Micro Monday, Flash Fiction
Sorority Life
Those dicks won’t suck themselves
There are ups and downs to living in the sorority house, especially when it’s gang-bang night (but that’s another story), but my favourite time of the week is glory-hole night. I always sign up to be one of the willing mouths behind the hole. You never know who’s dick it is, and they seem to be so much bigger when they’re sticking out of the hole in the wall. They’re also prettier when you don’t have to see (or smell) the fool that they’re attached to. It’s like a dildo stuck to the wall, except with a tasty treat at the finish.
I’m so excited, since today is glory-hole day. I’ve skipped all my classes — I’m pre-law since I’m going to be the next Elle Woods, without the boyfriend to weigh me down — and spent the day naked in bed, dreaming of big dicks, sliding through a hole for me to suck on.
After about my tenth orgasm, I remembered my momma’s excellent advice, “Never rub it raw. There’s always a new cock coming around the corner.” She never knew exactly how right she was. My new sixty inch television — if only cocks were THAT big — was being delivered by Amazon. They were going to install it, too. Who can’t help but get horny when a man drills your wall. The drill bit sliding in and out of my willing drywall. It’s just so hot.
I hear the delivery guys talking, and trying to move that big box of mine — I love it when two men handle my big box — up the tight, hot stairway. I hear them, finally, just outside my room. Number nine, but I’ve hung a six in front of the number, just because I’m a joker. I can hear them talking.
“Hey Joe, is this the right room? It’s number 69, and the order says number 9.”
“Louie, that room is number 8, and that room there is number 10. This one’s in-between them, so it’s number 9. See, the 6 is just in pen. It’s some horny sorority girl’s idea of a joke.”
“I like horny sorority girls, Joe.” Louie doesn’t sound too bright. He’s probably packing heat, then. God can’t be so mean to let men be stupid and small dicked, can she?
“You like anything horny, Louie. Anything at all.”
My kind of man.
“My new TV?” I scream as I fling open the door. I had quickly grabbed a small towel and loosely wrapped it around my body. My breasts were almost completely bare, and you could just see the bottom of my pussy under the towel. My plan was to drop the towel immediately, but when I saw the deliverymen — old, sweaty, fat and staring in wonder — I thought about it for a second. And then I dropped the towel and invited them in.
Any dick inside me is better than no dick at all.
Emily (Little Miss Right Now) isn’t interested in later. Gotta live for the moment, for right now. Read her stories ’cause that’s as close as you’re gettin’!
The local preacher man used to call her a sinner while he boned her hard, but when there’s no future, how can there be sin?
Read another of her sexy stories here.
