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Mu Zeta Omicron (consensual impalement)

The memory of Jayden from last year's orgy burns bright in my mind; the girl who wanted her sorority sisters to watch; the girl who wanted her ankles and knees strapped tight; the squirming girl who came so many times even while she was puking her guts out as her life faded.

This year I'm that girl. Next year will be a girl named Sally. All of us failures at college and at life, but all hungry for the ultimate fuck.

My sorority sisters are in the main hall, sweaty and screaming during the first orgy of the fall semester; It's a hazing for the new girls who scream the loudest and a farewell for the girl leaving. This year I'm the one leaving.

I'm laying belly down across our housemother Kate's lap in the sunroom on the same couch as Jayden did. Kate's working me as my head hangs over the end of the couch, my puke pail under my face.

Yes, I'm going to puke. I'm going to puke a lot, but puking has always been orgasmic for me like it was for Jayden, and I wonder if it will be for Sally a year from now.

Mu Zeta Omicron is an unofficial, off-campus sorority for sexual adventure-seeking girls, and the first orgy of the fall semester is all about penetration; penetration of pussies, penetration of bums; and penetration of throats. New girls are expected to experience all three during the orgy, and one lucky or hopeless girl gets to experience the ultimate penetration as her final adventure at the hands of our housemother. I consider myself both hopeless and lucky.

I want this. I've wanted it since I witnessed that first girl take it from Kate. How she begged and humped her belly.

For my first orgy I was an innocent girl full of dirty thoughts fresh out of Indiana and I lost the virginity of pussy, bum, and throat that day. My pussy and bum hurt bad, but turned to pleasure once I relaxed and let my body absorb the pounding. But being throat-fucked the first time was pure heaven for me. I'd been bulimic for years and making myself regurgitate my stomach empty had been the only form of sex for me through high school. Cumming with my fingers down my throat while I masturbated to orgasm is what kept me a virgin through my teens. I never dreamed there would be boys - or girls - who would help me get to that sweaty orgasmic spew as I lost control and pissed myself while I emptied my belly.

But I learned there were girls like me and boys who liked to play with girls like us when I joined Mu Zeta Omicron. College was a four year orgy for me and my grades showed it. So did the three abortions and all the failed courses that led to the Dean's letter telling me I was no longer welcome at school. I'm both hopeless and lucky, trading a shit post-college life for a final glorious orgasmic penetration by housemother Kate who is an expert at arousing my body's secret places.

That's why I'm belly down over Kate's lap, so horny my g-spot throbs and aches as she fucks my bum with the fireplace poker while the orgy rages on the other side of the closed door.

It's not one of those pokers with a point and a hook, thank god. It's just a squared steel pointed shaft and it feels rough in my bumhole as she strokes it in and out.

\"Go easy.\" I murmur, \"... fuck ...\"

We measured the poker yesterday by laying it on my belly, the handle on my mound and the tip just shy of my sternum; once the coiled steel handle is inside my bum the point will be at the base of my gullet. That's what the puke pail is for, and I loaded my belly with Champagne Margaritas as the orgy got started.

Drinking and watching the boys fucking the girls, I toyed with my pussy and bum, musing how loose they were compared to when I first arrived. From across the room Kate watched me drinking and masturbating with a smile on her face until my belly was plump with champagne and fruit juice. Then she wove her way through the humping bodies, slapped Sally on her bare bum and took my hand, lifting me to my feet.

\"It's time, my special girl.\" and I let her lead me to the sunroom for my last and ultimate penetration.

\"Come watch if you want.\" I told Sally as we passed her, sounding like my usual cocky self, but feeling a mix of quivering excitement and fear.

\"I'm afraid.\" I lean into Kate and whisper, \"I'm afraid I won't go like Jayden.\"

\"I'll get you there, special girl.\" Kate promised, \"I'll get you all the way there, I promise.\"

It was an obsession of Kate's to groom one of us to be her special girl each year. Jayden last year, me this one, and Sally next. I envied Sally the year in front her; all the exploration, all the orgasms, all from the cheerful and skilled Kate. I remembered Kate's encouraging voice in the past weeks training me for this moment, using long firm dildos and her arms to delve deeper inside me than ever before.

\"Good girl.\" she'd say and I could hear the smile in her voice, \"Just a little deeper. Take a little more. Good girl.\"

Kate is an amazing lover; enjoying my pleasure more than I did; exploring new things to give me the strongest orgasms in my life. With Kate I learned I loved enemas, fisting, and deep, deep penetrations up my bum. I spent so many nights on this couch in the sunroom losing my mind with her hands and toys on and in my body. Sometimes it was just the two of us, sometime my sorority sisters watched and masturbated. I didn't care who watched, but today I'm all Kate's and we're alone unless Sally works up the courage to come watch.

I'm squirming on Kate's lap as she slow-fucks me with the poker and pinches my nipples. I feel the cold steel changing angles, digging, pulling and rearranging my sigmoid and descending colons, moving them to the centreline of my belly like she once did with her fist. Her hand and arm were soft and flexible, but the poker is hard and rigid as she moves it inside me, my belly resists being rearranged.

Something in my belly cramps painfully as the poker pushes against it, like a knot that won't come loose. Kate keeps working the barrier, pushing firmly with each thrust, dragging my rectum and bumhole up inside me.

I want her to own me, to send me off with ever increasingly powerful orgasms, to make me want that final one with my face hanging off the end of the sofa, unleashing everything I have into my puke bucket.

My full bladder is aching and my belly is cramping and I begin to doubt my orgasm will materialize. I cast my memory back to Jayden, taking the poker with seeming ease, screaming out her orgasms right up until Kate pushed it home with a light giggle, delighted as Jayden bucked and quivered, gripping her pussy with one hand, her throat opening as she spewed herself empty and pissed all over the sofa.

I want that moment. I want that so badly, but it seems elusive as Kate keeps working the poker in my belly.

\"... hurts ...\" I murmur, \"... deep ...\"

Two more strokes and I gasp as I feel something unfold inside me, then quiver up the centre of my belly, straight from bumhole to stomach. I feel the poker sliding deeper as my bowel spasms around it, shiver-bumps dancing over my bum and crotch and up the skin of my heaving belly.

The knot has unravelled and Kate works the poker deeper, straight up my core and my belly calms. It's feeling better. Feeling sexual. Feeling final. And my belly is hungry for it.

My last fuck. Oh god, this is my last fuck. The knowledge slams home and as it does my belly floods with orgasmic undulations, my bowels squirming around the slithering poker as Kate pumps it through my belly going deeper, deeper, deeper.

I grunt, strain, cry out, then suddenly I feel my belly sag and grow fluid and loose while the poker continues to plunge through it.

\"Oh yeah.\" I feel my orgasm building, \"Oh god that's so good.\"

I want it, I want to swallow that poker and feel what Jayden felt as the storm of her final orgasm exploded inside her.

\"I can take it all. I can take it all now.\" I cry out, my voice hoarse, and Kate fucks me deeper, impossibly deep. I feel the pressure pressing upward against my bloated stomach.

\"You got me. You got me.\" I say as I surrender, \"Oh. I love it. I love it. You got me.\"

My orgasm blooms hard and bright in my belly as the poker presses sharp against my stomach and I gag then heave.

\"Oh, yeah-h-h-h.\" Kate's tone is playful as she laughs and pushes hard and I feel my bumhole swallow the wider handle as the tip penetrates and finds the bottom of my gullet.

A powerful orgasm erupts in my belly as my stomach convulses with a second one; the Champagne Margaritas gurgling up my throat and out my open mouth like a total body ejaculation, skewered and fucked from bumhole to throat. I'm ecstatic, gripped by this total body orgasm as Kate pumps the handle with her fingers inside my blown bumhole, fucking my entire core. I love the feeling of the poker riding inside my gullet like an infernal metal cock.

Like Jayden, my last orifice opens and I piss all over the sofa as I ride this ecstasy on Kate's lap.

I'm still quivering and gagging violently through this soul-devouring orgasm when I hear the sunroom door squeak open and the loudness of the orgy rushes in.

I hear Sally cry out from the open door as she watches my final moments; \"I feel sick ... oh I feel sick.\" she whines and I think; Oh baby, you don't know the half of it, in a year you'll be begging for this. Like I did. Like every lucky and hopeless girl before us did.

It's a lovely thought to end on.

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