9 comments/ 187742 views/ 26 favorites Living with Omega Theta Pi By: Charles Petersunn This story was inspired by the Japanese movie Tsubaki. It's also a sequel to "The Renaissance Faire." Some material from the prior story is repeated here. You don't really need to read the prior story to follow this one, but it might help a bit. The current story includes a number of themes, such as reluctance (spanking), exhibitionism, and voyeurism. However, I believe it most comfortably fits within the section of First Time, as that is the most consistent and predominant theme, particularly in the final two scenes. All of the characters in this story are at least eighteen years old. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Omega Theta Pi was no Delta Nu (see "Five steps to Delta Nu"). Omega Theta Pi was by far the most conservative sorority on campus. The girls of Omega Theta Pi prided themselves on their high moral compass, a devotion to the good life, to purity and wholesomeness in all matters of womanhood. The girls were not necessarily virgins, but there was nothing promiscuous about an Omega girl. She was a clean and virtuous "girl next door." Joining Omega Theta Pi was a commitment to purity, modesty, and self-control. Some of the girls even wore purity rings. It took a very special young lady to be an Omega girl. The girls of Omega Theta Pi were very much like the Tri Pi girls of Faber College, although they did share one key similarity with the boys of Delta Tau Chi. Of course, they were not irresponsible, scurrilous, defamatory, academic sloths, like the boys of Delta Tau Chi. They were in fact very, very responsible, hard-working, upright, and polite young ladies. What they did have in common with the boys of Delta Tau Chi was a dire financial condition. In fact, they were at risk of going under. Omega Theta Pi, like many other campus associations, had been hit hard by the financial crisis and unlike Delta Nu they did not have the connections to get a bailout from the US government (see "A field trip for Delta Nu"). It also didn't help that their membership was falling, due in part perhaps to their devotion to purity and wholesomeness. The Omega Theta Pi sorority was by far the most disciplined, a fact of great pride to Miss Wormer, the Housemother. However, once a prospective pledge witnessed the requirements of and discipline provided by Miss Wormer, it was not unusual for her not to pursue membership any further. It's not like this hadn't happened before, although the previous crisis had been a long time ago. Back in the late 1960s and early 1970s Omega Theta Pi had been reduced to renting out rooms. Like many other fraternities and sororities they were experiencing a dramatic drop in pledges. College students back then were not embracing the traditional campus activities that had been so treasured by their parents. The only way to survive was to receive at least some income by charging students for room and board and even then they didn't have a lot of takers. Just living within a sorority or a fraternity was a source of embarrassment for many undergraduates. Those rebellious hippie days were now long over, but the sorority was facing once again a very difficult financial deficit. They had managed to obtain quite a bit of income through their involvement in the Livingston Renaissance Faire (see "The Renaissance Faire"). Stacie and Pamela had been particularly successful, and were rewarded by Miss Wormer with seats of honor by her for dinner for the whole next week. But the income from the fair had provided only a temporary relief (Stacie though was thinking of proposing to Miss Wormer a more regular "kissing" booth). They needed a more permanent, ongoing, reliable source of additional income. It was though rather embarrassing for Omega Theta Pi to be reduced to renting out rooms, particularly in contrast to the luxury life of Delta Nu. But, in times like this one has to appreciate that nothing tastes sweeter than swallowing one's pride, and pride most certainly does not pay the rent. It might have seemed obvious that they would decide to rent rooms to other young ladies. But in the wisdom of the Panhellenic Council, the governing body for sororities, renting to women would undermine the recognition one receives in being a member of the Omega Theta Pi. If a girl wanted to live at Omega Theta Pi she should want to be a member of the sorority. Nonmembers of the sorority should not gain access to the house, and to the many advantages and privileges of living within the bosom of Omega Theta Pi. In contrast, renting to male undergraduates would not involve any conflicts of interest or compromise to the integrity of the sorority. Of course, there were some potential complications of renting to young men, and these probably do not need to be spelled out. They are perhaps rather obvious. So the Panhellenic Council indicated that they wanted Omega Theta Pi to do a test run with just one young man for one semester. If no difficulties or problems arose, they could rent additional rooms to more young, respectful men in the spring semester. The girls were disappointed, at least with respect to having to wait a full semester before they could rent out the empty rooms. Most of the sisters supported the ban against renting to females. They agreed with the Panhellenic Council that it just wouldn't be right to open the doors to girls who weren't even members. What is the point of a private club if it's open to the public? Plus, what if one of the girls was prettier than them? It was unlikely that she would be prettier than all of them, or even most of them, but it just wasn't right to have a "civilian" in the house who was more popular with guys than even one of the sisters, and probably because she was willing to do things with them (if not then she really should join the sorority). It just wasn't right. If it was just one guy staying with them though it was sure going to be a difficult selection. It turned out that a lot of guys were interested in the room. The girls were surprised and very pleased. Perhaps they should not have been because college enrollment often goes up during economic downturns, and with the financial downturn there are also many students seeking any way to save money. This boded very well for their ability to fill all of the rooms in the spring semester. They interviewed 27 guys for the one available room. The girls were all a twitter with the process. It was like rush week but with a very interesting twist. The girls narrowed it down to four possible guys: one was on the football team (split-end), two were pre-med, and one of them was simply dreamy. All of them were very good-looking, and the last one most of all. He reminded many of the girls of Keanu Reeves. It was a very difficult choice. But, Miss Marion Wormer, the Housemother, made it easy for them. She vetoed all four precisely because the girls were almost drooling over them. Imagine having one of those guys living in the house! There was no way the sorority would make it through the semester successfully. Issues of jealousy would be rampant. Untoward incidents would abound. The girls were committed to a moral, chaste life, but it often took a stern hand on the part of Miss Wormer to remind them of their dedication. If "Mr. Dreamboat" moved in Miss Wormer wouldn't be surprised if at least three of the girls were pregnant by the end of the semester! Well, that was perhaps being too cynical, but she was understandably concerned that at least a few of the girls would compromise the reputation and honor of the sorority when confronted by such a daily, immediate temptation. They were good girls but they were also young ladies with natural urges, and Miss Wormer knew what young men such as those four were like. She knew that it was not in the best interests of the welfare of the girls of Omega Theta Pi to tempt them unnecessarily. Miss Wormer picked instead Albert Pence. Albert wasn't entirely unattractive. He wasn't grotesque by any means. One could say that he was appealing in some respects. With the right light he could even be said to be kind of cute. But, he did wear glasses, he was rather skinny, he did apparently struggle with pimples, and he was not a smart or fashionable dresser. He was really kind of a dork. Albert did have lots of interests. Foremost among them was his membership within the Livingston Geology Club. He was also a member of the boys' choir (soprano). He was an avid stamp collector, and had even served as the treasurer for the Livingston Philatelic Club the prior year. He was also a member of the Livingston chess team. But, he wasn't a particularly good chess player. He got beat by the member of the Templeton team last month, and she (Melissa) was apparently their worst player (see "A very spunky lady"). Geology was really his forte, his passion. A loud groan of disappointment swept through the den as Miss Wormer announced her decision. Albert was at or close to the bottom of the list for every girl. This was a terrible, terrible choice! Miss Wormer angrily clapped her hands to silence the girls' protestations. She let it be known that if this young man was not welcomed with open arms into their family they ran the risk of losing their charter. The girls agreed to accept his presence. He was, after all, the key to their survival. Albert, on the other hand, was really pleased to hear that his application had been accepted. He found the apartments near campus to be way too expensive, and as a junior he no longer qualified for a room in the dorm. Plus, he really liked the idea that breakfast, lunch, and dinner would be provided. He really hated to cook, and couldn't afford restaurants, even fast food. He especially liked that the Omega meals would be very healthy, well-balanced, and nutritious, pretty much like his mother used to make. However, as a resident of the Omega Theta Pi house he would have to adhere to the same rules as the sorority sisters. It would not work at all well if some residents of the house were treated differently from others, and there were quite a few rules. For example, breakfast, lunch, and dinner were served at designated times and a sister risked not being served if she arrived late. No elbows on the table while eating. Napkins unfolded only after Miss Wormer unfolds hers. Don't blow on the soup to cool it. Soup spoons begin at the edge of the bowl and move toward center (tip the bowl only slightly when it's almost empty). Cut enough food only for the next mouthful. Do not talk with any food in the mouth. There were quite a few more dining rules as Omega girls had to learn faithfully Miss Manner's Dining Etiquette. No snacks could be taken from the kitchen after 10:00PM. On school nights lights had to be out by 11:00PM. No guests allowed in the house after 9:00 PM. Sisters had to be back to the house by 9:00PM on a school night, and 10:00 PM on Fridays and Saturdays. No kissing of a date on the porch for longer than a few seconds (the cheek is preferable). Sisters had to maintain a minimum 3.0 GPA (i.e., B average). No smoking anywhere in the house or even on the surrounding grounds (no drinking anywhere goes without saying). No dirty laundry on the floor. No lewd or lascivious pictures within any bedroom. No artificial devices for self-abuse. No dating of a sorority sister's boyfriend for at least two months after any break-up. A few of the rules would not apply to Albert but he was expected to adhere to the rest. The first week for Albert was a bit of a struggle. The dining rules were particularly difficult to master. However, that wasn't the most difficult problem. What was worse was that he could tell that most of the girls were not especially happy about him being there. They were cordial and friendly, but not enthusiastically or sincerely welcoming. The girls did treat him oddly. It was like they weren't really sure they wanted him there. It was nice to have his room and board money, and they knew that if his stay did not work out then they would not be able to have the number of male guests really needed for the financial survival of the sorority, but he just wasn't a guy that anybody actually wanted around. He was just kind of, well, uninteresting and pointless as a man. He just seemed like an intruder, an awkward guest, if not an unwelcome guest. Nobody felt terribly comfortable with him, nobody wanted to get to know him. Albert felt like he was something of a curiosity, a stranger in a strange land, like he was a walking exhibit at a zoo, always being looked at with some curiosity, and so often feeling like he just didn't belong, like he had wandered into the wrong house and the people living there were not telling him to leave but were just tolerating his presence as best they could. In the first week he kept a pretty low profile. He ate his meals quickly, albeit he was scolded for that, as one shouldn't finish one's meal ahead of the host or the majority of persons at the table. He avoided the recreation room (where all the girls would chat and watch television in the evening), and he retired to bed very early. Miss Wormer did provide him with some slack in regard to the rules, as there were so many (the pamphlet, "Rules and Regulations of Omega Theta Pi," was more like a small book than a pamphlet). He would not be expected to have appreciated and absorbed them as fully as a true member of the sorority. But, there were also a number of special rules just for him. For example, there was just one bathroom on each of the second and third floors. The house had been built as a sorority and did not include a men's room on the bedroom floors. There simply would be no need for them. There was a small bathroom on the main floor that male guests could use, but it did not include a shower and would certainly be inconvenient for Albert, whose bedroom was on the second floor, halfway down the hall (Stacie and Pamela's rooms were on the third floor). Albert was informed by Miss Wormer that he would have sole access to the bathroom on the second floor beginning at 5:00 AM but he must be finished with it by 5:30AM. It was a considerable amount of time, more than he really needed in the morning, but it was terribly, terribly early. Prior to moving into the Omega house the earliest he would get up would be 7:30AM and that would only be if he had an 8:00AM class. But, he did understand Miss Wormer's point that they simply could not have all of the girls waiting on him in the morning, many of whom could miss their classes. He was told that if everything worked out alright they would bring in more men, perhaps even reserving the entire second (or third) floor, and the respective bathroom, for the male guests. There was, though, a plus to the schedule. The shower room was quite large, having two rows of four shower heads, and he had the entire room to himself for that half hour. He eventually gave into the temptation of turning all the showers on at once, filling the room with intense blasts of hot, steamy water, and then sliding back and forth across the slippery tiled floor on his butt. It was good clean fun, as long as he made sure to get out of there by 5:30. The bathrooms on the second and third floors were otherwise off limits to him, forcing him to use the small one on the main floor, including even for his evening ritual before going to bed. He felt quite silly the first night walking around on the main floor in his pajamas, particularly as he was going to bed so early. None of the girls were themselves yet dressed for bed, and they giggled as he walked by in his pajamas with his toothbrush and toothpaste, making his way to and from the main floor bathroom. Once he was back in his bedroom he shut the door with considerable relief. He would stay up longer studying, eventually hearing the sounds of the girls making their way to and from the bathroom on the second floor. He wondered if they were in their pajamas as well, or perhaps even nighties, but he dared not go out there. He considered sneaking a peek out his door. He did have access to the hallway up until the point of lights out. He had a technical right to be there. But, he feared getting caught and embarrassing himself. What would Miss Wormer do if she caught him acting like a peeping tom? He could perhaps just stroll out of the room, like he needed to go to the bathroom or something. His heart raced as he thought about that, but perhaps as much out of fear as excitement. He might actually offend or upset some of the girls and then it could get even worse for him. A couple of times he did have a strong urge to pee as the 11:00 lights out time approached but he decided that he would just have to hold it until morning, although one time he finally broke down and peed into an empty cola bottle, which he hid in his closet, his heart racing when Miss Wormer stopped by shortly after 11:00PM for her bed check. Imagine getting caught with a cola bottle of pee in the closet! He would most assuredly get into trouble for that. Miss Wormer was indeed a taskmaster and a stern disciplinarian. Omega sisters would earn demerits for each rule violation they committed. On Sundays the sisters would meet to discuss sorority business and affairs. The meeting would end with a counting of demerits and the implementation of each respective punishment. No member of the Livingston College faculty had yet implemented the methods of the New School that were practiced at their sister college, Templeton (see "Disciplining young ladies"). Miss Wormer though was herself old school but to her that in fact included some of the methods of the New School. As she would say, "spare the rod and spoil the child." She did not take this saying literally, as she would never use a rod to discipline one of the sorority girls. She felt that would be unnecessarily cruel and harmful. But, a prudent spanking can go a long way toward developing a more responsible and disciplined young lady. It did not take long for Albert to discover the benefits of a good spanking. As a resident of the house he had to adhere to its rules, and therefore also attend the Sunday meeting. He could not cast an official vote on matters concerning the sorority, but he could participate in matters concerning household functioning, and that included the counting of demerits and the resulting punishments. The latter at first proceeded innocently enough, as most of the girls had earned enough demerits for only minor reparations, such as having to wash dishes, clean the laundry room, or weed the garden. But, when it eventually came to Shelley Darlington, she had apparently earned quite a few more demerits. Miss Wormer, the sisters, and Albert were meeting in the basement recreation room. The couch had been pulled back and the room was filled with rows of folding chairs. At the head of the room was a small platform upon which the girls occasionally did skits, plays, and shows (fashion night was always very popular, as the girls pretended to be New York models). Miss Wormer was sitting in her chair of authority on the platform, facing the girls. She called Shelley to come up onto the stage. Shelley knew what this meant and she proceeded quite slowly and reluctantly, her eyes glued to the floor, not wanting the embarrassment of any eye contact with her sisters, as well as to avoid seeing the stern irritation within the eyes of Miss Wormer. When she finally arrived on the stage Miss Wormer directed her to sit down in the empty metal folding chair that was next to her. Shelley did as she was told, her hands clasped demurely within her lap. Miss Wormer got up from her more comfortable easy chair and reached for her purse, which was sitting on a small side table. Albert's eyes widened with interest. Shelley Darlington was a very pretty girl. She had in fact been chosen by the girls to represent them in the Livingtston Renaissance Faire. She had lovely wavy blonde hair that hung just past her shoulders, a very perky pointy nose, twinkling brown eyes beneath full fluttering lashes, rosy red cheeks and the cutest little dimples. Living with Omega Theta Pi Ch. 02 This story was inspired by the Japanese movie Tsubaki. It's also a sequel to "Living with Omega Theta Pi." You really, really should read the first story as the current one picks up right where the last one ended. You will have an inadequate understanding of central aspects of the plot if the prior story is not read first (e.g., Albert living within a sorority house of purity girls; the background to the characters of Shelley, Albert, and Miss Wormer). The current story includes a number of themes, such as reluctance (spanking), exhibitionism, voyeurism, and mature. However, it most comfortably fits within the theme of First Time. All of the characters in this story are at least eighteen years old. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Shelley and Albert were peacefully lying together in Albert's small twin bed, enjoying the blissful state of mind that so nicely follows fulfilling orgasms, although enjoying even more perhaps the presence of each other's company, the shared intimacy of snuggling together within a comfy, cozy bed. Albert wondered if this was in fact love, although maybe such a feeling is rather common right after sex. It wasn't like he really knew Shelley that well, but he was definitely feeling awfully close to her, as well as very, very fond of her. Shelley finally broke the silence to say, "Wouldn't it be nice to just stay here all night long? Together?" It would indeed, although most definitely not a realistic possibility. In fact, they both suddenly heard the steps of Miss Wormer, coming down the hall. They at first just froze, processing the sound in their minds, trying to convince themselves that it wasn't her, that it was something or someone else. But, it really couldn't be anyone or anything other than Miss Wormer at this time of the night. Plus, the tell-tale sounds of her heels on the hard wood floor were unmistakable, and she was getting closer and closer to Albert's door! Albert grabbed his PJ bottoms and frantically pulled them on. At the same time Shelley quickly slipped under the covers and pushed Albert to turn onto his right side, his back to her, facing the door, thereby providing some cover for her, hiding behind him beneath the blankets. As he shifted Albert noticed Shelley's PJ bottoms still lying on the covers. He reached for them and handed them back to her just as the door to his room sprung open, a large swath of light sweeping into the room, very shortly followed by the sorority Housemother. "Miss Wormer!" Albert exclaimed, rubbing his eyes, trying to pretend that she had suddenly awoken him. He didn't act terribly surprised by her presence though as this was not the first time she had executed a nighttime surprise inspection. She stood in the light of the hall, her arms crossed beneath her prominent, full breasts, her eyes studying the young man, trying to read the expression on his face. Her piercing gaze narrowed. She felt she could detect a sense of guilt within his eyes. "Albert, have you been abusing yourself?" "What? No!" He was surprised by the question. Normally she just took a quick look at him and left. The purpose of these visits was primarily prevention rather than detection. She was just letting him know that she was keeping an eye on him in case he had any thoughts of violating the house rule, specifically the rule against self-abuse. She found his denial to be unconvincing, perhaps expressed too strongly. "If I were to pull back the covers I wouldn't find you with an erection, would I?" Albert's heart skipped a beat, a look of panic sweeping across his face. She wouldn't find an erection but she would most definitely finding something far worse. Shelley cowered behind him, pressing her body up tightly against his, trying to make herself as small as possible and remain perfectly still. Albert though moved quickly. "Oh no, Miss Wormer, here, I'll show you." He pulled back the covers enough to reveal just the front of his body, piling the blankets behind him. It was actually useful in further hiding Shelley, as she was now beneath a good pile of cover. He unbuttoned the front of his PJ bottoms and pulled out his limp penis. It was a little moist still but hopefully she would not detect that. He held it out for her. "See, it's okay." It was rather weird to be showing the Housemother his penis like this, but the alternative of her throwing back the bed covers was far, far worse. Miss Wormer was rather surprised by the boy so quickly and willingly presenting his penis to her. She hadn't been expecting that and it kind of took her off guard. Plus, she could feel her disappointment. A part of her had wanted him to be erect, to see his stiffness, and not simply in order to catch him in the act (see "Living with Omega Theta Pi"). "Yes, well, alright then, you can put it back." "Okay, Miss Wormer." He slipped his penis back into his pajamas and pulled the covers over him, although not as far or as much as before. Miss Wormer, however, did not immediately leave. There was something that just seemed wrong here. She even felt she detected the scent of sex within the room. "You know that all of this is for your own good, young man." "Oh yes, Miss Wormer, I certainly do." "It's a very slippery slope once you start abusing yourself. You do understand that, don't you, Albert?" "Oh I do, Miss Wormer. I really do." "You may not realize it, but I do recognize that it's more difficult for a young man to control himself, his urges, than it is for a girl." "Oh, yes, of course, certainly." "Did you masturbate frequently before you came here?" "What?" She knew he had heard her correctly, but she recognized that the question was a bit awkward, even for her to ask. She asked him again, "Did you masturbate frequently before you moved in here?" She wished that she had asked Albert that question when she had interviewed him for the room. She would be sure to do that for all the young men next semester, assuming of course that the application to rent rooms to male students was approved by the Panhellenic Council. The question was indeed very awkward for Albert, particularly with Shelley listening in. "Oh, no, no, Miss Wormer, definitely not." He felt he really shouldn't, couldn't, be honest about it. "Now Albert, you can be honest with me. Many young men do masturbate, and some quite frequently." Albert wondered if men who wore purity rings really didn't masturbate. "Oh, I know, Miss Wormer." "Well, how often did you masturbate before you came here? I'm just wondering, of course, if the change was difficult for you." Shelley struggled not to giggle. What had started out being a reason for panic was now a reason to laugh. She knew that Albert must be getting awfully embarrassed at having her be able to hear this conversation. "Oh, I'm not sure, Miss Wormer. I wasn't really keeping track, you know." There was simply no way he was going to provide a specific number, "Now Albert, I'm sure if you gave it some thought you could easily come up with an answer. I mean, if it was quite frequent I might be able to discuss with you an arrangement, you know. I can understand that it could be difficult to quit cold turkey,,,and everything." Shelley snuggled her face (and breasts) into Albert's back. It was really so difficult not to laugh. "Oh, it's no problem at all, Miss Wormer," Albert asserted. He could feel his face reddening. "Yes, well, if you had been doing it every day, well gracious. I understand that suddenly stopping could well, you know, result in some discomfort, you know..." This was becoming a bit more difficult for her as well. She added, more softly, "within your testicles." "Oh yes, yes, I understand, yes." "Are you experiencing any discomfort within your testicles?" Albert's cheeks felt so warm. "Oh no, no, Miss Wormer. They're fine, really." He certainly hoped that she wouldn't ask to inspect them. She wouldn't want to do that, would she? Miss Wormer wondered if perhaps she should, or could, inspect the young man's testicles, for any signs of tenderness. "Yes, well, of course if you had been masturbating every day then that itself would be a problem. That would be much too frequent, you know...to be normal." She had no idea what would in fact be normal, but she had to assume doing it every day would be abnormal, wouldn't it? "Oh, I wasn't doing it that often, Miss Wormer. I would remember if I was doing it that often." "Yes, well, I just mean, that, well, if you are finding it difficult, and I can understand that could be the case for a young man, not used to the expectations, the moral standards, of an Omega Theta Pi resident, well, we could make an arrangement." Albert was understandably puzzled. "An arrangement?" "Yes, well..." Miss Wormer was not sure herself what she meant by that, or intended. She hadn't thought it through herself, and was in fact developing the idea as she spoke. "Yes, yes, well, perhaps we could agree that at certain times, on a certain day, or days, well, probably just one day, at a certain time, um, you could take care of, um, your business." Shelley couldn't restrain herself any longer. She very, very carefully, slipped her left hand over Albert's waist and down to the front of his pajamas. Albert's eyes widened as he felt Shelley's hand make it's way around his body. She was taking a very, very big chance here. He glanced down and to his horror could see her hand moving along beneath the blanket. He quickly slid his own hand down beneath the covers to ostensibly scratch his hip, making lots of obvious movements to cover hers. "Oh, that's, um, well, I don't think that will be necessary, Miss Wormer." Shelley lightly, but firmly, cupped Albert's penis and testicles within her hand, gently fondling and caressing them with the tips of her fingers. Albert considered using his hand to pull hers away, as this was really dangerous, but it would be even more dangerous to do that. He hardly wanted Miss Wormer to see his hand go there. "Well," Miss Wormer continued, "I don't want to require something of you that is unrealistic. We could, of course, hang a sign on your door that you're not to be disturbed." Albert would admit that it would be nice to be allowed to freely masturbate, but he hardly wanted each occasion to be announced to the entire sorority. Imagine the crowd of girls that would gather outside the door, giggling as he jerked himself off. Of course, it would be nice if at each session a different sorority sister had to take care of him. That would be a nice arrangement. He could feel his penis swelling at that thought, and at the feel of Shelley's soft, caressing fingers, but somehow he felt that wasn't what Miss Wormer had in mind. "Honestly, Miss Wormer, I don't think it's really necessary." Shelley though was not making a good case for his lack of need, as his cock was quickly swelling to full strength. One might think that the presence of Miss Wormer, coupled with having recently ejaculated, would make it difficult for Albert to develop another erection so quickly, but he was a healthy young man who had in fact masturbated most every evening (a couple times even twice in one evening, although those were rather special occasions) and he was also experiencing for the first time in his life the loving, seductive touch of a girl's fingers on his cock. There was simply no way he was not going to respond. Miss Wormer realized that a sign on the door would probably draw some unnecessary attention, but it was against house rules to have any bedroom locked and she certainly didn't want one of the young ladies to inadvertently walk in on Albert while he was doing his business, as she had done herself. That could be very, very traumatizing. "Or, you know, if you wish, you could, um..." She hesitated in making this additional offer but then finally added,"Come to my office." "What?!" Shelley felt Albert's cock twitch at that suggestion. She would have to tease him about that later, or perhaps scold him. She wasn't too sure how she felt about it. "Well, you know, um, you would have more privacy there. You wouldn't be disturbed. You could even lock the door." Albert's cock had twitched with nervousness, not arousal, at the thought of masturbating in Miss Wormer's office. This did not sound at all appealing but one wouldn't know it if one could see, or feel, his cock, as Shelley was doing. She now had it at full strength beneath the blankets, so much enjoying the fact that she had gotten him all excited, almost literally right beneath the nose of Miss Wormer. It was indeed a very risky and dangerous thing to do, but that's also what made it all the more fun. She wondered how cool it would be if she could in fact make him cum, right in his pajamas, while talking to Miss Wormer! She began to work more vigorously on his hard dick, firmly gripping him through his pajamas and more forcefully stroking him. "Well, that's, um, awfully nice of...you, Miss Wormer." Albert was finding it a bit difficult to concentrate on what she, and he, were saying. It was though fortunate that Albert had already cum just minutes earlier as he would very well have cum pretty quickly now, given the wonderful uniqueness and inherent joy in being stroked by Shelley, her soft breasts pressing against his back, her firm nipples poking him. He also appreciated how befitting and just it would be to ejaculate right in the presence of the prim, proper, and intolerant Miss Wormer. "Well, excellent, Albert. When would you like to come down, um, to, uh, have your..." She again lowered her voice, "ejaculation?" "What?" He had only intended on thanking her for the offer. He wasn't really intending or wanting to accept the offer. "Will Thursdays be good for you? What classes do you have on Thursday? I think it would be good to schedule it during the day, when there are fewer girls around. Would you prefer morning or afternoon?" Even the fact that he was now so intensely aroused, feeling himself again building toward an ejaculation, didn't make the idea sound, or feel, any better. How weird would it be to go to Miss Wormer's office for the purpose of masturbating! But, what could he do now? "Um, afternoon?" Miss Wormer smiled. "Would 3:00 PM be good for you?" "Uh, uh." He was having so much difficulty keeping a straight face. He now wanted to agree just to end this conversation, realizing that he really shouldn't cum in his pajamas, although it would feel so, so good. But the problem would be the mess. The sheets would get wet, leaving rather compelling evidence for Miss Wormer the next day. "Yeah, sure, that's fine." Miss Wormer, however, noticed what appeared to be some kind of rapid movement beneath the blankets, in a very significant location. "Albert! Are you playing with yourself right now!? While I'm speaking with you?!" Shelley's hand instantly froze in mid-stroke, a look of panic swept over her face, her heart raced. "What? No, no, Miss Wormer! Of course not." Miss Wormer was pretty sure what she had seen, and she noticed as well the flustered and confused look on the young man's face. Just the thought of coming to her office to masturbate had apparently excited him that much? This was one randy young man. But, she decided not to make an issue of it. It would be taken care of Thursday. Something private in her office would be better than another public disciplinary session. On the other hand, Thursday was a distance away. She stepped closer to the bed and said, in her most sympathetic tone, "Son, perhaps you would like to take care of it right now?" "Oh gosh! Um, really, no, no, Miss Wormer! Honestly, I was, um..." He couldn't offer to let her see his limp penis, as it was very far from being limp, although beginning to shrink now. "I just had this, um, itch. I'm, um, having this sort of problem, you know, um...from sports." "Oh," Miss Wormer replied. "Yes, I see." That was perhaps credible, but she was pretty good at reading guilty faces and she didn't really believe him. But, for whatever reason, he apparently didn't want to take care of his business right now and perhaps that's understandable. "Yes, well, um, put some medicated powder on it and, um, well, use a hair dryer to make sure it's real dry after your shower. Okay?" "Oh yes, thank you Miss Wormer. That's very good advice. I'll do that." She thought it funny how he apparently wasn't embarrassed talking about jock itch, yet had so much difficulty discussing his masturbation habits. "Well, um, I'll uh let you get your sleep. I know you have to get up early tomorrow." He had access to the shower room only between 5 and 5:30AM. "You be sure to control yourself until Thursday. Do we have an understanding, young man?" "Yes, Miss Wormer. I understand." "Well, alright then." She turned and left the room, closing the door, turning the room back into darkness. Shelley could finally giggle out loud. She teasingly asked, "Do you think Miss Wormer will masturbate you on Thursday?" "Shut up!" Albert responded. That was a bizarre thought. She let go of his cock, which was still at half-strength. "Actually, I don't know how I should feel about this, another woman masturbating you." Albert rolled over to face Shelley. "Believe me," he said, looking into her eyes, "She is not going to do that. Don't be ridiculous." "Well, it sounds kind of weird." "No fooling." "Then why did you agree to it?" "What was I going to say? And, it's not like you were giving me much help." Shelley smiled. Well, that was true. She tossed the blankets off her and Albert to get her PJ bottoms on. "Well, I better get back to my room. This is probably a good time to sneak back." As she crawled off the bed she reached back to give his dick a little final squeeze and added, "She might come back to see if you need any help." "Shut up!" Shelley was feeling a little funny about Albert going to Miss Wormer's office to masturbate. If Miss Wormer had been a girl her own age she'd feel real, real upset about it. Imagine a boy scheduling a masturbation date right in front of you! Miss Wormer though was an older woman, and so it shouldn't really count, although she was a pretty darned attractive woman, and one with much bigger breasts than her. Still, she knew she shouldn't feel jealous and perhaps he didn't have a whole lot of choice in the matter. Plus, most importantly of all, it wasn't really a masturbation date as Miss Wormer wasn't actually going to be there. He was just going to use her office. She stepped back up to Albert lying on the bed, his stiff dick sticking out his PJ bottoms. She leaned over and gave his swollen knob a kiss right on the tip. "Maybe I should come to the office to help you." Albert smiled. That would be very, very nice, having a girl who was always available on a certain day and time to get you off. But, he knew that would be even more dangerous than sneaking into his room. Still, it would be helpful if she at least finished what she had started. He reached down and, surprising himself with his boldness, said, "What about me right now?" Shelley smiled back at him as she made her way to his door. "Maybe you should give Miss Wormer a call," and slipped out the door. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Albert had wondered if Shelley was mad about something. Did he say something wrong? She was smiling when she left, but he was disappointed that she left him there with an erection, one that she had created. It wasn't easy figuring girls out. He eventually decided that he was probably just worrying about nothing. Shelley wasn't actually mad at Albert, and she let him know that at dinner the next day. She sat right next to him at the table, for which Albert was grateful and pleased. She asked, "You're not mad at me, are you, Albert?" Living with Omega Theta Pi Ch. 02 "Me?! Why would I be mad at you?" She lowered her voice, "You know, for leaving you like that. It wasn't very considerate of me." Albert blushed, and glanced around, making sure that nobody was noticing their conversation. The dining room table was quite long, and at least half of it was empty due to the diminished sorority enrollment. They could not, however, sit alone together as Miss Wormer encouraged collegiality and conversation during dinner. Shelley was sitting to Albert's left, Stacie Adams to his right. They were though much closer to the empty chairs to their left than to Miss Wormer, who always sat at the head of the table, to Albert's far right. Albert reassured Shelley. Shaking his head he said, "It's alright, really. We really shouldn't have taken any more chances. Goodness, I wouldn't have been surprised if she did in fact come back with a bunch more questions." Shelley giggled at the memory of Miss Wormer questioning Albert about his masturbation schedule. It had been pretty funny. She reached under the table to rest her hand on his thigh, looking him in the eye with her most sweet, affectionate expression. He smiled at her. It was nice having her touching him like that. He felt an impulse to kiss her but knew that was most definitely forbidden. "I really did enjoy your visit," he whispered. Shelley smiled and whispered back, "Did you take care of yourself after I left?" Albert's face reddened a bit. He shook his head. "I was fine, and she really might have come back." "You poor boy. You must be very uncomfortable." She shifted her hand over to his crotch. She couldn't feel much there right now but perhaps she would in awhile. "Would you like me to take care of it?" "Shelley!" Albert loudly whispered, again glancing around, especially at Stacie to his right. Nobody could see Shelley's hand as it was effectively hidden by the white table cloth that hung far down over the edge of the table. Albert though did inch his chair in closer to the table, leaving little to no space between his upper body and the table's edge. He turned to Shelley, a clear look of concern and anxiety on his face, whispering quite emphatically, "Shelley, what are you doing?" Shelley looked into his eyes, hers conveying a mischievous playfulness. "I'm just trying to make up for last night, Albert," she said, her fingers dancing around the front of his pants, trying to get a rise out of him, in more ways than one. Albert reached down with his left hand and took hold of hers. He tried to push it away but she resisted. He was fully capable of physically overcoming her but it would be difficult to keep the struggle from becoming noticeable. So he just clamped his hand on hers, trying to minimize the use of her fingers, but he was also then effectively pressing her hand tighter into his crotch. He looked up toward the head of the table. Fortunately Miss Wormer appeared to be engaged within an intense conversation with Kari Ann, who was sitting to her right. Stacie to his immediate right was the greatest risk but she appeared to be focused on her bowl of soup, perhaps intentionally keeping her eyes averted from Albert. He wasn't too surprised at that, as some of the girls had felt awkward around him ever since his disciplinary session with Miss Wormer. He turned his attention back to Shelley, although continuing to spoon his own soup, not actually looking at her as he spoke. "Shelley, please," he whispered. Shelley leaned into him and whispered back, "I just want to play with him a bit, that's all. Don't be mean." Albert let go of her hand. Nobody would likely suspect that she had her hand in his lap, and it did look right now that they were possibly holding hands. Persons could be suspicious of that, as most persons had both hands on the table (albeit no elbows; that was forbidden). Fortunately Shelley was left-handed and so it was natural that she would use that one to eat with and it was not inconsistent with good etiquette to have the other hand resting in her lap when not in use. So, it didn't look so bad for her right hand to be out of sight. She quietly giggled as she enjoyed her tasty split pea soup as she wriggled and squirmed her fingers around in Albert's lap, and then smiling with delight as she felt the tell-tale signs of his natural reaction. It was just so cool to make a boy's penis grow like that and this was such a naughty place and time to do it. It was again right under the nose of Miss Wormer, and all of the other sorority sisters as well. Albert was initially quite nervous about this, clearly more so than Shelley, but once he felt himself becoming aroused he became more enthusiastic. Budding erections do tend to have that kind of an effect on guys. Her fingers exploring around in his lap felt so, so nice. The more erect he became the more enthusiastic. He even got into the spirit of the fun of having a girl surreptitiously play with his erect cock beneath a dinner table, unbeknownst to the large gathering of pretty, chattering, purity girls. He smiled at the girl sitting across from him as his cock swelled further within his pants. "Ooooooh," Shelley quietly whispered, seemingly to nobody in particular, "he's getting real, real big." Albert smiled. Shelley was turning out to be quite the little minx, and rather impressively so given her purity ring. She even took hold of Albert's zipper and pulled it down. It didn't go down easily as she wasn't real experienced at getting boys' zippers down, plus she had to use her right hand underneath the table. It was an awkward maneuver. Albert at first lurched as she pulled on the zipper. He considered helping her. That would have been the gentlemanly thing to do. But, he didn't want to draw any undue attention to what was going on down there. He figured it was best to just keep his hands on the table. He even started up a chat with the girl across the table, Kathy Emerson. It was all just small talk, but it was useful in conveying the impression that nothing untoward was going on as Shelley worked his zipper down. Once it was down she slipped her hand into his slacks. Fortunately, his erection was pointing a bit to the right, which made it easier for her to get to it. His erections were usually to the right side of his pants as his penis typically started off in that direction, naturally resting that way. Albert once wondered which direction most penises rested, to the right or to the left, and whether it had anything to do with being right or left handed. In any case, Shelley soon had his stiff dick clasped within her fingers. It was still through his boxers but it seemed like an exponential improvement with the slacks out of the way. A girl's fingers on one's hard cock is really so nice, and quite the special treat during dinner. Shelley softly clenched the shaft with her fingers as her thumb circled around and around the knob. It did somehow make Albert's courteous conversation with the girl in front of him so much more delightful, amusing, and even rather exciting. They were talking about the Livingston Renaissance Faire (see "The Renaissance Faire"). Albert was explaining that he would have liked to have gone but he was working all that day (he worked at Livingston Mall Gold Star Chili). "You really won the blue ribbon?" "Oh yes, for my bourbelier of wild pig." Kathy smiled proudly, as well she should. "Wow, that's really impressive," Albert said, although having no idea what bourbelier meant. "Yes," Shelley added, joining the conversation as her thumb continued to caress and massage Albert's swollen knob through his thin boxers, "it was really very, very impressive she won as it was so terribly, terribly big." She gave Albert's dick a hefty squeeze. Kathy gave her a funny look. It was a big pig, but size wasn't what made it good. Shelley added, "I so much like a big thick juicy sausage. They just taste so, so good in my mouth." A trace of a grin perched on Albert's lips. Kathy was finding Shelley's remarks to be rather odd. "Well Albert," she said, keeping her attention on him, "Shelley, of course, participated in the fair as well." Kathy smiled mischievously. Albert turned to Shelley. "You did? What did you do? I wish I had gone." He was indeed quite curious given her passing allusion to it the other night. Shelley scowled at Kathy. Kathy can sometimes be so arrogant and competitive. She should be proud of winning the blue ribbon. Nobody can cook a wild pig like Kathy, but it wasn't nice to draw Albert's attention to her own less than successful competition. "I didn't do much," she replied. "Now, don't be so modest, Shelley." She informed Albert, "She was in the beauty contest." "Really?!" Albert was indeed impressed, very impressed. His cock swelled within her fingers. His stiff dick was being fondled by a beauty contestant? Now, that was pretty cool. "Yeah," Shelley softly added, "but I didn't win." It was best for her to say it before Kathy made a big deal out of it. "You didn't win! Really? Gosh, but you have such pretty eyes." It just came out. He didn't usually say such a thing to a girl, but it just came out without first thinking about it. Perhaps it was because of her hand on his dick that made him so disinhibited. But, of course, it was also so very true. Shelley could feel blood rushing to her face. "Well, Albert, that's so sweet of you." She smiled at him appreciatively, slipping her hand now into his boxers, giving his cock an affectionate squeeze and tug, and then giving Kathy a triumphant smile. She turned back to Albert. "Do you really think they're pretty?" She looked longingly into his eyes with her large round brown eyes, the lashes fluttering a bit as she slid her fingers up and down his shaft. "Well, yeah, sure, sure I do," he replied, a bit breathlessly, unclear if his sudden difficulty with his breathing was due to her fingers or her eyes. Probably a bit of both. Shelley grinned, her dimples appearing. She lightly traced the tips of her fingers around and around and all over his knob. Kathy could see that something was going on between them, or at least for Shelley. It looked to her that she was being a bit flirtatious with Albert, smiling at him like that, asking about her eyes. Kathy wasn't so sure she much liked it. "Yeah, well, she was also in "Dunk-a-Wench," her mischievous grin returning. "Kathy!" Shelley complained. "You were?" Simply, holding hands with Shelley would have been real nice during dinner. This kind of holding was definitely much, much better. "Wow, you were really involved in lots of stuff. I really do wish I was there." Kathy giggled. "Well, that one didn't turn out too good either. She got dunked." "Oh," Albert smiled, not yet realizing how much worse it was than just that. "Yes," Kathy continued, "and her boobies just popped right out." "Kathy, shut up." "Well, they did!" "I know, but you didn't have to tell Albert that." Albert's first impulse was to say that he most definitely now really wished he had been there, as he would have liked to have seen that. He would have meant it as a compliment. But, he had enough judgment and self-control, despite his dick being stroked, to inhibit that remark. He said instead, "Wow, that must've been pretty embarrassing," trying to keep his eyes from drifting down to Shelley's breasts, imagining them popping out. Shelley though could see some potential in this. "Well, it wasn't so bad," she lied. "And, they didn't really pop out," she explained. "It was more like they slipped out," she added, as she slipped his cock out from his pants through his fly. Albert in panic quickly glanced around, particularly at Stacie, who caught his eye, a shy grin on her face. Her expression spoke of something but it didn't seem to be a recognition that his stiff dick was sticking out of his pants. It was still effectively hidden beneath the hanging table cloth, but this little game was clearly taking a dangerous turn. He would probably get into a bit of trouble if he got caught with an exposed erection during a sorority dinner. Stacie shyly looked away, turning her attention back to her soup. "What's wrong with you, Albert," Kathy asked. "You look like you just saw a ghost." "Oh," Shelley explained, "I just think our talk is kind of embarrassing him." Shelley reassured him, "You don't have to be embarrassed," sliding her fist up and down his shaft beneath the table, being careful to keep her shoulder still so that Kathy, nor anybody else, would notice what she was doing. Albert looked back at Kathy and Shelley, a look of concern on his face, as well as excitement. It was quite the mix of emotions. "My dress in fact came all the way off, till I was wearing only my panties." She let go of the shaft to play with just the knob, softly squeezing and caressing it. Albert was getting so, so excited. "Um, well, uh, was the water real cold?" He didn't know what to say. He was imagining Shelley floundering around in just her panties, while she softly tickled the knob of his cock. "Oh yes, it was. My nipples got real, real stiff. They were just sticking up so hard." "Shelley!" It was Kathy's turn to protest. This was going beyond just a little girlish flirtation. "Well, they did!" Kathy turned her attention to the girl to her left. It was clear that her effort at embarrassing Shelley had backfired and she didn't really want to remain a part of what was becoming a rather inappropriate conversation. Stacie though had been listening. When the topic of the Renaissance Faire came up her ears had perked up. She turned to Albert. "I was in the fair too, Albert." He turned to Stacie, finding it a bit awkward to be speaking to her with his cock sticking out of his pants. "You were?" "Oh yes. I was in the kissing booth." Albert's dick twitched again, a tell he hoped Shelley had not noticed, and then he recognized Stacie. She was one of the girls in the front row during his disciplinary session. For the most part he had kept his eyes averted from the girls sitting out among the rows of seats, not wanting the embarrassment of any eye contact as Miss Wormer discussed the benefits of careful hygiene when cleaning a penis. However, at the end, when he was squirting all over the girls, he did indeed enjoy the view, and he now recognized Stacie. His face turned red. "Oh yes," Shelley added. "Stacie made lots and lots of money for the sorority," saying it loud enough for Kathy to hear. Kathy had made pretty good money, but Stacie and Pamela did even better; far better. "It wasn't that much money," Stacie modestly replied. "Oh yes it was. Goodness, I couldn't imagine making that much money just giving out kisses." It was Stacie's turn for her face to redden. "You know, Stacie," Albert said quietly to her. "I do want to apologize, for the other night, you know, when, um...Miss Wormer." He didn't finish the sentence. He hoped that wasn't necessary. Stacie looked down, feeling a bit self-conscious talking about it. "Oh that's alright. I didn't mind." She brought her hand over to him, beneath the table, resting it on his knee. Albert could feel his heart rate accelerating. Her hand was now just inches from his exposed cock. It was a bit forward for Stacie to do something like that, to actually touch the boy, but ever since she worked the kissing booth she had grown to feel a bit more comfortable making physical contact. She said to him, as quietly as possible. "I actually kind of liked it." She looked in his eyes to gauge his reaction. Shelley was smiling but wondering if perhaps she should feel a bit jealous. Was Stacie flirting with Albert? Albert didn't know what to say. What do you say at a moment like this? One girl is telling you that she liked it when you inadvertently squirted your cum on her face, while another is playing with your stiff dick beneath the table. Shelley was in fact gripping it rather tightly at the moment, and it wasn't like she was trying to get him further excited. It was more like she was just holding on real tight to him, letting him know she was the one who had him. "Um, yeah, well, uh, that's good," he awkwardly replied. Stacie could see that Albert felt rather self-conscious about it too, and it made her feel more relaxed, less defensive. "It was a little embarrassing, though." "Well, it sure was for me," Albert reassured her. "Yeah, you got some of it right on the tip of my nose. It kind of tickled." Shelley was feeling even more concerned. She knew she shouldn't, as Stacie had a boyfriend, Jack. But, maybe there was something about that relationship she didn't know. Maybe they were breaking up, or maybe Stacie was looking elsewhere, and Shelley most definitely didn't like where she was looking. Stacie added, "I licked it off." Albert so wished that Shelley would resume her stroking.. Shelley was wondering if perhaps she should let Stacie in on the fact that she and Albert had done some things too and were in fact in a very close and intimate relationship, even as they spoke. That would make it clear that Albert was not to be approached. It was very clear within the Omega Theta Pi guidebook that you did not interfere with any sorority sister's relationships with a boy. You couldn't even date an ex-boyfriend for at least two months after the break-up. There are some things that are truly sacrosanct. Stacie leaned in closer to Albert, her shoulder touching his arm. She whispered to both of them as she squeezed his knee, "Can you guys keep a secret?" She was about to reveal one, demonstrating that apparently she couldn't keep a secret. "Sure," Shelley whispered back, sliding her chair closer to Albert's, not entirely certain she wanted to hear the secret but most definitely certain she didn't want to be left out. Stacie slid her chair over closer to Albert as well, effectively pinning the boy in between them. Stacie hesitated. It was a pretty big secret, but she knew that Shelley could keep a secret (as if that was true for any of the sorority girls) and, more importantly though, she just wanted Albert to hear it. Stacie whispered, as quietly as she could but hopefully loud enough so that Shelley could hear. "I did more than just kiss a boy in the booth." Shelley's eyes widened with excited curiosity. "You did?" Stacie nodded. Shelley wanted further details. "What did you do?" Stacie looked over at Shelley. "You won't tell anyone, Shelley?" "Oh no, I promise." "Especially Jack." Shelley nodded, feeling a bit reassured by that admonition. Albert was feeling understandably nervous and confused by these two girls leaning in tightly against him on either side, one with her hand on his knee, the other holding his stiff cock poking out of his pants. Stacie hesitated again. It was a pretty big secret, but a secret is really no fun unless you tell someone. She leaned in closer to Shelley. "Jeffrey Jones took his thing out when he was in the booth." "No!" Shelley replied, resuming her stroking of Albert. "Oh yes, yes he did." "Oh my goodness! Were you scared? What did you do?" She stroked a bit faster. Albert didn't know what to feel. His heart raced for so many reasons. Stacie giggled. "I played with it." Shelley's mouth opened wide in shock. Perhaps she shouldn't really be so startled as her right hand was still gripping Albert's cock, but it was still surprising to hear such a thing from Stacie. She glanced down at Miss Wormer who didn't seem to be noticing their intense conversation. She leaned forward again to ask, "Did you make Jeffrey ejaculate?" "Yeah, yeah I did. He in fact squirted it all over the front of my dress." "Oh my goodness. You must have been so upset!" It was such a surreal conversation to be listening to, and Albert really couldn't figure what contribution he could make to the discussion, at least verbally. Living with Omega Theta Pi Ch. 02 "Well, it was kind of my fault," Stacie admitted. "What did it look like? I mean, you know, his, um, his penis. Was it bigger than Albert's?" Albert turned to Shelley, a look of concern on his face. Didn't she realize that he was sitting right there! He wasn't so sure he wanted to hear the answer, not wanting to burst any bubbles for Shelley, nor feel the embarrassment of being the smaller guy. Albert's though was an obvious point of comparison as both girls had clearly seen his. And, besides, Shelley was confident in the answer. She figured that Albert just had to be bigger, and she liked the idea of letting Stacie know that her guy's penis was bigger than Stacie's. Of course, it wasn't really clear that Albert was her guy. "Well, I don't know," Stacie said. She glanced at Albert and blushed. "I didn't get a real close look at Albert's." "Hey, come on, girls," Albert protested. Up until this point he was very much enjoying the conversation, but it was now taking a rather uncomfortable turn. "We have a secret too, Stacie," Shelley whispered. "You do?" One is always very curious about a secret and this one sounded like it could be pretty good, given that it apparently was comparable to her own. "Shelley," Albert whispered, not being too sure they should tell Stacie about this. But, it was clear to Shelley that Stacie wasn't going to get offended or upset, after what she had just told them. Plus, she knew that Stacie could keep a secret (again, the contradiction in such a belief was rather telling). And, most importantly, she wanted Stacie to know that Albert was already taken. She whispered, very, very softly, "Give me your hand." Albert could feel his heart racing. Stacie looked confused but slid her hand toward Shelley, beneath the table, thinking that Shelley was going to hand her something, which she sort of did. Stacie's eyes opened wide as soon as she made contact with Albert's naked stiff dick, as well as Shelley's fingers. Shelley did not let go to make room for Stacie. She wanted to make sure that Stacie knew full well who possessed this cock. Stacie whispered, a bit loudly, "What are you guys doing?!" "Shhhh," Shelley warned her. She then let go, having made her point and said, "Here, you can touch it," thereby making it clear that it was her decision whether Stacie could in fact touch it. Stacie glanced back at Miss Wormer, who did appear to be looking down at them, but she also seemed to be more interested in her soup. Stacie wrapped her fingers around Albert's stiff shaft, suppressing a smile. She looked back at Shelley. "Are you guys going out?" "Well, yeah, sort of," Shelley replied. "You better not let Miss Wormer find out." Dating the male resident of the house was very strictly forbidden, for quite obvious reasons. It was the first time Albert had heard that they were going out, "sort of." He was though glad to hear it. He had been thinking of asking Shelley out, but he knew the rule against it. Miss Wormer had made that very, very clear during the application. Plus, what if Shelley said no? That would be rather embarrassing, to say the least. He would be seeing her virtually every day since then, always being reminded of his rejection. Plus, a girl wants to play with your penis but doesn't want to go on a date? That would seem to be the ultimate rejection. He looked over at Shelley and smiled. As Stacie softly stroked him Shelley reached back over and fondled his plum with her fingers and thumb, smiling in return at Albert as she did so. "Albert?" she whispered. He turned to her, his breathing become so accelerated, his mind clouding. "Yes?" "Can I see it again? I want to show it to Stacie." It was only natural that a girl wants to show off her guy to a sister within the sorority, but this was clearly going much, much too far. "Oh yes," Stacie whispered, "let me see what it looks like." "Is there some sort of secret you two girls would like to share with the rest of the table?" Miss Wormer said loudly for everyone to hear, looking quite suspiciously down at them from the head of the table. Stacie immediately let go of Albert's cock. Both of them quickly shifted their hands to the table, although that gesture alone was rather suspicious. "Oh no, Miss Wormer," Shelley said. "We were just talking." Miss Wormer wondered if they had been passing notes beneath the table. "Yes, I see, and what about? Perhaps we would all like to be in on the conversation. You two seemed to be so very intently absorbed in your little private discussion." "Oh, um, well, you know, we were just talking about the Renaissance Faire," Shelley attempted to explain, "You know, how I didn't do so well and how much money Stacie managed to raise for the sorority." Kathy smiled, wondering if perhaps she should share with Miss Wormer the specific nipple details that Shelley had shared with Albert. But, an unspoken rule in the sorority is that the sisters don't squeal on one another, particularly about matters concerning boys, unless, of course, one girl is seeing a sister's boyfriend behind her back. That was a very, very serious violation that most definitely had to be exposed and addressed. It was in any case a good ruse for Shelley to offer Miss Wormer, as Stacie had earned quite a few points with the Housemother as a result of the fair. Miss Wormer was willing to overlook a few indiscretions on the part of Stacie, at least for awhile. "Yes, well, Albert, why don't you help Penny and Wanda bring in the main course." "I'll get it!" Shelley instantly volunteered and before Miss Wormer could object she stood up and made her way to the kitchen, hoping against hope that the Housemother would not tell her to sit back down, insisting that Albert get the food. She didn't. It was fine with her that one of the two girls left the table. It would at least stop their whispering. Miss Wormer pushed away her empty soup bowl and turned her attention back to Kari Ann. As soon as her head turned Stacie's hand returned to Albert's cock. She looked over at him and smiled. "I guess I shouldn't be playing with this, if you and Shelley are going out. But, I do think I should keep it hard for her. You wouldn't want it to be all soft and limp when she returns, would you?" Albert's eyes were on Miss Wormer, keeping an eye out for her. "Uh, yeah, um..." Miss Wormer glanced over at them and he turned his attention to his soup. Miss Wormer didn't like it when you didn't finish a course, and he had not been paying much attention to his soup at all. It was a bit odd though to be eating soup while your stiff dick was being stroked beneath the dining room table. "Mmmmmmm," Stacie said, returning some of her attention to her soup as well, still fondling Albert's cock though with her hand. "This soup is good, don't you think, Albert?" "Yeah sure, sure." Keeping her face over her bowl and her soft fingers fondling his cock Stacie tilted her face toward Albert and added, "I kind of liked your's better." He glanced at her. "What?" "I do so like how a boy's stuff tastes." Albert's face reddened. His heart accelerated. "Um, well..." What do you say to a girl in response to that? "Thanks," was all he could muster, but quickly realized how odd that was, as she hadn't actually tasted his. He was apparently thanking her on behalf of all men? He could have said that he likes how a girl's tastes as well, but that seemed awfully forward, and perhaps revealing something that should be kept private between himself and Shelley. As Stacie took another spoonful, her thumb caressing his knob, she asked with a little grin on her face, "Has Shelley tasted your stuff yet?" Should you answer such a question? Wouldn't that be a violation of trust? But, it was difficult to refuse a girl who was playing with his erection, and she wasn't being as subtle or reserved as Shelley. It felt like she was trying to get him to cum before Shelley got back, as she was now stroking him rather hard, demonstrating pretty good dexterity with her two hands: one spooning soup, the other stroking cock, like when you try to pat your head with one hand while circling the other around and around your stomach. "Stacie," he whispered, "wait a second," and he reached down with his hand to grab hers, in case she didn't get the message. Fortunately Shelley was not gone for long. She had in fact asked Penny, her best friend, to hand her whatever tray was ready because she wanted to get back in there as soon as possible. She didn't like leaving Albert alone in there too long with Stacie, particularly with her hand likely back on his erection. Stacie removed her hand from Albert's lap as Shelley re-entered the dining room, carrying a serving tray of the entree: crockpot chicken with an Italian cream sauce. She took it up to Miss Wormer who had to first approve it, and then laid it down to be passed around the table. Penny followed with an additional tray of the tasty chicken dish. She stopped off to serve the dish to those sitting farthest away from the head of the table, which included Albert, Stacie, among others. Wanda followed behind with a tray with mashed potatoes and pees, and then returned back to get more. Shelley returned quickly to her seat beside Albert, sliding it right up against him. "Did you miss me?" she whispered. He turned to her and said, "Yes, yes I did." "That's so sweet," she replied and immediately slipped her hand beneath the tablecloth to find his penis. "Oooooooh," she softly cooed, "you stayed stiff and hard for me all that time?" She was impressed and pleased, taking it as a very clear sign of his evident attraction. He was clearly thinking about her a lot while she was gone. Albert didn't tell her about Stacie pitching in. It was information that she really didn't need. He just smiled at her. "I bet he was feeling very impatient for his girl to return," and then her face flushed as she realized that she had said, 'his girl,' presumptively implying that she was his girl when they hadn't even talked about any such thing. They hadn't even gone out on a date. "Hey, Shelley," he whispered. "I was kind of wondering if, well, you know, um, if you would, you know, like to...go out...some time." Shelley smiled, those cute little dimples again appearing. She squeezed his cock with her fist as she tickled and caressed the underside of his knob with her thumb, where he was particularly very sensitive. "On a date?" "Uh, well...yeah, yeah, um....if that's alright." "Albert, you know that's against the rules," but she was so very, very flattered, and relieved, that he did ask. "Yeah, but it's not like we're not kind of bending the rules already." That was a pretty good point. Shelley stroked his cock a bit more assertively, sliding her fist up and down the shaft. She was feeling pretty good about it, about Albert, and going out with him. "What if we got caught?" It seemed a bit odd to be worried about that while she was jerking him off beneath the table, but there was probably a greater risk of being seen on a date. "Shelley, please," Albert gasped, feeling himself getting very close. "I'd love to go on a date with you, Albert," Shelley whispered to him, as she urgently stroked his dick. "Good, good," he gasped, trying to concentrate on the chicken heading his way. "But, you won't try to take advantage of me, will you?" He turned to her. "Oh no, no, of course not." He thought she was being serious, concerned that he might try to make her go all the way or something. Jerking him off like this could be giving him the wrong idea of how far she would be willing to go. "I wouldn't do anything like that," he promised. "I mean, you're not going to try to make me give you a handjob or anything like that, will you," she quietly teased, showing him her big dimpled smile. Stacie passed the entree to Albert. "Oh Shelley, wait, wait..." Stacie could hear, and see, what was happening and to help avoid an accident she quickly reached beneath the table, snatched Albert's napkin and draped it over the head of his cock, just as a big glob of cum spurted forth, quickly soaking it through. "Is the chicken to your liking Albert?" Miss Wormer had again noticed a rather intense dialogue between Shelley, Albert, and Stacie. "Oh yes, yes, Miss Wormer," Albert gasped with considerable enthusiasm. In fact, much more than she really would have expected. "Very, very nice," he gasped as his orgasm washed over his body, his dick squirting and spitting cum into his cloth napkin, albeit some of it dripping back down onto Shelley's fingers. "I really like the cream, Miss Wormer," Shelley added, working hard to suppress a giggle as she felt Albert's dick twitch and gush within her hand. "It's so thick and tasty." Stacie wrapped the napkin around the head of Albert's cock, making sure that he didn't make a mess anywhere else. "I think I spilled some of it on my napkin, though, Miss Wormer," she noted. Miss Wormer found all their remarks a bit odd. These kids were clearly up to something but she couldn't put her finger on it. "Well, be more careful, dear." "Oh yes, Miss Wormer. I made sure that none of it got on my skirt or Albert's pants or anything." "Yes, well, that's, um, good, dear." Albert would have had a hard time suppressing a laugh if not for the fact that he was so overwhelmed by much stronger, more compelling sensations, his body and mind wracked by the throes of his climax, and grateful that the two girls had distracted Miss Wormer away from him. He had never tried to have a conversation with someone while climaxing at the same time. He probably could have done it but it was so much better to just give into it, to simply bask and bathe within its bliss. He bent forward, as if he was intently studying his cream chicken, feeling himself blasting and gushing into his napkin while Shelley continued her milking. When he was done Shelley carefully squeezed out any remaining drops while Stacie held the napkin in place. Shelley then took the napkin from her. Stacie didn't fight Shelley over possession of the cum soaked napkin. She could perhaps lay claim to it as she was purportedly the one with the napkin with spilled cream, but she did appreciate that it should probably go to the girlfriend of the boy who squirted all over it. Shelley handed her own clean napkin to Albert, who finished his cleaning as he carefully slipped his slackening penis back into his boxers and zipped up his slacks. Shelley brought the cum soaked napkin to the table and smiled as she pondered it. She could smell the fresh fruity aroma of Albert's cum drifting up to her nostrils. She brought it up even closer, ostensibly to politely dab her lips, but instead enjoying the deep scent and even the taste of his cream within the napkin. "Shelley," Albert whispered, feeling that she was again taking too big of a risk. Stacie noticed it as well but just giggled, feeling a little jealous. She so missed the kissing booth. Shelley then laid the napkin on the table and clumsily knocked over her glass of milk, soaking the napkin through. It was a good move as it effectively negated anyone becoming suspicious of the strange milky fluid on her napkin. It did though earn Shelley a couple of demerits from Miss Wormer for her clumsy, ill-mannered behavior at the dinner table. Shelley didn't object as she did certainly deserve them. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Shelley and Albert had a very wonderful date, although it was an unusual first date. They couldn't really go to a restaurant, movie theater, sporting event, or club, or most anywhere else that would be a typical place for a date as any one of those could be frequented by someone who knew them. So, Albert took Shelley rock hunting. Albert's forte was geology (see "Living with Omega Theta Pi") and he knew a real good place to hunt for all kinds of rocks. Most importantly, there was little chance they would run into anyone who knew Shelley. Shelley had been more than apprehensive about such an excursion. Maybe all the girls were right about Albert, that he really was a nerd. But, it turned out to be rather fun, getting out there in nature, and she brought home all sorts of pretty rocks, like red stained quartz, pink quartzite, black shiny coal, pure white marble, bubble holed red and black scoria, yellow tiger's eye, red jasper, rose quartz, and pink and green unakite. They provided really nice decoration for the pot of lavender viola on her bedroom window sill, as well as serving to help keep the soil from drying. Penny, her roommate, teased her about having rocks in her head over her new boyfriend. Shelley giggled over that, and admitted that she did kind of like Albert. Shelley obtained a most serious pledge from Penny to keep the date secret. On Thursday Albert had his "date" with Miss Wormer. He dutifully arrived at 3:00 PM, just as he had promised. The door to Miss Wormer's office was open but he still knocked and waited for permission to enter. "Miss Wormer, I'm, uh, here, for my...appointment?" "Oh yes! Very good, Albert. I have been expecting you." She got up from her desk and waved him in. "Excellent. Please, come on in." She suggested, "Why don't you sit right there on the couch," as she stepped passed him to close the door. "Or would you prefer to stand?" She realized that she shouldn't assume she knew his preferred position. "What?" She locked the door and turned back to face him. He was standing in the middle of her office, a look of anxious confusion on his face. She stood by the door, waiting patiently. Nobody said anything for awhile. "Yes, well, Albert, why don't you get on with it now. I have other appointments, you know." "You're going to be here?" Shelley had again suggested that she come to the office to help Albert, finding the idea of jerking him off in Miss Wormer's office to be rather intriguing. He had fortunately talked her out of it, as he had suspected that Miss Wormer would be waiting right outside while he did "his business." He had no idea that she would be staying inside her office! "Well, of course, son, naturally. I need to be sure that you do actually perform the act, not that I don't trust you and, well, gracious, it is my office. I don't want you to, well, you know...mess things up." She clapped her hands impatiently. "Come come now!" She hesitated as she realized her unintended pun. "Yes, well, let's not dilly dally. Did you bring with you any of your girlie magazines?" "What?! No! No." He asserted as strongly as he could, "I, uh, don't have anything like that." Miss Wormer just smiled. No boy is without dirty magazines, although it was true that she had searched his room a number of times and couldn't find any. "Yes, well, um, do you have a handkerchief or a rag in which to, well...ejaculate?" Albert could feel his face redden. He shook his head. His eyes wide with anxiety. Miss Wormer sighed deeply. What is it with young men? "Were you just planning on squirting your, your, your...ejaculation right onto my nice rug?" His impudence was quite astonishing. "Um, well, no ma'am, no, of course not." The fact was that he had brought with him one of his socks. It was in his pocket. But, he really didn't want to admit to her that he used his socks. "Yes, well, um, I suppose when the time comes you can use some of my tissues. Alright then." She waved her hand. "Proceed." Albert could feel the blood flowing to his face rather than his penis. He couldn't believe this was really happening. He reached down to undo his belt and pants button, and then pulled down the zipper. This just felt so weird, so wrong. Miss Wormer was feeling a little nervous herself, or was it excitement. Her heart rate had most definitely accelerated, along with her breathing. Her mouth felt dry. She strode over to her desk, walking past Albert, trying to maintain a nonchalant and dispassionate demeanor. She poured herself a glass of water, watching Albert out of the corner of her eye, suppressing an intense urge to smile. Living with Omega Theta Pi Ch. 02 Albert pulled his pants down to his ankles. He was about to step out of them when Miss Wormer stopped him. "No, no, um, just leave them there." "What?" "Just leave them at your ankles. That way, um." She took a sip of water, giving her some time to come up with a good reason. "If somebody arrives that I have to speak with, you know, like a Dean, you can quickly get them back up. Yes...that would be preferable." The likelihood of anyone like a Dean coming to a sorority Housemother's office was pretty darned low and, besides, Miss Wormer had no intention of answering the door if anyone knocked. She just felt that Albert looked cuter with his pants at his ankles. Her heart seemed to flutter as she gazed at his tight briefs. She could see a little bulge where his penis and testicles were tucked in. "Yes, ma'am," Albert softly replied and slipped his thumbs into the waistband of his briefs. He was glad that he had worn a fresh, new pair of briefs. His mother had often told him to always have a new pair of briefs available, in case he had to go see a doctor or something. He otherwise wore his underwear long after they became torn and frayed. He apparently had known somewhere in his mind that a fresh pair of briefs was the appropriate dress for today. He pulled them down to his ankles, so wishing that Miss Wormer wasn't standing there like that, staring at him. Once they were all the way to the floor he took a deep breath and stood back up straight, his limp penis coming into view, resting comfortably against his testicles, like a sleeping baby. Miss Wormer smiled. She just couldn't help herself. Albert looked so adorable standing there, his underwear and pants at his ankles, his little boyish penis looking so timid and nervous. She pondered the fun of having a number of boys staying at the sorority, each of them having to come to her office at various times during the week to do their business. It would, of course, be for the purpose of protecting the sisters from their unnatural and wanton urges, but she couldn't help but feel a little warmth within her thighs just thinking about it. Yes, having young men rent rooms here could be a very, very good idea. "Albert, wait a second," she suggested. "If you don't mind, I probably should perform an inspection." "What?!" Miss Wormer strode up to Albert and crouched down in front of him, her round womanly bottom stretching out the back of her business skirt. "As I said the other night, if this has been a serious change in your masturbation routine your testicles might be experiencing some discomfort." She gently cupped them on the tips of her fingers while she tenderly explored their soft pliancy with her thumb. Albert squirmed a bit. A doctor once does this during an examination. Well, he didn't handle them so softly, so solicitously. But, in any case, it had been awkward then. It was much worse now, to say the least. He concentrated on not getting an erection, which wasn't really that hard as he felt so darned nervous. "Any pain, any discomfort, Albert, when I do this?" She gently gave him a little squeeze. "Um, no, no, ma'am. It's fine...um really." She continued to explore, manipulate, and fondle the young man's testicles. It would be important not to miss anything. She even picked up his limp penis with her thumb and index finger so she could pull it aside to get a closer look. She leaned in real, real close. Albert could feel her soft breaths on the tip of his penis. He kept his eyes averted as he might in fact swell up in her fingers, seeing the pretty bespectacled eyes of Miss Wormer so close to his dick. Of course, he was going to need to have an erection pretty soon. Perhaps he could just let it happen now? Miss Wormer smiled, and with considerable regret she released the young man's penis and testicles. "Yes, well, they appear to be fine." She stood back up and stepped back to give him room for his masturbation. "You can go ahead now." Albert reached for his penis and began to work on it, stroking it with just his thumb and couple of fingers, trying to get it to grow. He looked away from Miss Wormer, trying to get out of his mind the fact that she was standing there impatiently, watching him, studying him. It was just so odd, so weird, to be ordered to masturbate in front of the stern and imposing Housemother. However, she was an attractive woman. Heck, he had looked away when she was inspecting his penis out of fear of getting an erection. Why look away now? He turned his face back and looked right at her. She really was rather attractive. She had quite shapely legs, a wonderful figure, prominent breasts, luscious red lips, red rosy cheeks, and alluring green eyes beneath those large spectacles. Perhaps if he imagined her without her clothes? His eyes fixed on the Housemother's breasts. Miss Wormer readily perceived where the young man's eyes were staring. Don't boys realize that where they were looking was so very obvious? She found it rather disconcerting, if not insulting, for the boy to be staring at her bosom. Well, maybe it wasn't really insulting. "Albert, are you having some difficulty?" He raised his eyes to look into hers. "Um, well, no...a little. It's just, you know, kind of an unusual situation. I'm not used to doing it, you know, like this." "Well, you didn't seem to be having any problems the other night." "What?" "In your bedroom. You were playing with yourself while I was speaking with you. Don't think that I didn't notice. I most definitely saw your hand moving beneath the blankets." It was, of course, Stacie's hand but he most definitely could not admit to that. His face reddened. "Um, I know, but, um, well, that was in bed." "Well, perhaps you should have brought some of your magazines." Albert wanted to remind her that he didn't have any. He did when he was living in the dorm, but he didn't dare try to hide any within his Omega room. He relied solely now on his computer, which at times was a problem because the free sites were so riddled with viruses."Yes, ma'am," he softly replied. Miss Wormer considered the situation, pondering what to do. She knew what she was contemplating was rather bold. She didn't know if she dared. Still, she also knew she really, really wanted to. "Well," Miss Wormer finally said, quite sternly and impatiently, tapping her foot on the floor. "We really can't have you just wasting our time." She glanced over at the door, reassuring herself that it was indeed locked, and then proceeded to undo the buttons of her suit jacket. Albert's eyes widened with shock. What was she doing! He dare not ask. He just stared with wonder. Miss Wormer maintained her authoritative, dispassionate expression as she undid the buttons and then removed her jacket. She was wearing beneath her jacket a very nice white silk frilly blouse that hugged well the curves of her full, thrusting breasts. But, she didn't even stop there. She began to undo its buttons as well, her eyes remaining fixed on Albert's. A little trace of a smile could be seen on the corners of her mouth as she saw in Albert's eyes the effect of her undressing. This was kind of fun, stimulating the young man. Actually, it was more than kind of fun. She asked him, "Is this the first time you've seen a lady undo her blouse, Albert?" "What?" With considerable reluctance he tore his eyes away from the front of Miss Wormer's blouse. He had to think fast. What was the correct answer here? It was unlikely to be the honest answer. "Um, yeah." In fact, that was the honest answer. He just wasn't sure at the time. The only naked breasts he had seen so far were those of Shelley's, and only briefly when she had come out of the shower. And, technically that didn't count, as she was a girl his age, not a "lady" as Miss Wormer had asked. Plus, equally important, at least technically, Shelley had not been undoing her blouse. Well, actually, there was also Theresa when he was peeking into her bedroom. That probably didn't count either. In any case, when he had applied for the room he had told Miss Wormer, correctly, that he was a virgin . He was not about to change her impression of him now. Miss Wormer smiled. This was actually very nice, undressing for a boy who would be witnessing his very first breasts. It really wasn't such a bad thing to do, as he was an innocent young man. She was just helping him with his growth, his maturation, as well as with his self-control. Once all the buttons were undone she hesitated for a moment, enjoying his breathless anticipation, his excited eyes, and then she opened up her blouse to reveal her full, lusciously round breasts, so very nicely encased within a push-up, deep cleavage, bright red lace brassiere, jutting out from beneath her cultured pearl solitaire necklace. Albert responded instantly, like Pavlov's dog, his penis swelling without him even touching it. Miss Wormer was indeed a very, very attractive woman. He most definitely could see and appreciate that now. Her breasts were just so strikingly gorgeous, like big wondrous red lacy hillocks that a boy would so love to climb. "Well," Miss Wormer observed, "I do believe I have been helpful." "Yes, ma'am," Albert comfortably agreed. He didn't even return his hand to his penis. He just let it grow and expand on its own, so happy and excited it was to be witnessing such treasures. It was also quite a sight for Miss Wormer. It was like his penis had a life of its own, growing, swelling, and stiffening right before her eyes, like a balloon inflating with air, but a very hard, stiff, and now rigid balloon, pointing right at her with its big shiny red tip. She bit her lower lip as she contemplated it. "Yes, well," she said, her voice a bit breathless and uncertain. "We must be sure that it doesn't lose any of its strength." She slowly leaned forward, the cleavage of her brassiere opening up for Albert's transfixed eyes, hers now fixed on the young man's stiff dick. She reached for the hem of her business skirt, and slowly pulled it up. Albert's stiff cock twitched. He licked his lips as his eyes followed the path of Miss Wormer's hands or, more accurately, the path of her rising skirt. Miss Wormer had some difficulty with her skirt, as it was rather tight. She had to wiggle and squirm a bit when she got to her thighs. But, she had dressed well for the occasion, wearing thigh high red nylons. When she reached the top of her nylons she paused, not out of any ambivalence or uncertainty, but just to let the young man admire for a moment her shapely legs. It had been quite awhile since any man, young or old, had done so, and she did feel that she had very nice long legs that were usually well hidden beneath her long business skirts. She continued further, past the bottom of her matching red garter belt straps, and then to her bright red lace bikini panties. Albert now wanted to grasp his cock so, so badly. Miss Wormer was fucking hot! He had never imagined her wearing such sexy undies. She always just seemed so sexless and cold. Well, one can never judge a book by its cover, and what was beneath Miss Wormer's stern, authoritative demeanor and business suits was a very sexy woman indeed. His eyes now fixed on the soft rise of her cunnie mound between her thighs. Miss Wormer was enjoying immensely Albert's mesmerized fascination, but she was also now feeling a little self-conscious about it, as he was staring so hungrily, like a lustful animal poised to attack. "Alright then, Albert," she said, her voice a little shaky, "perhaps you should resume your, um...masturbation." "Oh yes, ma'am, absolutely." He didn't look down at his dick. He just kept his eyes fixed on her so very enticing panties as he reached for his cock and resumed his stroking, now with a more natural ease and pleasure. He no longer felt the least bit self-conscious. This will be a very good standing appointment indeed. Miss Wormer felt a little awkward to be just standing there, holding up her skirt, her blouse open, as if she was just a picture in one of his girlie magazines. That thought though was itself actually kind of titillating. Imagine posing for such a magazine! She wouldn't mind, at least doing it just once, if it was for the good of the sorority, and anonymous. It would in fact be an innocently naughty little dalliance. She turned around and bent over, resting her hands and elbows on her desk, thrusting her bottom out toward Albert. She looked back at him to ask, "Is this how they pose in your magazine?" Albert just nodded, realizing though that he was now effectively admitting to having such a magazine. Well, it hadn't been that long since he tossed his collection to move into the sorority. He continued to stroke his cock, but taking his time in doing so. He really wanted this to last as long as possible, and Miss Wormer was not going to make that easy. Miss Wormer wiggled her bottom back and forth. "Of course, in your magazine they can't move like this, can they Albert." "No ma'am." He thought it best not to point out that they did that and much more in his collection of internet porn. Fortunately, she did not know the password to his computer. Miss Wormer's heart was racing. She knew she was in rather dangerous territory, but it was also so very exciting, so very arousing. She reached back with her hands to take hold of the waistband of her panties and, while looking back at Albert stroking that so very stiff and hard cock, she asked, "Have you ever seen a naked woman's bottom before, Albert?" It was again a tricky question. He had most definitely seen Shelley's, and much more than just her bottom. "Well, I did see Shelley's." Miss Wormer's fingers paused and her eyes widened with concern. "Excuse me?" "When she was being disciplined...by you." Miss Wormer smiled. Well, of course, Albert had seen her bottom then. She pulled her panties down just a bit, just far enough so he could see the beginning of her crack. "Did that excite you, Albert?" Now that was most definitely a very, very tricky question. How could a young man really deny that, and what would it imply now? "Um, well..." His voice grew quieter. "A little, I guess." Miss Wormer again wiggled her bottom for the boy. "Now, don't feel ashamed about that, Albert. It's perfectly natural to find the soft round curves of a lady's derriere to be attractive." She pulled her panties all the way off her womanly behind. "Do you find mine to be attractive?" She parked her panties at her thighs, "Oh yes, ma'am," he replied, feeling his balls churning, his cock yearning, as his eyes feasted upon the sight of Miss Wormer's naked ass coming into view. And, Miss Wormer really did have a very, very gorgeous ass: so white, and now looking so big and round, thrusting back at him. She spread her legs a bit, not only to keep her panties up but to also let him see a bit more. "Oh my gosh, Miss Wormer," Albert exclaimed as his eyes witnessed her lusciously full feminine lips peeking out from between her thighs. He even detected a bit of glistening moisture. She was wet? She was aroused? Miss Wormer wanted him to fuck her? That couldn't possibly be true! Miss Wormer considered what to do. She knew what she so very much wanted to do, and it would probably go far in helping to restrain Albert's impulses with the girls in the house. But, she also knew what she so very much shouldn't do. She said softly, "Albert, would you like to have intercourse with Miss Wormer, with...me?" If Albert was having sex with her, then he really wouldn't want to have sex with any of the sisters. Yes, this would be the best thing to do. 'Absolutely!' Albert thought. But, as soon as he opened his mouth to speak, he knew he shouldn't. A few days ago he most certainly would have, but not now. It really wouldn't be right, for Shelley. "Oh, I don't think I should, Miss Wormer." Miss Wormer arched her back, trying to entice him further, showing him her womanly cunt like a mare in heat. "Albert, it's alright, this will help you control yourself with the girls. You have my full permission to do so." She added, with a twinkle in her eyes and a wiggle in her hips, "I won't give you any demerits at all for it." Albert smiled back, but what to say? He couldn't tell her about Shelley. He could make up a girl, outside of the house, but she probably wouldn't believe him, plus a very tangled web of deceit was likely to be woven if he went down that path. "I just don't think it's right, Miss Wormer, to do it before I'm married. I want to save myself for marriage." Miss Wormer smiled. She was quite surprised, to say the least, but also very pleased. One might suppose that a woman would be pretty darned disappointed, and perhaps even insulted, to be turned down when offering herself like this, panties at her thighs. But, she was in fact quite proud of Albert. She looked back at him. "Albert, I'm so impressed. You are really embracing the values, even the vows, of Omega Theta Pi." She felt now terribly reassured about his behavior with the sisters, despite his moment of indiscretion. She considered telling him that she had only just been testing him, and that he had passed with flying colors. That would offset any embarrassment at being so rejected. But, he probably wouldn't believe her and, besides, maybe he would change his mind later. "Well, at least come over here and given Miss Wormer a hug." "Well, yeah, sure," he replied and made his way over to her, which was rather awkward to do with his briefs and slacks tangled around his ankles. He almost tripped a couple of times. Miss Wormer watched with amusement as he clumsily approached her, his stiff penis bobbing and wagging as he struggled across the floor. She didn't get up to hug him. When he arrived she was still bent over the desk, her naked bottom thrusting back. "Come here," she said, reaching back for him, "snuggle up to your Housemother and give her a nice big warm hug." It seemed rather obvious what she wanted him to do, but this isn't the time you wanted a miscommunication. Did she really want him to press his cock against her butt? His last couple of steps were quite tentative, and he braced for her reaction when the tip of his knob touched the soft curve of her ass. She reached back and grasped hold of him by the waist and pulled him, and his cock, in tight against her, enveloping his shaft within her soft, warm butt cheeks. Her panties fell the rest of the way to her ankles. "There you go," she said, like a teacher encouraging a young student, "he deserves a very special hug for being such a good boy." She let go of his hips and pressed her cheeks together around his stiffness, capturing it tightly within her womanly buns, giving it a nice warm, soft embrace. "Does that feel nice, Albert?" "Yes, ma'am," he gasped. It did feel real, real nice. "You hold it in there, okay?" "Oh yeah, sure, sorry," Albert apologized. It was perhaps inconsiderate of him to assume that she would be holding her bottom cheeks for him. And, besides, he was quite happy to do so, smiling as he took hold of Miss Wormer's soft pliant womanly cheeks and squeezed them together around his cock. He slowly, gently, slid his dick up and down inside. "Mmmmmm," Miss Wormer sighed. She whispered, "That's nice, Albert." She rested her cheek against her hands and basked in the feel of Albert's young stiff cock sliding up and down the crack of her ass. "Lean down over me, son," she suggested. "Reach around and give Miss Wormer's breasts a hug as well." She wanted to feel once again a young man's hands upon her breasts. He very gladly did so, leaning down over her body and slipping his hands beneath her to grasp hold of those full soft boobs, giving them a real big squeeze. These were in fact the first boobs that he had held, as he hadn't yet touched Shelley's, a poignant fact that dawned on him as soon as his hands grasped Miss Wormer's. It was rather nice to start off with such full womanly breasts. He did though feel a pang of guilt. Would he consider Shelley's to be as good? Bigger is better, isn't it? Well, he doubted that he would feel that way, if he did indeed get the chance to feel hers. Still, the first ones are perhaps the best ones, and these were just so large and squishy. His cock swelled against her ass. "Miss Wormer," he gasped as he groped her heaving boobs with his hands and humped her bare butt with his stiff dick. Living with Omega Theta Pi Ch. 02 "Albert" Miss Wormer groaned, "your hands feel so nice." She squirmed her ass against his cock, like a skilled stripper providing a fifty dollar dance. Albert wouldn't know anything about what a stripper's lap dance would be like, but if he did he would be spending lots of his hard earned Gold Star Chili salary if they were half as good as Miss Wormer. He knew he wasn't too long away from cumming. Miss Wormer took hold of the boy's left hand and squeezed it against her breasts, right over her stiffened nipple, and then took hold of his right and brought it down to her crotch, to her cunnie, and more precisely, to her clit. "Rub this spot real, real hard, Albert. Girls like that very, very much." "Thank you, Miss Wormer," he replied. He already knew that, but it didn't hurt to pretend like he was grateful for her education. She did though realize one important qualification. She looked back over her shoulder and added, "But, of course, don't you do this with any of your Omega sisters." "Oh no, no, Miss Wormer, I promise." He would most definitely not diddle Shelley's clit while dry humping her bare ass. Well, maybe he would sometime in the future, but not over Miss Wormer's desk, at least not likely. He did as she instructed, and she quickly responded. "Oh, Albert, yes, yes, that's so, so nice," she sighed, and increased the wriggling and squirming of her ass against his dick, as well as now her stiff, excited nub against his fingers. "That's so fucking hot, Miss Wormer," he gasped. "Fuck my ass, Albert," she moaned. "Fuck me like a dirty, filthy fucking slut!" He was sorely tempted to in fact truly fuck her, perhaps even right up her ass, but he knew he shouldn't. He had to stay committed to his vow of purity, and so he settled for "just" rutting his hard stiff throbbing dick against the soft squishy pillows of Miss Wormer's derriere while he frenetically diddled her clit. "Oh my goodness!" Miss Wormer, gasped, "oh my, oh my, oh my!" She shoved books and papers off her desk as she tried to find something to grip, to grasp hold of, and then reached back to grab hold of Albert's buttocks, pressing him even tighter against her. "Fuck, Miss Wormer," Albert groaned. "Fuck me," she gasped, and then felt her body suddenly shuddering and shivering with her orgasm, overwhelming her in paroxysms of blissful tides sweeping through her body. She only very, very rarely masturbated, finding it such a distastefully shameful act, and she could not recall a more powerful, satisfying orgasm. She pressed her butt tightly against his cock. "Oh no, Miss Wormer! Let go!" Albert exclaimed, feeling his own impending climax about to overtake him. But, she just held onto his ass even more tightly, not wanting his fingers to escape her clit, his dick to escape her butt, and then smiled as she felt his cock suddenly twitch within the crack of her wantonly shuddering womanly derriere and squirt out a big thick sloppy, gloppy load of cum. "Miss Wormer, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Albert kept exclaiming as he collapsed onto her back and released his cum down in between her butt cheeks. His heart pounded and his breathing came in gasps as he felt that so very wonderful primitively libidinal waves of pleasure course through his body as his dick squirted and spewed globs of cum into the Housemother's butt crack. She felt a small river of fresh warm cum flowing down her crack, across her anus, and down even further to her cunnie. He was making quite a mess, but she just giggled through the throes of her climax, and not just because the cum was tickling her anus. She did though eventually let go, as quite a bit of it was dripping down her thighs. But, releasing him just allowed him to pull back enough to squirt some of it onto her cheeks. Albert appreciated the opportunity to watch his last few squirts unleash onto Miss Wormer's bottom. It's always nice being able to watch it shoot off, particularly when it's onto such a sexy sight as the Housemother's naked bare butt. He only wished he had his camera as nobody was likely to ever believe this. When he was done he squeezed out the remaining few drops and then reached for the box of tissues. "Here, let me clean you off," he politely offered. Miss Wormer, however, had knocked the tissue box off her desk. She was still a bit breathless, perhaps not having the endurance and strength possessed by the young man, but she nevertheless said, "No, no, that will be fine. I'll take care of it myself. You just get your pants on and run along." "Oh, yeah, sure, sure, Miss Wormer." He bent over, getting one last good close-up look at Miss Wormer's butthole and cunnie, both soaked with his cum, and then pulled up has briefs and slacks. He zipped, buttoned, and redid his belt as he headed for the door. Just as he reached the door he turned back to see that she was still leaning over the desk, her panties still at her ankles, her cum soaked bare butt still poking out at him. "Um, next Thursday at three still good, Miss Wormer?" She waved a hand back at him without turning her head and responded, "Yes, yes, that's fine, Albert. That will be just fine." "Well, okay then, and, um, thank you, ma'am." He felt he should say that, if not at least give her some flowers or something. "Yes, yes, run along now." "Alright then, ma'am." He unlocked the door and carefully pulled it open just enough to let himself out. He then quietly shut it, hoping that she realized that it was no longer locked. He didn't have to remind her though. As soon as he left she pushed her body off the desk and stood up straight, still feeling a little shaky and light headed but also so satisfied, so much at peace. She had wanted Albert to leave quickly in part because she didn't really want to clean herself off. She bent over and pulled her panties up, intending on enjoying the feel of the young man's cum within her undies, against her bottom, anus, and cunnie, for the rest of the day. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Shelley was a little upset when Albert told her that Miss Wormer had stayed with him to "supervise" his masturbation, particularly when he gave her all the details. She realized that he didn't have a whole lot of choice in the matter, but it was apparent that she now had some competition. She would have to do something to keep Albert's attention properly focused, including more secret dates with him. She went to a stamp collector's exhibit with him, a place where nobody who knew Shelley would likely go. She was again surprised at how much fun she had. There were just so many different types of stamps, some of which were really quite pretty. He even bought her a mint set of the 1960's US commemorative stamps celebrating campfire girls. Shelley had been a campfire girl. He also got her the 2008 all heart love series. She thought that was real sweet. She got both of them framed for her room, much to Penny's amusement, at least with respect to the heart stamps. Shelley also went to see him play chess. Much to his embarrassment, he lost. But, she was very reassuring about it. She told him that she saw his opponent getting suggestions from the coach, which gave him an unfair advantage (it wasn't true but it did help assuage the loss). She took him to a Victoria's Secret store. That had been a little risky, but she figured there was no way that an Omega girl, or Miss Wormer, would go into a store like that. She had done it largely to just tease and embarrass Albert, which it did very, very well. The saleswomen all thought it was so cute to see the young man blush as he tried to avoid looking at any of the naughty attire, which was impossible as it was everywhere one looked. Shelley even called him back to a dressing room to see if he liked what she had picked out. When he pulled back the curtain he was greeted by the sight of Shelley standing there, her hands demurely clasped behind her back, wearing only a light blue diaphanous baby doll, with matching light blue lace bikini panties. "Do you think this is a nice one?" The answer was immediately evident by the swelling within his pants, although not to Shelley as he was wearing pretty tight briefs. What to wear was at times a difficult decision for Albert. Loose boxers and slacks were good if he had an expectation of some "activity" by Shelley, but tight briefs and jeans were good if he was concerned about embarrassing erections. He had known that today he was going to join her while she shopped so he opted for briefs and jeans. Sometimes just being around Shelley gave him an erection and it wouldn't be good to be struggling with that while walking through a mall. Well, at the moment, it was apparent that briefs and jeans were a very good decision. Albert quickly slipped into the booth and shut the curtain behind him. "Oh my gosh, Shelley!" "So, you think it's okay?" It was a lot more than okay. He had not seen her in an outfit like this before. Such apparel was forbidden by Miss Wormer, and Shelley looked simply stunning. Does a girl actually look better in a sexy baby doll than she would entirely naked? Perhaps she would, as it was sort of like wearing make-up that helped you look so much prettier and sexier, and she looked every bit both. Shelley was a naturally pretty girl, but with her lovely round titties peeking out from beneath the light blue haze she just looked so, so hot. Albert had only briefly seen them before, when her towel fell down. Now he could just stand there and admire them for their wonderfulness. They were so round, so perky, so darling, and the stiff little nips poking out through the seductively sheer fabric were so fucking enticing. He wanted so much to squeeze his cock. "Yeah, yeah, I think it's great," he said quietly, feeling a little speechless. "You don't think the panties are too tight?" She pulled on the waistband to help accentuate her point. His eyes drifted down. There was a fucking camel toe! He could actually see the outline of her cunnie slit through the tight, clinging, thin fabric. He didn't think he had ever seen anything more sexier than this. "Oh, Shelley, you just look really, really good in this. You have to get it, you really do." Why did she have to be a purity girl? He wanted to fuck her so bad right now. He glanced behind him, making sure the curtain was fully closed. "Oh don't be silly, Albert, it's much too expensive. Look at the price tag." She held out the tag that was attached to the hem of the top. Albert stepped up close to her, closer to those luscious little tits. It took all of his moral strength not to grab hold of them, clutch those soft jiggly mounds of pure delight in his hands. But, his hand reached instead for the price tag. Whoa! It was really expensive. "I'll pay for it," he immediately offered. "Albert, that's so sweet." She got up on her toes to give him a little affectionate peck on the cheek, her nipples briefly brushing against his chest. "But, Miss Wormer would never let me have something like this in the house. Now you get out of here before the saleswomen get suspicious." She pushed him toward the drapes. Albert almost stumbled out of the booth, his face going a deep red when he noticed what appeared to be the entire female staff all looking at him, smiling, knowing that he had been admiring his girlfriend in one of their outfits. He smiled sheepishly in response and made his way over to a display table where he could hide his erection, but then felt really awkward just standing there, looking down at an array of sexy panties. It went on like this for sometime, with Albert's balls getting more and more filled with a yearning, churning desire for relief. Shelley had not intended on actually buying anything. As she had said, the apparel was too expensive and would not meet with the approval of Miss Wormer. Albert though insisted on buying her at least one pair of panties. How would the saleswomen feel about Shelley trying on so many things for Albert and then never buy anything. Shelley let him pick them out. He chose pink cotton bikini panties with little flirty ruffles along the hem and a red chiffon flower on the left front waistband. He figured that perhaps Miss Wormer wouldn't object as they weren't lacy or sheer. He liked them because they really captured her cunnie mound and slit so, so well. He got hard just thinking about it. And, they weren't terribly expensive. Shelley though then needed a matching brassiere. Albert didn't want the stress, if not the trauma of having to figure that out so he let Shelley choose the brassiere. She picked a soft, stretchy pink cotton demi bra sprinkled throughout with little red flowers. It was clearly a very good choice. Albert couldn't wait to see her with both of them on. Shelley though got into quite a bit of trouble that week at the sorority house, much to the surprise of Miss Wormer. It just seemed like she couldn't do anything right, or follow any instructions. By the end of the week she had accumulated more than enough demerits for a disciplinary spanking. It was almost like she wanted a spanking, but that couldn't really be true. Miss Wormer at times had that concern about Pamela. She had been spanked far more than any other sorority sister (hence her selection to represent the sorority in the Wench-in-the-Docks at the Renaissance Faire), but she brushed that thought aside. No girl actually wants to be spanked! But, everyone had been behaving so well since the last spanking of a girl, which was in fact Shelley! Miss Wormer had been uncertain about the wisdom of having Albert attend Shelley's first spanking, as any Housemother should, but it turned out to be an excellent decision. None of the girls wanted Albert to witness their spanking and Miss Wormer was quite pleased to see how so well behaved everyone became. It's not like they were rapscallions and hellions prior to Shelley's spanking. The girls of Omega Theta Pi were the best behaved and morally pure young ladies on campus, but they appeared to raise the bar even higher after witnessing Shelley's embarrassment at being spanked in front of Albert. Well, apparently though it didn't take for Shelley. The final straw had been when Miss Wormer discovered the panties. They were clearly panties for the purpose of enticing a young man, and they simply could not be tolerated. Shelley was going to have to get another spanking. Miss Wormer was disappointed in her, naturally so. But, a second dose of this experience would also be helpful for the entire sorority. It could only help. And, to maximize its benefits she would this time have Albert sit in the front row, so that Shelley fully appreciated the shame of his presence. It was a difficult week for Shelley. Breaking all those rules was just not in her nature, and she felt quite bad about it. But, it would only be this once. After this spanking she would be a good girl again. Well, she would at least no longer make any of the household mistakes. It was just that she really, really wanted one more spanking. Sunday evening, before the sorority meeting was to begin, she handed Albert a little device. It was about half the size of a cell phone. "What is it?" Albert naturally asked. "It's a remote control." "Well, it's not a very big one. You would easily lose it and, heck, it's got only one channel. What the heck is it used for?" Shelley smiled. Albert can be so naive sometimes, but that just added to his charm. He was such a cute, even innocent boy. She stepped up to him and whispered in his ear, "It's for me, silly." She stepped back and opened up her hand, just enough so that only he could see what was in it. He studied it for awhile. It was this plastic rounded tube sort of thing, sort of like a partially squashed egg. He still didn't get it. He looked at her quizzically. "Turn on the switch." He did, and then he saw it vibrating, shivering, and making a very, very soft buzzing noise. "Oh my goodness," he said. He quickly glanced around to be sure nobody else had noticed it. Shelley clasped her hand shut, enveloping it within her palm and fingers. She could still feel it buzzing around in her fist, but they couldn't hear it anymore. Her face flushed as she explained, "I'm going to wear it tonight. You can turn it on any time you want." Albert now knew precisely what she meant. But, he wanted to be sure that he understood completely and, even more so, he just wanted to hear her say it. "Wear it where?" "Albert," Shelley whispered, "Shut-up. You know where." He smiled. "Tell me." Shelley rolled her eyes. She knew he was just teasing her, but she was willing to play along. She said very, very softly, "In my vagina, while I'm getting spanked." Albert could feel his dick hardening within his pants. He would have to wear his tightest briefs tonight. He turned off the switch and smiled again. The sorority meeting began with the usual routine, going through, for instance, the report from the treasurer. Appreciation was expressed to Albert for his contribution to the sorority's coffers, although it would not be until they rented out more rooms to boys that their financial state would be stabilized. There was also a discussion of forthcoming holiday decorations and the costume party. The girls were particularly excited about that. Miss Wormer expressed concern over the increasing volume of crumbs and wrappers left in the library. There was quite a bit of other business discussed, much to the boredom and impatience of Albert. But, the meeting did eventually reach the final item on the agenda: Shelley's punishment. "Once again, girls...and Albert, I regret to say that we do have a sister who is in need of guidance and discipline, Shelley Darlington." She paused for the bad news to sink in, but it was old news as the demerit list is posted each morning. Everyone knew that Shelley was in for a spanking. Still, it did have some effect as everyone also knew how embarrassing it had been for her to be spanked in front of Albert the first time, and now he was in fact even sitting in the front row, center seat, with a bit of a smile or even perhaps a smirk. Miss Wormer called Shelley up to the stage to take her seat in the metal folding chair, next to her own cushioned easy chair. Shelley made her way slowly there, apparently very reluctant to do so, her face focused on her steps, avoiding any eye contact with any of her sisters or Miss Wormer, who waited impatiently for her. She stepped onto the slightly raised stage and took her seat, still keeping her eyes focused on the ground. Miss Wormer then read through some of Shelley misdeeds: the spilling of the milk, an unmade bed, shampoo left in the shower, snacks taken from the kitchen after 10PM. None of them were terribly severe by themselves. But, the accumulation of so many minor infractions did become itself a major offense. It was suggesting a true deterioration in appropriate decorum, deportment, and good etiquette. Miss Wormer in fact wondered if the past week had been a "cry for help," a wish to be punished to be saved from a life teetering on the verge of delinquency. And, the kicker had been the panties. She held them up for all the girls to see. Gasps could be heard throughout the rows of girls, most of whom though admiring how pretty and sexy they were. They so wished they had panties like that. They even felt a bit jealous of Shelley, as she must have felt so pretty and sexy wearing them. Still, they did wonder for whom she had bought them. One doesn't buy panties like that just for oneself. They were rather aghast to think that perhaps she had let some guy see them. Miss Wormer made sure that Albert could see them, and in fact displayed them precisely for his eyes. "Miss Wormer, please," Shelley exclaimed with apparent shame and embarrassment. "Don't let Albert see those!" Living with Omega Theta Pi "Now, Miss Darlington, I wonder if you would explain to me, and to your sisters, what this was doing within your dresser drawer." She pulled from her purse a small pink vibrator. "Mother Wormer!" Shelley exclaimed in shock, looking away from the offending object, as if its bright pinkness was painful to the eye (the girls at times referred to Miss Wormer as "mother," albeit she was just the Housemother). She brought the fingers of her hand to her lips in embarrassment. Was there anything more shameful than to have your little helper be displayed to the entire sorority? Actually, there was, and that was to have it displayed to a boy! Gasps could be heard among the girls within the audience, and a number of heads quickly turned to look at Albert, who was sitting in the last row. He did not feel comfortable taking a closer seat, and he wondered why so many of the girls were now furtively looking back at him, a few of them with little grins, some looking quite anxious and concerned. The girls had thought about all the fun it would be to have a guy living in the house, particularly if he was a big handsome young man. They had not really worked through in their minds all of the potential problems that might also arise. Shelley though didn't really need to worry, as Albert didn't understand what all the fuss was about. He could clearly see the object in Miss Wormer's hand. He was in the last row but there were only about five rows of seats. In any case, he didn't know what it was. It was shaped like a really small obelisk (he estimated only about six inches) or a really large bullet. Then, he had an epiphany as he remembered seeing one of those things once in his parents' bedroom, sitting out on his mother's dresser. It's a muscle relaxant! His mother said she used it to help with back pain. It vibrates and she moves it around and around on a muscle strain. He subsequently asked to use it himself when he twisted an ankle, but his mother said it was broken. In any case, he couldn't really get why Shelley was embarrassed about it. His mother though had also seemed rather flustered when he found hers. Miss Wormer explained, "You know, Shelley, that these are not acceptable devices for young ladies of good moral standing. Would you like your parents to know you have something like this?" "Please, Mother Wormer," Shelley pleaded, "this is so embarrassing." "Yes, yes, it is. You at least appreciate that you should indeed feel ashamed for having such a thing. Have you in fact been using this?" Shelley's face turned even redder, if that was possible. How do you answer such a question? It would be so embarrassing to say "yes," but clearly such a ridiculous lie to say "no." Why else would she have it? Well, maybe not so ridiculous. She turned to look up at Miss Wormer, who was standing to her left. "No, no, ma'am, I haven't, honest." It was a very bold and risky lie. Quite a few more demerits are awarded for lying to Miss Wormer. In fact, many of the girls had experienced more punishment for a failed cover-up than they would have received for the original crime. That was always a very important lesson: better to admit your crimes than to try to hide them. Miss Wormer waved the vibrator at Shelley. "Do you really expect me to believe that, young lady?" "Oh, but Mother Wormer, I just got it. I mean, it's not mine. I was hiding it for a friend. She asked me to keep it for her, just a couple of days ago. I knew I shouldn't but I really didn't want her to get into trouble." "You were hiding it for one of the Omega girls?" "Oh no! No! Certainly not, no, no." It's a tangled web one weaves when one deceives. "It was for this friend who still lives at home. Her mother found it and she was so upset and so I said I would keep it for her, just temporarily, until she figured out what to do." "Her mother gave it back to her?" Oops. That didn't make sense. "Yes, yes, um, she told her to throw it away herself." "So, you're helping this friend to deceive her mother, to explicitly intentionally disobey her mother's instructions." Well, once again, the cover-up didn't really work that well. She shamefully bowed her head and confessed, "It's mine, Mother Wormer. I'm sorry, really I am." Now Miss Wormer knew, all of her sorority sisters knew, and even that boy Albert knows, that she has been using a vibrator. She felt so, so embarrassed. Only a couple of the girls though were at all troubled by that. Most fully understood the interest, if not the need, and a few of them had their own such helpers (which they vowed now to hide even better). Miss Wormer though was quite troubled by it. A good, decent, purity girl doesn't masturbate, and certainly not with artificial devices. It was not real sex but it was clearly a very slippery slope and one that Shelley was on the verge of sliding down. "Well then, I think you know what you must do, Shelley." "Yes, Miss Wormer." "Why don't you get up from the chair, turn it around, and assume the position." "But, Miss Wormer," Shelley exhorted. She lowered her voice to a whisper, "Albert Pence is here." Miss Wormer looked out over the rows of girls, spotting Albert sitting at the back, looking quite attentive. "Yes, well..." she said aloud as she pondered the situation, tapping the vibrator in her hand. The girls in the audience sat breathlessly, wondering what Miss Wormer would do. She eventually turned back to Shelley. "Yes, well, you girls wanted young men to become residents of the house and participate in all the relevant activities." "I know, I know, but geeeez; this?" First it was losing her dress in the Dunk-a-Wench at the Renaissance Faire (see "The Renaissance Faire"), and now this? It just didn't seem fair. Miss Wormer though was not moved. She returned the vibrator to her purse. "You apparently felt immodest enough to secretly harbor a device for self-abuse. I don't imagine you should claim some sort of modesty now. And, besides, I think it will only serve to help with the lesson. Now come on." She loudly clapped her hands to emphasize her impatience over Shelley's dilly dallying. "Let's not waste any more time." With Miss Wormer's reference to self-abuse Albert suddenly understood what the device was used for. His face flushed with embarrassment at the realization that he had been looking at a girl's masturbatory tool, and had been doing so in the presence of so many other girls. He immediately began to imagine Shelley using it, his heart rate accelerating at the thought, and then even more so as he watched Shelley slowly get up from her chair and turn it around. Was he about to witness what he was thinking was about to happen? "Oh Mother Wormer," Shelley again pleaded, one last time, for some consideration. This was really so humiliating. Miss Wormer again though just clapped her hands, her face stern and unmoving. Shelley bent over the back of the chair and grasped hold of the seat with her hands, presenting for the sisters of her sorority, and the young man, her bottom. It was a very wonderful sight for Albert. He now wished that he had taken a seat in the front row, and certainly vowed to be sure to arrive on time next Sunday in order to get a better seat. But, he really wasn't very far away and was treated to a very pretty picture of Shelley's cute perky bottom so wonderfully outlined by the thin, soft, loose fabric of her skirt falling across its curves. But, apparently, that wasn't the end of it. Miss Wormer reached down and took hold of the hem of the young lady's skirt and pulled it up her thighs and over her bottom, to hang it down across her back. The only consolation, if it could even be said to count as one, was that the skirt now draped across her head, effectively hiding her shamed face, which Shelley further hid by letting go of the seat to cover her face with her hands. The girl just couldn't believe it. It was always quite embarrassing to be presented in such a way to the sisters of one's sorority. The shame was diminished somewhat by the fact that many of the other girls had been punished this way as well. It was obviously though much more disgraceful and scandalous for a boy to be now witnessing this! Shelley didn't know how she could possibly look Albert in the eye after this, after having to show him her pantied bottom. Albert was indeed very appreciative. He had no idea that this would be one of the benefits of renting a room at Omega Theta Pi. He was in fact ecstatic at his good fortune. If asked, and he was by Miss Wormer, he was not at all experienced with girls, and so he was quite surprised at having been chosen among so many more successful, attractive, and desirable male applicants. Miss Wormer had inquired explicitly into his sexual history, much to his discomfort. Apparently the fact that he had little to no experience had not been a problem (on the contrary, it was a big plus in Miss Wormer's mind). In any case, he had not before seen a girl presenting her bottom like this to him. Well, she wasn't really presenting it to him in particular, but it sure looked that way. Albert's penis quickly began to swell within his briefs. Shelley wasn't wearing the most provocative panties one could own. Miss Wormer would not allow that. "Scanty panties lead to raised skirts," she would say. She even conducted surprise panty drawer inspections to enforce the policy. Shelley's panties were just yellow cotton hipsters with a violet trim, decorated with little violet hearts. But, to Albert, they were terribly exotic and alluring. He had not seen anything like this before. Her derriere looked so round, so luscious, poking out from the stage. Plus, his eyes fixed as well on that little bulge between her thighs, just below where the apparent crack of her bottom ended. It was Shelley's sweet, adorable cunnie pouch very clearly outlined in tight yellow cotton. One of the hearts even appeared to be very centrally located, as if it was there just to provide a bit of affectionate decoration for her femininity. Albert crossed his legs. He glanced around to see if anyone was noticing him. He felt such a strong need to shift his swelling cock into a more comfortable position. But, there was no way he could as girls were still glancing back at him. Everyone found his presence to be quite uncomfortable and troubling, and they continually wondered how he was reacting, what he was doing and thinking. The few girls sitting in the same row as him were stealing peeks out of the corners of their eyes. Albert decided that he would have to tough it out, at least with respect to shifting his swelling cock. It was a sacrifice that he was willing to make, but he did at least rest a hand in his lap as nonchalantly as possible. The bulge would otherwise be really quite noticeable. Miss Wormer sensed the discomfort of the girls over Albert's presence, which only affirmed her decision to have him remain. It was very evident that in the future the girls would be much more reluctant to earn sufficient demerits for a spanking. His presence was really very, very helpful. The stakes were now clearly raised. In fact, she raised them a bit further. She reached for the waistband of Shelley's panties and in one smooth, professional motion she pulled them down to her knees. "Keep the panties at your knees, Miss Darlington," she instructed the girl. Gasps could be heard among the girls and Shelley groaned with mortified abasement. Her position was just so obscene: her naked bum poking up like some animal presenting herself to be mounted. She parted her legs so that she could hold the panties at her knees but she knew in doing so she was providing Albert an even better peek at her naked cunnie. It was only natural for Shelley's panties to be pulled down. The spankings were normally bare bottom. Not doing so would have been rewarding the miscreant girl because of Albert's presence, allowing the punishment to be less than it should. If anything, Albert's presence should strengthen the punishment, not weaken it. Albert instinctively smiled, causing a few of the girls to blush, vicariously sharing Shelley's embarrassment. It was in fact more than just a peek. Albert had a really good view of Shelley's lovely sweet pussy, even at his distance, and he was entranced with the sight. It was his first real live exposure to a girl's naked cunnie lips and it was all that he could possibly imagine. It just looked so pretty, so sexy, so alluring. Shelley did not shave down there but nothing was hidden. He could see very well the soft lily white mound, lightly speckled by a thin growth of delicate hairs, and parted by such a deliciously graceful cleft. It was really quite striking how something so simple could be so enticing. He wiped the smile from his face, drawing upon all of his strength of character to look like he was largely dispassionate and disinterested, as he felt the swelling bulge of his knob pressing against his thumb in his lap. He very lightly, very subtly, caressed the tip of his crown with his thumb, just ever so discretely rubbing his thumb around and around, his eyes glued to the girl's exposed cunt. The chances of Albert being seen though, being caught playing with himself, were diminishing as fewer girls were now stealing glances at him, finding the experience rather embarrassing for themselves as well. After all, Shelley was one of their sisters. They imagined how difficult it would be if it was one of them up there, and they vowed to behave much more properly in the future. Many of the girls also crossed their legs, or squeezed their thighs together, feeling a strong need to keep their own pussies as covered and hidden as possible. Miss Wormer moved over to the other side of Shelley. It was the more natural side to provide a spanking. She first explained, "Now, this won't be very many spanks, Miss Darlington, given that you did in fact confess your crime. But, I think it's important that you appreciate that we can't have such things in the house." Shelley removed her hands from her face to respond, "Oh, Miss Wormer, I only did it once!" In saying that Shelley only further embarrassed herself, and excited Albert. Plus, it was obviously a pathetic lie, like saying you only took one puff, or just one sip. It only made Miss Wormer reconsider her promise to go lightly. Smack! "Yeow!" Shelley squealed. It wasn't a hard spank, but the first one was always quite startling. Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! As the spanks rained down upon Shelley's bare naked bottom so did the appeals for mercy and kindness pour from her mouth. "Miss Wormer, please!" "I'm sorry!" "Not so hard!" "I'll be good!" "I won't do it again, never!" Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! All of the girls were now squirming in their seats, imagining their own bottoms receiving such a treatment. A few of the girls though were feeling a little warm between their thighs, Pamela in particular (see "The Renaissance Faire"). Getting a spanking was quite embarrassing, but a few would have to admit that they did actually kind of enjoy it. They even engaged in little private spanking parties, which were quite difficult to arrange as it was not easy muffling the sound of a spanking. Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Albert felt like his eyes would pop out of his head. Shelley's girlish little round tush was taking on such a pretty rosy sheen, like blush was being applied to her cheeks. Her squirming and prancing were also just so enchanting and enticing. It was like she was doing a little provocative dance for him, intentionally trying to get him all excited so that he would dash onto the stage and mount her. Plus, all that sashaying, all that skipping and romping, was providing him with occasional peeks down into her crack, the big one, the one that hid the girl's sweet little puckered rose bud. Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! He was going to have to immediately jerk off when this done. There was simply no way he could not, although he also knew that he should try to force himself to put it off for awhile, as it might just be a bit too obvious, him rushing back to his room. And, he did wonder how he was going to possibly get up from this seat and still keep his erection hidden. Next time he would bring with him some books to hold in front of him. Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! "Mother Wormer! My gracious! Please! I'm so, so sorry!" Miss Wormer stopped. She had not planned on spanking the young lady for very long. And, it wasn't really the physical component of the spanking, the stinging, that was the primary deterrent. It was more the public shame and embarrassment, and she imagined the presence of Albert in the audience had provided quite a bit more to this lesson than any additional spanks could possibly do. His presence had provided a very unexpected bonus, which was quite ironic as she had expected the presence of a boy in the house to be more disruptive than beneficial to further developing the young ladies' moral character and chaste purity. She stepped away from the girl's bottom. "You can pull up your panties now, Miss Darlington." "Thank you, ma'am," Shelley gratefully responded, the contrition so clearly evident in her voice. She quickly reached back, grasped hold of her panties, and yanked them back up, her long skirt falling back down over her bottom as her hands struggled a bit beneath it to get her panties back into their best proper and comfortable position. When she felt ready she turned and quickly made her way back to her seat, her face as red as an apple, her bottom a slightly lesser pink. The meeting soon ended and Albert immediately extricated himself from the room, an advantage of being in the last row. The girls didn't seem to notice his hurried exit, or at least they didn't mind. They were avoiding eye contact with him. Albert made his way quickly to his bedroom, knowing full well what he was going to do. Jerking off though was also a bit difficult at Omega Theta Pi. On the one had it added to his sexual excitement to hear the giggling and tittering of the girls outside his door while he was playing with himself. He could imagine them all in their PJs, their boobies bouncing and wiggling without their brassieres, perhaps even visible through a sheer nightie. But, none of the bedroom doors within Omega Theta Pi could be locked. Who locks their bedroom doors within a home? Security within the house was fully covered by the lights, camera, and locks on the front and back doors. There was no need for any further security within the house. Miss Wormer also insisted that the bedrooms remain unlocked to allow her ready access for bed checks and any other impromptu inspections she might feel would be useful. Well, that made it a little risky and unnerving for when Albert wanted to masturbate. Imagine getting caught by Miss Wormer doing that! Or, perhaps, some girl might just innocently open the door, mistaking his room for someone else's (although there was a clear sign posted on his door to avoid any such accidents). Albert therefore typically waited until after bed check to take care of business, when he felt far more secure in having full privacy. Disposing of his cum rags though was a bit awkward. He couldn't just put them in his wastebasket or any other one in the house (if discovered, whose else would it be?). He couldn't flush them down the toilet (his mother once complained that the toilet was getting clogged much too often, and it was quite embarrassing when a plumber informed her that it was getting clogged with paper towels). So, he would use one of his socks. When he was done he would bury it in his dirty laundry basket. Given that he would be doing his own laundry it should be a pretty safe system. This night, though, he couldn't wait until after bed check. He did wait awhile, but when he began to hear the girls going to and from their bedrooms and bathroom, himself lying on the bed in his own PJs, thinking about Shelley's spanking, he just couldn't wait any longer. Living with Omega Theta Pi He did though get off the bed and move to another location. Anyone stepping into Albert's bedroom would first see the two dressers along the wall to the right. As one turned left the two twin beds against the wall to the left would come into view. What would be seen last would be the corner of the room immediately to one's left. One in fact had to step a bit into the room to see that corner as there was a large closet along the wall shared by the hallway, which blocked the view to the left for a couple of feet into the room. Albert positioned himself in that corner. If Miss Wormer suddenly came in he probably would have time to hide the evidence. He reached into his pajama bottoms and pulled out his stiff dick, which he had considerable trouble keeping down ever since the spanking. And, it felt so, so good to finally have it clenched in his hand. He considered squirting some lotion on it. It felt really good to jack off when it was all slippery and slick. But that way was also a bit noisier. It was not terribly missed though as he soon generated sufficient pre-cum to fully enjoy the feel of his foreskin sliding on and off his swollen crown. He closed his eyes and recalled the sight of Shelley's deliciously bare pink bum, fleshy feminine mound, and that intoxicating, mysteriously enticing slit, all the while hearing in the background the sounds of the girls wandering in the hall, likely all dressed in their bedtime clothes, perhaps many of them even partially undressed, perhaps so even in sheer nighties. An erection can provide a young man with considerable courage to do things he normally wouldn't do. It was like he has been energized, filled with the testosterone needed to boldly go where a young man normally feared to tread. Perhaps it is what makes young men brave and courageous. Albert decided that he had enough with hiding in his bedroom after 10:00PM. It was his right to be in the hallways up until 11:00PM! He was no longer going to act like a scared little boy, intimidated by a bunch of girls. He was going to assert his rights as a member of this house! He did though first remove his PJ bottoms to put on his tightest pair of jockey briefs. They were in fact too small for him. He used them for when he was swimming in his loose cutoffs and trunks. It provided extra-protection against his parts becoming visible through the wet, clinging cotton, and it should work well for a comparable concern tonight. Feeling emboldened, fearless, and very aroused, Albert opened the door to the hallway and stepped out. Of course, bravery can sometimes lead to rather foolhardy decisions, especially when fueled by one's testicles. Thinking with one's cock isn't always the best thing to do, but it can also be so difficult to resist. The immediate effect though was entirely reinforcing. Up and down the hall was a bevy of girls in various states of nighttime dress, or more accurately undress. It was a veritable cornucopia of feminine delights. He cursed himself for having waited so long to do this. He was a bit self-conscious about being in his pajamas but that was quickly dispelled by the sight of so many girls in theirs. It was like he had joined their pajama party, and any boy would certainly enjoy that. However, it was more like he was crashing their pajama party. The girls were clearly not expecting him. His presence was met with sudden squeals of alarm and quick dashes to bedrooms or to the bathroom, like young hens scattering from a fox entering the coop. But their departure was not so quick that Albert could not see a few pairs of breasts bobbling and wiggling beneath flimsy nighties, panty clad tails wagging behind them as the girls scampered off. He had indeed been correct that some of the young ladies wore nighties to bed and he was even treated to a few very clear displays of perky round white boobs. If only his eyes were cameras. He so much wanted to burn these images into permanent memory, as he figured the girls would be much more careful and discrete in the future when they entered the hallway for their nighttime rituals. Some of the girls did not immediately scamper off, largely those wearing more modest pajamas, but they were still very, very pleasing to the eye. It did not appear to Albert that they were wearing brassieres or perhaps even panties beneath their pajamas. He wondered if they knew he had an erection. Of course they didn't, but they had to suspect, didn't they? He could see that despite their best effort to act as if they didn't care he was there they were still a bit nervous and uncomfortable. He had gone from being the one taunted and teased to the one feared and respected. Well, maybe not respected, but he was clearly now more on the offensive than the defensive. He wished his PJ bottoms had a pocket in them so he could casually slide his hand in and play with himself. It was rather uniquely pleasurable to walk down the hallway, sporting a giant erection amidst this bevy of young ladies dressed only in their nightclothes. He would have enjoyed simply peeking at them through a crack in the door, voyeuristically enjoying his little peep show, but he was in fact walking among them. He felt now more like a rooster (than a fox) as he strolled down the hall considering who might be his mate for this evening, admiring the charm of their intimate bedtime apparel. The girls who had not dashed off tried to just ignore him, pretending that his presence was of no real concern, but it was clearly disconcerting. Many instinctively checked or adjusted their hair, realizing that they had not put on their best presentation, not having expected a man to be around. Others grasped their pajama blouses, as if they worried that they might just spring open. Very few of them made eye contact, none of them sustained it. Albert now felt like the lion of the forest, fully in command of the terrain. Some of the girls crossed their arms to provide a bit more cover, particularly those who were not wearing brassieres, fruitlessly hoping that the boy would not notice how much their titties were jiggling. Just when you wanted your bubbies to behave, to be hidden, they appeared to dance and prance, just begging for attention. If their boobies were children they certainly needed to be scolded, told to sit still, but there was nothing the girl could do about it, as any little movement set them off. Albert suddenly stopped when he reached an open doorway into another bedroom. It was the bedroom of Sandy and Theresa, and Theresa was standing in front of her dresser mirror. She was deep in thought, studying herself in the mirror, clearly contemplating, pondering, something to do with her body, which was currently not well concealed. Theresa was wearing only her brassiere and panties, which were really quite lovely, despite Miss Wormer's rules. She was wearing violet cotton panties with pink lace trim colored with yellow daisies. The matching brassiere was also very flattering, as the half-cups nicely pushed up and together her full round boobs, which stuck out well from her chest. Yes, it must be her brassiere she was studying. She cupped each of her breasts in her hands as she contemplated the fit. She lifted them up further and turned her body first a bit to the left, then to the right, observing how they looked from various angles. It wasn't clear whether she liked or disliked what she saw, as her expression remained dispassionate, objective, and focused, concentrating her attention so intently on her bubbies, considering all angles. She should though be quite pleased at what she saw for they appeared so full, so round, so perky. She even leaned forward a bit, to see how much cleavage was revealed, her bottom thrusting out as she did so, becoming so nicely curved and provocatively suggestive. Albert clearly liked what he saw from the open door. He glanced up and down the hall. The girls were largely avoiding him, trying to ignore him. He pretended that he was studying the sign on the wall next to Theresa's room. It concerned what to do when the fire alarm went off. He was simply being a responsible member of the house by closely studying the rules and guidelines for fire safety. But his eyes were actually focused elsewhere. He was now very much the voyeur, watching something he knew that he was not supposed to see. Clearly Theresa was not used to having a man in the hallway, otherwise she would have shut her door. Albert had been at the house for sometime but until now had kept to himself within his room after 10:00 PM. Theresa naturally assumed that tonight would be no different, but she was clearly wrong. She even shook her shoulders a bit to see how her bubbies wiggled and bobbled within her brassiere, causing Albert to smile with appreciation. Albert so wished he could touch himself right now. He again glanced left and right down the hall. He sure didn't want to take a chance getting caught peeping into a bedroom at a partially undressed sorority sister. That would most assuredly be a major rule violation, at least for him. Heck, it might even be against the law! But, he wasn't really sure about that. He wasn't peeking into her window. He wasn't trespassing. If you noticed a girl undressing through an open window while standing on a public sidewalk, would that be against the law? Well, the legality of it didn't really matter. He did know for a fact that Miss Wormer would be very upset about it. With considerable reluctance he moved on. He didn't really know where he was going. He wasn't even heading in the right direction for the bathroom that was on the first floor (the one he could use). When he reached the end of the hall, at the entrance to the bathroom the girls were using, he glanced at the door. He was tempted to step into the room, at least for a moment, knowing that he would be faced with at least a few girls that would likely be totally naked. He could perhaps claim that he had momentarily forgotten about the rule but, again, his better half maintained self-control and he avoided any such temptation. He did pause there a bit, hoping that the door would open, providing a quick peek inside, but when Molly came up to the door to let herself in she made sure that she opened it just enough to allow herself to squeeze through, giving him a quick glare of disapproval. However, immediately after Molly entered the bathroom Shelley exited, speaking to a girl behind her as she did so about how embarrassing the spanking had been, particularly with Albert sitting there, not aware of the danger she was approaching. If she had she would have pulled the towel around her before she left the room, rather than deciding at the last minute to make some adjustments as she was opening the door. From Albert's perspective it looked like she was intentionally opening the towel up for him to show off her young, shapely and entirely naked body, and what a pretty one it was. Albert's mouth fell open in shock at the sight of those fresh firm round wiggly boobs, openly displayed in front of him, and the very stiff nipples, fresh from their invigorating shower, standing up so proudly. But, of most interest was the darling cleft between the girl's thighs. It was Albert's first frontal view of a young lady's cunt and his dick yearned lustfully to get a closer look, albeit the current one was still very, very fetching. Albert's eyes were transfixed and he stood frozen in place, like a deer caught in the headlights of approaching round, bright, shining breasts. It was a comparison that was not far off the mark as Shelley continued to step forward as she began to drape the towel around her but then stepped right into, colliding with, the frozen Albert, the towel falling from her hands. "Albert!" she exclaimed in shock. Her hands first went to her mouth with startled surprise at the unexpected presence of the boy in the hall; her body, her breasts, colliding with him. Albert, ever the gentleman, did not smile with glee at the girl's misfortune, although he had every right to do so, having made actual contact with a naked breast for the very first time. It wasn't much of a contact, just a bump on the side of his arm, but the first time is always so special, so memorable: the touch, the feel, of a soft, squishy, pliant boob. He immediately bent over to retrieve her towel. "Here, Shelley, let me get it." "What?!" Shelley recovered enough to now hide herself as best she could with her hands, one hand going to her delicate cunnie, the other to her boobs. They did hide the very best and most important specific parts but there was still much to be seen and the pose was itself rather endearing. It made it so very clear how embarrassed, vulnerable, and exposed she felt. First the dunking booth at the fair, then the spanking, and now this. She just couldn't catch a break. Albert paused only briefly as he retrieved the towel lying at the girl's ankles, looking up at her, smiling sheepishly. He did so much enjoy the view. She just looked so darling, so vulnerable, so sexy. It's not too often he had been this close to a naked girl before. Actually, never before, and he would so much prefer to stop and fully savor the moment. But, he did in fact share Shelley's embarrassment. He was not a predatory male, one who enjoyed taking advantage of girls without a shred of guilt or self-consciousness. If he was he would have been in this hallway the very first evening. And, he would stretch out this moment as long as possible, perhaps suggesting a kiss for the return of the towel. Instead, it had taken his balls churning to maximum arousal to draw him out among the enticing array of feminine delights and he did feel sorry for the girl. His face flushed red as he handed Shelley her towel, not appreciating that she didn't really have any available hands to take it from him. Shelley released just a couple of fingers from her boob, not wanting to break entirely free from her breast. "Oh, yeah, sorry," Albert quietly responded, recognizing that she couldn't really let go of her breast to retrieve the towel. He hung it on her outstretched fingers, one of which he noticed was adorned with a purity ring. For one brief moment he was within an inch of a girl's naked boobs. He briefly made eye-to-eye contact but then looked away, perhaps feeling now almost as embarrassed as her. Once he draped the towel on Shelley's fingers he quickly extricated himself from the mutually embarrassing moment and made his way rapidly back down the hall, back to his room. He realized that he had perhaps taken this too far. While he did have a right to be in the hallway he was most certainly not behaving in a manner that Miss Wormer would likely appreciate. He was clearly trying to take advantage of the situation, and that just wasn't right. The evident embarrassment in Shelley's eyes had woke him up. But, once he was back in the privacy of his own room he quickly made his way to his bed. He felt so excited, so aroused. He had to have immediate relief. He was pulling down his PJ bottoms and briefs as he approached the bed, and then simply turned around and fell back onto the bed, clutching his hard stiff dick in his hand. Perhaps never before had his cock so much enjoyed the feel of his master's hand gripping it around the shaft. He rapidly slid his fist up and down, thinking about Shelley's bare naked boobs and cunnie lips. Maybe it would be better to take his time, but constraint and patience were no longer options. He just wanted to cum, and to cum hard. "What is that you are doing, young man!?" It was Miss Wormer, standing in the doorway to his bedroom, with a very shocked and displeased expression on her face, to say the least. "Miss Wormer!" Albert exclaimed, immediately leaping from the bed, bending over to reach for his PJ bottoms and briefs. He had never been caught jerking off before, not even by his mother, although he had come close quite a number of times. There was perhaps no worse of an embarrassment for a young man than this. "I'm sorry, um, I was, um..." Is there anything one can say that would undo the damage? What could one possibly say? Apparently one of the girls had gone to Miss Wormer to complain about Albert being in the hallway, possibly even peeking into Theresa's bedroom. Miss Wormer immediately proceeded to Albert's room to further educate the young man. She had already estimated a substantial price in demerits for that behavior (although she would certainly first consider his side of the story) but the total count now went up considerably. Miss Wormer only rarely knocked on the girls' doors when she arrived at their bedrooms. There was no need to knock if they weren't doing anything that they shouldn't be doing. She provided Albert with equal consideration, and when she discovered thereby that he was in fact openly masturbating on the bed she was glad that she had not knocked, providing the young man an opportunity to hide his self-abuse. It was especially troubling to her to realize that he was probably doing it precisely because of his inappropriate and disrespectful behavior within the hallway. "Young man, do you realize how objectionable such behavior is within a sorority house?" "Yes ma'am!" Albert quickly responded. "Absolutely, really, I am so, so sorry," he added with as much sincerity in his voice that he could muster, struggling to get his briefs and PJ bottoms untangled with one hand, the other trying to hide his erection. If he just took his time and used both hands it would not have been terribly difficult. But, he really didn't want to have Miss Wormer see his stiffie again, and it's not that easy to pull up briefs and pajama bottoms with just one hand when one is panicked. "I imagine that you are sorry that you were caught. Do you take some pleasure in exposing your erection to the Housemother?" "Oh gosh, no, ma'am," he pleaded, the briefs and PJ bottoms now up to his thighs. "Release that penis from your hand this instant, young man! I will not have you abusing yourself right in front of me! My gracious, the impudence!" "Oh ma'am, no, no. I didn't mean..." But he knew better than to defy her. He let go of it, letting it be exposed once again. Miss Wormer strode up to him and firmly took hold of his stiff cock. She shook it like she would shake a pointer or ruler as she sternly lectured a student. "I suppose you were planning on going back out into the hall to show this thing off to the girls?" "Oh, gosh, no, ma'am! I would never do that!" Albert was a mix of emotions, truly embarrassed at getting caught jerking off, but not really ashamed for having done so, and frankly enjoying the fact that his hard cock was now being grasped in a woman's hand. It wasn't the way he imagined the first time a woman would hold his cock, but any ship in a storm. Miss Wormer continued to shake his hard dick, although in doing so she was sliding his foreskin on and off his swollen knob. "Your mother may have allowed you to do this at home, young man, but you're now a guest of Omega Theta Pi, and this is not the way to show due respect to the sisters of this sorority. Would you agree?" "Oh yes, ma'am, absolutely. I definitely fully absolutely agree." It was so odd, so confusing. On the one hand he wanted the lecturing and scolding to end, as well as the embarrassment of standing there with his PJ bottoms and briefs still at his thighs, but he did enjoy the feel of his cock in Miss Wormer's hand. No young man would miss that Miss Wormer was actually quite pretty. She was certainly an imposing woman, a bit tall, with a consistently cold, detached, and stern demeanor. But Albert could also not help but notice her rather prominent breasts, her bright red lips, and her large, round pretty green eyes beneath her spectacles. If someday, somehow, one got her into some lingerie, with a bit more make-up, and a bit more wave to her hair, she would in fact be gorgeous. Living with Omega Theta Pi "Do you have any explanation for yourself, Mr. Pence?" She stopped her stroking, but still held firmly onto his dick. "No, ma'am," he quietly responded. He could perhaps suggest that all that stimulation from the spanking, which had in fact been provided by Miss Wormer, had made it just too difficult to resist. But somehow he felt she would not find that explanation compelling. She kept her eyes firmly fixed on his, not looking at his cock at all, not actually acknowledging its presence, seeming to be oblivious to the fact that it was still tightly enclosed in her fist, while her thumb softly circled around and around the swollen crown. "Well, you have earned your place in next week's disciplinary session, young man. You most certainly have." "What?!" His face rose up to look the Housemother in the eyes, the shock and concern clearly evident in his eyes. "Me?" "You apparently don't seem to mind exposing yourself in the presence of our virtuous young women. Let's see how you feel about that next Sunday." She let go of his dick and quickly departed the room, letting Albert to stand there alone, his stiff cock yearning for more attention while he contemplated his eventual punishment. Contemplate he did, and for the entire week. He reverted to his more inhibited, reserved, and self-conscious withdrawal around the girls, avoiding the hallway entirely after 10PM, keeping to himself as best he could during breakfast, lunch and dinner. He could not avoid sitting next to a girl but he could avoid eye contact and conversation. The girls soon became aware of Albert's predicament, as the number of demerits earned by each house resident are daily posted, and it was clearly evident on Monday that Albert had instantly moved all the up and over the threshold for a spanking. The girls on the second floor wondered how the young man could have earned so many so quickly, but when word spread that he was caught peeking through Theresa's open door, they figured he deserved it. Shelley also wondered if it was for her towel falling down that also earned him demerits, but she really didn't think so, or at least she hoped not. He did have a right to be there. It was her own fault that she had left the shower room without first wrapping herself in the towel, and she had bumped into him. Plus, he didn't try to take advantage of it by withholding the towel. He had given it right back to her. He could've just stood there and laughed at her. Lots of boys would probably have done that. She wondered if she should perhaps speak on his behalf to Miss Wormer, but she also feared that she would get into trouble for leaving the shower room with herself so exposed. That would itself earn her some demerits. When the fateful evening finally arrived one could cut the air with a knife. Albert was again sitting in the last row, not really wanting to be noticed, but knowing that tonight he would be the major show on stage. Nobody else had earned enough demerits for a spanking, the girls having been especially well behaved after Shelley's embarrassment. The meeting droned on for some time, or at least it seemed that way to Albert. He was reminded of when he had to give an oral presentation in his philosophy class. He really, really hated to give speeches. He probably should take a speech class to get over his anxiety but just the thought of a class devoted to what he so very much feared froze him in panic. In the philosophy class he sat there waiting for his turn, counting the minutes, if not the seconds, his anxiety level increasing as his moment of truth slowly approached, all the while running through his head all the things that would likely go wrong. In the end it did help to imagine the audience being naked when he finally gave the talk. That had been a suggestion of his mother. Otherwise he felt he would probably have crumbled and melted under the heat of their piercing eyes. Well, that technique wasn't going to help him tonight as it would be him that would in fact be naked. Only partially so, but the most important part. "Alright then, Albert, why don't you please come up here for your punishment." "What?" He had been so deep in thought that he had stopped listening to Miss Wormer. "Oh! Yes, ma'am, yes, certainly." He slowly took the walk of shame to the stage, his eyes fixed on the floor, avoiding all eye contact. The girls tittered with amusement. Their hearts were all racing, wondering what would happen. Miss Wormer clapped her hands to scold them into silence. "There is nothing amusing about this, young ladies. Nothing amusing at all." They got the message, but their eyes were wide open with apt anticipation. Was Miss Wormer really going to do this? Apparently so, but it was so unbelievable. Miss Wormer explained as Albert stepped onto the stage. "As you young ladies know, there is a level of decorum and moral character that is expected of an Omega Theta Pi girl and," she added, turning to look at Albert standing meekly beside her, his eyes focused on his feet, "for our guest residents as well. We appreciate Albert Pence staying with us, helping us in our time of need, but we can't have the young men taking advantage of this opportunity, peeking at us in our undies in order to masturbate their penises." Feminine gasps could be heard throughout the audience. Well, they now knew full well why the young man was going to be punished. Some of the girls blushed at the thought of Albert beating off to the memory of having seen them in the hallway in their nighties. Shelley couldn't even look at him, staring now down at her toes as she realized what Albert had done, actually masturbating at the memory of seeing her naked. Gross! Of course, she had been thinking about Brad Pitt when she had used her female helper, but at least he wasn't someone she knew, someone with whom she saw on a daily basis. Again, so gross! Albert's face turned beet red and he avoided any eye contact with the girls or with Miss Wormer. "So, what do you have to say for yourself, Albert." He replied very, very softly, "I am so very sorry, Miss Wormer, really I am." He probably could not have been more sincere. "Yes, well, I imagine you will feel even more sorry in just a short while. Now, if you wouldn't mind, down with your pants and underpants." Albert did now lift up his head to look at Miss Wormer with one last plea for consideration, but she did not budge. She just stood there, arms crossed, her face stern with resolve, her green eyes fixed on his through her spectacles. He started to turn his back to the girls but she shook her finger and said, "Tsk, tsk." She wanted him to drop his pants and briefs facing the girls? Shelley hadn't had to do that. Was this really fair? Miss Wormer explained. "You apparently had no consideration for Shelley when she dropped her towel." Shelley looked up in surprise. Apparently she had found out about that as well. She hadn't told Miss Wormer about it. Now she wish she had spoken on his behalf, at least about that. She was totally embarrassed at the thought that he might have been masturbating thinking about her, but the fact that he saw her really wasn't his fault. But, still, he did deserve to be punished for masturbating, didn't he? He was though kind of cute. Albert sighed with frustration. It wasn't his fault that she dropped the towel. But, it was true that he was essentially staked out at the bathroom door, waiting for precisely any such opportunity. Still, he suggested, in his defense, "I picked up the towel for her." "Perhaps, but you did not look away when Shelley's femininity was exposed." Shelley blushed. Did Miss Wormer have to be so specific? Albert had to admit that she was right about that. In the absence of a response, Miss Wormer continued. "Yes, just as I thought. Well then, I believe it is entirely appropriate and correct that your punishment involve the same lack of consideration you gave her." He knew this would be bad, but he had not imagined that it would be this bad. He began to slowly undo his belt. He couldn't believe he was doing this, undressing in front of a room full of girls, all of them with very expectant grins on their faces. But, he had agreed to any such discipline by Miss Wormer when he signed the contract for his residence within the sorority. He just didn't think at the time that it would really happen. When he got his button undone and zipper down he hesitated. Miss Wormer though would not tolerate further delay. She stepped up to him, grasped hold of the waistband of his pants and briefs, and with one smooth motion pulled them both down to his knees, where they naturally fell on their own the rest of the way. "Miss Wormer!" Albert protested and quickly covered himself with his hands, although that might not have been really necessary as his shirt was sufficiently long in front to provide adequate protection. Miss Wormer would have none of that as well. She sternly commanded, "Raise your head, young man, face your house mates, and clasp your hands behind your head. Do it quickly now or we will just have to add on a few more demerits." Albert had no interest in digging himself in deeper. He did as she instructed, raising his head up to face his audience of bright eyed girls, clasping his hands behind his head. In raising his hands the front of the shirt rose a bit, but not enough to do any real harm. Miss Wormer though reached around him and raised the front of his shirt herself, well past his waist. Gasps, squeals, and all sorts of exclamations could be heard, and Miss Wormer did nothing to squelch them. She felt it important for Albert to hear, and see, their reaction. It really wasn't much to see. Albert's penis was as limp as it could possibly be. Well, perhaps it would shrunk even further after a cold swim, but his anxiety had done a pretty good job. He was most certainly not presenting himself in his best light. His uncircumcised penis was resting uncomfortably on his balls like a scared little baby worm, hiding within its comforter. To many of the girls it was rather cute, although some of them found it a little queer, squirly, or silly looking. It was definitely not the intimidating, scary, threatening cock that they had been anticipating. The gasps and squeals quickly turned to tittering and giggling. Miss Wormer smiled with approval at the shift in the girls' reactions but she warned them, "It won't always look so innocent, young ladies. If you had seen it in the state in which I came upon it, well, believe me, you wouldn't be giggling." The laughter stopped as they imagined that. It wasn't that the sight of a penis, even an erect one, was entirely foreign to them. Many of them were not virgins. However, most of them had taken vows of purity (some to the point of wearing a purity ring, such as Shelley) and some had even taken this pledge before ever going all the way. Very, very few of them were currently sexually active, and those that weren't hadn't been for sometime, and so it was quite a sight to see, and imagine. Albert did wish he could get a bit erect. That would help diminish its diminutiveness, but he certainly wouldn't want to develop a full erection. That would be nice, if the girls were in fact impressed, admiring its strength, stiffness, and perhaps even it's size. But, he would imagine that Miss Wormer would not be particularly pleased with such a display. "Albert, why don't you hold your shirt up for me." It was clearly a rhetorical question, or more accurately a command. He did as she "asked." He felt his face grow warmer as he stood before the girls, his pants and briefs at his ankles, holding up his shirt to exhibit his currently rather pathetic member. "Now you see, girls," Miss Wormer explained as she gently cupped his balls in the palms of her hand. "These are the young man's testicles." She bounced them a bit with her hand. "This is where he makes his sperm for your babies." The giggling, tittering, and now whispering increased. The young ladies clearly knew all of this already, but it was rather fun and funny to watch Miss Wormer play with the young man's genitals while instructing them on the facts of life. "A man's testicles can be very sensitive and vulnerable. If you're attacked or for whatever reason want to get control of a man, a good kick or hard squeeze can really put him to his knees." Albert flinched, wondering, waiting, for her to demonstrate. But, fortunately she apparently decided that no such demonstration was really necessary and, as in the case of all of her girls, she had no interest in actually inflicting any serious pain on the boy. "Now here, of course," she said, delicately picking his penis up with just her index finger and thumb, "is his little penis." Did she have to say it was little? Wasn't that already very clear. Albert shut his eyes. He would face the girls but he didn't have to look at them, or at least he didn't as long as Miss Wormer didn't notice his eyes were closed. Her attention was focused elsewhere. "Now Albert, you see, still has his foreskin." She slid it off to reveal the crown. "Oooooh," a few girls exclaimed with evident interest, leaning forward in their chairs, wanting to get a better look. The girls in the front row smiled with delight. It wasn't really news to them, but it was still a nice little show. It was a heck of a lot better than any of their classes, or even television. "It can go on and off," she instructed, sliding the foreskin on and off the crown, "on and off, on and off, on and off," continuing to demonstrate. Albert winced. It was a very, very pleasant feeling, and if he could relax, ignore the fact that he was being humiliated, and perhaps intentionally so, he could in fact develop a degree of swelling that would at least make him look more impressive. He was again reminded of how pretty Miss Wormer was, her firm breasts pressing into his back as she softly, gently, slid his foreskin on and off, on and off. This really wasn't much different than how we masturbated himself. But, she stopped to ask, "Do you keep yourself good and clean there, Albert?" Many of the girls laughed. Miss Wormer turned her attention to the girls and said, in a rather scolding tone as she even waved Albert's penis at them, like it was a teacher's pointer, albeit a rather small and soft one. "There is nothing funny about the importance of keeping yourself fresh and clean. More than a few of you have come to me with questions about your own feminine hygiene. Need I remind you?" She made eye contact with a few girls in particular, who quickly looked away. That threat silenced them all. "That's what I thought." She turned her attention back to Albert. "So, young man, are you keeping it clean under your little hood?" Keeping his eyes closed he barely whispered, "Yes, ma'am." "Every day?" Geeeez, when will she stop this?! He dutifully nodded. She let go of his penis. "Well, alright then, Albert. You can let go of your shirt and get into position." Albert turned around, a bit awkwardly with his pants and underwear tangled around his ankles. He was though grateful at least for the closing of the "Albert little limp penis show." He turned the chair around so that it was facing away from him, as Shelley had done, and bent over to grasp the edges of the seat. This was better than displaying his penis, but it wasn't a lot better. It became even more troubling when Miss Wormer raised up his shirt and tossed it over his back, revealing to the sorority girls the young man's bare naked bottom. The tittering and giggling returned. Yes, Albert felt, very humiliating indeed. Miss Wormer shifted around to his left side. SMACK! "Yikes!" Albert leaped up, letting go of the seat of the chair to clutch his butt with both hands. "Back over the chair, Albert," Miss Wormer admonished him. "Gracious, even the girls aren't that much of a sissy." "Yes, ma'am," Albert quietly responded, realizing that he had embarrassed himself further by acting like such a wimp, and being called one. Miss Wormer though had given him a pretty hard smack, or at least one that was harder than she had applied to Shelley. She thought that perhaps she should spank a boy harder than she spanked a girl. She now realized that was a mistake and she would back off a bit. Albert resumed his position and even reached back to lift up the shirt himself. "Well, that's a good boy, Albert. Here, let me help you keep yourself steady this time," she suggested and reached under him to lightly grasp his penis and testicles within her left hand. "Keep your legs together, Albert," she instructed, as she softly fondled him. "Yes, ma'am," he replied, clasping his thighs together, effectively hiding from view his testicles, as well as Miss Wormer's hand. The girls were disappointed, and would have been even more so if they knew that their Housemother was playing with Albert's penis and balls. Miss Wormer's heart raced a bit. She wasn't really doing this to help keep him still. If she wanted to do that she would wrap her left arm around his waist. It was more that the feel and the sight of the young man's erection the other night had stirred up an interest she could not ignore. She was naturally shocked and appalled by the sight of his erection, but like any woman she was also more than just intrigued. She had not seen any man's erection in a number of years, and certainly not a young man's, and the experience had brought back quite a few memories, many of which were really rather nice. Her sleep for the rest of the week had even been a bit troubled, often interrupted by some rather disturbing dreams. Albert was himself unsure how to react. "Uh, thank-you, ma'am," was all he could muster to say. It was a nice gesture, perhaps, but it did feel rather odd to have her holding onto him there, particularly since she wasn't just holding, she was rather clearly feeling around. "Now, you let me know if you feel I'm spanking you too hard, Albert," she said sympathetically, shifting her hand away from his testicles to just his penis, taking it within her fingers to softly stroke and caress it, again moving the foreskin slowly on and off the crown. "Um, yeah, sure," Albert awkwardly replied. Many of the girls in the audience raised their eyebrows. Miss Wormer had never asked them to let them know if they felt she was spanking them too hard. But, then again, she had smacked him rather hard the first time. Albert was new to all of this, and a guest in the house. He perhaps deserved some consideration. "I just don't want to unduly hurt your cute little bottom," Miss Wormer added, giving him a few pats on the behind while she stroked his penis. The girls giggled at that, feeling that perhaps she was being sarcastic and demeaning. Perhaps she was, but it really wasn't very clear. She did in fact consider his boyish tush to be quite cute. "Thank you, Miss Wormer," Albert replied, his breathing a little rushed as he felt his penis begin to swell within her fingers. He didn't much care though for the reference to having a "cute little' bottom," but when a pretty woman is making you hard it was really hard to be critical. Smack! Smack! Smack! "Yeow!" Albert exclaimed. The spanks weren't nearly as hard as the first one but he was so inexperienced with being spanked and he had been so lulled with her fondling and stroking that they did take him by surprise. The startling stings were so unnerving that he couldn't help wriggling and prancing a bit, as if he was deliberately trying to entertain the girls with a little bottom dancing. But, he did do his best to keep his thighs tightly pressed together. Smack! Smack! Smack! All the while Miss Wormer kept her grip on the boy's hardening cock. He was slipping around a bit within her hand but she didn't mind. It in fact offered her the opportunity to more explicitly feel, fondle, and stroke the young man's stiffening dick Living with Omega Theta Pi Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! It wasn't long before Albert settled down, or at least stopped dancing around. Nevertheless, with each smack he thrust forward involuntarily, or perhaps it was voluntarily, for in doing so he was essentially fucking Miss Wormer's fist with his now fully stiffened dick. Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! "Now let this be a lesson to you, young man, that you are not to take advantage of the consideration and kindness of Omega Theta Pi graciously allowing you to reside within her domicile." She shifted from stroking him to softly caressing his slick swollen knob with the tips of her fingers and thumb. It was an excruciatingly delightful sensation. Smack! Smack! Smack! "Oh no, ma'am! I won't, I promise," he gasped. How so very strange it was, being stung and shamed on one side while being treated and thrilled on the other. Smack! Smack! Smack! She reached down and gently cupped, fondled, and tickled his soft, tender little balls. "These are modest and pure young women, Albert, many of whom have vowed to be chaste until their marriage." "Yes, ma'am," he acknowledged, squirming a bit. His balls were pretty sensitive. Smack! Smack! Smack! The girls were all smiling, entranced with the sight of their Housemother giving the young man his punishment, spanking his bared naked bottom, which squirmed and wriggled at them. For some it was quite amusing, for others it was more than that. A few of the girls crossed their legs, squeezing their thighs together. For all of them it was just plain fun. Miss Wormer scratched her long fingernails gently up and down the young man's stiff shaft. "The girls must be treated with respect!" Smack! Smack! Smack! "Absolutely, ma'am! I will, I will, I promise." Albert was now actually enjoying the spanking, or was he? He couldn't really tell. He sure as heck was enjoying the Housemother's tantalizing fingers. His mind and body were consumed within his intensely aroused state, which absorbed as well the experience of being publicly spanked, as if that was also exciting him. He couldn't really tell. Miss Wormer gripped his cock hard within her hand and firmly stroked it, sliding the foreskin, as well as her fingers and palm, on and off the swollen knob. Smack! Smack! Smack! "Yes, Miss Wormer, yes," he gasped, not appreciating that she hadn't actually said anything. "With dignity!" Smack! Smack! Smack! "Oh yes, ma'am!" Albert squealed, feeling so confused, so wonderful, so embarrassed, so close to cumming. Smack! Smack! Smack! She fist fucked his cock while he in return fucked her hand. "With chaste, celibate, and proper decorum!" Smack! Smack! Smack! "Yes, Miss Wormer, I really do promise," he vowed, feeling himself about to explode within her hand, but knowing full well that would most assuredly be a very, very big mistake. Miss Wormer suddenly stopped. Perhaps it was the stinging within the palm of her right hand, or the full realization that she was wantonly jerking off the young man with her other hand, or simply because she knew she was too confused and agitated to continue any longer, not knowing how this would in fact end. It was, most assuredly, the first time she had spanked a boy...well, at least the first time within Omega Theta Pi. "Yes, well, now..." she quietly mumbled, regrettably releasing her grip on the young man's stiffened cock. "Thank you, ma'am," Albert responded, with considerable sincerity. He was not though thanking her for the spanking, just for ending it, or at least making him so excited, so aroused, in the process. A big hard part of him did want her to continue, although now that she had stopped he knew that it was clearly best not to take this to its inevitable fruition. "Yes, well, you're welcome, Mr. Pence. I'm pleased that you appreciate the benefits of your disciplinary punishment and, well, you can stand up now." As he did so his rather agitated state of excitement became quite visibly evident, at least to Miss Wormer. When he was bent over it was hidden from view by the shirt hanging down, but now that shirt was prominently sticking out. Albert bent over again to pull his briefs and pants, but Miss Wormer had an inspiration. "Well!" She announced with exaggerated outrage, "I see that perhaps you hadn't learned much of a lesson at all! It would seem to me that you just can't control yourself for one minute!" "Miss Wormer?" Albert looked at her with such fright, such confusion. Doesn't she realize that she did have a bit to do with this herself? Miss Wormer took the young man by the waist and turned him around so that all the sorority girls could witness for themselves his disrespectful behavior. What better way to demonstrate to the young ladies how dangerous and shameful boys can be. "Miss Wormer!" Albert yelled in protest but there was really nothing he could do, at least nothing that would not result in either further punishment or having to move out, and he most certainly didn't want to do that. Frankly, he did want another opportunity within that hallway (albeit this time he would be much more careful and discrete). Once he was fully turned Miss Wormer did not hesitate to again pull up his shirt, lifting the curtain on a full erect cock for all the girls to see. Many gasped in shock, a few looked away, others covered their eyes, but even they peeked out through parted fingers. It wasn't that they were necessarily complete strangers to such a sight (although a few of them were). It was just so shocking to have an erect penis poking out at them on the stage, right in their own sorority, put on display by their Housemother. They girls were mesmerized by the show. Some could now see Miss Wormer's point. It was rather scary and intimidating, like a big weapon, a truncheon, thrusting out from the young man's body, a blunt sword he would indeed use on a girl, thrusting it into her, piercing her most vulnerable feminine spot. Many of the girls instinctively clenched their thighs together in defense, albeit as well in response to the feel of the warmth brewing within. Despite its threatening appearance, it also had a rather alluring charm. Many felt surprisingly attracted to it, like it was some sort of magic scepter or wand that was hypnotizing them, entrancing them, seducing them. A few of the girls licked their lips, not entirely sure why they felt suddenly so thirsty, so hungry, so yearning. "Girls!" Miss Wormer exclaimed, "see for yourselves: this beastly, barbarous, boorish, brutish male organ. This is what drives the young man to do depraved, disgusting, and degrading things to virtuous young women like yourselves. Look closely, study it closely, and keep its image seared into your brain or someday you will lose your purity, your youthful innocence, your maiden charm." They did indeed study it closely, very closely, many of them leaning far forward in their chairs. Shelley wondered if perhaps it might be helpful for Albert to walk among them so they could study it even more closely, but that, of course, risked actually making contact with it, and Miss Wormer would most certainly not approve of that. Miss Wormer though had a better idea. It would be most compelling if the girls witnessed the young man's ejaculation, saw how the penis spewed forth its disgusting ejaculate upon reaching an orgasm. That would quite assuredly be a lesson they would not soon forget. She stepped behind Albert and, pressing her breasts into his back, she reached around and grasped hold of cock once again, sighing into his ear as her hand made contact with the stiff, smooth, steel skin of his boner. "Girls, I want you to watch closely at what a young man would do to you if you gave him the chance." She began to softly and smoothly stroke Albert's cock. Gasps, whispers, and titters swept through the room, eyes opening wide in shock, as well as avid, rapt interest. Miss Wormer was masturbating him! Right in front of them! Some girls' mouths fell open in shock, others smiled broadly, still others giggled, and a few turned their faces away in embarrassment and anxiety. Albert was not circumcised and the precum was making a soft slushing sound as the Housemother was drawing his foreskin on and off the swollen purple crown with her fist tightly gripping the shaft as she slid it up and down. "Miss Wormer," Albert gasped. He didn't know if he should be happy and grateful or now even more ashamed and embarrassed. It was clearly her intent to shame him, but such feelings were being so thoroughly overwhelmed by the more base and fundamental wonderfulness of feeling a woman giving him a handjob and, perhaps most importantly, his very first one. How can he not enjoy that! He certainly would not have expected it to occur under such circumstances, but one can not always fully predict what the future will hold. In fact, the more the housemother stroked him the more he enjoyed it, even the fact that she was doing it in front of all of the girls. Perhaps some of them did find it all rather disgusting, gross, and appalling, but what did he care? He could see that many of them looked intrigued, even excited. A few were in fact smiling, clearly enjoying the show, clearly appreciating what he had to offer. What really is so bad about being jerked off in front of a group of chaste and innocent sorority sisters? Frankly, the more he thought about it the more he liked. Miss Wormer might be doing it to humiliate and shame him, but he was feeling quite the opposite. He was feeling rather proud and pleased, fully appreciating the opportunity to introduce the girls to the strength, the power, and the glory of the male cock. "Look closely, girls," Miss Wormer instructed as she stroked him more fiercely, more vigorously pumping his dick like she was trying to pump water from a well, "at what young men do with these disgusting, dirty, big hard penises!" And he then suddenly gushed a full load from his dick, shooting out from the stage into the first and even second row of the feminine audience. Squeals of disgust, fright, and anguish were now suddenly heard as the girls in the first couple of rows tried desperately to duck to safety, turning away, throwing their hands up. It was as if he was spewing painful and deadly napalm, when it was only just harmless gloppy cum. Albert sighed with satisfaction, relief, and delight as he watched the first glob splat onto the face of a girl in the second row, the full stream tailing behind the initial bullet landing across the hair of the girl in front of her. "Miss Wormer!" the two girls screamed in protest, feeling now themselves so debased, just as she predicted they would. Miss Wormer was as surprised as the girls. She had not expected that the young man would ejaculate with such force. She figured it would just be some pathetic and disgusting dribbling out of the tip, but she had forgotten the strength and vigor of a young man. Still, she immediately appreciated how effective it was at making her point. She had been disappointed and concerned to see that quite a few girls seemed to be enjoying the show rather than being appalled and disgusted at the sight of Albert's erection, but even these girls were now repelled and disgusted at the possibility of and, for some, the actuality of being sprayed with the young man's slimy seed. She shifted the direction of his cannon, frenetically stroking his cock as he continued to shoot out bullets and streams of thick, sticky, gloppy cum onto girls to the left and then swinging it back sharply to the right, doing her best to hit as many of the young ladies as possible. "Yes! Yes!" Miss Wormer exclaimed, "Yes, you see now!" More girls in the first couple of rows began to squeal and protest. "Stop him! Stop it! Miss Wormer!" They begged their Housemother for protection but there was really no escape as she kept shifting the direction of the spewing gun, effectively splatting each and every shrieking girl within the first couple of rows. It was by far the best orgasm Albert had ever had, which is really quite appropriate for the very first one at the hand of a woman. What had started out as abject humiliation had turned into a magnificent triumph, being swept away by the blissful waves of his climax while watching his mighty spray of gism rain down upon squealing pretty girls. When it appeared that Albert had little left to provide, Miss Wormer squeezed out the last few drops onto the stage and then sternly ordered him to get his pants back on and go to his room to meditate on what he had done to the girls. Before he did though he paused to appreciate the sight of the young ladies frantically checking to see if and where they had gotten hit by his cum, some of them busily trying to clean it off without actually touching it, others frantically wiping it from their faces, looks of disgust on still others as they ineffectively tried to get it out of their hair. He did though catch a couple of the girls sneaking a quick sniff, being rather curious about its aroma. One girl even had a little smile on her face as she licked her lips. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Albert wasn't punished for squirting his cum all over the sorority sisters. It was, after all, mostly the fault of Miss Wormer. But, she did double and triple check on his status each of the following evenings, which made it quite difficult to get any further peeks in the hallway, or bask in the memory of his punishment in the late evening hours. Each time he recalled Shelley getting spanked, seeing her little woman's helper, seeing her lose her towel and, most enjoyable of all, ejaculating all over the girls, there came an erection, but he was reluctant to do anything about it. He halted the use of his socks, as Miss Wormer was now even rifling through his laundry basket when she did a spot inspection of his room, clearly looking for evidence of self-abuse. But, he would not have seen much if even he had explored the halls. The girls were being much, much more careful about the doors to their rooms, and were dressing considerably more modestly as they went to and from the bathroom. The girls were also unsure how to act around Albert. For those who had been in the first couple of rows, some looked upon him with annoyance and disgust. Others, however, felt more embarrassed than annoyed. They avoided his eyes, not wanting him to recognize that she was one of them that got it on her face or hair. However, many of the girls now had some empathy for the young man, as he had been publicly spanked like most of them had. They could see how embarrassing and humiliating it had been for him, at least up until the very last moment when he squirted all over some of the girls. He did seem to enjoy that, but it wasn't really his fault. Miss Wormer had made him do it. She was the one holding the gun. Others were even intrigued by the young man. They kind of wished he would get in trouble again, deserving of another spanking and perhaps even followed by another demonstration by Miss Wormer of that "disgusting" male ejaculation. A couple of girls in fact planned to sit in the front row just for that very reason. But, two weeks passed with no further spanking, of anyone. Albert was disappointed by that, and so were the girls (in Albert not being spanked). Miss Wormer though was very, very pleased that her last two disciplinary sessions had been so successful. She wondered if perhaps she should write an article about this for the Panhellenic Press, the newsletter for sorority Housemothers. She did, though, kind of miss not having a reason for disciplining Albert. She even found herself hoping to catch him in some major rule violation that would warrant another spanking, motivating her to check on him more frequently, including even inspections of his dirty laundry basket, hoping to find the smoking gun or, more accurately, wet rag. But, after repeatedly coming up empty she wondered if perhaps she should in fact back off, give him more space, let him start to feel more comfortable. Criminals who know they are under surveillance will obey the law. It's when they feel relaxed and free to do what they want that their natural tendencies and predilections will again surface. One evening Albert heard a soft knocking on his door. He was studying. It was about 930PM. He opened the door a crack. He knew it probably wasn't Miss Wormer. She wouldn't knock. But, nobody else had ever knocked on his door. It was one of the girls, Kari Ann, a very pretty little minx with large green twinkling eyes, even larger spectacles, perky nose, rosy cheeks, and rather little titties. They were barely noticeable beneath her loose white blouse. "Albert," she whispered to him. "Are you busy?" "Uh, no, no, not really. Is there something wrong?" "Well, I was just wondering if you could help me. I dropped a hair brush down behind my dresser and it's just too heavy for me to move it. I was wondering, well, Tammie and I were wondering, if you could perhaps see if you could move it for us?" There was, of course, no way he could refuse the request, but he did feel a bit of pressure. He was not a strong man by any means. He was probably stronger than Kari Ann, but perhaps not so strong as two girls together. If the two girls couldn't push the dresser aside how could he expect to do it. However, perhaps the three of them could do it, but imagine failing. How emasculating would that be. Perhaps Miss Wormer would spank him for being such an inadequate male. That would be adding insult to injury. "Yes, yes, of course, I would be happy to...to try." "Oh that's so sweet! Wonderful! Come then, follow me." Albert followed Kari Ann down the hall. Her room was some distance from his own. His eyes were fixed on her swaying bottom beneath her white pleated skirt as they made their way down the hallway. Why is it that girls' bottoms swayed like that? Was it instinctive? It was certainly quite enticing, even on a girl so innocent in appearance as Kari Ann. Perhaps even more so, as she probably didn't realize how flirtatious she appeared. "Not much further," she reassured him in that soft, high, feminine voice, speaking to him over her shoulder, apparently oblivious to the fact that his eyes were fixed on her bottom as they made their way down the hall. "That's fine," he reassured her. He was being quite sincere about that. It was a nice little dance she was providing, and about the only one he was being treated to lately. He was even a bit disappointed when they finally reached her room. His apprehension returned. He followed Kari Ann into the room. He was greeted by the sight of Shelley, as well as Tammie and Penny, all sitting on the two twin beds. There were four girls in the room. The four of them couldn't move the dresser? He then noticed that the girls were looking at him kind of funny like. It wasn't really that unusual for them to be doing so, but something seemed different than before. "Is, um, this the dresser?" he asked, pointing to the first one on his right. "Actually," Kari Ann said, now standing behind him, quietly shutting the door. "There was something else we wanted to ask of you." "There was?" Albert wondered what that could be. He wasn't good at fixing things, but why wouldn't Kari Ann want to tell him in advance what it was? He could feel his heart beginning to race. A part of him knew that it wasn't just to fix something, or anything else that was easy to say. He glanced around at the girls, waiting nervously for some explanation. Tammie spoke up. She was a very cute girl, with a long red pony tail, freckles, and a very adorable smile, albeit she wasn't smiling right now. She had a rather nervous expression on her face. "Um, well, Albert, we were just wondering, well, um, you know, well, what was it like for you to get spanked, like that, in front of us, all of us, you know, girls." It wasn't really what she had wanted to say, but it was breaking the ice.