Rita Sondale: Sorority house Mother

"You know," Gloria said, sipping from her glass. "I have the perfect wig for him. I wear it sometimes and it's great. I know it'd fit him," she said.

"Want to try it on, Jeff?" asked his sister.

Jeffrey sighed. "If it would make you happy, sis, why not?"

"Let's all go into my room," suggested Gloria. "We can be more comfortable in there."

Once the wig was fitted on Jeff's head, and the girls were extremely serious about the whole business, came the suggestion from Beth that they make him up to see what the effect was.

At first he objected strenuously, but then he gave in when they begged him like two little girls playing house. That was what their attitude reminded him of, either playing house of playing "dressing up," a real childish game.

He had to admit that as they fussed over him, both naked and their breasts often close to his face, their nipples erect; and the odor of their warm silky bodies, how they'd often accidentally touch his fully erect prick; and how once Beth went down on him for no reason whatever-he had to admit that he was enjoying himself.

When he finished the Bloody Mary, it was Gloria who suggested they all drink wine. Another bottle was opened and before long, they were all very happy, laughing and giggling and having a fun time in the late afternoon as the sun was sinking in the west, casting the lovely campus into deep shadow.

So about three-quarters of an hour after they'd begun working on him, Jeffrey now had his face and eyes completely made up. The expensive wig had been brushed out and the overall effect was astonishing!

"You'd make the perfect girl," his sister repeated, "if you had titties and a cunt."

Gloria, down on her knees, was manicuring Jeffrey's toenails on the left foot. She'd already given him a pedicure on the right, painting his toenails a bright red. If Jeff examined them quickly, they really did appear to be feminine.

Gloria finished with his other foot. She raised his toes to her lips, brushing her moistened lips across his naked, painted toes. "Just like mine," she grinned.

Next Gloria did his fingernails.

"Now we'll get you into some sheer nylons," said Beth.

"I'll get the black garters," said Gloria gleefully.

So, now wearing the sultry, sheer charcoal nylons, the black garters contrasting against the white skin of his rather hairless thighs, from a casual glance, no one could have told that these weren't the shapely legs of a young girl.

They were no spike heels large enough for his feet but he was able to fit into a pair of open-toed sandals Gloria found in her closet that had once belonged to one of the waitresses who had lived in the apartment before Gloria took the job as house mother in the fraternity house.

As he walked around, preening, making silly girlish gestures, the girls laughed themselves sick. Finally, he was laughing so hard, he fell down on Gloria's bed, slapping his sides.

As he did this, Gloria fell down next to him and in seconds, she had his semi-hard penis in her mouth. She began licking and sucking him passionately. She raked her fingernails up and down his nyloned legs. She took his thickening prick out of her wet mouth and began kissing and biting the inside of his thighs.

Not to be outdone, Beth got onto the other side of her brother. She opened the pale green negligee he was still wearing. She started to kiss his chest, biting on his erect nipples. She licked his hairy armpits. Then leaning across his body, her lips met Gloria's lips and they kissed deeply, hotly as Jeff's erect prick loomed up between them.

They took turns sucking his cock. Gloria would lick and chew his balls while Beth swept her tongue up and down his cock, often stopping to change places with Gloria, to suck his testicles into her hot mouth while Gloria's mouth took care of his penis, working it, blowing it and licking and sucking as Jeffrey was writhing and twisting and often bucking up his hips when the maddening sensations would thrust him from one vibrating ecstasy to another.

At one point, Beth had him half rolled over on his side. She was sliding her wet tongue all over his outer buttock as her fingers scratched and tickled. Gloria was breathing hard. Her cunt was soaking wet. When she sank her fingers up inside it, she withdrew them they were almost dripping with her flowing cunt cream.

Gripping his cock with her cunt-slippery fingers, she anointed his cock with her juices. When Beth saw this, she quickly gobbled up his wet cock, sucking and licking off Gloria's delicious ooze.

Gloria repeated this numerous and each time, Beth, with fire in her eyes, would lick Jeff's cock nice and clean.

At another point, Gloria leaped up. Jeff was on his back. She straddled him, spreading her cunt lips apart with her fingers. Slowly, she lowered her crotch until his thick erect penis slid silently deep up inside her feverish cunt, she fucked up and down on it, her eyes closed.

Kneeling alongside her, Beth was stroking and massaging Gloria's sweet breasts, teasing, tantalizing her erect nipples. She would lean over and suck on Gloria's nipples. Or she would lick all over her jiggling breasts as the older woman fucked up and down vigorously on her brother's handsome prick.

When Jeff was close to his orgasm and this happened several times, Gloria would leap off his cock and dive down with her mouth… but each time, Jeff, gritting his teeth because he didn't want to come-he was having such a marvelous time-he would push her head away and pull it up to his face so he could stab his tongue into her hot mouth.

During a rest, Jeff was lying on his stomach. They were all drinking wine. Now they'd emptied one bottle and were halfway into the next.

"God, he's got such a lovely backside. I love his ass," said Beth, fondling it, petting it, scratching it with her fingernails.

She spread his buttocks apart wide. "And such a sweet asshole, too. Look, Gloria, such a lovely asshole, don't you think, honey?"

"Yes. It's adorable," smiled Gloria, she was getting tipsy drunk on the chilled white wine. "It's eatin' ass, as they say in my part of the country," she laughed half drunkenly.

"In my part of the country," offered Beth, also half drunk, "they'd call this fuckin' ass!" She roared with laughter then suddenly stopped.

"Gloria?"

"Yes, my darling?"

"Gloria!" Beth was suddenly breathing hard.

"Yes… yes, my darling, what is it?" she asked, her lovely eyes sparkling. She could tell by the sound of Beth's voice that the young girl was terribly excited.

"Gloria," she whispered in the older female's ear, "you remember telling me about the dildoes?"

Jeffrey turned his head. "What are you two whispering about? You know it's not polite," he grinned. He didn't care what they were whispering about.

"Yes, of course," Gloria whispered back.

"Let's fuck my brother!"

"Oh God," Gloria exclaimed.

"Let's fuck his ass. We'll pretend he's a girl now that we've got him all made up and dressed as a girl with the nylons and all that, what do you say, huh?"

"Should we tell him?" Gloria whispered, holding Beth tight, kissing her lips, fondling and stroking her naked breasts as they whispered back and forth.

"No. Let me think," said Beth. "Look," she said into Gloria's left ear. "We'll just get him drunk enough. He loves to have his asshole played with. We both know that. So," she went on, turning her face so her brother couldn't even read her lips even if he'd known how, "we'll just carry on the way we're doing… and when the time, she is right," she giggled, "then we'll get out the dildoes. We'll just tell him at first that it's our both thumbs, something like that. Do you agree?"

"God," sighed Gloria James, "does that turn me on, oh wow… OH WOW!"

"Oh wow, what?" asked Jeffrey from his prone position. He was lost in his own semi-drunken thoughts, paying no attention whatever to his sister or to Gloria James.