This next part features a lot of dialog. Obviously, it’s all heavily paraphrased.

One night I was invited over to the house not for chores, but just to hang out. The house’s basement was large enough for a beer pong table and a couple of couches, so 5 of the sisters and I formed into pairs and began playing some casual, non-alcoholic games. My partner was a pledge named Claire, who wasn’t a housie. She had freckles and curly ginger hair cut to shoulder length.

Claire was a freshman and was pretty bad at beer pong, so we kept losing hard. I think this was the reason why the other sisters decided to make the game more interesting. They declared that it was time to raise the stakes, and the next game would be strip beer pong. Claire’s face turned redder than her hair, but she wasn’t going to defy the other sisters. I knew right away that our chances were slim.

The way it worked is we would have to remove a certain amount of clothing with each “re-rack.” A re-rack involves rearranging the remaining cups into a new triangle, and occurs at 6 cups left and again at 3 cups left. After the first re-rack, we’d strip down to our underwear. After the second, the tops would come off. The losers have to get naked.

Things started off poorly. My opponents were the roommates Lisa and Jessica, two seniors who had a ton of pong experience. On their very first toss they bounced the ball off the table and into our cup, eliminating two cups at once. As the game got underway, I was able to score the occasional shot, but Claire was barely hitting the table.

Ashley and Emily, who were spectating from the sidelines, started sending out taunts.

“Claire, are you nervous about seeing your first naked man?” said Ashley.

“No, I think she’s nervous about her first time being seen naked by one,” quipped Emily.

As she spoke, Lisa sank another shot, and it was time for their first re-rack. Claire and I dutifully rearranged their remaining 6 cups into a new triangle, then started getting undressed. I stripped down to my cotton boxers and undershirt. Claire hesitantly pulled up her shirt, revealing a cute pink bra, and pulled down her jeans, uncovering a matching set of pink panties. The rest of her was blushing just as hard as her face. I tried to avoid staring, but she was stunning. We piled our clothes onto a nearby couch.

We took our next shots. My ball bounced off a rim, and Claire’s ball didn’t even hit the cups. Before we knew it, Lisa and Jessica had earned their second re-rack.

I pulled off my undershirt. I finally became aware of how cold it was in that basement. Claire fumbled with the clasp on her bra, as if trying to delay the inevitable. She finally got it unhooked and tossed her bra onto a nearby couch. Her A-cup breasts were perky and cone-shaped. The pink nipples that tipped each breast were stiff in the cold basement air. As I looked, she suppressed the urge to cover herself.

I turned back towards the table and noticed the other 4 sisters staring at me with big grins on their faces. I was reasonably athletic and had a trim figure, and the sisters made no attempt to hide their leering as they eyed me up and down. I glanced back at Claire and caught her staring at me as well.

We only needed to score one more cup before our first re-rack, but our performance was deteriorating. Shot after shot bounced off the rims or missed entirely. Our opponents also struggled to hit their remaining targets, but after a few more minutes they were down to their last cup. Our spectators began cheering and howling with every shot.

Finally, it happened. Jessica sank her final shot, and the game was over. The 4 sisters cheered and applauded. Claire and I couldn’t resist smiling sheepishly. Claire turned away from me, hooked her thumbs into her waistband, and slid off her panties. She had an adorable round butt, which was covered in goosebumps. She turned back around, revealing closely trimmed but otherwise naturally growing red pubes. Underneath was a pronounced set of pink pussy lips that peeked out from between her tightly closed legs.

Now it was my turn, but as I reached for my boxers, Jessica told me to wait. She ran out of the room and shouted up the basement stairs: “The house boy is about to get naked!”

I immediately heard footsteps thundering through the house as the other 4 housies came rushing downstairs. They burst through the basement door and packed into the room, giggling and smiling. As soon as they saw me in my underwear, I heard whistles and catcalls.

“Go on! Lose the underpants!” said one.

“Yeah, let’s see that cock!” said another.

I took a deep breath and pulled down the boxers. There was another wave of catcalls as all eyes in the room fell on my dick. I was made to do a turn so that everyone could get a good view. I was blushing harder than Claire had been, and it seemed a lot warmer in that basement. Claire herself wasn’t making a peep, but she was staring just as intently as the other sisters. I was thankful that I’d bothered to keep up my grooming habits.

“I want a real show,” said Amber. She walked up behind Claire and grabbed a handful of each breast. She grimaced playfully and began squeezing and kneading them, while Claire squirmed in her grasp.

I’d been struggling to keep myself “relaxed” up to now, but that sight was too much. My dick quickly swelled to full size, and there was a round of applause from the room. The sisters began shouting lewd commentary as I throbbed in front of them.

“Very impressive.”

“That’s a cock that looks like it enjoys a good sucking.”

“Definitely. That cock would be at home with a pair of lips wrapped around it.”

“Or two pairs of lips!”

“I bet that sucker knows how to please a pussy.”

“Those balls look like they’re fun to play with, too.”

“It’s about time we saw some cock. He’s seen my pussy enough times.” That comment got much agreement from around the room.

“What do you think, Claire?” joked Amber as she continued to grope her.

She didn’t need to ask. When I glanced back at Claire, I could see that she’d gotten noticeably flushed between the legs. Her nakedness left her arousal as obvious as mine. A couple of the sisters noticed as well.

“Oh yeah, she approves.”

“Want to touch it? It won’t bite!”

“I think it likes you!”

“I know what she’ll be doing later,” said Amber. She made a rubbing motion below Claire’s belly button.

Finally, the celebration began to subside, and the sisters began to trickle out of the room. Claire and I took our chance and began hastily putting our clothes back on. We caught each other’s eyes and couldn’t help but smile.

As Lisa was leaving, she gave my bare butt a slap. “I’m down any time you want a rematch, house boy,” she said.

After Ashley’s bathroom stunt, the housies became even more bold with their teasing. Things began to escalate to a whole new level. But throughout it all, everyone maintained the pretense that it was all perfectly normal. When a completely naked housie marched past me on her way to the bathroom, she’d say hi to me as if we were meeting in the hallway at school, and I’d have to pretend I wasn’t looking at her bouncing breasts and jiggling butt.

One day, two roommates, Lisa and Jessica, called me into their room to help them rearrange their furniture. Lisa and Jessica were both on the women’s soccer team and were in great shape. When I knocked on the door and entered the room, they were already inside waiting for me. The baggy t-shirts they wore were not quite long enough to hide that they were both bottomless. I could catch a glimpse of pussy peeking out from underneath the white cotton fabric. I noticed the indent of panty lines on their butts, which meant they had actually been wearing panties just moments before and stripped them off as soon as I knocked on the door.

“Helping” them rearrange their furniture turned out to mean doing it for them while they lounged around and directed me. Occasionally they’d bend over to move backpacks or sports equipment out of the way, and I’d get a nice view between their legs. I quickly learned that both girls were clean shaved. Lisa’s lips were tightly closed, forming only a thin line. Jessica’s lips were more open and showed off her pink labia and clit. I also got nice views from the front whenever they’d reach up to move something onto a shelf. It took nearly 20 minutes to finally get the furniture the way they wanted. It probably would have been faster if I hadn’t been so distracted by the constant pussy flashing. After I finished, they each flopped onto their beds with satisfaction, causing their shirts to flip up to their lower backs and giving me an excellent view of their toned butts. By the time they shooed me out, I’d been hard for so long it almost hurt.

Another day, I entered a room to vacuum to discover three housies inside, Sarah, Amanda, and Brittany. Sarah was about to show off a bunch of bikinis she’d just bought during a winter clearance sale to the other two girls. As soon as I came inside, I was eagerly invited to join them. I sat down on the bed next to Amanda and Brittany, who were actually dressed for once. Sarah was only wearing a silk robe, which she quickly slipped off, revealing her naked body. She had a narrow waist with several small beauty marks spread across her pale skin. Her breasts were lemon-shaped with nipples that were just as pale as her skin. Her pubes were cut into a triangle shape, which pointed down to her pussy.

The shopping bag filled with bikinis was on the floor behind her, so she turned and bent over in front of us to dig for her first set. Amanda let out a whistle, and Sarah playfully wiggled her butt for us. My heart was already pounding. Sarah found the set she wanted to try first, a red one with white flowers. Amanda and Brittany approved, and I was invited to opine was well. I tried to play it cool, but I don’t think I did a good job, as everything I said elicited a fit of giggles from the three girls. When she was done modeling, Sarah pulled off the bikini and bent over to get another set. The constant cycle of stripping and bending over was almost too much for me to take. At one point, Brittany declared that one of the bikinis might look good on her. Sarah invited her to try it on, so Brittany pulled off per shirt and shorts and stepped over to Sarah, completely naked. Sarah took off the bikini in question and handed it over. Once Brittany tried it on, she decided she didn’t like it after all. She took it off and tossed it back into the bag. She didn’t put her clothes back on before she sat down next to me, so for the rest of the bikini try-on I was sitting right next to a naked woman. I tried not to glance at her generous breasts with large areolas and cone-shaped nipples.

I was there for almost an hour before Sarah finally tried on her last set. The girls would constantly get distracted from the try-on and begin chatting about other topics, and the whole time I’d be trying not to stare at all of breasts and pussies only feet away from me. Regarding my opinion on the bikinis, I don’t think I offered anything useful to the conversation, but I was invited to offer feedback the next time one of the girls went shopping. Brittany even winked and said that a lingerie sale was coming up, which led to another giggle fit.

Another episode was when the housies recruited me bartend for the afterparty for the sorority’s annual costume party. About a third of the sorority was there, which included many sisters who were not housies. My job was pretty easy, because I was only provided with enough ingredients to mix 3 or 4 different cocktails. The sisters were already pretty buzzed when the party started at 1am, and they were all dressed in the standard assortment of “sexy” girls’ costumes. I myself was still wearing the store-bought Robin Hood outfit I’d worn to the custom party.

But then one of them decided to ask me which of the costumes I thought was the sexiest. Before I could say anything, all the sisters within earshot had jumped into the conversation. Soon, the whole party had decided I was judging a sexy contest. One-by-one, the sisters paraded past the bar while the rest of the them catcalled from the edges of the room. Each of them gave a sexy flourish, such as a butt slap or hip swing. Things escalated when Amber, the first housie to show off, took her turn. She was dressed as a sexy devil, wearing red lingerie with red stockings and bustier. When she reached the center of the floor, she bent over and slipped off her panties and threw them onto the bar. She had actually dyed per pubic hair red! The whole room erupted into cheers and catcalls as she arched her back and ran a hand up her butt.

The girl after Amber wasn’t a housie, and wasn’t used to me seeing her naked, but the party atmosphere and booze made her bold enough to spice things up. She was dressed as Supergirl, and when she reached the middle of the room, she reached under her skirt and slipped off her panties. She gave an erotic hip thrust, causing her skirt to swish almost high enough to see underneath. The girls after her followed her lead. The next girl was dressed as a witch, and when it was her turn, she pulled down her top and flashed her breasts. Both of her nipples had ring piercings. The girl after that was dressed as a pirate queen, and lifted her skirt to flash her butt. Underneath she was wearing a black g-string, and a skull-and-crossbones sticker was stuck to her left cheek. She pulled on the g-string and let it snap back into place. Next came another housie, Ashley. She was dressed as a pervy flasher, and during the party had been wearing a long tan trench coat with modest flesh-colored underwear underneath. When her turn came, she strode to the center of the room and threw open her trench coat. At some point she’d taken off the underwear, leaving herself completely naked underneath. She strode confidently around the edge of the room, holding the coat open for each of the spectating sisters. They all hollered and cheered, and a few even copped a feel. When she circled around to the bar, she shook her breasts at me and grinned.

After the last girl had gone by, I was thankfully spared having to choosing a winner, as the whole room had decided Ashley had the sexiest (and most accurate) costume. I obediently declared her the winner and everyone gave one final round of applause and cheers. The experience of watching over a dozen girls trying to out-sexy each other was exhausting, and when the party died down and sisters began to leave, I slipped towards the door. I needed to get back to my room and give myself some relief. As I was leaving, I ran into Ashley. Her trench coat was still hanging open, but she had put the nude underwear back on. She thanked me for bartending and judging the costume contest. She told me her only regret was forgetting to ask me to compete in the costume contest too.

As usual, I tried to play it cool, but these last words made my blood pressure spike. Despite the long party and late hours, it was a long time before I could get to sleep that night.

When I was in college, my fraternity had a partnership with a nearby sorority wherein we'd send over one of our newer members to act as a "house boy." This guy's job would be to visit the sorority house a couple times a week and do menial chores, such as vacuuming and laundry. My sophomore year, that turned out to be me.

The sorority house had 8 residents or “housies." They were split among 4 bedrooms on the second floor, which were connected by a common hallway that led to the bathroom. The first floor had the living room, chapter room, kitchen, etcetera, and the laundry room was in the basement. All these areas became my responsibility.

I tried to be mature and respectful, but things went about as you would expect the first few weeks. Despite the free labor, some of the housies resented the lack of privacy from having a guy around so much. Whenever I’d knock on a bedroom door, there’d be a delay as the occupant got herself “decent” before letting me in to gather laundry or throw away trash. I never saw a housie anything less than fully dressed, even when hanging out on a lazy weekend. Even after a shower, they would come out of the bathroom fully dressed.

But as the weeks went on, the housies got more and more comfortable with me around. I started seeing them dress more comfortably around the house. T-shirts and jeans were replaced with tank tops and booty shorts. Bras became less and less frequent (except in their laundry, of course). They began wearing bathrobes and towels to and from the bathroom.

They stopped worrying about becoming “decent” before letting me into their rooms. I would often enter the room to find them in their underwear. Panties and loose-fitting tank tops were the most common sight. One girl, “Emily,” liked lounging around wearing nothing but an oversized t-shirt. It was difficult not to stare at the shape of her body through the thin cotton. Another girl, “Ashley,” preferred a short Victoria’s Secret robe, which opened up at the side to reveal her bare leg all the way up past her waist.

The turning point came one day when I was visiting “Amber” to collect her laundry. She was wearing only a white bra and panties. As I picked up her laundry basket and turned to leave the room, I heard her call out to me. As I turned, she slipped off her bra and tossed it into the basket. I couldn’t help but stare at her perky b-cup breasts and small pink nipples. Her left nipple had a piercing. She giggled and made a halfhearted attempt at covering herself before shooing me out of the room. My heart was pounding the whole way down to the basement.

Amber must have shared this episode to her friends. All I know is that this type of thing became even more common among the other housies. It became a regular occurrence to enter a bedroom and see a pair of uncovered breasts. All of the housies acted completely casual, as if regularly being seen half-naked by their house boy was perfectly normal. But I think most of them began to have fun showing off and teasing me. By the end of the second month, I’d seen all 8 housies topless.

One day, I was visiting Emily to pick up her room. By this point, she’d told that I didn’t need to knock before entering her room, so I opened the door and walked right in. I was immediately greeted by the sight of Emily taking a nap on her bed. The blanket was down around her waist, and all of her that I could see was completely naked. The blanket was low enough so that I could make out the top of a neatly trimmed landing strip.

I couldn’t resist ogling her. He shapely c-cup breasts rose and fell as she breathed. Her skin was smooth and pale, and her body was well toned. I could make out the top half of a heart-shaped crotch tattoo peeking out from under the covers. What I couldn’t see was where I was stepping, and I accidentally sent a loud kick into her desk. She awoke with a start, but when she saw it was me, she relaxed and lifted her arms to stretch. Then she sat up and playfully twirled her finger, directing me to turn around. I did as ordered, and I heard her get out of bed and open her underwear drawer. This naked woman stood behind for what seemed like ages before she finally found a suitable pair of panties and told me it was okay to turn back around. “Only” seeing her in panties did little to calm my racing heart, and I hoped that my boner wasn’t showing through my shorts. It was all I could do to avoid falling down the stairs as I hauled her clothes to the basement.

Another turning point came midway through the third month. I was in the common bathroom and was getting ready to start cleaning. I’d just gotten onto my hands and knees when Ashley entered the room, wearing her blue cotton bathrobe. She said a casual hello, and as she spoke, she opened the knot to her robe, opened it up, and let it drop to the floor, leaving herself completely naked. I looked up at her from the floor in shock. I stared at the familiar sight of her perky breasts with pale, pointy nipples, and her smooth, tan skin. I also stared at the unfamilair sight of her pussy, which was level with my face. Her pubic hair was shaped in a natural pattern, and neatly trimmed. I could see her pink clit peeking out from between her lips.

My staring was cut short when she turned away from me and began to brush her teeth in the mirror. I tried to get back to work, but now I was looking at her firm round butt. It had a small beauty mark on one cheek and jiggled slightly as she brushed. I finally tore my eyes away and forced myself to concentrate on my menial task. After a few minutes, I glanced back at her and caught her looking at me through the mirror. She reminded me to clean behind the toilet, and turned to switch on the shower. She stood facing me as she waited for the water to get hot, watching me work, and giving me an extended full-frontal view of her naked body. It was all I could do not to gawp like an idiot. Finally, the water got hot enough, and she disappeared behind the shower curtain. It was then that I realized how little progress I’d made in my actual chore.

I left the bathroom before she finished her shower, and was met with a number of smiling faces peeking out from the bedroom doors. Apparently, they’d dared Ashely to go in and shower while I was inside. When they saw the look on my face, they all erupted into a fit of giggles. It seemed their dare had worked out just the way they wanted. I caught a few of them glancing curiously down at my crotch, and it was only then that I looked down and saw my boner pitching a huge, obvious tent in my pants. The sounds of their giggles followed me as I hurried down the stairs.

That’s all for now, but I have more stories from the rest of that year. After the bathroom dare, the housies became even more bold. They stopped dressing casually and began to actively tease me.

It’s been a weird year for me sexually. I got out of an almost decade long relationship filled with amazing sex that I never had to question. That does weird things to you when you get back out there.

I start liking the first person I go on a date with, like an idiot. The sex is fine. Serviceable. We’re both getting off, we both have an idea of what the other likes.

But he never really gets into it, never really let’s go. I ask him why and he says it’s “because of who you are”. Whatever that means. He says that he can’t fuck me the way he wants to, that he respects me too much.

I almost don’t want to ask the follow up question, but I have to know.

“Do you… respect women less after you fuck them?”

“No, of course not!” He’s offended. “That’s the really weird part. I don’t think that at all.”

I believe him. He asks me if I remember the scene in the Sopranos where Tony is talking about cheating on his wife Carmela. They ask him why he has a girlfriend.

“I do things with her I can't do with my wife.”

“Why can't you do them with your wife?”

“Hey, that's the mouth she kisses my kids goodnight with! What are you, crazy?”

He says this is how most men feel about their girlfriends.

God. How did men get so fucked up?

I decide to hold my tongue on two things. One, I’m not your girlfriend. Two, that scene is actually from Analyze This.

I feel too sexual and not sexual enough all at once. Or like my sexuality is just wrong. The question of our sex becomes something that won’t go away.

I still fuck other people. Their desire feels good. They tell me all the things they like about my body, the things they like about how I am. Each one is a small bandaid. I go around collecting them, all slightly different colors. All too small and too surface to really do anything at all.

I know what they like. Each of them different, but also the same. I submit to each of them differently, but also kind of the the same. How can I not understand these things about him? It makes no sense. Sometimes I wonder if this is just me self-sabotaging, my favorite sport.

Somehow we start talking about having a threesome. I'm more curious than anything else.

I’m sitting at a table with him and a chick he was dating previously. Her dark hair is cut in cool way that frames her pretty face. I see her hands. I see the way her lips show her top teeth instead of her bottom teeth when she talks, a weird thing I’ve always liked. She continually surprises me during this conversation. We’re more similar than I thought we’d be.

It becomes more obvious that this is happening. We go back to his place. We’re all sitting on the couch. He kisses me, and then her. And then her and I kiss each other. She unbuttons my shirt and takes it off. She’s soft, but direct, which I like. I sense that we both have a similar enthusiasm for sex.

We move down to the floor with me ontop of her. It’s much softer than being with a man. I like it. A lot.

“Oh my god this is fucking amazing.” I say in between kissing her. “I can’t believe you get to be with women every time.” I say to him.

I’m not even sure where he is. This is so good that he has kind of ceased to exist. Every dude has ceased to exist. Swear to god, I might not go back.

Her and I move to his bed and we have the best 69 I have ever experienced. This feels so good. We’re both licking each other’s pussies and asses and it’s sending me into another dimension. I like the way she is- sexual, brave and shameless. I love the tattoos on her skin and how her body feels. I slip two fingers inside her and watch how she reacts. Her moans are soft and deep, coming from somewhere dark inside her.

I tell her that she has such a nice pussy. Going down on her is amazing. I could do it for days. I can’t get enough of me inside her. Hands, tongue. I wish my mouth was bigger so I could devour more of her. I hold my palm up near her face and tell her to lick it the way she likes her pussy licked. I want to know her. I want to know what she likes. I feel her tongue on my hand, it’s slow and broad. I match what she’s doing with my tongue on her clit. I try to burn it into my memory so I can do it how she likes over and over again.

I am high on lust and dopamine.

The highlights come back to me later:

Licking my entire palm and slapping her ass, hard. The way her ass looks with my hands on it.

Him grabbing the back of my hair and holding my head above his cock so I have to beg to suck his dick. Please let me. I want it in my mouth so bad. I need it.

Both of us wrapping our mouths around his cock together. Share, girls.

Her asking me to fuck her ass while he’s fucking her. I put my fingers in her ass and I can feel his cock inside her. It’s so dirty and twisted together and hot.

Me riding him and her getting behind me. Her nipple rings pressing against my back. My hands reaching around, desperate for her to be closer to me. Putting my fingers in her ass and pulling her into my rhythm.

Her moaning for him to wrap his hands around her neck.

Her telling him to press her into the mattress harder.

Watching her come for the first time. She curls up on the bed while we just watch her orgasm.

Her whispering how hot it was to see me ontop of him. It makes me feel seen and understood somehow.

Her dirty talk. Let me feel your big balls slap my pussy.

When he bends me over and fucks me from behind.

Both of us laying on the bed making out while he stands above us, getting himself close.

Him coming in her mouth, then mine, then on our faces. The way I lick it off her face and then rub our faces together while I kiss her. Laughing together about it. Its a shame he didn’t stay around to see this. It’s so fucking hot. But part of me is glad it ended how it started, with both of us women just wrapped up together, enough for one another. I remember we laughed together at the beginning too.

We sleep together, we wake up together. He fucks both of us, and comes inside me. We lay around for a little until he realizes he wants to fuck her again. He asks if he can fuck her and I say yes.

He always referred to some nebulous “kind of sex” he likes, but was never able to really able explain to me what it was. I’m not sure what I was expecting, but I was definitely not expecting to see something I recognized. He’s fucking her, well, the way I like to be fucked. It’s so strange to see him want someone, to enjoy sex as an act with someone else. I didn’t realize he was capable of having this kind of sex. He’s fucking her so hard, but they find pockets of tenderness together. She almost falls off the bed and he grabs her and says don’t worry, we’ve got you.

He’s comfortable with her. Saying what he wants. Doing what he wants. There’s a real connection I can feel. He puts their faces together, for me. He tells her to look at me and turns her face toward me. He can tell I like watching their faces. Pushed together, one on top of the other, but contrasting emotions. Hers of surrender next to his of force. Like sex versions of the comedy and tragedy masks.

Our faces are so close to each other. I can feel their breaths. The sunlight is breaking across her face and it’s so fucking beautiful. I thought watching would just be hot. I wasn’t prepared for how truly moving it would be. Its so incredible to watch people lost in that moment.

Afterward he tells me one of his favorite things during was just watching me watch them. The look of fascination on my face, how moved I was. That’s the shit they don’t tell you about a threesome. It can be the deepest, most moving sex you’ve had in a long time.