Saved by Sweet Alien Box Set (42 page)

“Down, down, down!” a few sisters are yelling.

“Harder!  Hester, you can do it!”  A girl pipes up.

“Stella, swallow that cock and win the crown!”  A new sister
is on my side.

It’s our Crown Girl Night, one of the scheduled events that
lured me into this mysterious sorority.

The competitors have to swallow a vibrating dildo as deep as
they can.   The winner is the one downing the dildo the most without gagging.

Honestly, I have zero interest in a dirty game like this.  I’ve
never sucked a real cock and I have no intention to swallow a fake one either. 

However, the sisters judge you by your success in the
sorority.  They are nice girls but you will have to prove yourself before you
can be part of them, in one circle or the other.   Else, you’re just a stranger
they hi to and share pizza with.

Sure, I want to be in the circles, to win their friendship
and respect.

To my surprise, the dildo is only about six inches long,
though thicker than the one I have in my dorm room.  I figure it won’t be too
hard to win.

Well, it’s actually harder than I thought.  Before long, six
girls failed.  Now it’s only me and the present Crown Girl, Hester, competing. 

I stand straight and lean my head back, trying to open my
throat as much as I can.  A quick peek tells me that Hester is a tough girl. 
She is pushing the dildo down a half inch more.  Her lips are now wrapping the
balls tight.

All I need is one more push to down the whole shaft.  Can I
do it?  I’m at the edge of gagging now, but I want to win.  I want to be the
Crown Girl of the year and win the respect of all the sisters.

I hold the dildo with both hands and push carefully.  The
cockhead goes into my throat and grosses me.  Gosh, I really want to gag now, but
I keep pushing.  Soon, my teeth touch the balls. 

Yes, I did it!

Girls are screaming.  For the first time, they see two competitors
so close.  I’m the first girl challenging the ‘Unbeatable Hester’.

Gosh, it’s so hard to hold on now but I bet she is having a
hard time, too.  I breathe slowly, trying to think about something pleasant.

“The vibrator!” a girl yells.

“Yeah, the vibrator!” a few more girls yell.

Hester pushes the switch on the dildo.  Her cheeks are shaking
now. 

I push the switch.  Nothing happens.  I try again.  Still
nothing.

Hester pulls out the vibrating dildo and tosses it on the
table.  It makes noises, rumbling its way to the ground.   Girls burst into
laughter.

A girl picks it up and turns it off.

Hester bends down and coughs hard.

I toss the dildo on the table, too.  I swear I don’t want to
try it again in my life, Crown Girl or not.

“Cheater!” Hester wipes her mouth with a tissue and stares
at me.

“I was not cheating.  It didn’t work.”

Edie picks up the dildo and tries a few times.   Nothing
happens.   “Stella’s right.  It’s not working.” she declares.

The board members are busy deciding the final winner, with
Edie, the president, leading the discussion.

A few minutes later, the decision is made.

“Be quiet, girls!” Edie hits the table a few times with the
dildo.  She waits ‘til the room is quiet and then announces, “The winner is…”   She
stops for a few moments and then continues, “Hester Wetmore.”

“I win!” Hester beams, raising her arms high.  A pretty
crown lands on her head.

“Hester!  Hester!  Hester!” A group of girls clap their
hands.

Edie waits ‘til the excitement is over.  “Stella, you did a
good job, too.  Congratulations!”

“You call that a good job?” Hester scoffs. 

“Sure.  She beat all the other girls.  And she’s the one
ever to come so close to winning the championship.”

“That was light years away.” Hester rolls her eyes.

“Well, we will see again next year.  Okay, girls, let’s
celebrate now.”

“How ‘bout the president’s gift?” A girl’s voice pipes up
from the ground.

“Yeah, how about that?”

“Thanks, girls.  You’re right.  Let’s do that now.”

Alright.  Gift time.   Am I going to get a special gift?
 I’m so excited.

“Just in case our new sisters don’t know,” Edie smiles at us
and explains.  It turns out that it is a girl chosen among all the participants
of the competition.  This girl is going to be presented as a special gift to a winning
guy.

“This is for a blind date, okay?  You decide how much or little
you want to go with it and you can stop at any moment.” she explains. 

“Who’s the guy?” a new sister asks. Her cheeks are all red.

“That’s going to be the winner of the best fraternity in our
sister college, Eastern Emerson.”

What?  The college sounds familiar.  Then I realize it’s the
college on the other side of the road, where Colton is.

Whatever.  I don’t want to think further.  A girl out of
eight for a blind date?  That could be anyone.  I don’t think I have anything
to do with it.  Maybe I’ll take a hot shower and then a nap after this? 

A spin wheel is placed on the table with eight names on it. 
My name is next to Hester’s.  She takes a quick look at the names and then smirks
at me.  “I’m going to beat you
again
.”   

I shrug. 
Whatever
.  A blind date with a total
stranger, right?  I couldn’t care less.

Edie holds the wheel and smiles.  “Good luck, girls.” Her
hand pushes down quickly.  The wheel spins fast for a while, and then slows
down.

Hester is mumbling, holding her hands tight on her chest.  The
wheel edges to a stand-still when it reaches Hester’s name.  Her cheeks turn
red, her eyes rounding and widening.  But the wheel spins another quarter inch.

“Shit!”  Hester closes her eyes. 

“The winner is…” Edie checks carefully and then announces, “Stella
Holbrook.”  She pushes my arm high.

The girls’ screaming is blowing the roof off.

Hester stares at me. “You’re so freaking lucky.”

“But you won the crown, Hester.” I smile.

“Want to swap?” She stares at me.  Then she murmurs, “Forget
it.”  Seconds later, she disappears into the crowd.

“Come with me, Stella.  Let’s talk.”  Edie smiles at me.

We come into a small meeting room.   Edie closes the door. 
Suddenly, it’s so quiet.

“Congratulations, Stella.”

“Thank you, Edie.”

“Okay, let me give you more information about this year’s president’s
gift.”

“Okay.” I’m nervous now.  Dating a total stranger?  I’m not
sure I want to do that.

“As you know, you’re going to have a date with the winner of
our sister college.”

“The frat winner?”

“Right.  Look, Stella, I know you’re worried.  Unfortunately,
I have no idea who the winner is either, but I can assure you that no girl has
been disappointed in the last fifteen years.”

I shrug. 
We will see.
 

“You can do as much as you want, or stop at any moment.  You
understand?” She winks.

My cheeks turn red.  I know what she means.  “Mmm-hmmm.”

“Any questions?”

“You mean…” I look at her and then lower my eyes.

“Yes, please go ahead.  No words will leave this room.”

“Okay… You mean… going to bed, too?”

“Sure.  If you both want to.  But you can stop at any
moment.  So can he.”  She reassures me.  “Guess what?  The fact is, no girl has
ever stopped that.”

“Really?”
Oops!
  I cover my mouth right away. 

Maybe that’s why Hester wanted to trade her crown with this gift
thing.  Oh my, now my pussy is tingling…

“Yup.  The exciting part is both of you are going to wear a
costume and a mask.  So you’re fully covered when you meet.”

That’s exciting.  Guessing how hot the guy is alone is like
an adventure.  I
love
it.

“So, please go ahead to get ready.  Make sure your costume
is super attractive, okay?” “Sure.” I murmur.  My cheeks are burning hot. 

Gosh, why is my head suddenly full of dirty thoughts? 

I spread my legs, trying to release some of the pressure
that has built up in just seconds.

COLTON

“You mean if I join your freaking fra…” I scratch my head
and stare at him.

“Fraternity, or frat for short.” He smiles.

“Thank you, Jax!” I give him a smile. 

“You’re welcome.”

“Anyway, if I’m a brother in that frat… Fuck! Sorry… Um… frat..ernity,
I can fuck pretty girls, right?”

“Boy, you’re so straight, Colton.” Jax grins.  “You’re right
but not quite.”

“What do you mean?” I don’t like to play games.

“You will have to
win
your girl.”  Jax puts
great emphasis on the word
win
.

“The girl is already mine.” I never lost a competition and I
don’t think I will this time.

I am surprised to learn that the game is wrestling.  Heck,
I’ve watched so much wrestling on TV, I know great skills and strength are
required to win the game.   I have lots of strength.  And I’ve learned some
great moves in my soccer training, which I believe are useful for a wrestling
game.  However, I’ve never received any wrestling training and I don’t want a
broken arm or leg.

But I don’t want to quit and become the laughingstock of
those brother assholes.   They know nothing but chasing girls, but their filthy
mouths can pass rumors faster than plague.

“Listen, guys,” Jax looks at us with a huge grin.  He is the
self-proclaimed referee slash trainer slash president of the so-called Tau Phi Wrestling
Association.  In other words, he’s the only member of the association under our
fraternity, Tau Phi.    

What an asshole.

I cross my arms over my chest and stare at him.  I can count
his ribs under his deep-v short sleeve shirt.  There is no muscle of any kind. 
Don’t tell me you know anything about wrestling. 

“Um…” He clears his throat and smiles again.  “How much do
you guys know about wrestling?”

All the competitors look at each other, saying nothing.

“I know how to punch.” A hunky guy chuckles, staring at the
poor trainer’s rib-ridden chest.

Everyone looks at him, then we burst into laughter.

“He-he…’’ Jax scratches his head to hide his embarrassment. 
He waits ‘til it’s quiet again.  “Look, this is wrestling, not boxing, okay?”

“So what do you want us to do?  Break someone’s arm or leg?”
the bulky guy pipes up.

“Oh, no, absolutely no violence is allowed.” Jax shakes his
head.  “Your goal is to pin down your opponent.  Push both shoulders on the
floor for two seconds and you win.”

He stops for a short moment and then continues, “To make it
easy and safe for you guys, we are going to start with a lying-down position.”

“A what?”  a few voices ask at the same time.

“A lying-down position. Like this.”  He lays on his back. 
“You’re going to lie down side by side.  When the game begins, you can roll
over and crush on your opponent.”

We begin our training.  Soon, I find the key is to roll over
on the opponent’s body and crush down lightning fast—before he can move his ass
a single inch.

My soccer training gives me huge advantage.   I can move my
body much faster than all the other dudes.  My training also gives me strong
muscles, which produces unbearable crushing power.

Within the next three days, I defeated all the opponents in
the training.   My body is all painful and sore, but I will have to beat the
last guy, last year’s winner, nicknamed ‘Hagan the Warrior’.

He stomps out, wearing a pair of boxers but nothing else.  His
hairy chest is full of muscle.  Fucking Jesus, I bet he’s at least twenty five
pounds heavier than me and almost a foot taller.  I become excited. 
Oh,
boy, now I get a real opponent.

“Asshole, you’re dead meat.” He stares at me, growling. 

“I know how to kick a fat ass.” I laugh inwardly, staring at
him.   

Move fast, Colton.  This is the only way you can beat
this dumb ass.
  I’m planning my strategy.

He lays flat on the floor.  A few of his followers come over
to give him a good massage. 

I jump and stretch a few times to ready myself.

Jax comes over.  “Guys, let’s get started.”

I lay beside him, about a foot and a half away. 
Boy, I
have to move fast.
 

Jax puts his hand between us.  I focus on that hand.  The
moment the hand raises, I roll over and crush down. 

Great, I got him!

Oddly, Hagan doesn’t move his body at all.  Instead, he
pushes his shoulders up with his elbows and smiles, “That’s all you can do?”

I push down with all my power, but he keeps smiling, his
body staying steady like a rock.

Fuck!  This dude is too tough.

Before I can figure out a way to pin his shoulders to the
floor, he rolls his body and flips me down to the floor with only one arm. 
Holy fuck. My right shoulder hits the floor hard and my left one is only an
inch or two up in the air.

I try hard to keep my shoulder away from the floor.  Jax drops
to the floor and watches closely, his hand raising high, ready to declare the
victory for the monstrous fat ass.

Hagan adds more power to my body.  Shit, my bones are going
to break.  My shoulder is lowering to the floor, sweat raining down my forehead,
but I don’t want to give up. 

“You’re dead, Colton.” he roars.

“No fucking way, Hagan.” I gasp, pushing my left elbow
hard.  But slowly and steadily, my shoulder is dropping to the floor.  Fuck,
I’m losing the game in seconds.

I bite my lip and think fast.  Then I come up with a quick
idea.  I drop my left elbow and push my right one at the same time.

His huge arm slips off my body and drops to the floor. 
“Fuck!” he roars.

I give him no time to act again.  Rolling my body and
pushing my right arm with all my strength, I send him to the floor.

“Wow…” The whole audience is shocked.

I jump up and lower my body into a defense position.  I know
I can’t touch him.  Else, he’s going to pin me on the floor in no time.

He struggles a few times to sit and then stands up.  “Fuck,
you sneaky asshole.  You’re dead.”  He drags his huge body my way.

“Come n’ get me.” I grin, stepping back.  Looking up at his
chest, I feel like I’m looking at a meaty cliff.  But I’m not scared.

He swings his huge arms to catch me.  I duck.  His nails
scratch my ear.  Fuck, I feel the real pain.

“Chicken!  Fight like a man, will you?”  He widens his arms
for a new attack.

Now his body is fully exposed.  There is no way I will miss
this golden opportunity.  I send my shoulder with all my force to his fat belly
while holding his huge thigh with both hands. 

“Ouch, my butt.”  He drops to the floor, kicking his leg in
the air, with me still holding his thigh.  Soon, he stops struggling, laying
flat on the floor like a piece of dead meat.

I stand up, wiping the sweat off my eyes so I can see better. 

He lays on the floor, spitting out dirty words from his
rough lips.  After a long while, he manages to stand up.  “You’re fucking
lucky.  My new shoes are too tight.”

“You’re so fucking right.  Go n’ get the old ones.” I don’t
bother hiding my smirk.

“Watch me fix this asshole next year.”  he mumbles, pushing
his way through the crowd with his poker-face followers at his fat ass.