party started.” I saw the strong man by the stage, so I asked him to come up with me. He was about six feet, but very muscular. He jumped on the stage and I started moving around him, and caressing his head, and neck. I stayed away from his crotch. Finally, I got in front of him, unbuckled his belt, pulled down his zipper, and yanked his pants down. Jesus H. Tap Dancing Christ! This slab of meat came out and slapped me in the face. He was a black Uncle John. Thick as a boa constrictor and a little over a foot long, I thought, “I had to start with this?”
After it slapped me, the brothers started laughing. I stood up and whispered in his ear, “Don’t let them hurt me.” He said, “Don’t worry, Lila, no one will hurt you here.” He was right, and I realized if a white woman, even though she put herself in harms way, made a complaint on these fellas, they would be out of school in a heartbeat. It turned out my lover, his name was Roy, was the football team’s half back.
I said to him, “Take me to the mattress, please.” He jumped down, I jumped into his arms, much to the delight of the crowd, and he laid me down on the mattress and stripped. I reached out to him, he came down on me and said, “I’ll be gentle.” I had my hands on both sides of his face, looked him in the eyes, and said, “You better not be.” He smiled, reached down, and fed my pussy that beautiful black shaft. Thank God I was so wet.
It was heaven, pure heaven, as he picked up the pace, my legs up high so everyone could see him driving into me. His thrusts had caused my head to go slightly off the mattress, so I called out, “Is anybody going to put their cock down my throat?” That did it. I soon had hands all over me, and one very nice prick in my mouth. I couldn’t believe it, but I started to cum. I never lost control this early, but the effects of my half back’s huge cock, the others all around me, and the difference in our skin color, all added up to a giant climax.
My football player came with a massive grunt, followed by the fella down my throat. When they pulled out, I jumped up, the guys looking at me hungrily. I pointed to a brother with a big dick, I needed to come down slowly in size after my Uncle John look alike came, and had the brother lie down. I then took my favorite position of straddling him, bent over and saw a good looking guy with a normal cock and said, “I need you in my ass now.”
Half back Roy’s cum was all over so he had no trouble lubing up and driving me home. I then looked around, no one was filling my mouth. “Gentlemen,” I said, “I’m not here for a history lesson, I’m here for you to fuck me. Would someone please put his dick in my mouth? Don’t make me ask again, please.”
That was all it took. There was a constant supply of cocks after that. When the tarp got real wet, someone would pick me up, and they would put me down on a clean tarp. I thought that was very thoughtful. I was really enjoying myself. These fellas were so different. This wasn’t a group of drunken slobs showing off. These were guys that had a hunger to have sex with a woman, and I was lucky enough to be that woman. The last man I gave myself to was the brother that had made the arrangements for me to perform that night, Ty.
They had just put down a clean tarp. I had cleaned myself with a towel, not knowing who was going to take me next, I laid back down. Then Ty came to me, and kissed me. I was glad it was him. I had been looking for him. He wanted to make love to me, not fuck me. I saw all the other brothers that had already had me start to leave. We were alone.
I don’t know if they had a course on making love, but if they did, this man would have received an A+. He was so tender as he went in me, and worked his cock in and out slowly. I swore then that I was going to get him alone and make love to him, not after having twenty of his friends first. He picked up the pace, and what was slow and gentle now had a different tempo, a tempo rising to a hard climax.
He gave me that beautiful cock over and over until I started cumming, and I thought I would pass out. I couldn’t get enough air. I gave as good as I got, pushing my pelvis into him violently, squeezing his cock with all my might. My pussy was going to be sore tomorrow, not from the number of men I had, but from the intensity of this incredible experience.
Then he cried out, loudly. I’m sure the whole house heard him. I couldn’t take it, I came again, holding him tightly, my pussy spasming all around his cock. I could feel that beautiful cock pulsating its cum into me. I had no intention of letting go of him. We held each other, our breathing ragged, until finally, after a very long time, I let him go. He kissed me deeply. he said, “Thank you.” I just said, “You’re welcome.”
He asked if I would like to join the brothers for Sunday dinner. I looked at him, He said, “Just dinner.” I smiled and said, “I’d be honored.” He said, “You’ll be my guest.” I replied, “I’d like that.”
Sunday, I walked to the house, and was treated like I was something special. I had worn a very tasteful dinner dress, with nylons and high heels. I looked pretty good, I must admit.
During dinner, Ty, my sweet lover, got up and said to me, “Miss Lila, on behalf of the brothers of this house, we would like to make you our “Little Sister” with full rights as a member.” I didn’t know what to say. I knew about other girls being Little Sisters in other houses, but I had never been offered it before. This meant I could come and go as I pleased, study in their library, and eat meals with them. I was shocked. I’ve never been much of a crier, but I did have to wipe away a tear as they gave me a plaque.
I took full advantage of my status. I danced once a month for the money, they wouldn’t hear of me reducing the price. Sometimes I would come straight from school. I was a senior at the Catholic high school, so I would come over after school in my cute little uniform. It drove the brothers wild.
They would lift my skirt to see if I was wearing panties. I would say, “Why would I want to slow things down by wearing panties?” They would laugh and laugh. I asked for help with my classes. The brother that tutored me got his choice of going down my throat, or screwing me on their desk, homework flying. It was about 50/50. The chemistry majors got more ass than a toilet seat. I really needed their help, and my grades greatly improved.
When my folks were off traveling, I would have Ty come over and spend the night with me. I always worried that he would get upset with me having sex with all his brothers, but he never did. He always said, “Save the last for me.” I always did.
My favorite times would be when the Alumni would come for Homecoming. Those old guys were crazy! I loved fucking them. They were never in a hurry, like the younger fellas. They would say things like, “Damn, why didn’t we have a pretty Little Sister like this?” The “to fuck” on the end of their statement was understood. I did have a surprise for my brothers one night. Sally came along.
5 years ago
