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Sigma Iota Omicron

By: orie



We were all instructed to get out of our clothes, put on the robe in our room and come down to the living room. I thought this is a weird way to start life in a sorority. I should back up, just a little.

Although I am now in my thirties, then I was just beginning my freshman year. It was Rush Week, when all the fraternities and sororities recruited members. Sigma Iota Omicron was different. It didn't recruit or accept pledges; it just invited special members to join. If you agreed, then you were accepted—provided you completed orientation, lived by the rules and never complained about them.

My mother was a SIO, and so I was a legacy. Of the seven girls now assembled in the living room wearing only a terrycloth robe, four were legacies. The other three were a tall black girl, an Asian, and a beautiful red head with a delightful Irish brogue.

We were instructed to take a seat on the hard backed dinning room chairs lined up facing the room. The other SIO's were seated on the couches, chairs and cushions on the floor. There were twenty-five other girls with a mix of hair colors, skin colors and body styles. The one thing in common was they were all gorgeous.

A tall, blond entered the room accompanied by two other girls. She took her place in front of us with her back to the rest of the room.

"Welcome to SIO. You are now a Recruit. If you complete the orientation, you will be a younger sister for your freshman year. Then, you will be a sister, like the rest of the girls in this room. As a sister you will pledge eternal loyalty to your other sisters and to SIO."

The tall blond looked around at all the other girls and we smiled broadly at her. She continued, "I am your big sister. Other sororities have presidents, you have a big sister. You may call me Big Sister Julie. You may call the other girls Sister. As, Sister Annie on my left and Sister Kaitlin on my right."

"Our mission at SIO is to help you become the most successful women possible. Your initiation—we prefer to call it orientation-- is really training. We will help you understand how to use all that you possess in physical, mental and psychic beauty to become successful. Your brains, your talents, your personality, and yes, your body and your looks will be addressed so you know how to use each to reach the top of your chosen fields."

Big Sister Julie smiled at us, and we all began to believe her. I knew that my mother was incredibly successful. She was a psychiatrist in private practice, served one day a week in a low income clinic, was on a couple non-profit boards, and was recently elected to the board of one our state's largest banks. In addition, she was the coolest mom I knew.

When we talked about this college and SIO, my mom told me to be prepared to stretch myself, learn new things about myself and others, to experience incredible new adventures and to embrace the whole experience—no matter how intimidating it may be. She smiled and said after the first year, she and I would have a "sister to sister" talk, and I could ask her the million questions she knew I would have by then.

Julie looked at us and began again. "Some of you may have heard the term, shave-tailed recruits. It comes from the military and means brand new recruits. Now, that's what you girls are going to be--shaved-tail recruits." Julie smiled once more showing perfect white teeth. "Now, girls, please stand and drop your robes."

We all looked at each other, probably thinking the same thing. "She wants us to stand naked in front of the entire sorority?"

Julie said it again, this time without a smile. "Girls, you have to learn the First Rule for recruits. Whenever I or any sister gives you an order, you must obey. Obey at once and without hesitation. If you do, you will find this orientation time valuable; if you do not, you will find the consequences will be valuable, but certainly not as pleasant. So, girls, drop your robes."

I, like the others, slowly undid the sash, opened the robe and let it fall to the floor. There we were, seven totally nude eighteen year old girls standing in front of a room of beautiful and fully clothed older girls.

"Well, done, Recruits. And, my suspicions have been confirmed. Please take a look at each other and then answer me why you are all unqualified to be considered shave-tailed recruits for SIO?"

Shyly we turned our heads and checked out the other naked girls. I was standing between the tall black girl and the red headed Irish lass. I looked at the black girl, who had to be at least 6'2". She had large breasts that were a café au lait color in contrast to the dark coffee skin on her face, arms and legs. Her enormous breasts stood up as if by some invisible force. Her nipples were dark chocolate and were centered in slightly milk chocolate areolas. She had a six pack stomach, accented by a gold belly button ring. Her legs were long and shapely, with clearly defined muscles. Her butt was wide, but looked firm. She had a thick patch of dark, wiry hair between her legs that was shaped into a wide rectangle.

The red head was about my height, 5'7", with incredibly curly hair cascading over her shoulders. Her skin was milky white with a covering of freckles reaching from her forehead, over her shoulders and fading out as they reached her blindingly white breasts. Her breasts were average sized with sort of a teardrop look. She had a tiny areola with a small rosebud nipple on each. She was not muscular like the black girl, but had a nice shape with wide hips and freckled covered legs. Her pubic hair was an outrageous tangle of red curls that spread out onto her thighs and poked up toward her navel.

They both checked me out to see my short cropped brunette hair, done to accent my long neck. I had small breasts, 32A, with puffy nipples on top of rose colored areolas. Being small, my breasts and nipples stood firmly on my chest. I have narrow hips and shapely legs. My own private area is a dark patch of silk, trimmed but not shaved.

We quickly looked over the other naked Recruits and noticed that they all had different shapes and sizes of breasts, legs, butts and torsos. I then realized what we all had in common, and what Big Sister Julie was probably referring to.

"So," Julie asked? "Why are you Recruits non-compliant?"

No one spoke for a minute, then I slowly raised my hand.

Julie asked me my name. "Andy—short for Andrea," I replied.

"Well, Recruit Andy, what's the answer?"

I gulped and said in a timid voice, "Is it because we all have, um, you know, like, um, hairy pussies"

The other Sisters laughed. "Exactly, Recruit Andy'" said Julie. "So, the first thing is to take care of this problem. I want you to pair up and help each other out. And, I mean you are not to groom yourself, one of your fellow recruits will do you and then you can return the favor. Then you can put your robes back on and come down for your first education session."

Again, I raised my hand. Julie frowned, but nodded in my direction. "Uh, Julie,..."

"Big Sister Julie," she corrected.

"Sorry, Big Sister Julie, uh, couldn't we each just sorta take care of ourselves?"

"Recruit Andy, you are really helpful today. First, you enlightened your fellow recruits on why they can't be considered shave-tails, now you give us a splendid opportunity to instruct your fellow recruits on the First Rule, which is?"

Julie's eyes burned into mine. I felt my throat go dry and tried to remember what she said just a couple minutes ago. I shook my head like an idiot.

Julie grinned, but it was not a happy grin. "Step forward, Recruit Andy."

I took a shaky step toward her. Julie put her hand out to Sister Kaitlin, who handed her a ping-pong paddle.

"Turn around, Recruit Andy, and face your Sister Recruits." I did so and heard Julie speaking from behind me. "The First Rule is to always obey an order from a Sister. Do you remember now?"

"Yes, Jul...Big Sister Julie."

"Good. Now, Recruit Andy, please spread your legs."

Feeling vulnerable, but afraid to disobey, I spread my legs a couple inches, anticipating what was to come. 

"Farther," said Julie.

I spread them farther and then felt the edge of the paddle pushing against the inside of my thighs. I spread my legs farther, until I thought I might lose my balance.

"Bend over and grab your calves," instructed Julie.

I complied, realizing how exposed my backside was to Julie and all the girls sitting behind me.

"Lovely," spoke Julie. I felt what I thought must be the handle of the paddle move up the inside of my right thigh and then stop at my exposed lips. The handle outlined their shape and nudged them open. I felt completely exposed, mortified and a bit turned on.

"Lovely," repeated Julie. "Sisters, doesn't Recruit Andy have a beautiful little puss winking at us?" There were murmurs of agreement from the girls. I then felt the bat being balanced on my lower back and soft hands feeling my butt cheeks. The hands spread my cheeks exposing my anus to the crowd. I heard a couple oohs and then felt a finger poking at my tightly puckered opening, which had only had things coming out and never anything in the other direction. I tensed even more as the digit slightly probed my rear. Finally, my cheeks were released and I gave a small sigh of relief.

That relief exploded in the next second when I felt the sharp smack of the paddle on my bare ass. Before I could do more than gasp, there were five more whacks, a total of three on each cheek. I cried out and stood up.

"Did I give you permission to stand up, Recruit Andy?"

I was softly rubbing my throbbing ass and holding back tears. I sniffled a reply of "No."

"Then, please resume the position." Dreading the outcome, I obeyed. Without warning, I felt six more attacks on my butt, and even sensed the pain in my exposed pussy lips.

This time I could not control my tears and openly started sobbing.

"Now, Recruit Andy, please stand up and face me."

I straightened and turned toward Julie. I heard a low murmur from the six Recruits behind me as they gazed at my ass that must be beet red now.

"What is the First Rule?"

"Always obey a Sister's order," I choked out between sobs.

Julie came up to me her face an inch from mine. She reached up and wiped my tears away with the cuff of her cotton shirt. She then slid her hands around me and cupped my aching ass. Her hands were cool and felt good on the hotness of my behind. Her eyes locked on mine and then she pinched each ass cheek hard. I opened my mouth in reaction only to find Julie's lips on mine and her tongue deep inside my mouth. The combination of the painful pinching, the sensuous kiss and the tongue probing me made my nipples harden and my juices stir. Julie removed her tongue, but kept pinching my cheeks. She kissed me softly on my lips. She then removed one hand from my ass and slid it to my breast, feeling the stiffened nipple. She took it between her fingers and pinched it, but not as painfully as her fingers continued to do on my behind. She pulled the hard nub and again I felt wetness between my legs. Her eyes were open and locked into mine. She saw the confusion in them as I struggled with the anger of being spanked and humiliated, pinched, kissed and now fondled. Julie also saw the raw rush of pleasure escaping from my eyes.

She broke off, and turning me by my shoulders gentled pushed me back to the line of other Recruits. I turned and took my place.

Julie paired the others, and since there were seven, put me, the Irish girl and the black girl together.

"Be back in one hour, with just your robes on, Recruits."

We all left for our rooms upstairs.

Grooming 101

Even though the robe was soft, it chaffed my sore ass as we climbed the stairs. As soon as we entered my bedroom, I tugged the robe off and stood in front of the full length mirror on the door. Turning and looking over my shoulder, I inspected the damage. My cheeks were red raw and I could see two scarlet places where Julie pinched them.

The Irish girl said, "That looks awful. Is it really painful?" I grimaced and nodded.

She introduced herself as Kathleen. I told her to call me Andy. The black girl came over and looked in the mirror to see my throbbing bottom. "Girl, you have got some serious hurtin' there. Damn, if Big J tried that on my thunder butt, I guarantee you that puny little paddle would have shattered into a thousand pieces." She grinned and patted me on the shoulder. "I'm Letetia." We shook hands and I immediately felt a bond with her.

"Shit, girl," Letetia continued, "Big J put some hot moves on you. Do you know her?"

Still gazing at my sore and scarlet butt, I said, "Just met her. I was really embarrassed."

"Well, it could be worse," said Letetia. "At least Big J is a hottie herself."

Just then the door opened and Sister Annie entered, followed by two other sisters carrying an assortment of bags, which turned out to be ours. 

The girls dropped them and left, then Annie spoke. "Big Sister Julie has decided that you three will share this room." She reached into her sweatshirt pocket and pulled out a tube of some sort of ointment. "Recruit Andy, I suggest your roommates apply some of this soon to your butt, it will help with the pain and make the skin heal faster." She tossed it to Letetia.

Then she told us we needed to get to work. "Andy you shave Letetia. Letetia, you do Kathleen, and then Kathleen you take care of Andy. Now, you two, take off your robes."

Kathleen and Letetia dropped them and stood along side of me. Annie looked closely at each of our hairy patches. From her back pocket, she pulled a pair of long, thin scissors. She crossed to Letetia and reached out and ran her hand through the big girl's wiry strip. Letetia pulled her hand away and twisted Annie's arm. 

"Let go of me or you will be very sorry," said Annie.

Letetia glared at her and reluctantly let her arm drop. 

"Do not ever touch a sister unless you are told to do so. We can touch Recruits, but you cannot touch us. Understood?"

Letetia gave her a big grin and said "Yes, Sister Annie." 

It was far from a sincere agreement.

Annie again grabbed the wiry pubic region and this time pulled with enough force to make Letetia rock forward. 

"This mess is so thick, you will need to trim it with the scissors and then shave it. Actually, all of you will have to start with the scissors. Be sure you get all the hair, including between your pussy and your asshole, and around your butt. We will inspect you and we want to see nothing but your pretty little slits."

She looked at each of us and reminded us that we were not to do ourselves, or the consequences would be harsh. With that, she took a seat on one of the bunk beds and waited.

"OK, Andy, get down—and I mean down, girl—to business," said Letetia.

Kathleen grabbed a towel and set it on the edge of one of the beds. Letetia sat and I knelt in front of her. Now, I have never been this close to another women's sex. In fact, other than some geeky practice make out sessions with a couple high school buddies, I never had a girl kiss me before. Now, I had been kissed, French kissed, groped, felt up, and my nose was five inches from the pussy of the biggest girl I had ever seen. Whoever said college would be full of new experiences certainly was a master of understatement.

I tentatively reached out and pulled a small tangle of hairs out as far as they would stretch. "You're not going to break my arm, are you?"

"You nip my honey pot with those scissors or that razor and you won't even have an arm left to break." I figured she was kidding, but I was going to be super cautious just to be sure.

I snipped, pulled snipped and repeated the action, until I had cleared Letetia's pubes down to a low layer. Kathleen handed me a can of shaving cream and a razor. I squirted a glob in my hand and rubbed it all over her crotch. I could feel her lips under my fingers. I slowly shaved away a mass of short curls, while avoiding the area close to her slit. I decided the only way to finish it was to run one finger down the insides of her lips, clearing away the cream, and then bring the razor right to the edge while pulling the flesh taut. I did so and felt the big girl squirm. "Am I hurting you?" I asked tentatively. 

"No, dammit girl, you are making me wet. Jus' do your thing and get the hell out of my pussy."

I finished up and wiped the cream away exposing two very large, meaty outer lips with the inner lips of bright pink showing through. Letetia lay back, pulled her feet up on the bed and spread her legs wide, so I could clean up all the strays. Her sex opened a little, and I could see more pink, some darker areas and the glistening of wetness. She then turned over, again spread-eagled and I completed the job around her anus. 

Letetia stood and walked to the mirror to examine herself. "Shit, that looks kinda sexy. My man is going to like eating from a clean plate."

We all laughed, including Sister Annie. "Nice job, Recruit Andy. Now, you two others get moving". 

Kathleen was next. Letetia repeated the snipping process on her, only she had about twice the amount of hair to trim with the scissors. When she got to shaving close to her slit, Kathleen put a hand over the black girl's. 

"My clit is so sensitive. I am already close to cummin', so please be careful."

Letetia caught my eye and winked. "Honey, you mean this little bump up here?" Letetia ran her fingers over the red stubble-covered hood with the tiny knob of flesh sticking up.

Kathleen screamed and clamped her legs shut, but we both knew it was too late. She gasped for breath, shook once or twice, raised her bottom off the bed and then collapsed.

"Damn, you are quick on the trigger. I bet the boys love you."

Kathleen, whose face was now as flushed as my battered butt, kept her eyes closed and softly said. "Other than my own little fingers, that is the first time anyone has been there."

"The fuck you say! You mean to say that I just gave you your first big O?"

"Aye, that's what I'm saying."

"Well, sorry, little one."

"Don't be sorry, it was brilliant!"

We all laughed. Annie urged us on so we would not be late getting back down stairs.

Letetia quickly completed the grooming of her front. Kathleen's lips were not nearly as meaty or large as Letetia's.

Kathleen stood up and turned to me. I sat on the bed and immediately jumped up. My butt was way too sore to sit. Letetia suggested I stand and put one leg on the bed. I did so and felt much more exposed than either of them looked. Kathleen took the scissors and started in. Following with the shaving cream, she had a touch as light as a butterfly, I seriously started dripping. Kathleen just looked up and smiled and kept the razor moving. Soon I was as bald as the others. I let Kathleen clean in between my legs and then bent over and she finished my backside. Looking across the room into the mirror, with my shaved beav, tiny tits, and short hair, I looked like a twelve year old escapee from a labor camp. 

Kathleen picked up the towel with the black, red and brown clippings and carefully carried it into the attached bathroom to dump in the wastebasket. Letetia then told me to get down on the bed on my tummy.

She took the tube and squeezed some cool liquid onto my cheeks. "Hey, Kathleen, you do one cheek and I'll do the other. I don't want the word going round that I'm the only one messing with all roomies."

Each sat on either side of me and softly rubbed the lotion into my sore butt. Kathleen's touch was like a caress, and Letetia's more like what you would expect from an experienced masseuse. It felt really good and I felt my self reacting to the touch and opening my legs. They each moved their hands to the insides of my thighs and rubbed the lotion there, almost imperceptivity and, I think accidentally, touching my outer lips.


Sigma Iota Omicron Ch. 02



(Summary: This is part two of how college freshmen are becoming part of the Sigma Iota Omicron sorority by showing their newly shaven private parts to anyone who asks in the right way to see them. Andy and Letetia are heading over to Letetia's boyfriend's room for some new adventures. Their main nemesis, Gretchen or The Bitch, continues to do her best to cause them much embarrassment) 

*

Charles' Room

After showering and dressing in our skirts and shirts, no underwear and no bra, we headed across campus to Charles' room. Letetia said that his roomie was home for the weekend and he had the room to himself. She made him promise to clean it up or we would turn around and leave.

Crossing the quad, we had to show our pussies to three groups of students. A girl from my English class said they were the two most beautiful pussies she had ever seen and asked if we would like to have her lick them. 

We declined the offer. We were almost to Charles' dorm when three guys crossed our path. One of them, I recognized as the Bitch's boyfriend, one guy I had seen before but didn't really know and the other was Brad, the dreamboat from my French class.

The Bitch's boyfriend made both of us lift our skirts. This time Brad again looked briefly at Letetia and then stared into my eyes. He avoided looking at my pussy, even as I shook it back and forth to be sure to get the other guys really hot.

He smiled and said, "Hi, I'm Brad. I'm in your French class."

He held out his hand. I had to drop my hem to grasp his hand. I realized he did this on purpose so I could cover up. I blushed recognizing his kindness.

I shook his hand and said, "Yeah, I know. I'm Andy."

"You're very good in class, your accent is excellent," he said. 

"Thanks, I spent a summer in France with an uncle. It helped a lot."

The other two guys had quickly lost interest after we put down our skirts.

"Come on, Brad, let's go," one said.

Brad did not even look at them, just said, "Go on, I'll catch up in a minute."

The other guys grumbled but moved on.

I introduced Brad to Letetia.

"So, you liked it?"

Brad looked puzzled.

"Hey, mister Cool Dude, I saw you check out this beautiful, black box of love. So, did you like it?"

Brad smiled and said, "Yes, I admit I looked and I think you are beautiful, and not just below the waist. Both of you are beautiful."

He returned his gaze to me and my stomach flipped.

"Sorry, I have to run. I'm meeting up with some friends for a touch football game."

"Ooh, sounds so fraternity-like," snarled Letetia. "Bet there will be a keg and a whole bunch of pretty little blond bitches jumping up and down on the sidelines."

Brad laughed. 

"Yep, all that and maybe some tuna sandwiches with the crusts cut off. But, I said I'd go, so I'll go."

"You always do what you say you will," asked Letetia with a strong tone of doubt.

"Try to," said Brad.

He turned back to me and said he looked forward to seeing me in class. 

"Maybe, you could help me with my accent," he asked.

"Peut-etre," I replied with a giggle.

He waved and jogged off in the direction of his buddies.

"Girl, I think that white-bread, All-American, Lacoste-wearing slice of hunkness wants a piece of your skinny little ass."

I elbowed Letetia and said mockingly, "Right."

Inwardly I hoped she was right, because I would gladly give him as much of my ass as he wanted.

We found Charles in his room, which did not look too bad for a jock's dorm.

He was dressed in baggy shorts and a basketball shirt, exposing his shoulders and powerful arms. He was at least six-seven and must weigh over 250 pounds. His head was clean shaven.

He picked up Letetia in his arms and swung her around. They kissed as he slipped his massive hands on her butt and pulled her tight.

Breaking away, he looked at me and reached out his hand. I shook it and he said, "Hi, Andy. You lookin' fine today."

He turned to Letetia and said, "You lookin' fine, too, Girl. Almost like you had yourself a great fuck. Am I right?"

Letetia snuck a glance at me and then kissed Charles again.

"Oh, yeah, baby. A primo fuck."

"Damn, that gets my blood going thinking about that."

I felt things were going way too fast, but I was caught up in the sexual tension in the room.

Letetia let her hand travel up and down the front of his shorts. 

"Well, babe, why don't you show Andy where all that blood is heading?"

Charles stepped back and in one smooth motion slid his shorts off. He was wearing no underwear. Letetia lifted the front of his shirt, and he peeled it off.

Standing naked in front of me, he displayed himself without shame.

He was heavily muscled from head to toe. His abs sported a fabulous six pack. He had no body hair except at his groin, where a thick and full wire jungle rested. Flowing from the jungle was a thick black cock. 

I have since seen and been with other black men and know that the myth of all black men having huge cocks is just that—a myth. But, on that day, Charles was the first black man I had even seen naked and he had the largest member that I had ever seen.

I stared without blinking. The cock hung straight down, a long thick vein pulsing on the top and ending before a huge mushroom cap tip. Charles' balls hung half-way down the length of his cock.

Letetia ran her hand up and down his length. 

"Isn't this a work of beauty?"

I could only nod.

Letetia quickly stripped off her clothes and knelt to take the tip in her mouth. I had never seen a woman do this and immediately felt the dampness between my legs.

Letetia kissed, licked and sucked, and Charles kept his gaze on me.

Letetia stood and faced me. 

"Let's show Charles something white and pretty," she said.

She came and stood behind me and undid my skirt. She let it drop exposing my bald pussy to the giant man in front of me. He smiled and stroked his cock.

Letetia then swiftly peeled off my sweater and shirt, leaving me totally nude.

"She's sweet, honey," said Charles.

"I told you she was," she replied.

Nudging me forward, we approached Charles.

Letetia ran her hands up and down my front, tweaking my nipples and giving my clit a soft rub. Whispering in my ear, she said, "Take it in your hand."

I thought if this is the first cock I am going to touch, I am starting off with world-class.

I tentatively reached out and let my finger tips graze Charles' shaft. His cock twitched a bit and I moved my fingers up and down, barely touching his skin.

Letetia reached around and took my hand to encircle the shaft. I could just about make my forefinger touch my thumb. I lifted it and felt its heft. Letetia moved next to Charles and slipped her hand on his balls.

"Feel these, Andy"

I put my free hand on one of his testicles and was amazed at how heavy it felt.

Our attentions were starting to take effect. Charles slowly grew and hardened. Soon his black cock stood out at a forty-five degree angle. I moved my hand up and down, increasing the tempo.

Letetia kissed me and slipped her tongue inside.

"Kiss it, Andy, kiss it."

I told her I was not ready for that, something I regret to this day.

"Let's go to the bed," said Charles.

He led us to his bedroom and we fell onto the narrow dorm bed. I resumed stroking him and enjoying the feeling of his hardness in my hand. 

Charles groaned. Letetia said, "Let me have some of that, Andy."

As I moved off, she began working him. She took most of him in her mouth. She moved up and down on him rapidly, and fondled his balls. Charles pulled me up and kissed me, thrusting his tongue deep into my throat. 

I felt his hand on my nipples and then his lips and tongue were there. He teased them, making my juices flow freely.

"I want to see you fuck her," Charles said to Letetia.

She broke from his cock and he stood up. I lay back and Letetia kissed me and worked her way down to my aching pussy. 

"Oh, yeah, do it, girl," cried out Charles.

Letetia used her tongue and fingers to bring me quickly up the slope and then with a push of her tongue deep inside my sex, pushed me screaming down the other side. 

I think I almost blacked out. When I could refocus again, Letetia was unwrapping a condom.

"Want to put it on him," she asked.

"I never did it."

"It's easy," she said. She positioned the rubber on his tip and instructed me to roll it down. When I had finished, Letetia eased me off the bed and lay on her back.

She spread her legs and motioned me to that spot. I leaned in and ate her until her juices were flowing past my chin and onto the sheet. I felt a large finger enter me and Charles probed my still damp interior.

"Now, Charles," cried Letetia.

I moved away and Charles knelt between her spread legs. She took hold of his erection and guided it to her slit. I could not imagine something that big being inside me.

He pushed a little and she groaned. Slowly, putting it in and backing out, he kept working until his shaft was completely buried. 

Slowly they began to grind, then picking up the pace they screwed hard and fast.

I sat on a chair next to the bed, fingering myself as I witnessed this unbridled lust in the bed. Letetia circled her legs around his middle and put her hands on his ass and pulled him hard against her.

Each of the lovers was making primal noises as they rushed to their climax. Letetia again echoed the words she used with me the night before, screaming, "fuck me, fuck me, God, fuck me hard." 

Charles grunted and pushed down into her. He yelled as she screamed, each one stretching out their orgasms.

In a few moments, Charles collapsed on top of her and they lay still.

I realized that I too had screamed as my fingers brought me to a climax that equaled the scene I witnessed.

Still entwined, Letetia moved Charles onto his back as she road what was left of his erection. She beckoned me to the bed. Exhausted Letetia and I fell into each other's arms. Charles moved to his roommate's bed and collapsed. Soon, the three of us slept the sleep of the greatly fucked.

I woke later to see Charles walking back into the room carrying a beer. His cock swayed as he moved. He was unbelievably beautiful and erotic.

He saw I was awake and offered be a sip. I first took his cock in my hand and timidly brought the tip close to my mouth, but stopped shy of kissing it. Looking up, I mouthed the words, "Thank you."

He bowed at the waist, smiled and said quietly, "My pleasure."

I drank the cold beer and as if I had just stumbled in from the desert. Letetia stirred and sat up. She took the can and drained the rest. Shaking it, she indicated more was in order.

Charles turned to go out to the common room's fridge for more.

"Love that ass, baby," Letetia called.

"Amen," I added.

She kissed me and said, "Well?"

"Incredible. Fucking incredible."

"Don't you mean incredible fucking?" she asked.

"That too, yes, that too."

We spent the rest of that afternoon enjoying each other. Letetia demonstrated for me the finer points of blow jobs. She brought him off letting him ejaculate while amazing me at the amount that he shot all over his stomach. Letetia said she usually takes it all down, but wanted me to see what it looks like. 

I watched the two of them fuck one more time. And then they both teamed up on me with their tongues and fingers driving me to ecstasy. By supper time, we were worn out. We said good-bye and headed back to the dorm.

In our room, lying naked together on one of our beds, Letetia said she was so sore.

"I don't think I could ever get anything that big inside me. Jesus, Letetia, that is fucking huge."

She giggled and said it certainly filled her up.

We snuggled and feel asleep.

In the morning we awoke to kisses from Kathleen.

"And, what may I ask has been going on in my own room?"

Letetia said, "Get out of those clothes join us and we'll tell you the whole story."

She did. And as she lay between us, we relayed the details of our previous day. She begged us for more details of what Charles' cock looked like and what it felt like in my hand and Letetia's pussy. As we described it, we each had our hands in someone else's crotch. Soon, our descriptions of Charles flittered away and we concentrated on bringing each other to climax. That was to be the first of a string of three-ways we enjoyed. Together, with occasional one-on-one sessions, the three of us were never more than a night away from some fabulous fucking.

Kathleen confessed she'd love to see Charles' cock. She was almost as inexperienced as I was. 

Letetia said that could be arranged. She just hoped that Charles would not develop a need for white meat.

"I don't think you have to worry," I assured her. "The way you two fucked, I don't think either of us could compare. Especially since we are virgins when it comes to men."

"We could arrange to change that," said Letetia. "I'm sure Charles would not mind."

I kissed her cheek and said, "Sweetheart, I love you for offering and think that Charles is magnificent. But, I cannot even consider having my cherry busted by something that big. I think I need to work up to it."

"Jesus, Mary and Joseph," said Kathleen. "When do I get to see this monster?"

"How about tomorrow?" suggest Letetia.

They agreed and Kathleen accompanied her to Charles' room the next day. The story of her encounter was similar to mine. Charles loved her white body and she went crazy for his dick. 

"I sucked that thing until I thought my jaw would break," she said. "God, what a beautiful cock."

Letetia said Charles loved it. He even suggested the three roommates join him some time.

"Hmm," was all we could say.

Helping a Sister

By the third week, I felt like there was nobody within a 100 miles who hadn't seen my pussy. It got to the point that I would lift my skirt and continue talking to my friends, not even paying attention to people looking at my crotch.

I think my attitude influenced Letetia, Kathleen and Tran. The four of us hung out a lot and they began to see the fun side of flashing. We would love getting control by using our naked pussies.

Bridget was still having trouble. She had to wear the wrap around dress for another week because she failed to open it up to show her whole front. In addition, she had another paddling and had to groom every one of us for a week. Bridget was embarrassed having to be so closely intimate with our pussies as she shaved each of us. Tran told us that Bridget had not had sex with any of the girls, even though Tran had volunteered. We figured that seeking consolation from a woman was not in Bridget's nature. Now, she had to have six pussies in her face. She did her best, though, and never complained.

Julie warned her if she failed again, she would be dropped from SIO. We felt sorry for her, but it was kind of a rush to have this tall, beautiful blond shaving all our little pusses. She even had to finish every session with a long kiss on the freshly shaved area. I felt sorry for her, but we dared not disobey an order. 

Gretchen Gets Hers

One day I was leaving the cafeteria and heading over to the gym to watch b-ball practice.

I saw Bridget standing in front of a bunch of guys I had never seen before. Then I noticed Gretchen in the crowd. I made my way over and pushed my way in to stand beside Bridget.

"What's going on, Gretchen?" I asked.

"Well, these young men are visiting our campus. They are here for a crew regatta tomorrow. I was giving them a tour around campus and happened on our dear, dear Bridget. I was about to say the magic words. The last time I did, poor Bridget did not behave well and I was forced to report her. I understand the consequences were, let's say, both painful and personal. I hope she doesn't become fainthearted today."

With a wicked smile, she uttered the correct words.

Bridget turned scarlet and her hands were trembling. Gretchen was looking at her watch.

I knew if I didn't do something to unfreeze her, she would fail for a third time and be booted out.

"Bridget," I said forcefully, "you can do this. Look at me."

Bridget slowly turned her head to look at me.

I faced the gang of strangers and peeled my shirt off. I dropped it on the grass and undid my skirt and let it fall to the grass. I was now totally exposed, top and bottom. Even Gretchen was shocked.

Bridget saw me standing naked and breathed in deeply. Slowly, she pulled on the belt at her waist and let her dress fall open. She put her hands on her hips and proudly pointed her bare front toward the group.

The multiple sets of eyes shifted between the two of us, though most of them quickly returned to Bridget's awesome chest after spending a split second on my tiny titties. 

Gretchen looked like she swallowed a turd. She thought she had Bridget.

"Well, guys," I said, "by the looks of those oars in your pants you are sure ready for your races. But here's a little extra treat for you."

I walked directly up to Gretchen. She had this confused look. Standing no more than two inches from her, she tried to back up, but the crowd of guys didn't let her. I snaked my arm around her neck and pulled her head to me. I leaned in and kissed her smack on the lips.

The guys howled. One shouted, "Lesbo make-out! Lesbo make-out!"

Gretchen first tried to pull back, but I kept her face smashed to mine, and put my other arm around her waist and held her close to me. Her eyes were wide open, searching mine. Then, to my great surprise, I sensed her kissing back, just a bit. I wasted no time and pushed my tongue against her lips until I touched her teeth. Unbelievably, she opened and I rammed my tongue into her mouth.

The guys were now chanting "Soul kiss!"

I explored her mouth and withdrew my tongue, leaving my own lips parted. Slowly and tentatively, Gretchen eased her tongue into my mouth. I pulled away just a bit to let the guys see her tongue extending to my lips. I then kissed her hard, while I worked my naked thigh in between her legs. I felt the heat from her crotch through the thin khaki of her shorts. I moved my leg, putting pressure on her pussy. I could swear I could hear a moan coming from her.

I was shocked how much Gretchen was getting into this. I was more shocked by the wetness gathering in my own puss.

I put my hand on her ass and pulled her lower body tight to mine. Suddenly, Gretchen's eyes refocused and she seemed to snap out of a trance. She pulled her head away and pushed my chest to get me off her. Either by accident or on purpose, her fingers alit on my totally hard nips and she let them linger there for a second longer than necessary.

She backed into the boy behind her and then yelled at me, "Fucking slut."

She turned and ran back in the direction of her dorm.

The guys all stared at me and one by one began to applaud. I did a deep bow, and picked up my shirt and skirt and walked through the middle of the group. I could feel their eyes on my bare and swinging butt. Bridget followed me. We looked at each other and broke out screaming. We both began running. Panting, we rounded the corner of the building.

We looked at each other and burst out laughing and hugging. I was trying to get my breath when I heard a male voice say hell-o.

I turned to see Brad standing a few feet away. My heart leapt to my throat. God, now he was seeing me completely naked. Bridget was also caught off guard and her dress hung open revealing all her abundant beauty.

All I could do was mutter, "Hi."

"Guess this might be a bad time to ask you a question," he said with a smile.

"Why would you say that? Don't you usually run into nude girls and ask them questions," I retorted, with more annoyance than I actually felt, purposely not trying to cover any of my naked parts.




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"Actually, no," he said, again smiling. "I guess this is the first time."

I let my nakedness shine and said, "Ask away."

He hesitated

"Don't you like what you see?" I said.

He blushed a bit and said, "I like it very much, Andy, and I like you. So, I was going to ask you if you might like to grab a burger or something some night."

Now I blushed. I looked at him to try to detect if he were being sarcastic, but he had the most sincere expression and his eyes told me he was telling the truth.

"I'd like that, Brad. Thanks."

"I'll call you at your house and we can fix a date, Ok?"

"Perfect," I replied.

"And don't worry," he said. "I'll pick a place with a casual dress code." He waved to me and nodded to Bridget and headed past us toward the library.

I pulled my clothes back on while Bridget tied her dress.

"Wow," she said. "He like totally acted as if we weren't totally bare-assed. Either he's gay or about the coolest dude I ever met."

I told her I was pretty sure he was not gay.

Then Bridget hugged me tightly.

"Thank you, Andy," she said fighting back tears. "I could have never done it without you. You saved my ass."

"And, all I had to do was show my own ass," I wisecracked.

"I can't freakin' believe you put the move on The Bitch. God, she totally freaked."

I smiled, but inwardly thought she did freak out, but only after showing me some real passion. My sex organs were still on hyper drive thinking about it. But, an idea was forming on how we could get Bridget off our backs.

We made our way back to the SIO house. I saw Annie and immediately told her how well Bridget did.

Annie looked surprised but congratulated her. 

Later that night, my roomies along with Tran, Bridget and Annie were gathered in my room. I recounted my encounter with Gretchen.

"Jesus, Andy," said Annie, "I never heard anyone taking on that bitch like that."

"Well," I purred, "you did say we were to take control."

"So I did," laughed Annie, "but I never thought anyone could do that to her."

"Oh, that's nothing," I said. "Give me a couple more days and I'll have her eating out of...."

I looked at each of the girls in the room, and then finished my sentence. "...out of my pussy."

We all screamed and fell against each other laughing. Little did they know that's exactly what I had in mind. And, that was how I was going to get our revenge on The Bitch.

Revenge

I had made friends with a guy in my English class who was a techno nerd.

He was in a group of guys when Gretchen made me show my pussy. He really seemed embarrassed, but did stare.

After the next class we had together he came up and, while avoiding looking me in the eye, stammered out an apology. He said Gretchen was a bitch and was mean to anyone who didn't fit her idea of cool. I figured being a nerd probably earned him some real scorn from The Bitch.

"So, you didn't like seeing my naked pussy?" I asked. I grinned inwardly at how easily I was taking control of every conversation and situation.

"Well, yeah, I mean you are pretty and I, uh, never, well, I never saw a girl naked in that spot before."

"Kenny, are you saying I am the first girl you've seen without clothes?"

He turned about ten shades of red and purple and nodded.

I kissed him on the cheek and said in his ear, "Then, I am proud and honored to be the first girl. I hope you weren't disappointed."

Kenny kept his gaze on the ground and said, "No, it was the most beautiful thing I ever saw. It's just, I was embarrassed for you."

I could tell he was sincere. I took his arm and we began walking across the common. 

"Kenny, I am doing all this because I want to be in SIO. I know it is weird, but I am no longer embarrassed. Really. And, any time you want another peak, just let me know."

He choked and nearly tripped over his own feet. I looked around to see that no one was watching. I lifted my skirt high above my waist. Kenny tried not to look, but couldn't help himself. I said, "It's Ok, Kenny, look. Really, look."

He did and a smile crept across his face. I moved my legs apart so he could see a bit more of my exposure. I put my free hand on my pussy and pulled back the hood on my clit. I then used my fingers to pry open my outer lips and expose my inner ones. "Go on, get a good look at what a girl looks like."

Kenny actually licked his lips as he watched. When I put my skirt down, I leaned in and kissed his cheek. There was a tear in his eye.

After that we got to be friends and would occasionally share a snack after classes and discuss our assignments or books we liked. He told me about his fascination with electronics, video equipment, and about a ton of shit I had no clue about. Remember, this is when I was in college and it was the early nineties, so no cell phones, digital cameras and no personal computers.

After the incident with Gretchen, I asked Kenny if he could help me with something. He agreed without even hearing what it was. When I told him, he turned red but also showed a wicked grin.

When we had everything set up, I went looking for Gretchen.

I saw her with her little pack of bitchettes, and approached. I acted shy and reserved. As I drew near, I could feel the ice waves washing over me.

I stood in front of her and talking softly asked if I could speak with her—alone.

"Why the fuck should I do that?" she snarled. "You're just a pathetic, whore who shows her cunt to everyone on campus. What could we have to talk about? As a matter of fact, show me your shave tailed cunt now, and maybe I will talk with you."

Although she did not use the exact right words, I complied. I decided to go the extra mile. Instead of lifting my skirt, I unzipped it and dropped it to the ground. I stood in front of Gretchen and her gang with my pussy and ass displayed.

Her friends all giggled.

"I...I want to apologize," I said.

She looked at me suspiciously. 

"Well, do it here," she scowled.

Again, not looking up, I said aloud, "I'm sorry." Then, I said softly once again, "Can we talk in private, I want to explain."

Gretchen eyed me carefully. Turning to her friends, she asked, "Should I give this pathetic excuse for a female a moment of my time?"

"Fuck her," one girl shouted, quickly followed by loud assents.

"Hmm, they're right, Titless," she sneered, "you don't deserve my time."

"Please," I begged.

Gretchen grinned. "Show us all your pathetic tits and then get on your knees and ask me again."

I stripped off my shirt and dropped to my knees in front of her and said, "Please."

Gretchen looked triumphant. "Well, I guess I can grant you a couple seconds. But, first bend over and show us your pathetic little pussy."

Swallowing hard and trying to keep in mind that I was in control and on a mission, I put my forehead on the ground and spread my legs. All the girls, including Gretchen, moved behind me to look. I'm sure they easily saw my pussy lips and exposed anus.

"Guys, I'll catch up with you later" said Gretchen.

The gaggle moved on. Now standing and pulling my clothes back on, I thanked her.

"Ok, Ok, what do you want to say?" she demanded.

I looked around and said not here.

"Why not?" Gretchen asked.

"It's too personal," I whimpered.

"For Christ's sake," she exclaimed. "Ok, but I'm not taking you into my dorm, you'd freak out the place. And I am not stepping foot inside that slimy SIO dump."

Looking around the campus, I said, "Well, you know Kenny?"

"Who?" she barked.

"Kenny. He's in English Authors with us and into techno stuff. He usually sits in the last row."

"That loser geek!" she laughed. "What about him."

"Well, we're friends, and..."

"Figures, two total losers", Gretchen said.

"Well, sometimes we study together and I have a key to his room. His roomie got mono and is out for the semester. I know Kenny has a class now, we could go there. He's in Bradley Hall."

"Figures, he'd never pledge a frat," she snorted. "Ok, let's get this ridiculous thing over with."

I led her to Kenny's room and locked the door behind us. I sat on his bed and Gretchen sat across from me in his swivel chair.

"Ok, what is so damn important?" Gretchen asked.

"I really am sorry for how I acted the other day. I know it must have embarrassed you."

"No shit, you think so?"

"I'm sorry. It's just...well, it's just that you are so incredibly beautiful and have like this amazing sexual aura that I couldn't help myself. I have been thinking about you all the time. You are the most amazingly sexy person on campus. All of us think so."

Gretchen looked skeptical. "All of us who?"

"The SIOs."

"Screw you. They hate my guts and I hate theirs."

"No, you've got it wrong. We act that way 'cause we're all jealous of you. You have got it totally together."

Gretchen continued to stare at me.

"As a matter of fact, I am so turned on now I think I'm going to jump out of my skin."

With that I slowly lifted my skirt as I spread my legs. Showing my completely exposed pussy to her, I let my fingers run along my outer lips.

"Look how swollen I am. Just looking at you makes me wet."

Gretchen looked at my exposed crotch and then at my face. "Get a grip, Slut. You are just full of shit."

Rubbing more, and letting my finger pull back my clit hood, I looked at her.

"No, really. Look at me. Can't you see how wet I am. Come look at me. If you just even looked, I would be out of this world."

I stood and undid my skirt, letting it slide to the floor. With my legs wide apart, I slipped a finger deep in my pussy and brought it out. Showing it to Gretchen, I said.

"See, see how wet it is."

I slipped my shirt off and sat back on the bed. I scooted back until I could rest my feet on the edge. I opened as wide as I could.

"I know I have no right to ask this, but could you just touch me once. Just once. I just want one touch from you."

Gretchen stared at my open pussy, at the moisture surrounding it, and at my finger working in and out and exciting my clit.

I held my breath wondering what she would do. Would she scream at me, slap me or just leave.

I fingered myself deeply, imploring Gretchen with my eyes.

She stood up and slowly crossed to me. I stopped breathing as she leaned over, resting a hand on my thigh.

I gently took it and guided it to my exposed sex, leaving it an inch away from my slit.

Ever so slowly, Gretchen slid her hand onto my pussy and softly rubbed me.

I let out a deep growl and she rubbed harder. She let her thumb work my clit.

I sat up and pulled her mouth to mine. There was no hesitation from her this time. We immediately began exploring each other.

I reached for her other hand and placed it on my right tit. I said softly in her ear, "I know it's tiny, but I am aching for your touch. Don't hate me because they aren't as gorgeous as yours."

She rubbed my nip and pinched it into full erection. "Don't worry," she said, "they are pretty."

"Kiss me," I breathed.

She moved her lips toward me, and I backed off.

Looking confused, she asked, "What?"

"Not here," I said. "Kiss me down there. Do it now. God, I need it now."

Gretchen hesitated and I thought I went too far.

Then, almost imperceptibly she moved her head down into my crotch. Her lips encircled my clit and her tongue caressed my slit. I let out a moan and pinched my nips to intensify the erotic sensation coursing through my body.

"Let me see you naked," I gasped.

I reached for her shirt and quickly unbuttoned it. Pulling it away I stared at her white breasts spilling out of her cream bra. I reached behind, unsnapped it and loosed her soft breasts. I noticed she had a large port wine stain that covered most of her left breast and flowed down her stomach almost reaching her navel and stopping just short of her stiff nipple. At first it made me pause, but I soon got over it. I fondled both her full and soft breasts and then moved my hands to her belt. She stood as I undid the belt, suckled her nipples, opened her shorts and pulled the zipper. Pulling them down revealed cream panties. I jerked them to her ankles and she stepped out. Her blond bush was neatly trimmed.

I pulled her next to me on the bed, kissing her lips as my hands explored her breasts, tummy and finally her hot and wet pussy. I plunged two fingers in and worked until I found her g spot. She responded by thrusting her hips up and moving her head back and forth. 

Abruptly I pulled out. She cried out.

I sat and straddled her. I slowly inched my way up until my pussy was hovering over her mouth. I eased down on her and she began tonguing me with abandon.

After a few moments I swung around and began eating her as we lay in a classic 69.

By the way she was eating me, I could tell this was not the first time, but she certainly lacked the expertise I was showering on her running puss.

I could tell she was nearing a climax. I rammed a finger back inside teasing the g spot while I tongued her clit. Her breath was coming in short bursts and she completely stopped using her mouth on me. I knew with just a couple more movements and licks she would be done.

Abruptly, I jumped up.

"What? Don't stop," she cried. "Andy, don't stop now. I'm so close. Fuck me. Fuck me all the way. Eat my pussy."

I began gathering up my clothes.

"Gretchen, this was not a good idea. We have to leave."

Gretchen lay sprawled on the bed, her legs apart, her own finger running back and forth over her clit trying to maintain the sexual high she had just reached. "What?" 

"We have to go now," I insisted.

"Go? Go where? I don't understand."

"Just get up get dressed. This is not right. I can't let you do this to me."

Gretchen looked absolutely confused. She sat up and pulled me to her, burying her face in my shaved puss.

"I want to eat this so bad, Andy."

I pushed her back.

"Get up and get dressed now. You have to stop and get out of here," I said fiercely.

"But you have to fuck me. I mean it, Andy, you have to fuck me now. Eat my pussy, I mean it, eat me."

I had pulled on my top and was zipping up my skirt. I picked up Gretchen's clothes and dumped them next to her on the bed. 

"Come on, come on," I urged. "Get dressed."

In slow motion, she pulled on her clothes, still looking disheveled when she was finished. 

I literally pushed her to the door and into the hall, locking the room behind us.

We went out onto the quad.

"I have to go." I started walking quickly toward SIO.

Gretchen lagged behind calling out, "But when will I see you again? When will we get together again?" 

"Never. I have to go." I broke into a run, glancing over my shoulder to see her in the middle of the sidewalk looking lost and abandoned.

Later that night, Kenny called.

"Is it ready?" I asked.

"Yeah. Come on over," he said.

I raced to his dorm and burst into his room. He was at his large TV monitor.

"Let me see it," I asked panting after running the whole way.

He looked shocked and his eyes traveled to his shorts where a tent pushed up.

I smiled, "No, Kennie, not your woodie. I want to see what you did."

He grinned sheepishly and said, "I wouldn't mind showing it to you. You'd be the first to see it."

"Maybe later, Kenny. What do you have to show me?"

"I can't believe this," he said.

"Pretty good, huh?"

"God, I don't think I will ever lose my hard-on."

I reached over and gave the stiff thing in his pants a couple pats. We both laughed and Kenny hit a button on the VCR. The screen came to life.

The first image was me lying naked and legs spread on his bed. Then Gretchen moved into the frame. The hidden camera had captured our lovemaking.

"Is there any sound?" I asked.

"Yeah, I picked it up from this point."

He adjusted the volume and you could hear our voices. The best part was me trying to leave and Gretchen begging me to stay and to fuck. It looked like she was the aggressor.

"Wow, this will ruin her," said Kenny. "When this gets around campus, she will never show her face again."

"Kenny," I said, "the only other person who will ever see this is Gretchen. I need you to swear that you will make two copies and give them both to me. Then, you will completely erase and burn the original tapes. I need you to swear to do this."

Looking confused, he said, "I thought you wanted revenge. People on campus would kill to see this."

"Kenny, listen to me," I said with intensity. "I do not want to ruin her life. I just want her to stop ruining mine and my SIO sisters' lives. So promise?"

"Cool, I promise. But I want to watch it one more time. Wow, you are smokin' and she is fab."

I laughed and said, "Be a good boy, and I will pose for you any time. I know you like photography. I will be your nude model slave and I might get a couple of my sisters to join in." To emphasize the point, I lifted my skirt, standing just inches from his face.

Kenny looked down at the tent in his pants and addressed the bulge. "My little friend, I think the doors to heaven just opened up."

We laughed and he hit play.

The next day, I called Gretchen and told her to meet me in Kenny's room.

At the appointed time, she knocked and I let her in. She tried to kiss me, but I moved out of the way.

"What's the matter," she asked. "I thought we were going to get together again."

I asked her to sit on the bed.

I sat Kenny's desk and hit the play button on the VCR. The monitor came alive with naked flesh.

Gretchen sat transfixed at the scenes playing on the TV.

"What the fuck?" was all that came out of her slack mouth.

When it ended, she sat rock still in shock.

"Gretchen, you have been a total bitch to me and all the SIOs," I began. "I get it that it's fun to make us flash, but you go way beyond any sense of what's fair. In addition, you pick on the weakest. What's your motivation? Do you hate us that much? We have never done anything to you."

Gretchen was still staring at the blank screen. I wasn't sure she heard me, but then she blinked and looked at me.

"I wanted to pledge SIO. I wasn't a legacy, but my aunt was. She told me all about it and I saw how great she was—always in control and super cool. So, I got an invitation and had to deal with Audrey, she was the Big Sister when I was a freshman. I was there with five other girls who were not legacies. She had us strip in front of her and a bunch of the sisters. She saw the birthmark on my breast and made a retching sound. Laughing, she said there was no way SIO was going to take a disfigured freak into their sorority. She fondled my breast with the mark and said who would want to suck this "ugly tit". The other girls all laughed and Audrey told me to leave and never come back. I was humiliated in front of all those girls and my self-esteem was crushed."

I noticed tears welling in her eyes as she spoke. 

"Ok, Gretchen," I said, "this Audrey was a mean bitch, but you are taking it out on girls who are just like you were. I feel sorry for what happened to you, but I am also pissed at what you are doing to us."

Gretchen wiped the tears flowing down her cheek. "What are you going to do with this tape? This would absolutely ruin me."

"There are two copies," I said. "I swear no one else can have access to these tapes. I will give one to you and I will keep one. If you back off and stop harassing my SIO sisters, the tape will never see the light of day again. If you continue to be a queen bitch, I will make copies and give them to every frat and sorority on campus. I don't care that I'm in it. Shit, half the campus has seen my pussy, mostly thanks to you."

Gretchen looked at me for a long time. She gave a slight shake of her head and then spoke.

"You may not believe it, but you are only the second girl I have ever been sexual with. The other was here but only lasted a short time. I began to think that sex between girls was like gross and stupid. But, I am attracted to you and when you came on to me, I just went with it. Pretty fuckin' stupid on my part. Once again, fucked over by a SIO." She gave a harsh laugh.




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"Gretchen, I am not totally gay," I said. "For the first time, I am experimenting with girls and I enjoy it. I still am attracted to boys, but I really dig making out with a pretty girl. You certainly qualify as pretty. So, although it was calculated, it was also really enjoyable and sexy. Actually, I was way turned on and could enjoy having more sex with you. I am sorry you feel exploited, and you probably are right in a way to feel used. But, I need you to stop tormenting us. So, do we have a deal?" 

After a long silence, Gretchen said she agreed. I gave her a copy of the tape and we stood.

"Andy," she asked, "how about a kiss to seal the deal?"

Smiling I agreed and said, "And there are no cameras running this time."

We embraced and kissed long and warmly. 

"Maybe after pledge is over, we might actually become friends," she said.

"Maybe," I said, holding her body close to mine, running my hands over her breasts, butt and ending up tight in her crotch. "And, maybe more."

Gretchen kissed me again, using her hands on my naked ass under my skirt to hold me against her. "Yeah, maybe more."

To everyone's surprise, Gretchen never hassled another SIO girl. The other girls asked what I did. I just told them we had a heart to heart and she saw the error of her ways.

They didn't believe me, but they had no other explanation.

And, I did make good on my implied promise, but much later. Gretchen and I never got together again in college, but ran into each other at a bar some years later. We shared some drinks, laughed about college, and I invited her back to my apartment. We spent more than a few nights together. I was always the aggressor and she liked being dominated. Of course, I ordered her to eat my pussy all the time and she actually became fairly good at it, with expert coaching of course.

What boys have

True to his word, Brad called the SIO house to talk with me. We chatted for a few moments and then he asked me out.

I readily agreed and he said he'd pick me up on Friday evening. I told him I didn't want him coming to our house since we were sorta' discouraged from dating while we were in orientation.

"So, you agree we will be on a date?" he asked with a chuckle.

I got a little flustered and said, "I guess, I mean isn't it?"

This time he laughed. "Yeah, it is and I'm really happy you said yes. Since I can't come there, how about coming to my house? I have a little surprise for you anyway."

"Ok, but what kind of a surprise?"

"If I tell you it won't be a surprise," he said. "But, I want to start our first date on level ground. No one should have an edge over the other."

"I have no idea what you're talking about, but I'll come around 6:30."

"Perfect," Brad replied and we hung up.

I was excited. Brad was cute, smart and nice. I was puzzled about what his surprise could be. I was also a little surprised that after seeing me completely nude and eyeing my pitiful titties that he wanted to ask me out. Maybe he's just looking for a buddy. Or, maybe he thinks a girl who shows her pussy to everyone would be an easy lay. Whatever, I think he's cute and I haven't been out with a guy since high school senior prom. I wasn't counting my romps with Charles. That was sex, this was a date.

The weekend came and I started to primp around 2 in the afternoon. Letetia and Kathleen kept giving me shit about how much care I was taking. I asked Kathleen to give me a special shave. They laughed when I worried about what to wear.

"Girl, this boy has seen your cookie, your titties and your ass," said Letetia, "and you're worried about clothes. Shit, girl, just wrap a freakin' towel around you."

Despite their teasing, I knew they were excited for me, too. They helped with my nails, hair and make-up. As we were getting me ready, Kathleen said she was also doing something new tonight.

She and Letetia exchanged a glance and then Kathleen went on. 

"I was so turned on the first time I saw Charles and Letetia together, that I sorta' invited myself along on their date tonight. I hope you don't mind."

I laughed and said in no way did I mind.

"Brilliant," said Kathleen. "I can't wait to see that brilliant cock again. I agree with you, Andy, that it is too big to have as my first, but I do look forward to a wee bit more practice on sucking that big guy. And, his tongue is not bad, as you know."

"Oh, you got that right, Kathleen."

I finally put myself enough together to head out toward Brad's frat house. One of his brothers answered and went to get him. Brad came down and greeted me with light kiss on the cheek. He asked if we could go to his room for a couple minutes before we went out. 

"It's about the surprise," he said.

He led me to the third floor and into his room. He shared it with a guy named Bob. He introduced us and then Bob said he was going to the dining hall for dinner.

When he left, Brad locked the door.

I began to get a little apprehensive.

"What's up, Brad?"

"Look, Andy, I am nervous and want to get out everything I have to say before I chicken out. So, if you don't mind would you mind taking a seat and just listening?"

I nodded and sat in one of the desk chairs.

"I noticed you the first day in class, as soon as you walked in the room. I thought you were the prettiest girl I had ever seen. I was a little surprised that you were wearing a skirt, since almost none of the girls do. Obviously, I was totally ignorant of the whole SIO initiation. I was trying to think of a way to meet you and talk with you. Then, I was with some of the guys and Gretchen came over and asked if we'd like to meet some SIOers. The other guys must have known the deal 'cause they hooted and roared yes.

"I went along and was just standing there really excited that I was going to get introduced to you. Perfect, I thought, I am going to meet this beautiful person.

"Needless to say, I was shocked when you lifted your skirt and saw that you were naked underneath."

"Brad," I said.

He held up a hand and asked me to let him finish.

"I mean you had been on my mind since the moment I saw you. I guess to be honest like any guy I did wonder what you might look like, you know, without clothes. I know it sounds stupid, but guys are guys when it comes to pretty girls. So, all of a sudden I'm looking at your, well, your, well, you know..."

"How about my bald pussy," I offered.

Brad laughed and said, "Sure. I was looking at your pussy. I was turned on and embarrassed at the same time. I didn't feel it was right. So, I looked away and then left. Not because you weren't extraordinarily sexy, but because you had to do that in front of people.

"But, before you go thinking that I am like some super gentleman, I replayed that moment over and over again—still do to be honest. God, you looked so cool and sexy at the same time. I couldn't believe how well you handled it. Later I learned all about SIO and the initiation thing. But, you were fabulous.

"I did see you again that time with the big black girl. I looked but felt ashamed. Well, not ashamed because I really enjoyed seeing you and her bottomless, but I guess I felt sort of like a dirty old man since you again were forced into it.

"Then, when I saw you and the big blond standing there totally naked, I almost came. Really, you looked so pure and sexy at the same time. I never have been more excited about seeing a naked woman."

I started to tear a little listening to Brad. I knew it must be hard for him to tell me these things. My heart was racing as he described me as beautiful. 

"So, I got the courage to ask you out. Now, I have to admit this is the first time I have ever asked out a naked girl. Usually, you ask a girl out and later you may see her naked."

We both laughed.

"Now to the point of this whole rambling monologue. Andy, I really like you and want to get to know you better. I am attracted to you. I'm hoping we can date and see where that takes us. If you think there is a chance we can try it, please say so."

I had to catch my breath and then said, "Yes."

Brad whooped. He then said the one obstacle was that we were starting on unequal ground.

I must have looked puzzled because he explained.

"Andy, I have seen you exposed on several occasions. I told you how much I enjoyed seeing you in spite of the circumstances. I think it is only right that we level the playing field. So, please don't think I'm being a jerk or a perv, but I am going to strip."

My mouth dropped open. I didn't know what to say, so I said nothing.

Hearing no objection, Brad pulled off his sweatshirt, followed by his t shirt. He had a nice smooth chest with well defined muscles. He kicked off his sneaks and pulled his socks from his feet. Taking a big sigh, he undid his belt buckle and unsnapped and unzipped his jeans. Inching them down, revealed a pair of light blue boxers with the red and navy imprints of our school mascot. 

He paused and I could see perspiration on his brow and upper lip. He was truly nervous.

With a weak smile, he hooked his thumbs in his boxers and shoved them to the floor, then stood up.

My heart flipped. He was gorgeous. His body was well proportioned with broad shoulders, narrow waist and long muscular legs. He was hairless until his thick black crop of pubic hair shot out in wild bunches. His penis was nice, but not anywhere near a Charles size. I later realized he was close to normal. He was circumcised and the tip was large. His balls were small and hid behind his shaft. 

Since I didn't scream and run out of the room, Brad sighed in relief. He then turned around to show me an awesome ass. Turning back, he smiled broadly.

"Andy, this is the first time I have ever done anything like this. I am both a little humiliated and a lot turned on. But, I couldn't see us going out with me having the advantage in any way. So, if this does not gross you out or make you think I am a Class A weirdo, I'd like to see you."

I was crying at this time. Overwhelmed by the honesty and trust in me that Brad showed, I could not find my voice for a minute.

Finally I stood up and ran to him. We embraced and I kissed him. We broke, looked each other in the eyes and then kissed deeply for a long time. While we were kissing, I felt him harden and push against my stomach. I stepped back and looked down at his erection.

He started to apologize, but I cut him off.

"Brad, after I kissed you like I did, if you didn't get hard I'd be worried."

He smiled and pulled me close for another long kiss. I slipped my hands on his naked butt and held him tight against me. He slipped his hands under my skirt and onto my naked ass and pulled me.

After a few minutes of kissing, I eased away. I looked again at his erection, seeing it spasm and a drop of liquid at the tip. I was tempted to grab it or suck it, but I knew that was not the best thing. Besides, I was still learning what to do with an erection.

"Brad, thank you. This will sound strange, but I think stripping for me was the most gentlemanly thing I have ever experienced. But, I think we better slow down a bit. How about we go get that burger now?"

"Should I get dressed first?" he asked.

"Sadly, I think you should."

We both laughed as he dressed. We went out and had a great time. We talked as if we had known each other for years. There were no awkward pauses or lack of topics.

At the end of the evening, Brad walked me back to SIO. We stopped short of the sorority. I thanked him for a fantastic night and we kissed again for a long time, holding each other tightly.

As we broke, I asked if it would be acceptable if I dreamed about him being naked.

"Fair is fair," he said. "I am going to remember the sensation of your fabulous ass in my hands all night."

"Wow," I said mischievously. "I got a fabulous and you just felt my ass. I am looking forward to our next date."

We kissed again and each returned to our houses.

I ran upstairs to find Letetia and Kathleen still up. They looked at me as if to ask how it went.

I swirled around the room and plopped down next to Kathleen.

"Oh, on a scale of one to ten, I'd give it a twelve."

They begged for details and I provided them.

"And, that's all you did," asked Letetia? "Just a little grab ass. You didn't screw him."

"Nope," I replied. "That's all we did tonight. Next time? Who knows?"

The next time came next weekend. Brad called and asked me out. I agreed and to myself said this was going to be "The Night."

Letetia gave me a bunch of hints and slipped me a couple condoms. "Never do it without protection."

Kathleen begged me to remember ever detail and said she couldn't wait to hear them later. She hugged me tightly and kissed me gently.

Brad met me outside SIO. I asked where his roomie was and he told me he was home for the weekend.

"Let's go," I said.

Holding hands we practically floated to his room. Locking the door, we fell into each other's arms and kissed for a long time.

"Brad, I want you to make love to me. You will be my first man. I'm scared, but I want you so badly."

He smiled and held me close. 

"Andy, I've dreamed about this since I saw you on the first day of class. I am blown away that I will be your first."

"Am I your first," I asked? Seeing the look on his face, I immediately regretted asking.

He remained silent. I told him, "It's Ok, Brad, I shouldn't have asked. Actually, it probably will be better since you will know what to do."

"You're so special, Andy. I know you will be the most important."

"Let's get naked," I suggested. "Please undress me."

Brad lifted my shirt exposing my breasts with my nipples rock hard and goose bumps covering the small mounds. He bent and kissed each nipple and taking a whole breast into his mouth. 

He moved his hands to the button on my jean's skirt. He undid it, and the next two, letting the garment slide over my narrow hips and small butt. He ran his hands over my ass and gently rubbed my smooth pussy. I was embarrassed at how wet I was, but he did not seem to mind.

As he was fingering my sex, I started unbuttoning his shirt and eased it off his shoulders. I dropped to my knees, undid his belt, pulled down his zipper and tugged his pants down. I grabbed his boxers and jerked them to his ankles. His cock bounced in front of my face and I immediately leaned in to kiss it. I then freed his feet from his pants and stood. He led me to his bed, pulled the covers off. I lay down, noticing the fresh smell of his sheets. Smiling I thought he was hoping the same thing I was.

We lay together letting our hands roam while our mouths became totally acquainted with each other. His hardness matched my wetness.

He moved on top of me. I said wait and told him we needed protection. He jumped up and began to dig in his pants pocket. I did the same and we showed each other the condoms we brought. We laughed and I tossed mine away as he ripped his open.

He rolled it on and then was back on top. His tip was now at my opening. He looked me deeply in the eyes. I smiled and nodded, and he began to push inside.

I breathed in harshly and he pulled back. I grabbed his ass and pulled him. "It's Ok, Brad. I want you inside me."

He re-entered and slowly moved back and forth, finally forcing himself through my natural virginity, and gaining more depth, until our groins met. I marveled at the feeling of this warm, hard organ nestled within my body. I now got why sex was such a driving force. I felt like a woman. I loved having sex with my roommates, Julie and Tran, but this was totally different.

Brad began a slow pumping. I pulled my knees up and enjoyed the feeling. Brad picked up the tempo and I found myself pushing back with my hips. He now was giving me long strokes, almost taking his cock out and then ramming it back. I started to get that tingling in my clit and vagina that told me I was closing in on a climax.

Surprising myself, I called out using Letetia's words, "Brad, fuck me, fuck me hard."

He increased his pumping and I screamed. I felt him tense and know he must be filling his condom. He gave me a couple more pushes and then collapsed on top of me. We lay sweating and panting. I kissed him and he returned it tenderly.

Slowly, he rolled off me, pulled off his condom, tied it into a knot and dropped it on the floor. I snuggled into his arms.

"Andy, that was beautiful. Thank you."

"Brad, I can't believe how good that felt. Thank you."

We snuggled for a while and then I said.

"I don't know how this works, but I do have another condom."

He laughed and looked down at his flaccid dick. 

"It will be ready soon."

"Maybe I can help."

I crawled down, took the soft and beautiful organ into my mouth, enjoying the feel. With tongue and lips, I brought life back into it.

When he was hard, I put a new condom on him.

"Can I be on top," I asked?

"Of course," he said.

I raised myself and grabbed his erection to position the tip at my pussy. I moved it back and forth until some wetness appeared. I then moved it past my outer lips and eased myself down on him until I had the fullness of him inside. I began moving up and down and enjoyed the new sensation as his erection pushed closer to my g-spot. I got excited and moved faster and faster.

Brad played with my tits as I rode him. My orgasm built slower this time and when I peaked I managed to tighten my vagina around his erection. He grunted and lifted his ass off the bed pushing deep inside me. 

Afterwards, we dozed for a bit. Wakening we had one more session. Around midnight, I said I had to get back. Brad asked if I could stay a few more minutes and buried his face in my pussy. 

He worked enthusiastically and I enjoyed his efforts. I knew at once that it would not compare to what Julie had accomplished, or even what my roommates were learning to do. I didn't climax but loved the sensations. I am ashamed to admit it, but I did fake an orgasm and Brad seemed pleased to have achieved my release.

We dressed and he took me back to SIO. We kissed for a long time before I finally made my way to the room.

Kathleen and Letetia were together in Kathleen's bed, with their hands in each other's pussies.

They looked up as I entered. Breaking apart they got up and came to embrace me, the three of us smelling of sex. We all hugged. They pulled my clothes off, dragged me to my bed and had me relay every detail of the evening.

They oohed and aahed at the appropriate places. 

"How do you feel, Babe?" asked Letetia.

"Like I waited far too long to enjoy something that wonderful."

Kathleen sighed and said, "Now, I am the only virgin left."

"Charles is willing," offered Letetia.

"No thanks," she replied. "That's like playing your first football game in the World Cup finals. I think I better find someone like Brad."

"Or," I added, "maybe Brad."

We all looked at each other and giggled. I wondered what Brad would think. Soon, we climbed into our beds and drifted away.

The next time Brad and I were together, I steered the conversation to Kathleen wanting to lose her virginity. I told him he was so gentle and understanding and Kathleen deserved something like that.

He picked up on what I was saying.

"Andy, I think Kathleen is really pretty. And, she seems like a nice girl. Any guy, including me, would enjoy making love with her. But, I want you, not her."

I soared with his feelings for me, but did harbor some disappointment that he could not help out.

Brad stroked my pussy making me feel warm throughout my body.

"Andy, I do know someone who really thinks Kathleen is the prettiest girl on campus."

"Who?"

"My roomie, Rob. He's talked about her a lot. He even asked if I could put in a good word with you to see if she might be open to a date with him."




Sigma Iota Omicron Ch. 02



I thought about it and asked, "Did he ever see her bare pussy?"

Brad laughed and said, "Yeah, but he still would like to go out with her."

I joined in his laughter realizing the absurdity of the situation.

"Is he any kind of an asshole?" I asked.

"No, he's a good guy. He has a dry sense of humor and seems to treat everyone with respect. I think he and Kathleen might hit it off."

"Well, at the risk of seeming like a pimp, I will mention it to her. Just promise me you will not tell him she is so eager to have her cherry busted."

"Deal."

After a number of lovely sessions, I dressed and returned to our room.

Kathleen and Letetia were each sitting nude at their desks studying.

They turned in anticipation toward me.

I thought I would tease out the situation, but seeing the look of anxiety on Kathleen, I quickly brought them up to speed.

Kathleen said she knew Rob, since he was in one of her classes. She agreed he was cute.

"Well, I'm up for trying a date," she admitted. "If it turns into more, then that's what it will be. Andy, Brad didn't say if Rob had a big one, did he?"

Letetia and I howled and I said the subject never came up, emphasizing the pun.

Kathleen and Rob went out the following weekend and the weekend after that Kathleen was filling us in on her first intercourse.

"Bloody fantastic," she screamed. 

"So, was it big?" Letetia asked.

"Certainly not any where near what Charles has," she replied, "but it was fine for me."

SIOs Forever

With Bridget not bothering us, the rest of orientation flew by. We three roommates enjoyed a full schedule of studying and sex, with both each other and our boyfriends. I also kept my relationship with Tran alive. It was both sexual and intimate. She and I became fast and deep friends.

The most intense love-making occurred on special occasions with Julie. She was incredibly adept at wringing every inch of sensuality from me. I also learned that she was the one girl that Gretchen had sex with. They hit it off, but Audrey started giving Julie a lot of shit and eventually Julie called it off. I figured that only added to Gretchen's enmity toward SIO.

In the end, all Recruits were accepted into SIO, even Bridget. We had learned the first lessons about controlling our lives and acquired much more knowledge over the rest of our college career. 

Looking back I can say without a doubt, that the lessons I learned during orientation and my whole time with SIO made a dramatic difference in my life. I would not trade one second of that time. Now, every year I look forward to our "girls' weekends" to reunite with my SIOs.

Oh, yeah, what does SIO stand for? Well, you probably know that we all swear secrecy to the meaning of our name. But, we sisters did give it a nick name. Sigma Iota Omicron are the Greek letters for S-I-O. We just called it, Shave It Off.

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Sigma Iota Omicron



"OK, white girl with red ass, you done. Get up."

Annie said we had only a minute to get back down stairs. We pulled on our robes and headed to the door. Sister Annie smiled at us and said we did just fine. 

"I'm supposed to inspect you, but we don't have time. But, Julie will, so just go with the flow." She opened the door and headed out.

I turned to them and thanked them for taking care of me. "I think this roommate thing may just work out." Letetia lit up the room with a 1,000 watt smile and Kathleen turned a new shade of red and nodded. I led us down to something none of us could ever have expected.

The Rules

Julie was again standing in front of the rest of the sorority. She motioned us to our chairs and told us to sit. I eased my sore butt down, but immediately started squirming. Annie whispered something to Julie, and she nodded. 

"Recruit Andy, you may stand if you wish."

I thanked her and stood. Annie pulled the chair away so I was in line with the other recruits.

Julie pulled a chair in front of us and began talking as she sat and crossed her long legs.

"Recruits, you may be confused by what you have experienced so far and thinking you might want to leave. Let me explain the purpose of our orientation and then the simple rules you will follow. If, after listening, you wish to leave, you can do so and we will not say a word about your time with us. We will not blackball you if you pledge another sorority. I can tell you, however, that you will come to regret that decision. Because, if you stay, you will be on the path to becoming a powerful, successful and respected woman."

Julie looked each of us in the eye. "Our goal is to make you fabulous women. The secret is simple; it can be summed up in one word—Control. If you can master control, you can master yourselves and everyone you will meet in life. Everything we do in this orientation is geared to showing you one facet of control or another. Trust in me and the other sisters, and you will find a power in your life you never imagined."

Julie paused and let her words sink in. She then smiled and said that the rules will help us learn control. She asked me about the First Rule. 

"Always obey a sister," I quickly replied as I reimagined the painful strokes on my butt.

"Excellent! Now, Recruits, remove your robes, we need to inspect your work."

Julie ordered the other girls to stand. Slowly we all dropped our robes. She looked at our newly shaved crotches, lingering on each one. She told us to take a moment and look at each other. We each moved so we could view the other naked girls. Again, the differences were striking. I never gave much thought to girl's pussies, but each one was different in its now shaved state. 

"Sister Annie and Sister Kaitlin were there any problems?" Both girls shook their heads.

Julie walked to the end of the line where the Hispanic girl stood. She was short, about 5' 2", with dark hair, light brown skin, pointed boobs, a thick waist and short, but shapely legs. With her dark eyes and strong facial features, she demanded attention. Her pussy was smooth, and her lips were thick and full. Julie slipped her hand onto her mound and rubbed up and down. She then ordered the girl to sit and had Annie and Kaitlin raise and pull apart her legs. She was now completely exposed. Julie felt along her lips and slid her hand under her groping up to her anus. Julie nodded and the other girls released her legs. They assisted the recruit to stand again.

Julie repeated the process with a blond recruit with huge boobs and long legs, followed by an examination of a brunette with sagging boobs, a narrow waist, and short, stocky legs. Her face, however, was absolutely beautiful. I thought she would be one girl who looked much better dressed than naked.

Next was the Asian girl. I noticed her as soon as we had come into the sorority earlier that day. She had long, straight black hair that hung half-way down her back. Her skin was as smooth as beige silk. She was taller than I would have expected, probably around 5'6". She had perfectly shaped breasts sitting at a great angle on her chest. The nipples were dark and her areolas small and brown. The nipples pointed up and looked erect. Her waist was narrow and her hips hardly flared at all. What made her even more exotic and sexy was her Mons. It was quite pronounced and now that it was bare, showed a mound that called immediate attention to itself. With her flat stomach and naked raised Mons, she commanded voyeuristic stares from the rest of us. Julie called her forward and I could now see her small, tight buns, with a dimple on either side. 

Julie must have also felt the erotic vibes coming from the Asian girl, since she not only felt her crotch, but ran her hands over the perky breasts standing so smartly on her golden chest.

As the other girls separated the Asian's legs, Julie took her time examining every square inch of the dramatically exposed young woman. Finally, she gave a nod and the two Sisters released the Recruit. I felt my heart beating faster and my insides heating up. 

Julie now began examining Kathleen, and as we suspected, Kathleen began reacting to the touch near to her sensitive clit. Julie picked up on this right away, and played with it sending crimson from the tops of Kathleen's milky breasts up to the top of her head accompanied by labored breathing. When the Sisters spread her, Julie fondled her unmercifully. Suddenly, she stopped. She reached between Kathleen's legs and then asked Annie to do the same. After feeling the totally embarrassed Irish girl, Annie nodded sheepishly to Julie. 

"Recruit, who shaved you?" demanded Julie.

In a soft voice, Kathleen said, "Letetia."

Julie then turned to Annie. "Sister, did you check this Recruit?"

Annie looked uncomfortable, and said "No, Big Sister, we were a little rushed, and I..."

Julie cut her off. "I am not interested in excuses. I am quite upset to find this Recruit is not a real shave-tail. Do you see the red hair there?"

Annie agreed with her.

Julie then ordered both Kathleen and Letetia to step forward. Guessing what was probably waiting, they tentatively moved out of line. Julie instructed them to turn, spread their legs and grasp their calves.

She then handed the paddle to Annie and told her to administer the punishment. "Sister, remember to be strong, or the number will be doubled."

Annie stepped behind Kathleen. Her smooth rear pushed toward the ceiling. Annie sighed and let go with a solid smack on one cheek, followed by an equally strong one on the other. 

Kathleen cried out and tried to stifle her sobs. The first two were swiftly followed by four more until the white of the fair-skinned lass was now scarlet.

Julie stepped to Letetia and without hesitation administered six whacks that sounded like wood hitting a stone wall. Letetia did not even flinch, and winked at me.

Julie told the girls to retake their place. She then told Annie to face us. Annie, with a pained expression on her face, stood in front of us recruits. Julie told her to drop her pants.

Annie undid her belt, slid down the zipper and eased her jeans to the floor. She had on a red thong. 

"The rest," commanded Julie.

Annie pulled the thong down, then stepped clear of her clothes. She had a thick blond strip with full lips poking through. She was beautiful standing in front of us half-naked.

"You know the rest, Sister," said Julie

Annie bent over and grabbed her calves. Julie administered ten whacks. Julie then felt between her legs, finally removing her hand and wiping the wetness on Annie's red butt. When Annie straightened up, we could see the tears pouring down her cheeks, but she had not uttered a sound. 

"Pick up your clothes," ordered Julie.

Annie picked up her underwear and jeans and placed them on a chair, and then rejoined Kaitlin and Julie in the inspections. She looked strange standing there half-naked.

After Annie's punishment, Julie inspected me with her smooth, cool fingers and I felt the same jolt I experienced when she kissed me and touched my breast earlier. 

Julie is one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen. She is around six feet tall, with a smooth complexion and honey colored hair, pulled back to accent her high cheek bones. Her eyes are deep blue and her mouth a full bow of red. She appears to have a phenomenal figure under her cashmere sweater and tailored pants. 

Finally, they finished with me and moved to Letetia. Julie spent a long time on the thick lips of the black girl's sex.

Finishing, she returned to sit in front of us with Annie, still bottomless, and Kaitlin standing on either side.

"Recruits, I will now share Rule Two, it has two parts. First, while you are recruits you will not wear any undergarments. No bra, no panties, no panty hose—nothing. Second, you will wear a skirt at all times when you are out. In the house, you will wear nothing or your robe. Is that clear?"

We all feebly nodded yes.

"Rule Three—and this is to be carried out without exception. A failure to follow Rule Three means immediate discipline. Fail twice and the consequences are severe. Fail three times, and you are out."

Julie paused to be sure her admonitions had sunk in. By the frightened looks in our eyes, she had her answer.

"Rule Three, if anyone—male or female—asks if you are a shave-tailed SIO recruit, you must show that person that you are within one minute. That is why you will wear a skirt and no underwear. The only exceptions are that you do not have to respond if you are in class or any academic building. Please note, the library is not considered an academic building. Other than the times you are in class or an academic building, you will be accompanied by either Sister Kaitlin or Sister Annie. You are split into two sets and you will make arrangements to meet after classes so that you may always travel together and with your Sister. " 

Julie looked at our shocked faces and smiled.

"Any questions, Recruits?"

I believe all of us were speechless and not a sound came in response. Julie then dismissed us back to our rooms.

The meaning of rules

None of us even bothered to put on our robes and just grabbed them and ran up the stairs. Kathleen immediately broke into loud sobs and crumpled on a bottom bunk, lying on her tummy. Her delicate rear was three shades redder than mine and looked like it was about to burst.

Letetia picked up the ointment and tossed it to me.

Letetia bent over and I carefully applied a liberal coating, marveling at how taut and firm her buttocks were. She really was like a statue carved from marble. I next bent down next to Kathleen and softly asked her if I could put on the soothing ointment. She nodded, and I squirted a blob on each cheek. I could feel the heat in my palms as I carefully worked in the liquid. 

Just as I was finishing the door opened and Annie came in. She was still bottomless and looked pissed, and I figured Julie probably reamed her a new one. She told Kathleen to get up and ordered me to get the razor and shaving cream.

With a hand from Letetia, Kathleen stood and crossed to where Annie knelt in front of a desk. She motioned for another desk chair to be brought over and indicated that Kathleen should put a leg up. Annie then rubbed a mound of cream into the area between the Irish girl's legs and quickly, but gently took care of any stubble. Wiping her clean with a towel, Annie slowly moved her hand over every inch to be sure there were no stragglers.

She then turned to me and said, "Shave me clean."

We stared in wonder and she said, "Yeah, I fucked up so I have to keep it shaved as long as you girls do and I have to let you guys do it. Julie said to be sure that Andy does it first."

She plopped on the bed and spread her legs, winced at the pain emanating from her paddled butt, but did not get up. I used the cream and razor and in a minute she was as bald as we were. Hers was the second woman's sex I had touched in less than an hour. Annie's lips were pronounced and folded over her clit and I saw some drops of excitement slowly oozing out. There was also a strong but pleasant womanly scent reaching my nose.

She then told us to lie in our beds because she wanted to talk with us.

Kathleen and I shared one lower bunk while the big, black beauty took another bottom bed. Annie pulled up a chair between the bunks. She had to grab a pillow from a top bunk to slide under her naked and sore butt. Her shaved pussy glistened, reflecting the light in the room as she sat with her legs apart.

"Girls, I'm sorry you were punished. I should have checked. I feel responsible, but it is also a valuable lesson learned. There will be inspections all throughout your orientation, so I urge you to tend to your grooming every day. Remember you cannot do yourself. This is sort of an honor code, and I wager every girl who was ever here did do it herself, but if you get caught the punishment is not pleasant. 

"I will bring up some lotion with aloe that will help guard against razor burn."

Kathleen lay in front of me, both of us on our sides. Her rear was softly pressed against me and I could feel the heat from the reddened cheeks. I stroked her magnificent curls with one hand as her head rested on my arm. My breasts poked into her back and the contact felt both good and erotic.

Annie explained about what Julie meant when she talked about control.

"If you can control yourself, no matter what, you will be successful. You will learn how to control others and make them do what you want. Now, I know you are wondering how you can be in control when you have to show your private parts to anyone who says the right words. Think of it this way. The person asking to see you thinks he or she is in control. But, they really want something that only you can give. So, you have the control. Once they see your pretty, shaved sex, they will be filled with desire. Again, you can control that desire by flirting, denying, or many other tactics. You now control them."

I could feel Kathleen relax as Annie spoke and I stroked her hair. After a few minutes, she reached for my hand and brought it to her mouth. With tiny kisses, she covered my palm. 

"The other thing you have to control is your sex drive. We have deliberately made you more provocative and contrived to put you in sensual situations. You cannot give in to just anyone, you must exercise self-control. If you can make these situations work for you, then you will have conquered one of the most dangerous situations for women. By taking control of your sexuality, you will take control of most of the men, and the women, you will meet. Believe me, even if a man is not trying to get into bed with you, he is thinking about it, or thinking about what you look like naked. Control that, and you control him.

"So, how do you—attractive women with an abundance of hormones—keep your own libidos in control? Well, that's what sisters are for." 

Kathleen laughed and turned back to look me directly in the eye and winked. As she did, she pushed her butt harder into my crotch.

"Girls, we are not advocating that you become gay, or even bi. You are free to refrain from sex with your sisters. No one is every going to pressure you. If they do, come to me immediately. I'm serious, we will not tolerate that.

"We are saying that sex is something sisters can share just as we share secrets, clothes, and other special things. I know that just about every SIO has gone on to marry or, if not, to remain outwardly hetero. I also know that intimacy between sisters is a powerful bond that will last a lifetime.

"Before I came here and became a SIO, I never had any sexual experience with another girl. I mean it, nothing. But, just like you I was suddenly in such an unknown world that I couldn't tell up from down. My roommate and I both discovered that we were almost constantly turned on. It didn't take long before we discovered a safe and fun way to get rid of our horniness. After that, it became fun and a little romantic, but mostly fun. 

"I've had boyfriends and experience with other sisters in the last two years. Right now, well, let's say I am not in a committed relationship. I'm telling you this because I want you to feel comfortable with each other. If you want to experiment with sex, you can do it here in a total judgment free zone."

Annie shifted her weight on the chair, obviously trying to deal with the soreness in her rear. In doing so, she exposed more of her smooth pussy. I thought it was an erotic vision.

Annie picked up her conversation, telling us about the bond between sisters in this sorority.

"SIOs keep contact with their sisters. Andy, you're a legacy, right?"

I nodded. 

"So," continued Annie, "does your mother still have her "girls only" weekends and vacations with her sorority sisters?"

I thought about it and then nodded that she did. I never gave it a minute's thought, but now I recall that two or three times a year she would say she was getting together with her old college buddies.

"Exactly. Now don't think that these weekends are orgies of lesbian sex. That's not the point. They are a time when these beautiful, successful and complex women can come together and allow themselves to be out of control. They can have sex, get a little drunk, let off steam, bitch about their husbands, complain about their kids, and, yes, have a little more sex. It's safe, it's healthy, and it is with people they trust more than anyone else in the world. When they leave, they are back in control and ready to take on life's shit."

Annie asked it there were any questions.

I said, "What about the spanking?"

She smiled and said, "Good question. Actually, the spankings are an important part of your education.

"First, it gives you experience in controlling pain. As women, we may experience a lot of pain. We all have heard about the pain of childbirth. I am not saying a paddling compares to that pain, but you can begin to control how you react to pain. The more control you have with pain, the more control you will have with your lives.

"Second, we want you to experience the connection between pain and pleasure. Did any of you feel anything besides pain when you were paddles?"

Emboldened by a feeling of trust and shared humiliation with my roommates, I said softly, "I did."

"What did you feel, Andy?"

"I felt a strong tingle in my pussy and clit. I mean the paddle hurt like hell, but there was something behind that pain that made me a bit excited."

"And...?" prompted Annie.

"And, when Julie..."

"Big Sister Julie," said Annie, "get used to calling her that."

"When Big Sister Julie pinched my ass, I, sort of, got wet."

Annie smiled and nodded. 

"Yep, there is a connection between pain and excitement. You need to understand it and then learn how to control it. It can bring pleasure and confidence to you."

"Finally," Annie said, "some women who master control and use it throughout their lives to become successful, need to release that control once in a while. That is why many of SIOs enjoy bondage and domination. They can let loose of their control in a very safe environment with those they love and trust. It is a liberating experience for them. It is a cleansing."

"Do you do that, Annie?" asked Kathleen.

"Kathleen, please remember to call me Sister Annie. I don't mind here in the room, but if Big Sister Julie heard you, we both would be punished.

"Yes, I do enjoy it. There are a couple senior sisters who sponsor B&D weekends. I have gone to a couple and come back both satisfied and energized."

Annie wrapped up her little talk and said she wanted to take a hot tub. Asking if anyone wanted to join her, she stood and pulled off her top and bra. She had a great body and we all admired her standing naked in front of us. She and Letetia pulled on robes and grabbed towels, and soon Kathleen and I were alone in the room.




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Kathleen snuggled back into me and thanked me for being so kind. I told her I had a feeling we had all better stick together in order to make it through orientation.

"What do you think about what Annie said?" asked Kathleen. "You know about sisters helping out sisters with...well, with sex."

I found that to be an intriguing question, since I was cuddling a naked girl in my arms. 

"I don't know," I replied. "I mean I never had sex with a girl. And, I guess you haven't either?"

"God, no," was Kathleen's soft reply. "Up to today, I was wondering what it would be like to have sex with a boy. Lord, now I've double the thinking to do."

We both laughed.

"Well, this could be an interesting semester," I said.

"Ah, that it could be," Kathleen replied.

The First Test The next day we all rose early. I showered, sneaking in a quick shave on my puss and pulled on clothes. It felt weird to wear a skirt, and especially with no underwear.

We had a quick bite to eat. Our group included us three roommates and the Asian girl. Annie escorted us to our classroom building, Ford Hall. After checking our schedules, she knew we all had morning classes and so did she. Since Ford was an academic building, she reassured us we would not have to worry about being challenged. She told us to meet in the entrance of Ford and we would walk over to the dining hall for lunch. She advised us to go to a study room on the second floor in between classes.

"Girls," said Annie, "you have to get ready. Most of the upperclassmen know about our orientation. They can identify you because you will be about the only girls on campus wearing skirts. They look forward to this day. There is some competition to see who gets the first look. My advice is just do it. Don't think about it. If someone says the right phrase, show him or her. If you hesitate or make a big deal out of it, you will have given them control. Remember what Julie said."

With our pep talk over, Annie left us so we could find our classes. No one from my group was in my English class. As soon as I walked in I felt eyes on me, including the young instructor, who was a graduate fellow.

Maybe it was my imagination, but I thought everyone knew I was a SIO pledge and that I was shaved and naked under my short skirt.

I found sitting a bit uncomfortable since my butt still hurt from the paddling. A bit of squirming and I was able to make it through.

I had another class immediately following and was relieved to see Kathleen sitting in the room. We sat together and made eye contact, silently trying to give each other strength.

Class ended at 11:30 and we made our way to the front of Ford. Annie was waiting and in a few minutes we were joined by Letetia and Tran, the Asian girl.

Annie said there were a couple more things to remember. 

"You don't have to respond if someone just shouts out to show them your pussy. A person has to come up to you and ask if you are a SIO shave-tail recruit. If that person does not say those words, you do not have to show it. If he, or she, does, then I'd say just lift your skirt. You only have to do it for a second. But you do have to be sure it was long enough for that person, but not necessarily anyone else who might be standing around, to see you. 

"Since no one knows your name, they will try to identify you by some characteristic. For example, Kathleen, they will probably call you Red. Tran will most likely be Asian or Asian-girl. Letetia you will probably intimidate most of them, so they may just call you Ma'am or maybe Big Girl. Andy, I don't know what they'll say."

I soon found out. As we walked outside of Ford, a pretty blond girl approached me. She headed a pack of six other boys and girls.

She came up to me. 

"What do we have here?" she called out to her friends. "Well, I do believe we have some SIO wannabes."

The mocking tone of her voice set me on guard. I came to find out my instincts were correct. She would be our main nemesis during our orientation.

"Quite a motley group. Looks like some sort of quota gathering," she sneered.

I could feel Letetia tense up beside me. I put a hand on her arm to try to calm her.

"Oh, look, the little one with no tits is trying to soothe the savage."

Letetia took a step toward her, her eyes narrowed to slits.

"Oh, Annie, better tell this Black Beast that she should keep it cool. I wouldn't want to have to report her to the Intercouncil Disciplinary Committee. Might get SIO put on probation."

I could feel the strength in Letetia as I tried to keep her from moving forward.

Annie moved in front of her. She smiled and just said, "Control."

Letetia finally broke off staring at the blond and made eye contact with Annie. She nodded and stepped back.

Annie faced the ringleader. 

"Gretchen, cool it. I might interpret your language as racist and I can assure you the IDC would not take kindly to it. Maybe, even put you Pi's on probation."

Gretchen shot Annie a dagger look, then shrugged a "Whatever."

Turning to me the blond said, "Hey, little No Tits, is it true you are a SIO shave-tailed recruit?"

I looked at the seven strangers standing in front of me with their gazes locked on my short skirt. 

Annie looked expectantly in my direction.

My palms were sweating, my heart pounding and I was thinking pledging SIO was the biggest mistake of my life. In the back of my mind, I heard an imaginary clock ticking down the sixty seconds.

I glanced at my sisters and they all had the deer in the headlights look.

I looked back at the blond leader.

I swallowed hard and said, "You bet your ass I am."

I lifted my skirt as high as I could and gave them all a straight view of my naked and smooth sex. I held the pose longer than I knew was necessary. 

I kept it up until one of the other girls and a boy actually looked away. I learned my first lesson about control.

I let my skirt drop and we pushed our way through the small group and headed to Rogers dining hall.

As we walked on, Annie squeezed my shoulder and said "Well done, Andy. Well done."

My sisters pounded my back with congratulations. 

As we entered Rogers Hall, I immediately saw the tall blond Recruit from SIO standing with her skirt pulled up in front of about a dozen male students. They were whooping it up and the girl was silently crying.

Before we made it back to our sorority house that afternoon, we had all lifted our skirts at least a dozen times. Sometimes it was a group of boys, a group of girls, mixed groups and even a couple solo students who asked to take a look. In one group, I noticed the grad assistant who was my English teacher. He was definitely looking. I felt that there was probably no one on campus who hadn't had a peek at my pussy.

When we finally got back to our sorority, Kathleen, Letetia and I raced up to our room. Falling on our beds we began exchanging stories of showing our pussies around campus.

Between laughs we replayed our first day. 

A knock on the door brought us around and Annie walked in.

"Well, girls, you survived. Congratulations. The first day is in some way the easiest."

Puzzled, I asked, "Easiest?" I couldn't imagine it getting any harder.

Annie pulled up a desk chair and explained.

"Today, you showed your most private part to a bunch of strangers. It was difficult, but you did it. By tomorrow and the days after that, you will have made some acquaintances. You will like some people and not like others. Then, you will have to expose yourself to someone who knows you, and maybe whom you like. That is harder, believe me."

I told them about seeing my English teacher and how uncomfortable I probably would feel in class knowing he saw my naked pussy.

I also recalled seeing a cute guy in my French class. I imagined him asking me out and then I imagined what it would feel like to have him staring at my bald pussy in the middle of the dining hall. I began to understand what Annie was saying.

"What's up with that girl, Gretchen?" asked Letetia. "Is she for real?"

Annie told us that Gretchen would do everything she could to try to get us to get bounced or quit. She said there was some bad blood between her and SIO, but didn't give any details.

Annie then said it was time for us to come down for a house meeting. She said that we could leave our clothes and robes in our room.

"Girls, there will be an inspection tonight, so I suggest you groom before coming down. Andy, can you do me, since I have to be as smooth as you guys?"

I nodded and Annie walked into our bathroom, while Letetia and Kathleen stayed in the bedroom. She undid her jeans and slid off her blue bikinis. She sat on the toilet seat and spread her legs. I knelt in front of her and spread shaving cream over her sex. I shaved her and toweled off the excess. She turned and spread her legs so I could work the back of her and between her legs. I noticed her pink pussy and the slightly darker opening to her anus. 

It's funny in just a couple days I thought nothing of putting my nose inches from another girl's pussy and rubbing my hands over her entire sex. I also got a little tingle because Annie was beautiful and had a pretty puss. I noticed she was a little damp while I worked on her. Feeling daring, I rubbed my finger on her clit. She wiggled and turned to smile at me. I cleaned off the extra cream and once again paid extra attention to her clit. She moved her behind in concert with my touch. I then boldly took some of the moisture on her pussy and smeared in her anus. I softly rubbed the outside of her butt hole. I could hear her take in breath. Annie then stood and turned to me. She leaned over and kissed my forehead and whispered a thank you. I extended by hand and rubbed her clit area harder for a few more seconds. I noticed my finger was wet with her juices.

She bent to my ear and whispered, "That was sweet, Andy. I haven't been touched in a long time."

"No boyfriend as I recall" I asked as I continued my unique experience of touching a girl in her private area. 

"No, and no girlfriend either. So, that feels nice."

I looked at the smooth and wet pussy and shocked myself by wondering what it would be like to kiss it.

I put my finger on her smooth sex lips and looked at her. "You're beautiful and very pretty being shaved like this."

Annie smiled and moved to pick up her clothes.

The rest of us helped each other tidy up. Naked we ran downstairs.

Our other pledge sisters were standing naked in front of the room, while the rest of the house was again gathered on the couches and chairs. Annie was still bottomless, but carried her jeans and undies in her arm.

Julie told Kaitlin to inspect Annie. I had already sensed there was a bit of rivalry between the two. As Juniors, I imagined they were vying to see who was second in command after Julie and would become Big Sister when Julie graduated. I was sure Julie was aware of the tension, and used this occasion to give another lesson about control. Kaitlin smiled and thoroughly examined Annie. I thought I noticed her slipping a finger inside and confirmed my suspicion by seeing the flushed look on Annie's face. Finishing, she nodded to Julie, who told Annie she could get dressed.

Julie walked back and forth and talked to us. She said she heard good and bad stories, but in general she was proud of her recruits. Julie said that we had to tough it out and not let them see us crying, as she looked at Bridget, the tall blond.

"Recruit Bridget, please step forward," said Julie.

The beautiful girl tentatively moved out from our line.

"Sister Kaitlin reported that you refused to lift your skirt today within the sixty seconds. Is that true?"

Bridget started sobbing and slowly nodded.

"Recruit Bridget, didn't you understand the rules?"

The tall girl nodded.

"Although there are no excuses, please tell me and your fellow recruits why you let us all down today?"

Bridget wiped her nose with the back of her hand and started talking in a shaky voice.

"There was one of my professors standing there," she said. "I just couldn't embarrass myself like that in front of him."

I could sympathize with her, since I felt uncomfortable with flashing my English teacher.

"So, you let others control you?" asked Julie.

"I, I guess so," mumbled Bridget.

"Oh, you most definitely did," she shot back. "And, you brought shame on your fellow recruits and all the sisters of SIO. I told you there would be consequences. Turn around, and grab your calves."

Slowly, Bridget turned and bent from the waist.

"Marcella, come here," ordered Julie.

The Latina girl moved forward.

"You were with Bridget today?"

"Yes, Big Sister Julie."

"And, you obeyed the rule?"

The girl silently nodded.

"Very good, then you shall administer fifteen strokes. Make them good, Recruit Marcella, or all your fellow recruits will suffer."

Marcella picked up the paddle and quickly administered the punishment. The blond rocked with each blow, and her sobs changed to audible cries.

When Marcella had finished, Julie ordered her back in line.

"Recruit Bridget, stand and face me," commanded Julie.

Looking the tall girl in the eyes, she said.

"That was part one of the consequences. Now, I will explain part two."

Kaitlin appeared next to them holding a long navy dress. It was made of jersey and had a sash for a belt.

"Put this on, Recruit Bridget."

The girl slipped on the dress, the fabric now shamelessly clinging to her full body, outlining the shape of her breasts and rear.

"You will wear this for two days. When anyone asks the proper question, you will untie the belt and open the dress. You will show them not only your pretty little cunt, but also your breasts. Do you understand?"

The girl struggled to speak through her tears, but said "Yes."

"Fine, then take it off now and get back in line."

"Now, I'll check all of your grooming then we can have dinner."

Julie worked her way down the line, carefully examining each of us. I felt her hand on my pussy and sucked in as her finger explored my inner lips. She looked in my eyes and then smiled and slipped one finger quickly inside and pulled out just as quickly.

The tradition in SIO was that the recruits served dinner in the nude and then cleaned up and ate by ourselves in the kitchen. We had a cook. He was in his forties and had worked there for years. I'm sure he enjoyed this orientation time with seven young naked women working around him.

After dinner and clean-up, we went to our room for a bit of studying and more chatting about our day.

The next day brought many more exposures. After lunch we were sitting at our table when Gretchen came up with three of the most handsome guys I had ever seen. One was the boy in my French class. 

"Well, how are our little show-offs today?" she asked in her mocking voice. I had already mentally dubbed her the Bitch.

Annie asked her what she wanted.

"It's not me, Annie," she said, "it's these young men."

She looked around and her eyes settled on me.

"No Tits, is it true you are a SIO shave-tailed recruit?"

Two of the boys looked on with lustful anticipation, while the boy from my class looked confused.

I stood and walked to stand in front of them.

"You know, Gretch, you keep asking me to show it. I'm beginning to think you are getting off on it. Maybe you'd like a little taste for lunch. Is that what you really want?"

The Bitch glared at me and sneered, "Why don't you do what good little SIOers do and lift your skirt and show us your skanky cunt."

I caught the look on the boy from French class. He was shaking his head in wonderment.

"Hey, what's going on here?" he asked. "Gretchen, you said you would introduce us to some people. I don't get it."

The Bitch turned on her sickening sweet voice and said, "You will, Brad, you will."

"Brad, his name is Brad," I thought. I also thought that once I showed my pussy, I could write him off. Who'd want to have a regular relationship with a girl who was showing her coochie to everyone on campus? Sure, he might want sex, but nothing more.

I put on my brightest smile and grabbed my hem. Slowly, I lifted it up and then moved my feet apart to give them a real show.

The other boys hooted and poked each other with their elbows. Brad looked shocked at what he was seeing. He raised his eyes from my exposed slit, met my gaze, let his stare return to my exposed sex, turned away and walked from our table.

I let my skirt drop and flipped the bird to the Bitch and sat back down.

The Bitch smiled, knowing she got to me. She then asked Kathleen the magic question, followed by Letetia, and finally Tran. I could tell each guy had a hard-on pushing against his jeans.

Later that night in our rooms, we replayed the scene at our table. The other girls picked up on Brad's behavior. I told them he was the cute guy I had mentioned. 

"Well," said Kathleen, "He almost behaved like a gentleman. He did take a quick look at you, but then walked away. He didn't even stay to check us out."

"Yeah," I lamented, "Probably in disgust with me for being such a slut."

"No way, babe," chimed in Letetia. "You handled it like a fox. You showed that blond bitch that she is not going to get to you."

I laughed and said that's what I called Gretchen in my mind—Bitch. The others readily agreed and we never called her anything else from that point on.

I silently wondered if the Bitch was going to get to us and maybe even get one of us to quit SIO.

Letetia said she had to go to a team workout. Basketball conditioning was starting and she had to work out every day. 

Letetia pulled on clothes. It was the one exception to going commando. She picked up her big bag and headed out.

Kathleen and I sat next to each other on the bottom bunk, both of us totally naked, which was usual for our time in our rooms.

After some more reminiscing about our day, Kathleen said softly, "All this running around with my pussy exposed is starting to get me really horny."

I was surprised at this admission, since she seemed so shy talking about sex.

She looked at me and asked, "How about you?"

I laughed and said, "God, yes."

We laughed together.

I said I needed release, but living so closely together made it awkward.

Kathleen reddened and said, "Well, there's just the two of us here now and we both are suffering from the same malady."

"You mean we should masturbate right here?"

"Yes, that, or..."

"Or what?" I asked.

Kathleen turned to face me, and I repositioned myself, so we were head on to each other.

"I keep thinking about our first day when we were shaving each other and I couldn't hold it back."

I shook my head in understanding.

"Well, I had a great orgasm."

I reached over and stroked her bare arm, "Obviously."

"Yeah, but I also really liked the touch of someone else doing that to me. And, I was thinking about what Annie said about sisters helping each other out. So, I sorta' thought that maybe the two of us, could, you know, like help each other."

It took be a few seconds to take in the significance of what Kathleen was suggesting.

I looked at her beautiful face, now fully blushed, and let my eyes wander down to her full and milky breasts, finally coming to rest on the smooth area between her legs. I felt my pulse pick up with anticipation.

I had never been intimate with a girl, but I was quickly moving in that direction.

"What should we do," I asked.

Kathleen moved in and kissed me. Her lips were warm and soft. I responded and kissed back. We embraced and kissed for a long time. Kathleen moved her hand to my breast.

I loved the touch, but felt self-conscious about the tiny mounds and said so.

Kathleen said, "Don't be ridiculous. Your breasts are beautiful and look like their begging to be licked."




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She bent and took a nipple between her lips. A shock ran through my body as she played with her tongue over the tender bud. 

"Is this Ok," she asked looking up at me.

"God, yes. Are you sure you've never done it before."

"I think I would have remembered if I did," she said with a laugh in her voice.

She moved her mouth to my other breast and paid equal attention to it as my hands found her more developed breasts.

Haltingly I moved down to kiss the soft mound and the erect nipple. I loved the sensation and worked each breast.

Kathleen pulled me back to her and we lay side by side on the bed. Her hand moved to between my legs. I opened them and felt her gently probing inside. I reacted by kissing her and pushing my pussy hard against her hand.

Slowly I moved my hand on to her naked sex lips. She moaned deeply as I rubbed the barely covered clit.

She pulled my hand away and extracted her finger and pulled me close.

"Andy, I never did this before, either. But, I want you so bad right now. Are you Ok with this?"

I stroked her soft red curls and said, "Yes. I want more, but I don't know if I can do the whole thing."

Kathleen look puzzled, "What?"

"I enjoy kissing, touching and playing with your breasts, even rubbing your clit. But, I don't know if I am ready to put my head between your legs and lick you down there."

Kathleen smiled and said, "Well, it looks like I'll be doing the licking and you can be doing the moaning."

That's what happened, and moan I did. What she lacked in experience she more than overcame with enthusiasm. Although I had a couple boys down there, it never did much for me. They just seemed to fumble along and not hit any good spaces. Kathleen seemed to sense just the right things to do. Having her tongue on my clit not only brought a sensual response but sent electrical sparks through my psyche. "A girl eating my pussy," was a strange message for me to accept. The building orgasm finally pushed my apprehension away. I came in a wave of shudders as Kathleen used her tongue and fingers.

After a few moments rest, I overcame my uncertainties and tasted my first woman. Loving the feel of her clit under my tongue, I surprised myself by savoring the taste of her womanly essence. As I was licking her clit and darting my tongue inside her swollen lips, I recalled the temptation of do this to Annie when I shaved her. God, I wondered if maybe I was a closet dyke. I then concentrated on the fragrant and wet pussy in front of me and sent Kathleen screaming into bliss.

We were still sleeping, entwined in each others arms, when Letetia returned. She took one look and declared, "I see some hanky-panky has been happen' in my room."

"Sorry," I said meekly.

"Shit, girl, the only thing to be sorry about was that I wasn't here to join in."

Kathleen muttered, "It was heaven."

She reached her hand out and Letetia held it. "Ah, maybe next time we can all share." I smiled in agreement and snuggled back and soon fell into a deep sleep.

Big Sister's Room Two days later, Kaitlin came into the kitchen after dinner. She said that Julie wanted to see me in her room, and that I would not be coming back to my room that night. It was just after dinner, and Kathleen, Letetia and the blond girl, Bridget, were standing naked in the kitchen doing dishes and cleaning up. I grabbed my robe and followed Kaitlin up the stairs.

As Big Sister, Julie had the house's only suite. It contained a large bedroom, with a queen sized bed, a sitting/study room and a private bath. Julie was at her desk working on a pile of text books and spoke over her shoulder. She thanked Kaitlin for bringing me and told her she could go.

I stood awkwardly in the middle of the room, not knowing what to do. In a couple minutes, the door opened and Sister Annie led in Tran. 

I had earlier found out Tran's story. She came to the US from Viet Nam when she was five. She earned a full academic scholarship to college. Her college advisor in high school was a SIO and recommended Tran to the sorority and made some calls to guarantee Tran would receive an invitation.

We eyed each other and gave a little shrug, each indicating we had no idea what was going on. After another five minutes, Julie finished her work and turned to face us. She looked carefully at each of us and smiled.

Julie is spectacularly beautiful, especially when she smiles. With perfect white teeth, she lights up a room. She crossed over to a small couch in the sitting area, and motioned us to stand in front of her.

"Girls, I asked you here because I sense real leadership possibilities in each of you. I want to help you reach your potential and so will do a little extra education with you."

Julie leaned back on the couch and tucked her long legs underneath her.

"You are both learning about control, and I am proud at how well you seem to be doing. Andy, Annie tells me you have handled every time you were compelled to expose yourself with such aplomb that she knew you ended up controlling the situation. Tran, Annie also tells me you can take control of a situation so smoothly that most people don't even know they are being led. These are qualities I cannot teach, they are what you bring to SIO. This evening I want to work on another important quality, obedience."

Julie pointed to an ice bucket on the end table with a bottle of wine. She asked if I would pour her a glass. I complied and she let her hand linger on mine as I passed her the glass.

"So, how do you balance control and obedience? At first, they seem to be opposites. But, you can make them work for you and give you absolute control over others. When someone is trying to make you obey, and you rebel, you are ceding control to them. Because, they will find ways to continue to harass you or force your obedience. But, if you comply—because it is what you want to do to gain control—you take away a lever they have. After a while, they tire of trying to make you uncomfortable with all their demands, and they want to please you. You then have them in your control."

Julie said we should keep that principle in mind, and we would see it work in our favor.

"Now, I also want to talk about sex. As your sisters, we will never force you to have sex—with a man, with one of us, or even yourself. You can always be in control and can say yes or no. I also know that sex can be a powerful force to bind sisters together."

Julie reminded us that the first thing we did as Recruits was to touch the most intimate part of another woman. 

"For many of you that was the first time you did that," said Julie. "We planned it that way so that you would not only obey us, but also learn that your sisters are sexual beings. If we had you groom yourselves, you would be hesitant to think about experimenting. Ladies, experimenting is good. You will find that having a safe haven for sex will be a key to controlling urges that could lead you to make unwise decisions."

Julie looked at both of us. She kept our eyes fixed on hers through the intensity of her stare.

"Andy, Tran, I told you I see special qualities in you. I want to help you develop those qualities. I want to use every tool we have for that purpose—including sex. Do you trust me?"

I felt my throat thicken. I was not sure where Julie was going with this thought, but at that moment I think I trusted her more than anyone I had ever known. I could not form a sentence, so I nodded my agreement. Tran spoke a soft yes.

Julie turned on the 1,000 watt smile. "Great. Tran have you had sex since coming to SIO?"

Tran looked at the floor and then met Julie's gaze. "No, Big Sister, I have not." She roomed with Bridget, the tall blond.

"Have you masturbated?"

"A couple times in the shower, I did."

"Are you still sexually excited, even though you have masturbated?"

"Yes, Big Sister. I find that having to show myself to many people is both intimidating and arousing. I come back to our house and am quite excited."

"Andy, have you had sex since being with us?"

I blushed deeply. "Yes."

"Was it the first time you had sex with a woman?"

"Yes."

"How do you feel about it? Do you feel you can trust this person more or less since you've had sex?"

"Absolutely more."

She smiled and nodded, then took a sip of her wine and asked us both to drop our robes. Slowly we complied. Julie then requested we face each other. We turned and looked into each other's eyes.

Julie had us take a couple steps apart.

"Andy, describe Tran's face and body."

I had seen Tran naked a couple times and always felt a jump in my stomach. She was exquisite. Finding my voice, I began.

"Tran is one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen. Her hair is like silk, it shines and moves so sexily. I can hardly stop myself from running my fingers through it. Her eyes are so bright, yet dark and penetrating. I feel she can look into my soul. Her mouth is, I guess you'd say, sensual. The lips have a little pout that just begs for a kiss. Her skin is smooth."

Moving my gaze down her body, I continued. "Her breasts are unbelievable. They are not large, but the way they sit on her chest with the dark nipples contrasting against the light color of her skin is exotic. I also love how the nipples are standing out right now. She has a classic shape with a narrow waist, and almost boyish hips. I love the way the hip bones stand out and form a little cavity that trails down to her, her...uh..her sex. Her Mons makes my knees weak the way that it protrudes. Her vagina is so smooth, hiding all the treasure inside, while showing just a slightly darker shade along her slit. I can make out her clit hood and it is almost asking for attention. "

I walked around the back of Tran, and described her strong back, long legs with the tight calves, and finally her small ass, with a dimple on each cheek.

"Very good," said Julie. "Andy, would you like to make love to Tran?"

I wanted to shout yes, but was afraid of what Tran would think. I shrugged.

"Tran, do you think Andy is attractive?

"Oh, yes. She is most beautiful. I would love to have sex with her. She would be the first woman for me, but I would love it."

I was shocked. I couldn't believe I was getting into sex with women so easily. First, Kathleen and now I was hoping to fuck this incredibly exotic woman standing in front of me.

"Tran, does it bother you that Andy has tiny tits?"

"No, her breasts are perfect. They remind me of little nuts on top of a mound of rice. They are delicate and attractive."

"Tran, will you kiss Andy?"

Tran closed the space between us and shyly looked in my eyes. She reached her hand to my cheek with a touch as soft as a small bird. Gently she guided my lips to hers and we kissed. I have never before or since felt anything as soft and sensual as that first kiss. I lost any hope of resistance. I wanted to kiss her until I could no longer stand up, and then lie with her and kiss her more.

Slowly, Tran pulled back, our lips sticking together for a last second.

"Very good, girls, very good", purred Julie.

She stood up and said, "I want to have a bath, and I want you, two, to bathe me."

She led us to her bathroom, and turned on the water in the large tub. We only had showers available to us and the thought of a hot bath was intoxicating.

Julie stood from the tub and turned to us. "Undress me!"

She was wearing a tan skirt and blue oxford cloth shirt. She had kicked off her shoes in the other room, but still had on navy knee socks. I dropped down and pulled each sock to her ankle. Julie rested her hand on my head and lifted one foot at a time so I could remove the socks. Her long legs were smooth and warm to the touch. I stood back up facing Julie and Tran stood behind. With a slight tremble in my hand, I began to undo the buttons to her shirt. 

When it was open, Tran slipped it off Julie's shoulders and let it drop to the floor. Julie always wore tailored clothes, and I had no idea what sort of figure she had. She had on a cream-colored, silk bra that outlined large milky breasts. Tran undid the clasp and I pulled the bra free. 

Julie's breasts were white, in contrast to her tanned upper body and stomach. She obviously spent time in her Florida home sunning in a small bikini.

I later confirmed what I now observed. Julie was a 38 C. Her large pink areolas contained brown nipples that slowly grew and hardened. The breasts were firm and swayed enticingly.

I could see Tran's hands working the button and zipper in the back of Julie's skirt. Tran bent to ease the skirt past Julie's feminine hips and her tight thighs. Julie wore matching cream silk panties that were a full and they looked awesome on Julie. I could slightly detect the outline of her pubic hair behind the silk. Tran and I both squatted and together slid the panties off. Julie had a thick, but neatly trimmed patch of dark blond curls. Her vagina lips pushed through the curls neatly separating the patch. With my face only inches away, I caught a scent of delicate perfume and a women's sex. It made my heart pound and my tongue struggle to stay inside my mouth.

Julie turned and walked to the tub to turn off the tap. As she bent, she exposed the inner parts of her lips to us, nestled underneath her pear shaped and smooth, white ass.

Julie stepped into the tub and eased into the bubbles. She beckoned us to the side and handed me a washcloth. I soaped it and began to clean her face, moving down until my hands found the firm softness of her breasts. Julie kept her eyes closed, but opened her mouth slightly as I massaged each mound and rubbed the nipple with the cloth. Tran used just her hands to clean one breast. 

I rubbed her stomach and Tran and I both found our hands resting on the soft curls of Julie's sex. We stroked and rubbed, and I boldly began to push a finger inside her. Julie opened her legs wider, and I was in. The water in the tub and the wetness of Julie created a seamless sea of erotica. With my free hand, I pulled Tran's fingers to where my own were buried inside Julie. Soon, Tran and I both were exploring the inside of our Big Sister. She responded by pushing her groin against our hands and holding her own breasts, stretching out the large nipples. I thought she was building to a climax, when she reached down and pulled our hands out.

With a smile and shake of her head, Julie directed us away from her sex to her hair. We shampooed her thick blond hair and rinsed it with bath water. Julie stood up, glistening with water and soap and quickly crossed to the free standing shower. She adjusted the temp and stepped in. She motioned for us to join her. The three of us were soon exploring each other's body under the warm flow. I savored the feel of Tran's tits under my hands and almost swooned as Julie washed my clean-shaven pussy and momentarily explored my steaming inside with a finger. 

We turned the shower off, and grabbed three bath towels and ran to the bedroom. We dried each other and pulled the covers back on the queen-sized mattress. Julie kissed me, then Tran. She slid up to the top of the bed, resting her back on the headboard. She began to finger herself, with her long shapely legs splayed wide open.

"I want to see you and Tran make love, but only if you want to. There will not be anything held against you if you don't want to."

Tran smiled and pulled my face to hers. Again, the kisses burned into my soul. "Shall we continue?" she asked.

I nodded.

Our hands roamed and explored every inch, and soon the journey was repeated with mouths and tongues. When at last I pressed my lips to Tran's smooth pussy, I nearly burst with excitement. The taste of her flowing juices was intoxicating. I could not get enough. I licked, sucked, pulled, inserted and nibbled, until Tran fell back with a moan and quivered. Julie reached down and kissed her mouth, as my own mouth teased one more orgasm from the sweet, dripping slit.

Tangled together, we soon fell asleep. Sometime later, I have no idea how long, I woke to the sensation of a tongue on my pussy. Tran kissed my mouth and explored with her tongue. I realized it was Julie who was nestled between my legs. I soon knew that she was experienced and passionate. She was also giving in her approach to oral sex. With Tran on one set of lips and Julie on the other, I crossed a barrier of ecstasy that I never even knew existed.

We finally ended up under the expensive sheets in a classic spoon. Tran nestled in my arms, her tiny ass pushing into my groin, while Julie snuggled up behind me and let one hand lie gently on Tran's breast. We slept until morning.

That was the beginning of my sexual experience with Julie. She taught me so much about making love.

Letetia and Me and Charles 

Letetia and I got to become fairly close. I never had any relationship with a black person before, having grown up and gone to school in an almost completely white small town in New Hampshire. I don't think I am prejudiced, but I really didn't know what to expect.

Letetia was from Roxbury, outside of Boston, and played basketball for a well-respected high school. Far from a dumb jock, she was among the top 10 in her class and was awarded a full scholarship to college, even though she would have to play basketball. She said her AAU coach in the summer was a SIO and encouraged her to go for the sorority. Her coach paved the way.

Letetia invited me along to some of her practices. I was amazed at the size and the grace of the athletes. I enjoyed watching the girls play and also enjoyed being able to wear regular clothes for a while. I was given the same exemption as Letetia when it came to going to the gym.

Letetia, although a freshman, was obviously one of the best players. As I sat in the locker room waiting for her after a practice, I also marveled at the naked bodies of the team. They were all big and muscled. Some of the girls had a little fat on them, but they were incredibly beautiful in their natural state. Just like the girls at SIO, there were all shapes and sizes. Letetia, however, was the only one who was completely shaved. Most had a landing strip or a close cropped and neatly trimmed triangle, with a couple thick and wild full bushes thrown in. Letetia seemed to have no problem shaving her underarms, legs and, even though it was against SIO rules, neatening up her pussy in the shower while carrying on a conversation with the other girls.     Her best friend on the team was Barbara, a six-three bean pole. Barb was all angles with her elbows and knees. They had played AAU together for many years before ending up at the same college. She had practically no boobs, just like me, but on her long frame they looked even smaller. She had long legs, a dark patch of a narrow landing strip and bony hips. Her ass was as small as a boy's. Barb was very pretty, with deep blue eyes, brunette hair cut close to her head, and a warm and happy smile. She and Letetia would tease each other mercilessly about the other's body. Letetia said she was calling campus security to have them look all around the gym to see if the could find Barb's tits, since she obviously didn't have them on her chest.

Barb retorted by claiming to be surprised that there was such a thing as a black bald eagle, and then grabbed the big girl's shaved crotch. Letetia responded by pushing her boobs into Barb's chest and asked how it felt to be close to real female boobs.

They went back and forth, taunting and slapping each other's ass, or tweaking nipples.

Walking home later, I asked Letetia if she ever made it with Barb.

"Why, do you think she's pretty?"

I admitted she was and that I was relieved to see there was someone with smaller tits than mine.

"Yeah, but I bet yours taste a lot sweeter," said Letetia.

"Is that a come on?" I asked half joking. "Or, does that mean you've tasted hers?"




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"Could be. What you think, little bitty titty white girl?"

Letetia could turn on her jive talk and sound like she was five minutes from the hood, or she could speak like a Harvard professor.

I stammered some incoherent reply and we kept walking to the dorm. Later that night, Kathleen announced she was being picked up for the weekend by friends of her family who lived nearby, and she would be gone until Sunday.

We saw her off and Letetia excused herself and left the room. Five minutes later she returned with a small cooler, which contained a bunch of beers on ice. Drinking for freshmen wasn't really encouraged, but if you kept it cool nobody hassled you.

We each opened one and Letetia pried the top off a can of cashews. We sat on my bunk and drank and ate the nuts while talking about nothing in particular.

"So, girl, you want me to lick your titties?"

I was a little taken aback at her boldness. I finally asked her why she was doing this.

"Well, I never had any messing around with girls before coming here" she then broke out laughing. "Shit, that's a fuckin' lie. Barb and I made it a couple times last summer. We roomed together on some AAU trips to New York and Chicago. We got high on beer and made out. Well, we did more than just make out. We actually did it all. I think we were always attracted to each other and both of us were extremely curious. So, we did it. It was cool, but neither of us wanted a girlfriend for regular screwing. And now that I'm being totally fuckin' honest, we did more than a couple times. It was more like a couple times a night. Shit, she can wrap me up with those long legs and suck my pussy dry. 

"Since we've been here, we've been together about five or six times. I like her and she is very good at sex."

Letetia pulled on a beer and softly rubbed my thigh with her huge hand, letting her long fingers brush against my pussy.

"I lost my cherry," she said, "with some football stud when I was a sophomore. I did it with a couple other guys and then met Charles when we came here for summer sports camp. He and I have been doing the dirty and he is fine. Actually, between him and Barb, I have been doing Ok. I know Julie said we should cool it with outside sex, but, girl, I got to get my jollies. And, if it's Ok to fuck your roommate—according to Julie—then it should be Ok to fuck your teammate.

"But, seeing you and Kathleen kind of made me curious. Also, that day that you had to shave me, I really did get turned on. Now, I look forward to having you shave the beav, it feels good. I know I am definitely not gay, but I am thinking you're a foxy little thing."

"So, you want to make out with me?" I asked.

"Yeah, I do. I like you a lot, I mean as a friend, roomie, whatever. But, sometimes when you're walking around here naked, I fantasize about touching you, kissing you, making you come."

I admitted I felt somewhat the same about her. None of us was shy anymore about clothes, and most times we were more likely to be naked in our rooms. Sometimes in the bathroom, we might brush against each other getting in or out of the shower, or giving each other little pats on our naked butts. I never knew if these were real accidents or not.

"What about Charles?"

"I've thought about it, and actually we talked about it."

"The fuck you say! You actually told him you wanted to be with another woman—with me? Does he know about you and Barb?"

"Shit, no, I never told him about Barb. He wouldn't get that. He thinks it's kinda kinky what we got goin' on here. So, what I said was I wanted to be with you and what did he think."

"Well..."

"He laughed and asked if he could watch. Typical male fantasy. I told him no, he could not watch, but I would describe it to him. Shit, he got the biggest boner I ever saw."

"Wow, now that might be worth seeing."

Letetia grinned and asked if I really wanted to see his hard dick.

"Well, since the only dicks I have ever seen in my life were my brother by accident and it definitely was not hard. The other time was on our senior trip. We were at a park at a lake. Some of us sorta' drifted off and went to a private beach one of the kids knew about. Of course, the guys suggested skinny dipping. The girls said the boys should go first. It didn't take any convincing. The five of them stripped in front of us and looked our way with great anticipation. We had backed ourselves into a corner, and reluctantly shed our clothes. Obviously, I was not the center of their attention. That would have been Kathy. She had a major rack and the guys dug it. One of them sprang a boner and we all laughed. The other guys started kidding him, but Kathy said she liked the look of it and wondered why the others weren't hard being in the presence of fabulously beautiful and naked girls. Needless to say, that was corrected in short order. So, I had my first view of the erect male member. Some of the girls did a bit of grabbing and there was even more than that in the water. No one made a move on me, and I guess I was just as pleased, but also sort of hurt. Anyway, I've seen them, but that's it. I think I might want to check out Charles' equipment."

"Well, that could be arranged."

I looked at Letetia and then said, "No, I am only kidding. Well, half-kidding."

"What if I said that I wouldn't mind? Actually, it kinda' turns me on, and I know it would turn Charles on. I might be so turned on that I'd have to jump his bones with you watching."

I was still a virgin, at least as far as men, and I never saw anyone having sex. The image of these two big, beautiful black people having sex in front of me started the juices flowing.

"Got to you, didn't I? "

I nodded.

Letetia then said she still wanted me and couldn't wait. She asked me to undress for her.

I slowly stood and faced her. As I said, we had been nude together too many times to count, but I had a huge lump in my throat as I pulled my hoodie over my head. I had on a white t-shirt underneath. I then slid my sweats down and stepped out of them. I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my yellow bikinis and pulled them off. I now faced Letetia with just my t-shirt on. I was still so insecure about my flat chest.

"Now you," I whispered.

"What about your shirt? I want to see your titties."

"After you're naked, you can take off my shirt."

Letetia stood, towering over me. She pulled her hoodie and t-shirt off in one motion. She then lifted off her sports bra and let her magnificent boobs bounce free. She removed her sweats and underwear in one action and stood nude a few inches from me. She put her hands behind my neck and pulled me to her. I felt those full mounds push into me and looked up. Letetia bent down and kissed me so gently on my lips. I responded, kissing her dark lips and darted my tongue to touch her teeth. Instantly our tongues explored each other, filling mouths and tasting each other.

Letetia moved her hands down to the hem of my shirt and slowly pulled up. I raised my arms to allow her to completely remove it. My nipples were as hard as I can ever remember them. Letetia sat on the bed and pulled me down next to her. She laid me on my back and bent her head to my chest. Slowly making circles on my erect nipples, she sampled one then the other. I moved my hand up and down her back, amazed at the strength shown by her muscles. I stroked her big butt and let my finger travel up the crack, lightly touching her anus.

Letetia left my aching tits and was soon tonguing my navel. Her hand rested lightly on my smooth pussy, and she rubbed in small circles. Then her tongue began its descent and soon was probing my private lips. I opened my thighs wide, and Letetia repositioned herself so her head was between my legs. She licked and explored with her powerful tongue until I was running like a hose. I then felt one of her fingers parting my outer lips and slipping inside me. I panted and pulled her head tighter to my pussy.

Letetia was probing, but missing all the right spots. I reached down and took her wrist and with a little pressure here and there showed her where it felt good.

She continued licking and fingering me until I knew I was beyond redemption. I growled, pushed my hips up off the bed, forced her mouth tighter to my pussy, and gave way to a mind-fucking orgasm. 

After I stopped shuddering I pulled her face up to mine and we kissed and kissed.

I was on the point of exhaustion, but wanted more of her. I played with her giant boobs like a kid with a new toy. I squeezed, nibbled, licked, pushed, pulled and buried my face between the chocolate mounds. I couldn't believe something so large was also so soft. They were firm, but so pliable. I was all hot again, and made a beeline to that smooth black pussy with the fabulous shade of pink peeking through. Letetia had a heavy, musky taste that brought my senses to full attention. I used two fingers inside her, locating a prominent G spot. With the practice that I received from being with Kathleen, I found a rhythm that had Letetia rocking and moaning. Begging me to stop and pushing my face into those black lips at the same time.

She crested with a string of "fuck me, fuck me, fuck me harder" and clamped her massive and powerful thighs around my head until I thought I might suffocate. She finally let out a shout and shook from head to toe, releasing me at last from her death grip.

I crawled back up into her arms, my face resting on the glorious black boob, and we soon were snoring away.

We woke later and found the energy for two more fantastic sessions that night.

In the morning, we were still nestled in each other's arms. Sensing that I was awake, Letetia kissed me softly and asked, "Any regrets?"

Kissing her back, I said, "None."

She smiled broadly and pulled me tight against her. 

"Andy, you know how we were talking about Charles last night?"

"Yeah." I was not sure where she was going with this.

"Well, I told him that I thought we would do it last night. I hope you don't think I was being over confident. It's just that I wanted you so bad."

"That's cool," I said. "I'm glad you made the first move. I was too shy to do so."

"Well, the other thing is that I am seeing him this afternoon and was wondering..."

"What?"

"Would you like to join us?"

I couldn't speak for a moment. Was she inviting me to a three-way?

"Letetia, honey, I never made it with a man and I'm not sure I'm ready now."

"That's fine, Andy. But, would you come with us and watch and maybe let Charles watch us?"

The night before the fantasy of such a situation was thrilling. In the light of day it was almost terrifying.

"I don't know."

"Hey, just come along and we'll see what happens," said Letetia. "No pressure."

I pulled back so I could look her in the eye.

"Is Charles pressuring you to do this?"

"Not really, but he gets really worked up thinking about it. And, I want to make him happy," said Letetia. "And, I am really turned on myself thinking about it."

I figured it would be an experience that might not come again and we were supposed to be open to new experiences, so I said, "What the fuck! Sure, with one condition."

Letetia squealed and hugged be until I thought I would pass out.

"What," she asked, "Anything."

"I want one more time, just you and me before we go."

Letetia just grinned and then began a slow journey to a place that ached for her tongue.

(To be continued in Sigma Iota Omicron Part 2)