Harvard is for Beautiful Perverts Serialization: Part Two

By BB Ellioto

Read Part One of this four part serialization first!! "Harvard is for Beautiful Perverts" is an irreverent, sexy, humorous and entirely fictitious expose’ of Harvard’s perverted Greek life. Further, at 106,000 words, it is by far my longest, most elaborate work to date. If you liked the writing style and twisted situations in the previous books, you will find that "Harvard is for Beautiful Perverts" kicks it up a notch.
In it, we find Jack, Nadine and Anita visiting a highly unusual street fair sponsored by Harvard University sororities and fraternities. In order to visit the Houses, our hero’s must strip and have clothes painted on their bodies...as do most of the other visiting underclassmen and Harvard wannabe’s. Once in the sorority, Nadine abuses a gay black pledge (a 6'8" 285 pound Harvard basketball player) assigned to a sorority by his Pledge Master to pleasure female visitors. Having no desire to pleasure women, she makes him perform in spectacular fashion. The on-looking coed's are shocked at Nadine's painful but effective methods. Jack, on the other hand, is ushered into the sorority’s Male Hospitality Room. He comes face to face with sixteen hungry Sisters ready to compete for his meat. Compete they do; Jack does them all.
Upon leaving the sorority, our intrepid trio visits the gay fraternity next door, Itchy Scratchy Epsilon. Nadine continues to abuse the gay basketball players while Jack finds himself bound into one of the most elaborate Glory Holes ever made. Needless to say, by the time they are ready to leave, our hero's are happy and satisfied. Enjoy, naughty readers! Enjoy!

• Language: English
• Publisher: BB Ellioto
• Release date: Oct 2, 2016
• ISBN: 9781370685530

BB Ellioto

BB and His Writing StyleBB “Tits” Ellioto is a dirty little monkey determined to present to the world the most courageous, outrageous sex adventures in modern literature. Why? Simply because good, well written, unabashed erotic literature is hard to find. Much of the explicit writings of today that involve BDSM are too grim. Too unyielding. Very little is written with wit and panache. I believe that the avid reader prefers an exciting, stimulating novel that will take them out of their comfort zone yet not in a way that would leave them upset or overly uncomfortable. Writing about curious teenagers with a penchant for sadomasochism and bondage presents the challenge of keeping it readable as they go about the business of abusing one another. By that I do NOT mean I strive to keep it light. The pain/pleasure the players force on each other is actually emphasized and deeply explored. Yet it is done in a way that is designed to entertain, stimulate and amuse. Taking the above into consideration, I believe that I have achieved an excellent balance in my writings. The reader has every opportunity to live vicariously in the shoes of the players, experiencing life from the viewpoint of both the sadist as well as the masochist. Wit and subtle humor are the offsetting elements to these stories that make them so very entertaining. The reader can easily sit back in their favorite chair and anticipate hours of a signature pleasure not easily found elsewhere. For more information on BB's writings, please feel free to visit the website dedicated to these books, www.sexsally.com.Best regards,BB “Tits” Ellioto

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Harvard is for Beautiful Perverts Serialization

Part Two

This is Part Two of a four part serialization

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Book Five of the multi Book series:

An Exchange Student’s American Adventures

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BB Ellioto

Author's note: All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

This is a work of fiction. Any references to historical events, real people or real locales are used fictitiously. Other names, characters, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead; business establishments; schools; foundations; local, state or federal governments; events or locales are entirely coincidental.

Author's note: All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

Harvard is for Beautiful Perverts Serialization

Part Two

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Book Five of the multi Book series:

An Exchange Student’s American Adventures

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Table of Contents

Chapter Six Nadine Gets Her Clutches On Tyrone’s 16 Incher: A Gay Boy Who Doesn’t Wanna

Chapter Seven Booth B: Dildo Shooting & Who Is the Wettest…and Tastiest?

Chapter Eight Tyrone to Nadine: You Gotsta Stop! Yous Disturbin’s My Equalibriums!

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Chapter Six

Nadine Gets Her Clutches on Tyron’s Sixteen Incher: A Gay Boy Who Doesn’t Wanna (continued)

Go, Goldie. SLAP. The slap was cathartic to her, echoing around the room, rattling the window.

Yowwwwwch! I’m doin’ it! I’m doin’ it! Tyrone burst out, now eager to cooperate.

Oh yeah, bitch? You can stick that tongue out farther than that! Nadine said, slapping him in the face. Wow. Finally. He was finally trying. She knew it. Matched his cock. That pointy tongue was seven inches long.

Ah don like Harvard anymoe, he whimpered.

Nadine laughed cruelly. Try Radcliff. It’s all girls, she sneered. Speaking of girls… Instantly she had the attention of the room’s masturbating women. She gestured contemptuously with her head. See Moe and Curley sucking each other off? Don’t you the fuck see opportunity when it comes a knocking? If they have enough energy to suck cock then they sure as hell have enough energy to eat pussy. You and you, she speared two of the girls with a fiery glower. Pull those queers apart and hop on their dicks. And you and you. Pull your fingers out of your cunts, for crying out loud. Get over there and sit on their faces! What the fuck do your think they’re here for? Posing for holy pictures? Now move it!

Horny as hell, the four girls scrambled, falling on the two giggling cock suckers, tearing them apart, pushing them on their backs. Within twenty seconds two of the girls, emulating Nadine with fists full of nappy hair, had the boys gobbling faces pulled well up into their aroused coochies. In another twenty seconds, the other two had the boys spit-slicked cocks buried deep. They rode those thick black cocks with more intensity than dear departed Lemmie screaming out the lyrics to Ace of Spades. Satisfied that she had done her good deed of the day, Nadine turned back to her captive male whose tongue was still at the ready. All right, Tiny. Now I want you to…

I wish you wouldn’t call me ‘Tiny’, he interrupted in a small voice.

Jezzus! Her voice was full of scorn, clearly exasperated. What do you people want me to do, take an etiquette lesson before I get a chance to fuck?

Sorry. Since I guess I have to do everting you want, could you call me Vel? Tyrone asked sheepishly. Or ma formal Itchy Scratchy name, Velveeta? Please? Tyrone sniveled. He was a broken man.

That again, eh? Yeah, sure…Vel, Nadine sneered. Now stop talking! I want to see that tongue sticking out of your mouth like the tail on a British Pointer.

I hate you.

Shut up, Nadine growled.

Finally having wrapped up all the loose ends, this time expecting unbridled ecstasy, Nadine again got on her knees and spread her legs wide over the head of the trembling man. She again forced her calves under his triceps and got comfortable.

Ohhhh, Tyrone’s voice quivered in antipathy. Looking up at the nightmare of loose malignant skin that he would shortly have to scarf with all his might, he was despondent.

I feel so fragile, Tyrone sniffed dejectedly.

I said, ‘Shut up!’ Nadine shouted, feeling her body preparing for a wild ride to orgasm. Since the big twink was now going to cooperate, she no longer needed two fistfuls of hair. She settled for one. Grabbing a handful of the thick nappy tangle on the top of his head, with a ‘splat’ she jerked his face into her wet snatch.

Eat it! Nadine demanded of the pitifully moaning stud. She expected and got an immediate response. Grinning lasciviously, she leaned back, pulling Tyrone’s muff diving head with her. Nadine slashed her pussy firmly up and down and around and around his features, distorting them into a mimic of a frightening Poe character. As she bucked her hips, his lips and tongue blindly writhed against her tender sex. As before, his nose was particularly welcome in the mouth to her vagina. She listened to it squelch in the sopping hole. For three minutes Nadine let Tyrone do his thing as she fucked his face; his lips and tongue and nose were fabulous, she was getting mighty worked up.

Now for the make-or-break moment, Nadine thought. Spear! she demanded. Damn if the Twinky didn’t immediately spear her vag with his pointed tongue. Oh! And was it nice! The thick, rough muscle snaked in there fast, spent a second, wiggled, and then disappeared just as fast.

That’s not right! Nadine lied, having enjoyed every bit of it, not right at all! I barely felt it! Spear! In it went, fast as you please. And out. Better than any dildo made.

Spear, bitch! Nadine shouted. Deeper! In and out it went. Much deeper. Wow. Her eyes almost crossed with that one.

It tase like old catfish! Tyrone moaned, coming up for air.

You call that oral, mother fucker? Nadine foamed, ignoring him, trying to channel Madonna emasculating Guy Richie. Spear! Spear! Spear!

"Ummm, maybe she does need to read a book on etiquette," Goldie whispered to Judith.

Tyrone speared that tight channel with more desperation than a thirsty hound searching for that last drop in the bottom of a milk bottle. He no longer cared about the taste or smell or…yuck…the feel of this beotch’s loose flappy folds smearing slime all over his face. How do guys do this and enjoy it, he wondered. It was as if…

You can get it in deeper than that, Tiny! I mean Vel, Nadine shouted. Fuck was he good! This pink flamingos’ tongue was a gift from Athena. And just think, she thought, he had no clue he was so good. No clue at all. Resetting herself, she prepared to gallop her way to orgasm.

Spear! Spear! Spear! Eat it! Eat it! she gasped in mounting pleasure, riding him fast and hard. Her body twisted as she rode, the arm that was not tearing hair out of his head was circling in the air for balance. Spear! Spear! Spear! she groaned. She could feel it. Her orgasm was welling up. Tyrone was coming through.

Just look at her, Judith whispered to Goldie as they diddled each other, unable to tear their eyes away from Nadine’s exquisite abuse. "Doesn’t she look like that Remington bronze of the cowpoke breaking the palomino?

Oh yes, Goldie said, recognizing the similarity instantly. It’s called the Bronco Buster.

That’s it, Judith agreed. She’s busting him but good. She coveted Nadine’s passionate exuberance with a barely concealed jealously. She wanted to be the girl breaking the big stud, not some random visitor. Like Goldie, all she could do was seethe.

Suddenly Tyrone’s tongue brushed Nadine’s G Spot. Oh wow! No boy had ever got their tongue in so deep that they could do that.

God damn, Velveeta! Nadine praised, Now that’s some fine spearing. Feels like you’re getting the hang of it. Do that again. Rub that little bump in there with the tip of your tongue. All this will end a lot faster if you do, she lied.

Tyrone, blinking girly juice spray out of his eyes, took to the sudden praise like a puppy being potty-trained. He