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This is basically story about sex between men, however there is an incidental sex scene between a male and a female college student.
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Story:
Steve Sears and I were both students at a large university in the Midwest. We were also on the football team together; he was the quarterback and I was a cornerback. I never liked Steve's swagger nor his bragging about his sexual conquests. I certainly did not like my younger sister Melanie dating him. To hear her talk about him it was obvious that she considered him to be a catch, at least in bed. Not only was he the big man on the team, being the quarterback, but he was also king of the locker room, with the largest dick and balls swinging in the showers. According to Melanie he also knew how to use it in bed. I'll have to take her word on that.
Even though I never cared for Steve, I didn't hate him. He was a great quarterback and I have to admit that his cocksure attitude on the field with teammates following his lead did carry many games for us.
Or I should say I didn't hate him until Melanie showed up on my doorstep early one morning in tears. At first all she could get out through her sobs was, "Steve". I assumed he had unceremoniously dumped her, which would not be surprising considering he liked to brag about the numbers of girls he fucked. As her story came out I was horrified. Steve had raped her at a party last night. I was furious that something like that could happen to my sweet sister. Yet somehow I was not surprised that Steve was capable of doing it.
Apparently Steve had gotten Melanie drunk. I know my sister does not like to drink. In fact I have only seen Melanie drink one or two glasses of wine at the most at any party. She has told me that she has tried beer before, but she doesn't like the taste or the way it goes down. So she only drinks it occasionally to be social when there's nothing else to drink.
To continue with Melanie's story..... Steve was pledging a frat that had a frat party last night. All the pledges were, to use Melanie's words, "acting stupid" and "competing with each other" to get in. Each pledge was trying to outdo the other pledges by coming up with the most outlandish stunts. Melanie did not want to stay around Steve and his "asshole friends". Steve pleaded with her to stay telling her it was important that he make a good impression with the frat so he could get in. Putting his arm around her and flashing his famous smile, he also told her that all the frat brothers liked Melanie and wanted her to stay.
So Melanie stayed. And ended up drinking beer and punch. The frat brothers considered wine to be too "girly" for a frat pledge party so none was there. Earlier in the year I had been to a couple of their frat parties and knew from first hand experience they liked spiked punch to get girls drunk.
An hour or two later Melanie and Steve were sitting on the couch talking with the president of the frat, Matt, when Matt suggested they do shots. Melanie had never done shots before and didn't want to get drunk, but Steve assured her the shots had almost no alcohol. He said the peppermint shot was basically flavored water so she tried a taste and liked it. The party was in full swing and Melanie saw some other girls doing the peppermint shots which put her mind (which was foggy from the spiked punch) at ease. Believing she was drinking flavored water she quickly had six or seven shots.
The next thing she remembered was Steve leading her to a spare bedroom and to the bed where he started groping her. She tried to push him away, but he overpowered her and grabbed her arms. Before she knew it her arms were tied from behind and to the bedposts. She could not escape. In no time at all, Steve had Melanie's jeans down. Not even bothering to undress he simply unzipped, pulled his cock out and plunged into her.
As Steve was fucking her, she heard someone telling Steve to "knock the bitch up". It took her a second or two to recognize the voice, but she finally figured out it was Matt, the frat president. At first Melanie she wasn't paying attention to Matt's words, as she struggled to get Steve off her. But when Melanie started paying attention to what Matt was yelling, she realized Steve was not wearing a condom (she had always insisted that he do so) and that this was the worst time of the month for her; she could very well become impregnated. After Steve shot his fertile load in her, he just jumped up and grinned at Matt. Matt gave him a high five saying, "Welcome to the frat, bro!" Then Steve zipped up and walked out laughing and joking with Matt, leaving Melanie still tied to the bed. She was exhausted and too drunk to move and passed out. When she came to her restraints had been removed so she put her clothes on and made her way home where she took a shower. She couldn't sleep and that's when she showed up at my doorstep.
As Melanie told the story, I was furious. How dare Steve and Matt play with people as though they were toys? How dare they harm my sweet and innocent younger sister! And since it was a frat pledge party who knew if someone else had raped her as she lay passed out on the bed (though I didn't tell her that).
I suggested that Melanie report it to the police and go to the hospital. Melanie did not want to, feeling that it would ruin her reputation and that the college would support the school's star quarterback. She felt powerless and humiliated. As I comforted Melanie sitting next to me I came up with a plan for revenge on Steve.
First, I knew that Steve had a single in the dorms. After a little research I created a profile on one of the gay online hookup sites aimed at the S&M and bondage crowd. I filled in a profile with Steve's information. I know that most people use fake names, and stretch the truth when it comes to such things as dick size, muscles, age, etc. But Steve was a prime college football quarterback and 100% hunk. There was no need to make up anything. In fact I put Steve's real first and last names as part of his login. I thought, with some irony, that Steve's profile must have been the only one on any hook-up site, gay or straight, that was 100% accurate. Since Steve was well known around campus I easily found a half dozen of his pics from several friends' social media accounts. Under the guise of typical male college locker room behavior, I was able to use my cell phone to snap a few of him nude in the showers, mostly of his ass, though I had a couple with both his big dick and face in them. It was a stroke of good luck that one full frontal came out looking just like a picture someone would take for hooking up online.
After I completed Steve's profile on the S&M/bondage site I would sign in almost everyday (always at one of the many cafes near campus with online access) over a period of a month and chatted with the guys who were interested in getting together with a hot college guy... and the pictures of Steve I had posted on the site drew a lot of responses. I finally settled on four guys with profiles (and videos!) who were just what I was looking for. It was time to put the next phase of the plan into place.
One Wednesday about a month after Steve had raped my sister, I was able to sneak into Steve's dorm room while he was taking a shower. Using his computer I logged into the S&M/bondage site with the account I had set up for Steve's and sent a quick e-mail to the four guys who were essential to the plan. It was essential to the plan that the e-mail come from Steve's computer.
Then on Friday night I was out with my football teammates, including Steve, celebrating our latest victory at some local bar. My plan required Steve to be alone in his room so I ran interference, making sure the star of the team didn't score with any of the girls. I watched Steve drink a lot and curse his luck at not being able to find a hot girl to fuck. By 2 am, when the bars closed, Steve was stumbling just a bit.
A couple of the other football players and I helped Steve up to his room. I went over to the small fridge in his room and filled a large glass with some orange juice. While the other guys were preoccupied with getting Steve turned over on his chest, I slipped two Viagra I had crushed earlier into the orange juice. I knew that Steve, being straight, would not get a hard-on for what I had planned for him later, but I needed him hard. Before and after practice in the locker room he had often bragged about taking a Viagra when he wanted to fuck all night. Tonight he was getting two.
We stayed a few minutes while I watched him drink his spiked oj. After turning him onto his stomach so he would be face down (in case he threw up) we left. On the way out, one of the other guys said, "We should leave the door unlocked in case we need to check on him in the morning." My plan was going better than expected. I didn't have to make the suggestion to keep the door unlocked, which might throw suspicion on me if anything went wrong with my plan.
One of the football players who helped put Steve to bed was my roommate. As we walked together to our dorm we expressed our usual concern towards Steve and hoped he wouldn't have too much of a hangover the next morning. When we got back to the dorm, our next-door neighbor had a party going on in his room. Knowing we wouldn't be able to sleep through the noise we joined in the late night fun. I slipped out of the party for a few minutes and made my way to Steve's dorm room where I quickly sent four short e-mails from Steve's computer reading, "I'm drunk as hell and "passed out".... I'm ready. Come on over and let's do it. Remember to follow the directions from Wednesday's e-mail." I quickly made my way back to join my roommate at the neighbor's party so as not to be missed.
Part 2
