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My Sorority Slut Ch. 01

By: spaldan



Some readers have written that my stories aren't believable enough. They don't believe that what's in my stories could really happen. I think that's funny because most of my stories are based on something that truly happened. To be sure, I greatly alter the true part of the story, to make the story more interesting or sexier or to make the sex even sexier. But I use the true experiences like a tiny seed from which I grow the rest of the story. The seed, the real event, is my inspiration. And the rest of the plant, the story, grows from my imagination. 

I'm telling you all of this because this is probably the most real and truthful story I have written so far. Susannah is based very much on a real person, and the idea for this story came from her sharing with me many of her intimate experiences. I had to invent the following story to weave her experiences together in one narrative, but much of what follows really did happen to a young woman. Of course, I wouldn't ever tell you which parts I made up for purposes of the narrative and which things really happened. That would ruin some of the fun. But I will say that much of what she shared with me she shared because she objected to the idea that every woman's first time having sex was awkward, painful, and unenjoyable. Let that be a hint to you. I've left so much of the real Susannah in this story that I'm honestly worried she might read this, recognize herself, and be mad at me. I'm not even sure if she knows that Literotica exists. But if she does read this and realize it is her in this story, I hope she sees how much I have changed to protect her identity. And I hope she understands that I have no desire to expose her through writing this story. I simply thought there were many others out there who would enjoy her story.

And that leads me to the disclaimers that any similarities between organizations or institutions in my story and real life organizations are entirely coincidental. The following tale is a work of fiction. The names of any real persons on whom this story may be based have all been changed. All the characters in my story are at least 18 years old. I hope you all enjoy it as much as Susannah did. 

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Joining a fraternity was the last thing Ben had expected for himself. In high school, he had been one of the kids with friends in all the different social groups. He was on the soccer and baseball team, though he mostly warmed the bench at baseball games. He was vice president of the student council during his senior year, and enjoyed getting to talk to all of his classmates about what they wanted to see from their student leaders. And he considered himself a bit of a nerd, joining the computer club when he discovered how easy it was to write his own code to create simple computer programs. 

Ben was also fairly attractive, or so he was often told by his friends. At just over six feet tall, he was taller than most of his high school classmates. He had the physique of an athlete, the lean, toned body of someone who enjoyed exercise. His sandy brown hair and bright blue eyes also got him a lot of looks from the ladies. But Ben was also just a little socially awkward. His father had died when he was in middle school, and he had been raised by his mother and two older sisters. Ben didn't understand how to talk to women, particularly in a way that would convey a romantic interest in them. If anything, Ben was a little too respectful when he approached a girl who caught his interest, and he ended up with a lot of female friends but not a lot of romantic relationships.

It was rare for members of Ben's family to go to college, but his grades had been great and he got a partial scholarship to the state university. He found a part time job working as a box packer and loader at the university book store so he could earn some pocket money while he was in school. Ben expected he would make some friends, study hard in his classes, and focus on getting himself a good degree.

That all changed when Ben met his roommate Matt. The two freshmen had similar interests and similar backgrounds, and became fast friends shortly after they moved in together. Most important for Ben, he saw that Matt appreciated the same values of honesty, hard work, and integrity that were so important to Ben. Matt's family was wealthier than Ben's, so Matt always wanted to party more and spend more time and money having fun than Ben would have liked. But Matt's family had also instilled in him a drive to succeed, and Matt worked hard when needed to ensure that he kept his grades up.

It was part of this family drive that led Matt to pledge the Beta's, the largest and most popular fraternity on campus. Matt's father, grandfather, and older brother had all been Beta's, and Matt's father had been a bit of a legend at the local Beta chapter. Matt explained to Ben that he was known as a legacy, someone who was very likely to receive a bid to pledge the fraternity because his family had all been members. Matt almost insisted Ben join him at the fraternity rush events. If Matt was going to have to pledge a fraternity, he wanted his friend Ben with him. Ben had always resisted cliques in high school, and wasn't sure if he was interested in the drunken partying stereotype of frat boys, but he decided to go along with Matt. 

During rush, Ben found some of the Betas to be complete tools. But Ben also admired the incredibly close knit camaraderie that all the brothers shared with each other. Growing up with sisters, Ben liked the idea of acquiring a bunch of brothers for himself. In particular, Ben really got to like Jim, the nerdy computer science major who explained that he would be the pledge master. As pledge master, Jim would guide the next pledge class through their time as pledges. Jim was a little overly serious, but Ben found him honest, straightforward, and easily approachable.

It was no surprise when Matt got a bid to join the fraternity, but both roommates were pleased when Ben also got a bid to join. There was a big party that night at the huge Beta house to congratulate the freshmen who had received bids to join the fraternity. It was far from Ben's first college party, but it was definitely the biggest, craziest, most alcohol filled event that Ben had attended so far. Ben was a little apprehensive at first at the wild environment, particularly the copious amounts of alcohol and the crazy girls who showed up to the party. There were a lot of women there, many wearing very little clothing, most lured by the alcohol that the Betas offered free of charge. 

Matt was soon drunk. Ben tried his first beer, and he found the taste surprisingly terrible. He had always imagined that beer would taste better somehow, definitely less bitter. At some point early in the party, Ben was introduced to an inebriated young woman named Maggie. One of the older brothers brought Maggie to Ben, and she soon had an arm wrapped around Ben's shoulders. Ben found Maggie attractive, except for the fact that she was clearly drunk. Maggie was tallish and thin, with fair skin and straight brown hair that fell half way down her back. She was wearing a very short skirt that showed off her thin, feminine legs, and a loose sleeveless top that did little to conceal her black bra beneath. Maggie's breasts were smallish, but very perky. Ben found himself a little turned on when Maggie pressed herself against him, smashing her small, firm boobs against his chest. 

Maggie asked if she could go to one of the small common rooms upstairs in the house, and Ben assumed she wanted to lie down because she had too much to drink. Dutifully, Ben escorted Maggie up one of the rear stair wells and into one of the small common lounges on the second floor of the house. The room was empty, and Ben tried to lead Maggie over to a small sofa. As soon as Ben was seated next to her, Maggie was all over him. Maggie peppered Ben's face with wet, sloppy kisses, and at one point licked his lips with her tongue. At first Ben did nothing, this was only the fourth girl he had ever kissed. He definitely did not want the first girl he kissed at college to be a sloppy, drunk make out session. But then he felt he might be being rude, and his lips softly kissed Maggie in return.

Maggie seemed to take that as some cue, and her hands flew to Ben's pants. Before he even realized what was going on, Maggie was pulling down Ben's zipper.

"Hey what... Maggie! Wait!" he tried, but Maggie was not going to be dissuaded. Her small hands fished through Ben's boxer shorts and soon her small, cold fingers were closed around his semi flaccid penis. She was only the second woman ever to touch his cock, and this was NOT how he had imagined it would happen. Maggie squeezed her fingers tightly around Ben's man meat and then pulled his dick through the opening in the front of his pants. "Maggie, what are you doing?"

"Let me welcome you to this fraternity," she replied softly. And then Maggie opened her mouth and sucked Ben's cock between her soft lips.

It was the first blowjob Ben had ever received. Maggie's mouth felt like an inferno of sensual pleasure. Ben was shocked with how good the heat and wetness felt wrapped around his cock, and he nearly screamed the first time Maggie slithered her tongue against the underside of his shaft. Maggie sucked in her cheeks tightly as she looked up at Ben, finding his face contorted with happy pleasure. Maggie pulled softly with her lips, sucking on the head of Ben's dick. He was rock hard in no time, and Maggie was surprised at his length and girth. She made a mental note to play with this big cock again sometime in the future. 

"See, you like that," Maggie said with a smile before resuming her work on Ben's now rigid pole.

With the sucking and pulling, the slippery wetness of Maggie's cheeks sliding against his sensitive skin, and swirling motion of Maggie's tongue, Ben felt an orgasm rapidly approaching. He had never felt anything so good as Maggie's hot, sucking mouth, and he loved the sight of Maggie's head bobbing up and down on his long pole. He had no idea two people could have so much fun without taking any of their clothes off. Maggie's brown hair bobbed back and forth behind her, and her hand soon joined her mouth sliding up and down Ben's wet cock skin. Ben felt the cum beginning to churn in his balls and didn't know what to do.

"Oh, Maggie... I'm going to blow," he warned. 

Instead of letting his meat slip from her mouth, like he had expected, Maggie quickened her pace. Her soft lips rose and fell rapidly up and down the length of Ben's pole. Maggie sucked in her cheeks even more, squeezing Ben's dick. And Maggie's tongue began to twist in a spiral as it rose up and down Ben's shaft. Ben normally felt himself linger for a bit on the edge of orgasm, but Maggie unleashed the explosion inside of him with a vengeance. He came suddenly, squeezing his eyes shut and groaning as the pleasure overcame him. Maggie felt his legs tense, and then Ben's thick cock pulsed in her mouth. She swallowed each spurt of cum as Ben pumped load after load of his spunk into her hot, tight mouth.

As soon as the orgasmic fireworks began to fade, Ben felt ashamed and confused. He had no idea what to say to this girl who had just given him his first blowjob. But Maggie expected no sweet words of gratitude. She wiped her lips with the back of her hand as she rose to her feet. She bent at the waist to lean over Ben and give him a polite peck on the cheek. "Welcome to the Beta's" she said, before turning and walking out of the room. Ben was left speechless with his rapidly deflating cock still sticking out from the front of his pants. 

After Ben had some time to collect himself, he went downstairs and found Jim.

"What's up?" Jim asked, recognizing the look of concern on Ben's face.

"I don't know how it happened, but... some girl named Maggie just gave me a blowjob upstairs," Ben whispered.

Jim laughed loudly before taking another sip of his beer, not the reaction Ben had expected. "Shit, Maggie has blown more than half the brothers in this fraternity. She's what you would call a groupie. So don't worry about it... though you did use some sort of protection, right?"

"Protection? No," Ben said quietly.

Jim put on his serious face again and said, "Listen, you're probably fine. But go to the student clinic tomorrow and get yourself tested for STD's, just in case."

"Geeze," Ben replied exasperated. "What horrible luck it would be if I got an STD from my very first blowjob!"

Jim's eyebrows went up. "That was your first blowjob."

Ben hesitated. "Well, yeah." he finally replied.

"You a virgin, kid?" 

"Well, yeah. But not so much anymore."

"Ha," Jim laughed. "That's how a virgin would reply, alright. You're still a virgin until your dick goes into some girl's pussy." 

"Don't tell anyone, please," Ben pleaded. "I've only told Matt."

Jim placed a reassuring hand on Ben's shoulder and said, "Brothers don't have secrets from each other. But that's also because brothers don't judge each other, especially about personal stuff like this". 

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Ben went and got tested the next day, but was also told that he should return in six weeks and get tested again since his encounter had been so recent. When he tested clean after that second visit, he happily shared the results with Jim and Matt. Meanwhile, pledging was not what Ben had expected. It had started with a weird, dark ceremony that had involved wearing a blindfold most of the time. Ben then found he was given all these assignments and tasks that he was expected to complete. Most of the tasks involved doing bitch work for the brothers. Ben found himself fetching meals from the student dining hall and running little errands for the older brothers. He was basically a slave to their whims, and the Betas who were tools gave Ben particularly stupid and demeaning tasks. At one point, one of the older brothers wanted to have sex with his girlfriend, but both had roommates back in their dorm rooms. So Ben and Matt had to give up their room so the brother could have sex on Matt's bed.

Ben felt he had been tricked a little into becoming some personal slave, but Matt kept Ben from even considering quitting. Matt said, from what his brother had told him, that it would get much worse before it got better. But there would also be some really fun moments, and it would all be worth it in the end. There were twelve other freshmen pledging the fraternity, in addition to Ben and Matt, and Ben started to become pretty close to the other guys. It was nice to be able to do a lot of guy things and share guy talk with his fellow pledges. In particular, Ben found Brian, one of the other pledges, to be good natured and hysterically funny.

One day Jim explained to the pledge class that the Betas had a sister sorority on campus, the Kappas. Betas and Kappas were national brother-sister organizations, so the Betas and Kappas on campus were particularly close. Jim explained that the two groups were going to have a mixer that Saturday. The older brothers and sisters were going to have a good time, and then at the end of the night the pledges from both groups would be asked to participate in some joint pledging activity together. It sounded fun and innocent enough, but Ben had no idea what a unique, horrifying, and life changing experience awaited him.

The party itself was fun. There were over 150 people at the sorority house that night, between the two organizations. Many of the sisters were very attractive, and most of the older members of both groups knew each other well. Some of the sisters were polite or friendly to Ben when he met them, but some of the sisters were down right rude, condescending, or dismissive when they saw that Ben was a pledge. The sisters were also not supposed to drink alcohol during parties at their house, and Ben found their way around this rule to be very amusing. The young women were not supposed to make drinks from themselves, but they could share drinks with a guest. So the brothers always made two alcoholic beverages, even if it meant pouring a beer in a cup. After taking a sip from both cups, the brothers offered one to a sister, who happily accepted and consumed the rest of the beverage.

Ben was just trying to get through the evening and have a little fun, but then he spotted the most beautiful creature he had ever seen in his life. She was standing in a small group of Kappa pledges, talking quietly and giggling girlishly with her friends. She was fairly tall, maybe 5'8", and was very thin. Most remarkable to Ben were her delicate, pale features. She had a very slim but warm face, with high cheek bones. Her skin was very pale, with faint little freckles on her cheeks. Her hair was strikingly blond, cascading part way down her back, and her eyes were bright blue. She wore a demure, blue dress with short sleeves, which hung on her thin frame and stopped just above her knees. Her arms and legs were similarly pale, thin, and delicate, though they had some clearly feminine curves. The dress made it almost impossible to tell her figure, but she seemed to have nice, round breasts and a firm, round bottom. Ben stared openly for a moment at the young beauty, but then she and her little group left the room and Ben did not encounter them again during the party.

It was almost 2:00 am before the big party started winding down. Jim was careful to remind his pledges that they would be staying late for a special pledge event at the party. Ben was nervous about whatever "event" awaited them, knowing that it would probably involve demeaning work or be embarrassing. But he was also exhausted after a long day and just wanted to get the thing over with and head back to his room. 

Finally, when very few people were left, the pledges were called into a large living room in the basement of the sorority house. The Beta pledges were told to line up along one wall of the poorly lit basement, and the sorority pledges were asked to line up against the opposite wall. Ben quickly spotted the beautiful, pale blond in her blue dress. He tried to catch her eye, but she was busy looking at her pledge mother. There were six Kappa sisters in the basement, one obviously in charge of the pledges. The Betas had three brothers present, including the president of the fraternity, Scott, and Jim.

One of the Kappa sisters began to speak. "We sisters share everything and you brothers share everything. Our two prestigious organizations are united by unique, everlasting bonds, and we try to maintain the same open and giving attitude between our organizations that we experience within our chapters." She was trying to sound serious and important, but came off a little prissy and pompous. "Kappas never force their pledges to do anything against their will, but occasionally we give our pledges the opportunity to volunteer for extraordinary personal sacrifices to demonstrate their commitment to their sisters and to helping their sororities. Tonight will be such an opportunity."

A murmur arose among the Kappa pledges, but the sister quickly continued her speech. "I will remind everyone present that what happens here is an official event for both of our chapters. Whatever happens here will be protected by the secrecy of our organizations, and no one will breathe a word to anyone outside our sorority and fraternity. Tonight, one of our pledges will volunteer for a fun little test. She will be presented with several objects, which she will take into her mouth while wearing a blind fold. One of these objects will be the penis of one of the Beta pledges. If she can tell which one is the real cock, she won't have to do anything further. If she guesses wrong, she will have to suck that cock until the Beta pledge orgasms."

The murmurs rose in volume, with several pledges expressing their displeasure at the assignment. A few even said, "gross." Ben looked at the pale blond and she was making a face like she had just bitten into something that tasted nasty. 


My Sorority Slut Ch. 01



"In exchange for volunteering for this challenge," the Kappa sister continued, "The pledges will all be spared one week of cleaning duty around the house." Now there was a murmur of surprise and slight approval from the Beta pledges. The pale blond looked very uneasy. "But remember, if you volunteer for this assignment, fail to identify the real penis, and then refuse to accept the price of your failure, the cleaning duties for all of the pledges will be doubled for one week." The Kappa pledges were now openly talking amongst themselves. 

"Silence!" yelled the sister. When the pledges had ceased their whispering, the Kappa sister asked, "So who will volunteer?" 

The pledge girls exchanged looks, but no one stepped forward. Minutes seemed to drag by with the suspense hanging in the air, though they were only seconds of silence. When no one made a move, the Kappa sister said, "Fine. Two weeks without house chores."

"I'll do it," came a soft, timid voice. Ben looked over and saw that it was the beautiful, pale blond who had stepped forward with her hand raised. Everyone in the room started talking quietly to those around them, and some of the Kappa pledges looked shock.

"YOU, miss prude?" asked the Kappa sister who had been speaking, expressing surprise and clear sarcasm.

"Olive!" scolded one of the other Kappa sisters, clearly directing her disapproving comment at the sorority sister who had delivered the speech.

"Fine, Susannah it is. Everyone clear the room!"

Jim and Scott helped hustle all of the Beta pledges into a little laundry room next to the basement living room, and then closed the door to the living room. Ben noticed that Jim was smiling broadly and the third brother present was giggling with obvious delight. Then Jim turned to Ben and said, "Congratulations Ben, you're the lucky dog tonight." 

"Me?!" Ben said in surprise. "Why me?"

"Because you're perfect, kid," Jim explained. "I told the Kappas that we had a pledge who was inexperienced, don't worry I didn't tell them you were a virgin. They thought it was very cute. I also told them you had just taken an STD test and were clean. You couldn't be a better candidate."

"And you got a really cute girl in there waiting for your cock!" Scott added. "It's often some fat, ugly slut who volunteers for this night, but that girl in is cute."

"Alright boys," Jim said to the rest of the pledges. "You're going to wait in here and not make any noise. We'll come and get you when it's over. Don't worry, Ben will tell you everything you missed at our next meeting."

With that, Scott and Jim practically pulled Ben back into the basement room before the third brother closed the door between the two rooms once again. Two of the sisters were waiting in the room with a little duffel bag, but otherwise the room was dark and empty. Most of the lights in the room had been turned off, and the sparse furnishings had been pushed up against the rear wall. 

"So this is our lucky victim," said a tall, thin Kappa with curly brown hair. "Hello Ben, I'm Kelly, the chapter president. And this is our sister Kim."

"Let's try to make this quick," said the curvy brunette named Kim, "It's already getting really late."

"Just do exactly as we tell you to do, understand?" Jim instructed. Ben nodded dumbly.

Out of the little bag, the girls pulled a very long piece of sausage and two penis shaped dildos. They also pulled out a bottle of lubricant and began coating the dildos with the thick, slippery liquid. As Kim pumped her hand up and down one of the dildos, spreading the lubricant over the tip and down the shaft, Scott remarked, "I could watch you do that all day. You're really working that thing."

Kim rolled her eyes. "It was to be warm, dummy" she explained. "The friction helps."

The Betas then quickly positioned themselves in a line, legs shoulder width apart, their backs to the wall. Jim guided Ben into the second spot in the line and said, "Pull your cock out."

"Right now?" Ben asked.

"Yes, right now," Jim shot back. 

Ben unzipped his pants, cast a tentative, shy glance at the two women present, and then pulled his limp dick out of the front of his pants. He was completely limp and couldn't have been any smaller.

"Awww," Kelly said with a smile, "He really is a shy one, isn't he. It's okay, you'll do fine Ben."

Jim and Scott positioned themselves to the right of Ben, holding the dildos as if they were coming out of their pants. The third brother was on Ben's left, holding the sausage like he was holding his dick. Ben looked down at his own soft member, feeling very uncertain.

"It's okay honey," said Kelly sweetly. "We expected this would happen." Without warning, Kim poured a generous dollop of the cold lubricant on the top of Ben's limp dick. Kim then closed her thin fingers over Ben's shaft and began pulling upwards on his meat. The feeling of Kim's soft skin rubbing against his rod felt good, but Ben wasn't sure it would be enough. 

"Here, I'll help," Kelly offered, reaching out to grasp Ben's cock. Kelly's fingers closed softly but tightly around the head of Ben's dick. Soon two slippery hands were sliding wetly up and down Ben's shaft. The girls gripped Ben firmly as they slipped up and down his pole. Ben had fantasized about being touched by two women at once, but never expected it would happen like this. Kelly dropped to her knees in front of Ben, and Kim joined her. Ben found himself looking down at two pretty faces, both smiling up at him, as the Kappas continued to jack his hardening, tingling cock. 

Kelly's brown eyes met Ben's and she said sweetly, "Come on, honey. Don't you love having two pretty girls jacking you off? I would be so turned on if I could see you get nice and hard for us." Kelly's smile, and the way she looked at him, plus two soft hands sliding smoothly up and down his pole did the trick. Ben's penis rapidly inflated and was soon as hard as a rock. Kelly watched his meat expand quickly and gave him a few more tugs before stopping. 

"Wow, pretty impressive Ben," Kelly said approvingly.

"It's bigger than the dildos," Kim added, eyes affixed to Ben's large dick. "This will work perfectly."

"Okay, we're ready," Kelly called loudly as she and Kim backed away quickly. A door across the room opened and Susannah was led in wearing a blind fold. She was a picture of feminine beauty, even with the cloth over her eyes. Olive was guiding Susannah on one side and the Kappa pledge mother on the other. 

"Don't make any sound and try not to twitch," Jim offered as one final warning while Susannah was led to stand just in front of the brother to Ben's left. 

"Kneel pledge," ordered Olive. Obediently, Susannah dropped to her knees, her face just inches from the obscenely long sausage that the Beta brother was holding in front of him. "In front of you is an object, you have twenty seconds to inspect it," Olive explained. "Go."

Susannah began by tentatively extending her tongue. She flicked at the head of the sausage with just the tip of her little tongue and the Kappa girls stifled giggles as they watched her. The sight of her little, pink tongue tickling the tip of the sausage kept Ben's cock hard. "You can use your hands too, sweetie," the pledge mother explained, trying to stifle her laughter. "But you can only touch the cock, not the base or the boy."

Susannah responded by lifting one small hand and gingerly feeling for the top of the sausage. When she closed her soft palm over the tip of the meat, she felt that it was completely round. She wasn't certain, but she seriously doubted that a man's penis would be so perfectly rounded at the end. Susannah felt with her finger tips, and could also feel no slit at the end. She wasn't very experienced, but she guessed this was probably a piece of meat. Susannah decided to grasp the shaft of the thing with her hand and then lick along the shaft. The salty taste that met her little tongue confirmed to her that it was probably a sausage or something. She sighed in relief, maybe this was going to be easier than she thought. 

Ben saw Susannah's relief and realized he wasn't sure if he wanted her to win or lose this challenge. He decided he wanted the poor thing to win and not have to further embarrass herself. She hadn't even used her twenty seconds, but clearly she was done, so the two sisters on either side of her picked up Susannah, guided her briefly to her feet, and then deposited her in front of Ben. She sank to her knees without being told. "Go," said Olive once again.

This time Susannah led with her hand, gently grasping the head of Ben's dick. She ran her thumb over the underside of the crown, feeling that there was indeed a knob or cap to the head of this object. Ben bit his lip to refrain from making noise as he felt Susannah's soft little thumb rubbing at the underside of his shaft. Susannah also noted this object was covered with something wet and slippery, and she ran her fingers gently up and down the slippery shaft. Ben could not believe the sight before him, this beautiful creature, blindfolded, blond hair flowing out behind her in the darkness, gently exploring his manhood with her soft fingers. Her thin, delicate fingers caused little sparks of pleasure to fill his groin as they ran back and forth across his sensitive skin. Jim and Olive were both glaring at Ben, using their eyes to tell him that he should not be making any noise. Susannah felt there was some warmth to this second object, while the other one had felt cool, so she decided to try one last test. She stuck her tongue out and lapped at the underside of the soft but firm object in her hand. She had hoped maybe she could sense the slightly salty taste of skin, but instead she tasted the weird and watery taste of whatever had been rubbed all over this thing. Susannah made a bitter face at the taste of the lubricant, and Kim chuckled.

"Time's up," said Olive.

When she reached the third object, it felt to Susannah's fingers that it was the right shape for a man's pecker. The third object was somewhat cooler and much smoother than the second object, but it was also much more firm. Susannah had only seen a couple of cocks in her life, and they had always been stiffly straight when she saw them. When Susannah ran her fingers back and forth over this shaft, the man she sensed standing over her made a little noise. It might have been a gasp. When she stuck out her tongue, Susannah tasted the same weird slippery ointment that had been spread over the second object. But she also thought the cock might have twitched a little when her tongue licked it. Observing her, his cock now starting to deflate from the tension in the room over the game, Ben knew that the cock had twitched. He knew because he could see Jim twitch it. Ben realized that Jim was trying to throw Susannah off with the twitch and the small little sigh he had let out earlier. Ben didn't think that was very fair, but he was just a pledge doing what he was told. 

The fourth and apparently final object felt somewhat cold and rubbery in Susannah's hands. It had the right shape, but it just felt a little wiggly and limp. Susannah had also learned her lesson, and when she felt the slippery lube on the fourth object she decided not even to try tasting it. In her mind she was sure it had to be the second or third thing she had touched. But the memory of the second object seemed so distant now, especially with the distracting movements of the third object. She was pretty certain it was object number three. 

The show had not been as erotic or as exciting as Jim and Scott had expected, but the fact that this girl had really tried and was now clearly undecided was fun to watch in its own way. "Well, what's your answer?" asked Olive.

"Number three?" Susannah replied tentatively.

The Betas whooped while the Kappas made noises of disappointment. Ben noted that Kelly looked like she might really feel sorry for the pledge, but Olive had an evil little grin on her face. "Alright, bring the Beta pledge over here," instructed Olive. "It's time for Susannah to pay the price for her failure."

Jim led Ben over to where Susannah was kneeling, Ben's semi-hard penis still sticking out the front of his pants. Olive guided Susannah's hand's up to Ben's prick when it was positioned just inches in front of her face, and Ben felt Susannah's soft fingers close around his pole. 

"Can I at least wipe this wet stuff off his thing first, it tastes terrible?" Susannah asked. 

"Sure honey," Kelly replied. 

Susannah tried to pull the lubricant off by wrapping her fingers tightly around Ben's cock and pulling upwards towards the tip. The sensation made Ben gasp, which led Jim to whisper harshly, "No noise!"

After a couple of swipes, it was clear that Susannah's efforts had gotten Ben fully hard again but hadn't done much to clean the lubricant off. Ben felt bad and reached down to wipe away the last of the slippery stuff using the bottom of his shirt. "Thanks," Susannah said quietly when he had finished. Ben looked up and Kelly gave him a genuinely warm smile.

"Whenever you're ready, pledge," Olive said sternly. 

Susannah really didn't want to do what she was about to do, there was no telling what her mom or dad would think of her if they knew what she was doing. But she also knew she had volunteered for this, and she wasn't going to get her pledge sisters into any more trouble. Susannah opened her mouth and swallowed Ben's thick pole between her lips. Ben felt her soft lips close around his pole and then he was in her hot, wet mouth. Susannah tried to suck her cheeks in, but Ben was so thick that her cheeks bulged out at the sides. All the onlookers felt some level of arousal stirring inside of them as they watched, and Kelly's face flushed a little when she thought that she might be a little jealous of her pledge. That was a nice, big cock. 

Susannah moved her sucking mouth up and down Ben's pole, and Ben enjoyed the sight of her blond hair waving back and forth behind her. But Ben could also tell that Susannah wasn't exactly sure what she was doing. Her soft, wet cheeks tickled Ben's cock skin as her hot mouth moved up and down on him. But her tongue did nothing and all she did was bob back and forth. Ben could feel himself getting aroused but wasn't sure he'd be able to cum from the inexperienced effort. After a couple of minutes of nothing but moving her head up and down, Kelly felt sorry for the girl and said, "Try using your hand too, sweetie."

When Susannah brought her hand up and gripped Ben's shaft, it definitely felt better to Ben. The grip of her soft fingers was much tighter that the seal of her mouth, and her skin felt good as it rubbed back and forth against his cock skin. Ben felt the familiar little tingle of a building orgasm, but he still wasn't close. 

"I thought you said this guy was inexperienced," complained Kim. "He should have blown his load a long time ago." The comment deeply embarrassed both Ben and Susannah. Ben was ashamed to have all these people know that he was inexperienced and Susannah thought it was a commentary on her sexual skills.

Kelly stepped forward, pushing herself between Ben and Jim, and said, "Maybe he's just a little nervous from all these people watching." Kelly leaned her little body towards him and instructed, "close your eyes, sweetie." 

Kelly gave Ben a little peck on the cheek while Susannah's hand and mouth both slipped wetly up and down Ben's pole. Susannah didn't know what was going on, but sensed that Kelly was trying to help. Kelly had leaned her face so her lips were right next to Ben's ear. "Don't you want to come in that girl's mouth, Ben?" Kelly asked seductively. Ben could feel her hot breath on his ear and his neck, and it excited him. "Don't you want to shoot your load right into that hot, eager, sucking mouth, Ben?" Kelly continued. Susannah couldn't hear what was being said, but she could hear Kelly whispering something. Meanwhile, Kelly's words had the pleasure churning deep in Ben's balls. "Go ahead, sweetie, cum right in her mouth for me," Kelly whispered, her lips now brushing softly against Ben's ear. "Cum for me, Ben." 

The feeling of Kelly's lips tickling him sent him over the edge. Ben could not hold in the groan that escaped from his lips as he felt his climax shoot like a hot laser from his cock. Susannah felt Ben's prick swell in her mouth, then it pulsed and a big glob of his sticky sperm was in her mouth. Ben's knees almost buckled from the sweet pleasure he felt flowing out of every pore of his body, so he leaned back against the wall behind him. Susannah didn't know what to do at first, so she kept moving her mouth up and down Ben's pole. A third and then a fourth pulse of cum was deposited between her lips, and Susannah felt her mouth rapidly filling. She stopped her motions and tried to swallow some of the load Ben was emptying into her. She managed to get a lot of it down her throat, but Ben still had more spewing from the tip of his cock and into her hot mouth. Susannah coughed as she swallowed the last of it, and she was quickly helped to her feet by Kelly and her pledge mother. Susannah was hustled out of the room and to the nearest bathroom, where she could wash out her mouth and drink some water.

Ben was led back to the laundry room after he had hastily stuffed his softening cock back into his pants. When he rejoined his pledge brothers, Jim said, "She lost" and all his brothers cheered. Matt even gave him a high five.

As they exited the sorority house just a short time later, Ben asked Jim, "Why did you tell me not to make any noise, even as she was blowing me?"

Jim clapped Ben on the back and said, "So that girl wouldn't know for sure who she blew. You don't have to be embarrassed about anything if you don't want her to know, and she doesn't have to know if she doesn't want to know. We're all going to keep this a secret. I'll also bet you that years from now, at future mixers, some of your cocky pledge brothers will undoubtedly try to hit on her by telling her that it was them she blew."

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The following Tuesday, Ben found himself trying to stay awake through his freshman calculus class. It was a huge class, with over 250 students, because it was a pre-requisite for so many other classes and majors. The professor was a little dull, and Ben had never really loved math, so he always found it tough to stay awake. Then a little blond head towards the front of the class caught his eye. Ben always sat near the back in the enormous seminar room, partly because he didn't want anyone to see him fall asleep. Way down in the second row was a blond head and a figure that Ben thought he recognized. He thought he must be mistaken, because he wasn't sure how he could have missed such a pretty girl during the previous classes. But when the class ended and she stood up to leave, Ben was sure it was Susannah.

He didn't have another class for over an hour, so Ben hurried to follow Susannah down the hallway and out of the building. He was not sure what to say to her, or even if he should say something to her, but part of Ben felt like he owed it to her to tell her that he was the boy from the night in the basement. She was wearing a simple white shirt with buttons up the front and short khaki shorts. Ben couldn't help but stare at her toned little but as she walked in front of him. Ben soon realized that they were heading towards the athletic fields and were largely alone in their little section of campus. He didn't want to be caught awkwardly following her, so he called out to her.

"Excuse me," he said, a little louder than he had intended.

Susannah stopped and turned around, and then looked inquisitively at the young man behind her. She thought she recognized him from her earlier class, the cute sandy haired boy with deep blue eyes who had caught her attention at the first class. There was no one else around, so he must have been calling to her. "Yes?" she responded softly.




My Sorority Slut Ch. 01



"Hi, I'm Ben," he began awkwardly, suddenly completely unsure of what he should say. He tried not to stumble over his words, but he was stammering a bit. "I'm in your Calculus class."

"Oh?" Susannah responded, confused. "Did I leave something there?"

"Um... no." He didn't know how to broach the topic, so he plowed ahead. "I'm a Beta pledge, see," he said, pointing to his pledge pin.

Susannah's face darkened, and Ben realized he had said the wrong thing. She turned on her heels and began to hurriedly walk off again.

"No, wait," he called, rushing to catch up with her, "Please wait."

"You think because I did that one thing to one of the pledges, I'll happily do the same thing to you?" she spat back at him over her shoulder.

Ben ran past her and stopped a few feet in front of her, farther down the path. "No, wait. Please. I'm very sorry to startle you like this. I just needed to tell you something."

Susannah came to an abrupt stop and said coldly, "If you think I'm just some sorority slut who's easy, then you're an asshole. And if you touch me or try to do anything, I swear I'll scream at the top of my lungs."

Ben was taken aback by the heated anger clearly evident on Susannah's face, which seemed so out of place on her gentle features. "No, I'm sorry. I'm really sorry." He stammered. He was appalled that he could have offended this girl so much. "I'm the guy. I'm the Beta pledge who... well... you know the thing we did. I'm that Beta pledge."

The anger continued to burn on Susannah's face, and she looked at him suspiciously. "So what?" she spat, "You want to gloat or something."

"No," he responded, a little out of breath from his run. "No, I just thought you should know. My name is Ben... which I guess I said earlier. I thought you deserved to know it was me, since I know it was you. I'm sorry if I did this awkwardly, and I'm sorry if I startled you. I swear I didn't mean to offend you, I'm even honestly sorry that you had to do what you did. But I thought you deserved to know."

With that, Ben walked away, back up the path they had just followed. Susannah remained frozen in place, but watched him go. She had been so angry and a little disappointed in herself for what had happened that night. She hadn't realized how much it had upset her until the young man was standing right in front of her, confronting her with what she had done. And now she felt very sorry for the way she had initially reacted to him. As she watched him turn a corner and disappear in the distance, she thought that he had seemed like a nice enough boy. He just wanted her to know that it had been him, and that seemed honorable. It had bothered her more than a little, not knowing the identity of her partner, and at least she now knew it hadn't been some complete asshole. Feeling a little disappointed, Susannah turned and headed down to the athletic fields. 

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It was several days before Susannah saw Ben again. She had looked briefly during her Thursday calculus class, but didn't spot him anywhere. Unbeknownst to her, Ben was very embarrassed about how he had caught the poor girl completely off guard, in the middle of an empty field. So he had slouched very low in his chair and pulled his hood over his head when he saw her scanning the room for him. Maybe if she saw him as little as possible in the future, it wouldn't upset her so much. But Sunday at lunch, Susannah spotted Ben grabbing food in the lunch line at the student dining hall. She hesitated for a moment, but then walked up to him and said, "Hey."

Ben turned and was surprised to see Susannah standing there. "Hey," he responded softly. Matt was standing in the line next to him and was stunned to see the Kappa girl who had blown Ben the previous weekend standing there talking to them. She certainly was a looker. 

"Do you think..." she began uncertainly, noticing Matt was also now looking at her. "Is there someplace we could go to talk?"

Matt's eyebrows raised in question, though Ben turned and also caught the look on Matt's face. "Don't be an asshole," he told his friend. "She just wants to talk." Susannah felt even better about this boy. Then Ben turned back to Susannah and said, "This is my roommate Matt. I'm sure he won't mind if we use our room to chat for a little while."

"Not at all," said Matt, trying to sound as gracious as possible.

Ben and Susannah both collected some food for lunch, and then Ben led Susannah the short way across campus to his dorm. They walked in silence the entire way. Susannah felt a little uncertain about following this boy into his room, but he seemed okay, and his roommate also knew they were there. When the door closed behind them, Ben offered Susannah the chair at Matt's small desk, and Ben sat at his. 

"What's up?" Ben asked, trying to sound cool and calm.

Susannah decided to get right to the point. "You said that you just wanted me to know it was you. Why?"

"The Beta brothers told me that you would never have to know that it was me," Ben responded, pausing to drink some of the soda he had brought from the cafeteria. "I didn't think that was fair to you, since I knew who you were. I didn't want you to be bothered wondering about it."

"Well... thanks," Susannah responded. She meant it, it had bothered her a little.

"And I guess you should know," Ben continued, "I didn't exactly volunteer for that. I got roped in because I had recently gotten tested for STD's."

"Yeah, the sisters told me that while I was in the room before the...game," Susannah offered. "You got tested for STD's?"

"Long story," Ben replied.

Susannah decided she liked this boy. He seemed very nice, and appeared to have done a very honorable thing by finding her and telling her. At a minimum, he was at least being polite about what happened between them. As far as she knew, he wasn't being a cocky jerk about it. It also didn't hurt that he had a handsome face and a nice, athletic body on him. She really liked his dark blue eyes in particular.

"Listen Ben," she began, "What did you say your last name was?"

His smile broadened. "Franklin," he replied with a chuckle.

"Franklin?" she responded, clearly dubious. "Your name is Ben Franklin?"

"Benjamin Franklin, actually," he replied, pulling his student ID from his wallet and handing it to her. Sure enough, his name was Benjamin Franklin. She tried to suppress a giggle. "Oh it's okay," he said good naturedly. "You can laugh. I've been paying for it my whole life. Now you also know why I insist on being called Ben."

"Was it a family name or something?" she offered, still trying not to laugh.

"It was, but my parents are still idiots for giving me that name." Then they were both laughing, free and easy. The laughing did a lot to calm Susannah's nerves and both could feel the tension in the room melt away during their shared laughter.

"Well Ben Franklin, my name is Susannah Granger, and it is very nice to meet you." Susannah extended her hand and Ben shook it.

"Likewise," he replied with his easy smile.

"Listen Ben, can you promise that whatever we discuss today, you will not repeat or share with anyone else?"

"I'll do you one even better," he replied with a serious look on his face. "You and I shared an experience that was... unusual. And maybe very uncomfortable for us both, though ultimately enjoyable for me, I'll admit." From the light hearted smile on his face, Susannah could tell that Ben was trying to deliver a compliment and not gloating. "If you can promise that whatever we say between the two of us, from here on out, will stay just between the two of us, then I can promise you the exact same thing. I figure I might owe you that much."

Susannah smiled. "I promise."

"Then I promise too."

Susannah blurted out what she had wanted to say all along, not just to Ben but to every person who had been in that room that night. "I'm not a slut," she began hurriedly. "I want you to know that. I had never given a boy a... blowjob... in my life before. Never."

"Well, yours was only the second blowjob I had ever gotten," Ben replied. 

"Really?"

"I swear. I'm a virgin. I've gotten maybe two hand jobs in my life and that is it."

"I'm a virgin too," Susannah responded with a smile. She felt very relieved to be telling him all this. "I tried very hard to be a good person and do the right thing all my life, and I didn't want everyone to think I was just some sorority slut just because I did what I did."

"So why'd you do it?" Ben asked.

She hesitated. "It's a very long story."

"If you don't want to tell me, you don't have to. But if you want to talk about it, I've got time."

She looked into his blue eyes and really wanted to trust him. She thought there was some kindness there, or maybe she was just falling for his handsome looks and easy smile. 

"Well," she began, "I guess I should say that I'm still not sure about this whole sorority thing. I really like my pledge sisters, but some of the older sisters can be real bitches."

"I know exactly what you mean," Ben replied, tapping his pledge pin. That earned him another pretty smile from the sweet blond.

"My family is... well... poor. I got here because my grades were good and my demographics helped earn me a full scholarship. I had a first cousin who went to school here a few years ago on an athletic scholarship, and she was a Kappa too. She made president of the sorority, and it led to all these great business connections after she graduated. She pushed me to join, and during rush they talked about all the prestigious and wealthy and well connected sisters who had graduated from this chapter. With my cousin's strong endorsement, they had to accept me as a legacy. But some of the older girls really don't like me. They call me poor white trash when they don't think I can hear them."

"Yeah, I noticed that Olive girl really didn't seem to like you," Ben said. "She seemed almost... sadistic."

"She is!" Susannah eagerly agreed. "I guess that's part of the story too. But I'm torn between quitting and wanting to succeed, between wanting the connections and not wanting to be around these mean, stuck up girls. I try to tell myself that I don't care what they think about me, but part of me really wants them to accept me. Then a couple of weeks ago, I screwed up. I have this job at the university and I was running late from that and was very late to a pledge meeting. One of the older girls who dislikes me was furious, so she demanded that I clean all the toilets in one of the common bathrooms with just my bare hands. Some of the older sisters are twisted, and they make us do sick things. I refused, I said that the sorority rules stated the pledges never had to do anything against their will. Well the girl took the matter before the sorority board and said I was refusing to do my duties. As part of pledging, the pledges agree to clean the entire sorority house every day, including the bathrooms. And there are some gross girls living in that house, but that's another story. The board vote was close, but the board decided that the punishment she had given me was acceptable under the sorority rules. I almost quit right there, except they don't just punish the pledge who broke the rules, they punish the whole class. All of my pledge sisters had to clean every toilet in the house using their bare hands that day. I cried when they had to do it. Afterwards the rest of the pledges begged me to stay, saying they liked me so much and it wouldn't have been worth it to clean those toilets if I then left and quit. They took the punishment for me, so I stayed a pledge for them. I probably shouldn't be telling you all of this, about the sorority, but that's why I volunteered for their stupid game. I knew I owed my pledge sisters. If they scrubbed the toilets with their hands for me, I was going to do what I could to get them two weeks off of all cleaning duties. Plus, I thought maybe I could identify... which one was real, and then it'd be over. My pledge sisters understood my reason for doing it even before I explained it to them after... that night."

"Wow, that is sick," Ben responded with genuine amazement. "I had no idea that sorority pledging was so... twisted. So what's the problem with Olive?"

"Well, it gets even worse. That girl is a slut. I'm sorry to have to use the word, but Olive is a slut. She has a real thing for jocks, ESPECIALLY guys on the football team, and she loves having sex with them. The sisters make us do these stupid, gross things sometimes. Some of the older girls, like Kelly, they really dislike it. But many of the girls say that's how the 'process' was when they pledged, so that's what we should have to do. The Kappas throw a few parties, like the one you attended. Sometimes they make all the pledges dress up somehow, usually somehow slutty. One party was technically a pajama party but we pledges were only allowed to use underwear that we borrowed from our pledge sisters. Luckily we had a lot of underwear that was decently concealing.

"So they threw a party for the football team, and they made all the pledges wear bikinis to the party. They wanted us to be cheerleaders, but there weren't enough pieces for a bunch of cheerleader costumes, so they settled on bikinis. It was kind of sick. All these testosterone fueled boys walking around the house, getting drunk, openly staring at us in our bikinis. Some of the guys were nice and gentlemanly, but many were just rude meat heads. I got slapped on the ass more than once. I was miserable, but Olive was in heaven. She was surrounded by all these football studs, many of them getting horny from the beer and pledges walking around in bikinis. Olive isn't ugly, but you can agree that she's not exactly hot either. Some of those boys would never have looked at Olive twice, but in the environment from that party, she was getting a lot of attention. 

"Basically Olive's dream came true and the quarterback and one of his wide receivers propositioned Olive. She was stinking drunk by then, but happy to oblige, only they didn't just want her. I guess I had caught their eye, along with another pledge who had been forced to walk around all night in a skimpy bikini. They asked if we would at least stand there and look pretty while they hooked up. Olive agreed, and told us in her slurred speech that we would be free from cleaning duties for the rest of the weekend if we agreed to just stand there and let them look at us. She also warned us not to 'get any ideas' or 'touch her men.' I agreed to go into the room partly to make sure they didn't just rape and beat Olive, but in any case, we all went upstairs to Olive's bedroom

"It wasn't long before they were having sex. It was obscene. The other pledge with me, Lisa, covered her eyes most of the time. I only kept watching because the two jocks were looking at me and Lisa more than they were looking at Olive. I was afraid they might try something with us. Olive was... giving them both a blow job at the same time and the two guys were just staring at our boobs, which were on full display in the little bikini tops. Am I getting too graphic for you?"

Ben coughed, trying to conceal his excitement and his growing erection. "Um, not at all, go ahead," he said. Just the picture of Susannah's tight body in a bikini, all her flesh on display, was getting him hard. The thought that she was watching someone having sex while her smooth, young tits were on display for the guy's enjoyment was almost too much.

"Well anyway," Susannah continued,"Olive had sex with both of them. At one point one was in her mouth while the other was behind her, then they switched. Sometime after they switched, Olive... had an orgasm. And then she fell asleep. When they realized she was out, the jocks lost interest in her. But then they looked at me and Lisa. They took their cocks out and were stroking them right in front of us! I told them there was no way we were going to let them touch us or do anything with us, but Mr. Quarterback said he was so close anyway. He said he was just... going to look at our tits and then cum." Susannah blushed deeply as she said it and looked down at her feet. Ben could tell whenever she got uncomfortable about something she was going to say, because she paused in her speech. He could tell all the blushing and pausing wasn't an act. She was genuinely demure, and he liked that. 

"Well the first guy, quarterback, says we're so hot that he's getting ready to shoot his load all over us. I told him if any of his stuff touched either of us, we'd scream. So then he says fine, he'll just blow his load all over Olive and her room. I wanted to try to spare her, so I grabbed the tissue box right next to me, pulled out a bunch, and told him to make his mess in the kleenex. He said I was going to have to be the one to cover the mess. I didn't know what to do, so I just sighed and walked up to him with a wad of tissues in my hand. I could tell he was close, he was breathing really heavy and everything, and his hand was going crazy. He tried to make eye contact with me while he was jacking his thing, but I wasn't having it, so he just stared at my boobs. Soon enough, he was making noises, so... I... covered his cock head with the wad of tissues. I... felt his thing twitch... and it twitched and twitched... and every time it did that I could feel some of his hot load going into the tissues. I just wadded them up and threw them in a trash can.

"Well then Mr. Wide Receiver tells me he's close too. He's this big guy, you know him, their best wide receiver on the team. So I grabbed another bunch of tissues and walked over to him. As soon as I get close to him, he makes noises like he's about to blow too. Only, when I close my hand with the kleenex over the tip of his big cock, he... grabs my hand with the filthy hand he's been using to pleasure himself... and... well... he starts pulling my hand up and down the head of his cock. At least I was only touching him over the tissues. Then he reaches out with his hand and grabs my breast through the fabric of my bikini top. He didn't hurt me with his fingers or anything, just sort of cupped me with his big palm. I was so surprised, I didn't know what to do. Almost as soon as his hand touched my breast, he... came. I could feel him... cumming in the kleenex and his cock twitching and everything.

"Well, worse thing possible happens right then. Olive's roommate walks in the room, looking for her. She took one look at what was happening and then slammed the door shut again. The jocks just laughed, put their clothes back on, and thanked me for helping them before they left. Assholes. The next morning, Olive was furious. Her roommate told her that she caught me jerking off the jocks before they left. I denied it up and down, and Lisa backed me up, but the whole thing became awkward. The guys never called Olive again, surprise, surprise, and she blamed me! She said I tried to steal them. And her complaining backfired when a lot of the story came out within the sorority. Everyone already knew her reputation, and this story didn't help. So I tried to do something that I thought would help cover for her. I told Olive and the other girls the truth about what had happened, but I also said I did it because I was willing to do whatever a sister asked me to do. I thought it would help Olive not look like a dumb slut if I said I had learned my lesson from before and I was now willing to do what was asked of me by the sisters. I figured that at least made it look better for Olive that she had invited two random guys up to her room, had sex with them, and then passed out drunk. It wasn't that she hadn't satisfied them, it was more like... I had helped her out a little.

"And that's the other part of why I volunteered for that stupid game last weekend. The girls all know what really happened in Olive's room, and that she's a big slut. But by volunteering, I tried to stick to the story that I was willing to do whatever my sisters asked of me. I thought Olive would be pleased that I volunteered, or at least stop being so angry at me. But now she's even more pissed because my pledge sisters love what I did for them." 




My Sorority Slut Ch. 02



Within two weeks, Susannah was floating on a cloud. None of the minor grievances of life bothered her anymore. Her shower still ran out of warm water in the morning and the dryers in the dorm laundry room still sometimes ate her quarters. Her chemistry professor still insisted on assigning seats, which meant that she had to sit in the back of the room where it was hard to see what he wrote on the board. But none of that seemed to bother her much anymore. She was always smiling.

Susannah talked to Ben at least once a day, often on the phone but sometimes through texts and e-mails. Whenever she walked out of a classroom, her hand went straight to the phone in her bag, and her heart would leap whenever she saw a text message waiting from him. They had gone on three more dates, and while they weren't nearly as adventuresome or intimate as their second date, each was still just as thrilling in its own way as the time Ben had touched her naked breasts with his finger tips. When he took her hand in his at the movie theatre, she loved that he was willing to be so openly affectionate in public. And when he remembered her love of Cherry Coke during dinner on the 5th date, it showed he cared enough to pay attention to her.

Of course their dates weren't entirely PG rated. Ben had developed an obvious fondness for her breasts, something she liked to encourage for her own purposes by wearing tight or low cut tops. At every one of their dates, he had found some way to get her breasts free from her clothing, even if he had to be creative. After their fifth date, he had lifted her large, full breasts through the top of her dress while they were standing in front of her doorway. He suckled on her bare nipples right there in the hallway, before she finally got scared that they would get caught and pushed him away. But Ben was never pushy or insistent. Susannah made it clear that she didn't want to go any further with him, and he was always respectful of that. She hoped Ben's restraint demonstrated that he really didn't think she was easy.

But Susannah was too young and inexperienced to know that happiness always attracts your enemies like sharks drawn to blood in the water. If something makes you happy, it can also make you sad, and the worst kind of person always remembers that. At the point in Susannah's life where she had found her giddy happiness with Ben, Olive was that worst kind of person.

Olive was waiting for Susannah when Susannah arrived at the sorority house for her weekly meeting with her pledge class. Susannah had barely gotten in the side door used by pledges when Olive startled her by saying, "Well if it isn't Miss Prude, all smiles thinking about her boyfriend."

Susannah blinked, her eyes adjusting to the dimly lit hallway, and she found Olive waiting with one of the older sisters. The sister with Olive was one of the seniors who loved to be a real jerk to pledges. Every time she talked, it was all about how freshmen didn't know anything and irritated her all the time because they hadn't learned as much or done as much as she had. The two sisters were trying to look casual, lounging in the hallway, but it was clear they had been laying in wait for Susannah.

"Hello Olive," Susannah replied, trying to be as respectful as possible.

"Oh, why so serious all of a sudden?" Olive asked mockingly. "Does Miss Prude not like talking about her boyfriend?"

"No," Susannah replied uncertain, "it's just I'm not sure if he's my..."

Susannah had wanted to try to walk past the two sisters and get to the safety of her meeting, but the other sister stepped in front of Susannah and called out, "Whoa! Where you trying to go in such a hurry? You still have time. We're just trying to talk to one of our pledges, who should be really pleased that us older and wiser sisters want to make sure she's doing okay."

"Yeah," chimed in Olive. "We're just trying to look out for you. I mean, that stupid Beta pledge could just be filling you with a line of garbage because he thinks it'll be easy to get you to suck his cock again."

"Ben's not like that," Susannah tried.

But Olive just spat back, "Ben has a penis like every other boy I know, I've seen it. And every other boy I know lets their little head do their thinking instead of their big head. I mean, he said he was a virgin. What if you're just the first female to ever touch his penis, and now he'll say anything to get you to do it again?"

"Yeah, has your BOYFRIEND told you if he'd every gotten a blowjob before?" asked the other sister.

Susannah hesitated. She had promised Ben that she wouldn't repeat anything she had told him in confidence. But she had also been told that sisters kept no secrets from each other, and pledges were especially not supposed to keep secrets from the sisters. She figured it might be okay because this wasn't really sharing something specific that he had said, so she responded, "I guess he's said it wasn't his first time." She had thought she was defending Ben by showing that their accusation about his intentions were false.

But seeing the indecision on Susannah's face, Olive sensed a weakness. She decided to press by asking, "Well how do you know he's not making it up? What did he tell you about his supposed other blowjobs? Did he tell you how they happened?"

Now Susannah was completely torn. She knew Ben wouldn't want these self-serving, mean spirited bitches to know about his embarrassing encounter with Maggie. But she wasn't supposed to withhold information when directly questioned by a sister. Her mind raced to try to come up with some sort of half answer that might satisfy Olive but wouldn't betray Ben's trust in her. Seeing the wheels behind Susannah's eyes racing out of control, Olive decided to press further. "Come on, pledge, what did he tell you about these other blowjobs that he got?"

Flustered, Susannah pushed past the two sisters and walked as quickly as decently possible to the room for her pledge meeting. She breathed a sign of relief when she had walked through the doorway and into the safety of the meeting room. But her relief was short lived. Just before the meeting, Susannah heard Olive's voice coming loudly from just outside the meeting room door. She was arguing with Mary, Susannah's pledge mother. Susannah could only make out pieces of the conversation.

"I don't think it's such a big deal that she wouldn't tell you..." Mary said, trying to defend her pledge.

"She shouldn't have secrets from us!" Olive hissed.

"Honestly Olive, why do you care..." and that was about all Susannah could hear. The rest of the pledges didn't know what was being discussed outside of the room, so most of them didn't care. Their conversations kept Susannah from hearing what was happening outside.

When Mary entered the room, she made no mention of her conversation with Olive. The meeting proceeded as normal. Susannah thought she had been spared, at least for a little while. But after the meeting, Mary caught Susannah before she exited the room.

"I guess you know why I wanted to talk to you," Mary began after the rest of the pledges had left. "Olive told me you refused to give her some details about your new boyfriend." Susannah tried to say something, but Mary cut her off. "He seemed like a nice guy to me, considering the circumstances of how we met. And I know you like him. I also know Olive can be difficult sometimes. I have a real sister, back home, as you know, and she can be difficult too. But I know all my sisters, by blood and by sorority, have my best interests at heart. Sometimes they can be difficult, but I know in the end they want what's best for me.

"So even though I may disagree with how strongly Olive feels about this issue, I have to recommend that you tell her what she wants to know." With that, Mary gave Susannah a squeeze on the arm and then walked out of the room.

Susannah's heart fell, not just because she was upset that her pledge mother had disagreed with her. She was upset because she had already decided during the meeting that she would never tell Olive what she had promised to Ben she would keep a secret. 

Susannah tried to leave the house before Olive could find her again, but Olive was waiting once more at the side door.

"I don't know what you're thinking about doing, Miss Prude," she hissed maliciously at Susannah when she saw her, "but I do know that Mary agrees you should tell me."

"And what are you going to do? Torture me until I talk," Susannah replied angrily.

"Don't get smart with me pledge," Olive responded. "I'll just get you bounced right out of this sorority. After all your hard work, you'll be done, just like that."

Susannah sighed. "What do you want, Olive?" 

"I tell you what, pledge," Olive replied with an evil little smile. "If you want to protect your little boyfriend, that's fine. But you're going to have to prove to me that you're not just selfishly keeping secrets from your sisters AND you're not just falling for some lines for some stupid boy."

"How?" Susannah asked suspiciously.

Olive paused, then said, "Meet me on Tuesday night at 7:00 near that all-you-can-eat wings place in town. Wear EXACTLY what you would wear on a date with your precious little boyfriend. You don't show up and I'm taking you before the sorority board again, and remember that I've already won there once."

With that, Olive walked past Susannah and back into the house, leaving Susannah alone with her doubts and her questions. 

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Susannah didn't know if Olive's instructions on how she should dress were some sort of trap, so she wore exactly what she had worn on one of her dates with Ben. She regretted her decision, as the tight, low cut shirt and light jacket she had chosen to wear left her arms and chest feeling cool on this colder than expected day. Olive was running late for the meeting, and that left Susannah with plenty of time to question what she was doing there. What did Olive have up her sleeve for tonight? Why had she even agreed to meet Olive here? Susannah had decided not to tell Ben about the argument with Olive or where she was going that night, and she was beginning to regret that decision.

Just when she was considering walking away, Olive showed up, all fake smiles and big hugs. Susannah mustered her best fake smile in return. 

"So what are we doing here Olive?" Susannah asked, trying to keep her fake smile plastered across her face.

"Here's the deal pledge, I have a new beau I've been seeing. He's a little wild, but totally worth it. I knew before I met him that he had a big thing about being with two girls at once, he likes all the attention or something. So I let him think that he's meeting the both of us for a date tonight," Olive explained, trying to warm her arms with her hands. 

"I'm not cheating on Ben," Susannah replied coolly.

"You're not cheating silly, this boy is all mine. And he knows that," Olive responded unconvincingly. "You and I are going to run a little experiment. If he asks you or the both of us to do something, and asks immediately after paying us a compliment, we'll do what he asks. If he doesn't compliment us before he says it, then we can say no... if we want to."

"Let me guess, you worked this out in advance with him."

"No, no, no, sweetie. I would never do that to you. You'll see when we get in there, he has no idea of the arrangement. I'm just trying to show you that guys generally tell you things because they want to get in your pants. And since you don't want to share secrets about your boyfriend with me, this little experiment can be our little secret between just you and me. Whatever happens tonight, we'll laugh about it and keep it between us. And you might just learn a valuable lesson about how horny young men operate."

"I'm not having sex with him," Susannah said flatly.

"Work with me pledge," Olive responded, her tone hardening and full of exasperation. "I agree, you won't have to do anything that you haven't already done with your boyfriend. You don't even have to tell me in advance what that means, I'll just trust you. He asks you for something like that, you can say no. But if he compliments you and then asks for something that you've done with your little boyfriend, then you agree to do it.

"And before you start questioning my offer, just remember that I'm trying to do you a favor. You're the one who doesn't trust your sisters enough to be open and honest with them. I could take you before the board and win again, and punish your whole class AGAIN. But instead I'm offering this opportunity for you to learn and to show that you trust your sister. Now, do you agree to do this or not?"

Susannah considered it for a moment, but saw that her hesitation was only making Olive angry. "Fine, I'll do it," Susannah replied.

Olive escorted Susannah into the restaurant, walking arm in arm. Susannah was less than surprised to find Olive leading her toward a table occupied by a football player. From his reaction, he was delighted to see both Susannah and Olive approaching his table. Susannah wondered if maybe he hadn't really expected Olive to show up with a female friend. But as the dinner got under way, the guy spent almost all of his time staring at Susannah, and most of that time was spent sneaking peeks at her breasts. She regretted wearing the top she had chosen. Susannah got the distinct impression that either he was more interested in her than in Olive or he was very surprised that Olive's friend had turned out to be decently attractive. 

His name was Brandon, and Susannah was pretty sure he was a defensive player. He was a linebacker or something like that, and in his junior year. He seemed like a nice enough guy during the conversations, but a little overly focused on talking about his exercise routine and how many calories he consumed each day. He was a huge guy, not spectacularly tall but fairly wide and brimming like muscles. Ordinarily, Susannah wouldn't have been attracted to the type of guy whose neck was the size of a tree trunk and whose back was almost as wide as his torso was long. But she had to admit that he wasn't bad looking. He was fit, with a square jaw and a nice smile. He also had blue eyes, which she loved.

At first, Brandon was nothing but compliments for both her and Olive. That was to be expected, but Olive still shot Susannah looks every time he complimented one of them and then asked for something. Of course at the start of the dinner, the things he asked were little things. He complimented Susannah's eyes and then asked if she wanted to take off her jacket. Although she was still a little cold in the restaurant, she played along with their little game and removed her jacket. She regretted it throughout the dinner, because the cold made her nipples get very hard, and Brandon could not stop looking at them as they poked through the front of her shirt. 

Things got interesting at the end of the meal when Brandon said, "You two have been so much fun to talk to. Would you be interested in coming back to my place?" Olive said they would love to, and Susannah did not disagree. Fortunately for Brandon, his roommate was not home when they got back to his small dorm room. 

Brandon asked if the girls wanted to make themselves more comfortable and maybe take off their jackets and have a seat on his bed. Since he had not complimented them first, Susannah declined. That confused him for a bit, and he made some awkward conversation with the two young women while all three of them stood around his small room. Susannah realized then that, whatever Olive might be, she had not set up Susannah by telling Brandon about their deal ahead of time. 

But then Brandon mentioned how good it had felt to kiss Olive on their last date, and asked if he might get another little kiss from her. Olive happily obliged. Emboldened, Brandon again complemented Olive's kissing and asked for more. Soon, Brandon and Olive were making out, his hands running all over Olives young body, while Susannah stood awkwardly away from the couple. Brandon began to follow a theme, telling Olive how much he had missed her loving affections. Then Brandon would ask for something, and Olive would happily comply. Brandon soon had Olive on her back on his bed, her shirt and bra both gone. Brandon was laying next to her young body, his mouth firmly grasping one of her average sized breasts while he sucked loudly on her nipple. Olive seemed very satisfied to be on the big jock's bed while his tongue licked around her sensitive nipples. Susannah noted one of those things that she believed made Olive less attractive to boys. Her breasts were easily a full B cup, but free from her bra they flattened against her chest like deflated balloons. Brandon had to push them back into shape with his hands in order to gather her tit flesh conveniently for his hot mouth.

"Do you want to come over here?" Brandon asked, and Susannah shook her head no. She was still wearing her jacket and holding onto her purse, while Olive was moaning loudly on Brandon's bed. The jock forgot about Susannah for a while , but then looked up again from Olive's tit and said, "You are so beautiful, Susannah. Would you at least like to take off your jacket and come watch from here on the bed?"

Olive's eyes studied Susannah carefully. They both knew it was the moment of truth. With a sigh of exasperation, Susannah shed her jacket and sat on the edge of Brandon's bed with her legs tucked under her. The development clearly pleased Brandon, who happily went back and forth between Olive's breasts with his wet tongue. He seemed to be sucking harder on Olive's nipples than Susannah would have liked herself, and Susannah thought she caught Olive grimacing sometimes when he bore down. But if she wasn't liking it, Olive didn't utter a word of complaint. Brandon began to spend more of his time looking at Susannah's chest in her tight, pink shirt than he spent looking at Olive.

Finally, while his tongue obscenely flicked at Olive's nipple, Brandon said, "God Susannah, your breasts look so amazing. Do you think I could see them?"

Susannah hesitated again, but this time Olive did not look at her. Olive knew she already had Susannah. Susannah decided to get it over with as quickly as possible, and quickly peeled off her shirt and her bra. Brandon actually moaned into Olive tit as he watched Susannah's large, firm breasts pop into view along with her smallish light pink nipples. Susannah resisted her strong urge to cover her round, smooth breasts, as she had already let this boy see them. Olive would just get mad at her lack of commitment. Susannah was worried that Brandon had figured out the system of complimenting the women first and then asking them to do something. But he soon dispelled this fear by asking Susannah if he could touch her breasts, and he did not compliment her first. She firmly said no, but noted that he had at least asked first. Then he asked if Susannah wanted to suck his cock, and Susannah lost any notion that he might be a gentleman.

Brandon followed up his mistake by asking if Olive wanted to have sex again. Playing along with the game, Olive cleverly replied, "Not yet baby," though Susannah could tell she was ready for sex. Brandon had just not asked her the right way. 

Looking more than a little confused, Brandon went back to sucking on Olive's nipples. He took some time to nibble on Olive's neck and ears, but was soon happy enough sucking on various parts of Olive's body while he stared openly at Susannah's big melons. Brandon was clearly aroused by the sight of Susannah's young, creamy breasts, sitting proudly high on her chest, and just inches away from him on his bed. 

Susannah could tell that Brandon wanted to ask her something, and finally he said, "Susannah, your boobs are so hot. I know you're probably shy about them, but I know they would feel so good if I could rub my cock against them. Do you think you would mind if I did that?" Susannah made no motion to object, since she had not been asked specifically if he could rub his cock against her chest. But when she finally shrugged her shoulders, Brandon took that as approval.




My Sorority Slut Ch. 02



Brandon's shorts were unbuttoned and off in a flash. His semi-erect cock sprang out from his boxers, and Susannah worried for a second that he was about to bowl her over when he rushed towards her. Olive was clearly a little irritated at being left so abruptly, but she smiled deviously when she saw Susannah willingly accept Brandon's hard cock against her firm boobs. The smooth, pale skin of her chest felt terrific to Brandon as he rubbed his fat cock against Susannah's breasts. He tried pressing his cock head into the side of one of her breasts, and was amazed by how full and firm her breasts felt when poked by his dick. He wasn't nearly as big as Ben, but Susannah was sure that Brandon's cock was bigger than her high school boyfriend who had masturbated with her. Rubbing his sensitive cock head against her beautiful, full breasts, Brandon was soon rock hard. 

Not wanting to be left out, Olive playfully slapped at Brandon's leg as he crouched in front of Susannah. "Oh baby," Brandon responded to Olive, "Sex with you felt so amazing. Can we do that again?" Now it was Olive who had her pants off in a flash.

Olive remained on her back in front of Susannah as she spread her legs and allowed Brandon to penetrate her. As they began slowly fucking, Susannah again felt awkward being in the room and so close to the action. But she also reasoned that Brandon had at least stopped touching her with his dirty cock. She hadn't disliked the sensation of his member sliding against her skin, but the entire time he was doing it she could only think of Ben and hope he wasn't disappointed in her. Brandon was soon plowing away with his cock and Olive was nearly screaming with delight. He rested his weight on his thick arms while Olive wrapped her shapely legs around his waist. 

"Oh baby, you feel so good," Brandon said as he thrust hard with his hips. "Moan for me baby." And Olive dutifully moaned loudly and deeply. 

"Oh, you're so tight baby. Your pussy feels so good," he cried out, ramming his thick meat into her tight hole, "Fuck me baby." Olive began trying to lift her hips in response to his motions, thrusting back.

Susannah watched them and wondered if it felt good to be filled so hard with cock. It turned her on a little to watch his animal strength as he rammed his meat into Olive, but Susannah wondered if his hard pounding would hurt. Watching Olive's boobs flap back and forth across her chest, her nipples sliding obscenely, Susannah also wondered whether it would hurt her breasts to bounce back and forth so much if she was fucked hard like that. Then she looked up at Brandon's face. It was full of concentration and excitement. His eyes were also firmly focused on Susannah, and she worried that she recognized the look of a hungry wolf that she had seen before. 

Finally, Brandon said, "Oh God, Susannah. You're so beautiful. Your body is just amazing. Your breasts are just amazing." He was panting between sentences as he continued to thrust his thick cock into Olive, and Susannah deeply dreaded where his commentary was going to finish. "You face is so beautiful. It would be so amazing if I could cum on your face. Would you let me cum on your face?" 

Susannah closed her eyes and shuddered. She minded A LOT if he came on her face. But she had agreed to this "experiment" and had already gone this far. So after fighting the urge to scream NO, Susannah opened her eyes and smiled. 

Seeing her pretty pink lips curve into a look of happiness and gazing into her beautiful blue eyes, Brandon said, "Oh yeah?" He hadn't been going at it for more than five minutes, but looking at Susannah's pretty, lightly freckled face, he was ready to cum. 

Two more thrusts and then Brandon withdrew from Olivia's hot snatch and scooted up the bed. He crouched in a standing position over Susannah, his cock pointed down at her head. When Susannah saw his hand close around the head of his cock, she closed her eyes. Two quick pumps over his hard, slippery cock, and Brandon felt the orgasm blowing out of his balls. He fought to keep his eyes open as he came, so he could see his cock pump his load all over Susannah's beautiful face. The first spurt blasted her squarely on her pretty, pink lips, cum splattering in wet droplets from her forehead to the tops of her smooth breasts. The second blast of cum shot up one of her cheeks and pooled over one of her eyes, and then a third awkward shot landed wetly on her forehead. Weak fourth and fifth spurts landed on Susannah's thin neck and then pooled at the top of her cleavage. Brandon could not believe how hot this freshman looked, pretty face covered with his hot cum.

"Oh you look SO sexy right now," Brandon cooed, "Just let me look at you like this for a while."

Coated in his hot cum and afraid to open her eyes, Susannah just smiled up at him and tried not to retch. After a few second, Brandon offered Susannah a towel and tried to help her clean her face. As soon as she could open her eyes, Susannah took over cleaning herself, worried that Brandon was enjoying cleaning the tops of her young breasts a little too much. Olive kissed Brandon to show that there were no hard feelings about how he had chosen to finish. Susannah asked for water, and Brandon found a bottle so she could wipe herself as clean as possible. He of course enjoyed the sight of clear water droplets flowing over her big boobs before she wiped away his mess with the towel. 

Susannah dressed quickly and made it clear she intended to leave. Brandon made some polite comments about doing something again soon, but Susannah was done with replying to him. As they walked away from the building, Olive said to Susannah, "I told you they will say whatever they think you want to hear in order to get inside your pants. Don't worry, well keep this little 'sexperiment' to ourselves."

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Susannah cried when she got home that night. Ben had sent her messages during the evening, and then he called the next morning. She didn't pick up the call. Susannah walked through her classes the next day in a daze, and she prayed with all her might that she wouldn't see Brandon at work on Thursday. Ben could feel instinctively that something was wrong. He didn't know if he should be trying to find and comfort Susannah or if he should be giving her space to work through whatever was going on with her. In the end, he needed to know what had changed between them. Ben decided that the had to see her and ask if he could help.

Susannah found him waiting outside of her dorm room when she returned from her job on Friday afternoon. She had known she couldn't just ignore Ben forever, at some point she had decide what to tell him. But she hadn't expected to find him sitting outside her room. When she initially refused to make eye contact, he knew there was something wrong.

"Susannah, I'm sorry," he began. "I know there's something wrong, I just..."

"It's okay," she said, finally looking at him. "Why don't you come in?"

He followed her tentatively into the room, wondering what was happening. Had she grown tired of him and now wanted to break up? Had she found someone else? Was he making her move too fast? "Why don't we have a seat on the bed, there's something I have to tell you," she said softly.

She sat next to him, but apart, her hands folded neatly in her lap and her eyes downcast. She wouldn't look at him, and that worried him the most. And then she started to tell him the story, every bit of it. She started with Olive surprising her in the sorority house, and led him through the talk with Mary and to the game Olive had gotten her to play. Early on, Ben knew the story was leading somewhere bad, but at the conclusion, it was both different and much worse that he had imagined. By the time Susannah got to the part where Brandon had cum on her face, she was stumbling over her words and little tears were rolling down her cheeks. She wasn't sure if she wanted him to put an arm around her and tell her it was alright or just not touch her. But she certainly didn't like the complete silence that filled the room when she was done talking. She could see the stunned look on his face, but she wanted him to say SOMETHING!

"So do you like this guy, Brandon?" Ben finally asked.

"NO! Of course not," Susannah replied quickly. "He's just a jerk."

"But you let that... asshole cum on your face."

"Can't you see that I'm sorry!" she replied, surprised at her own rising anger. Why was she so mad at Ben? They both wondered.

"Okay fine, you just did it because Olive made you," he plowed onward. "So quit the stupid sorority and just forget about those girls."

"I can't!"

"Why not?" he shot back, exasperated. "You hate those stupid girls, and look at the things they make you do! You want to be a PART of that filthy house?! You actually WANT to call Olive your sister?!"

"I can't! It's complicated..."

"How?" he demanded.

She searched her feelings and knew that what he was saying made sense. But it was more than that. It was the pledge sisters she had come to like so much. They fought for her, and she fought for them. The sorority was Olive, but it was Mary too, and Kelly. It was comfort and camaraderie at its best and worst. And she had worked so hard to make it so far. "I just... can't walk away," she said finally.

"I'll quit the Beta's too if it will make it easier. It can be just you and me, and we'd be happier," Ben tried.

But she knew it could never just be the two of them. "We barely just met, Ben," she said.

That wounded him. "So what then?" he asked of her. "You want me to just say it's alright and we can keep on going? I'll forget any of this happened and not think less of your sisterhood because they make you do sick, fucked up shit like this?"

Even if that was what she wanted, she knew it could never be that simple. She had never heard Ben swear so much, and his obvious anger unnerved her. And it saddened her, because she knew it was at least partly her fault. "I don't know what I want," she said finally. "I don't know why stuff like this happens. It's not fair. I just want us to be okay."

Finally she looked up at him, soft blue eyes brimming with tears. It softened the anger in his heart. But rather than feeling better, Ben just felt burning jealousy rise up inside of him to take the place of his anger. "You're willing let some guy you just met come on your face," he said coolly. "If you won't quit the people that made you do that, then how do we make this okay?"

"I don't know," she responded, "You tell me."

"How am I supposed to not worry that you'll go out and do something like this again tomorrow? How do I know you didn't really like this guy and that's why you let him cum all over you?"

"I don't know Ben!" Susannah yelled, sad and exasperated. "I don't know how I can prove that to you beyond telling you that I'm sorry it happened and that guy means nothing to me. I'd let you cum on my face a thousand times before I ever let Brandon touch me again."

Ben felt a stirring of passion in his loins, but his anger and jealousy still made him burn. "You've barely let me touch you in two weeks, and now because you let some other guy touch you, suddenly you'll let me cum on your face?"

"I don't know what you want Ben!" Susannah cried, the tears beginning to spilling down her soft, pale cheeks again as her voice faltered. "I let you touch me because I loved it when you touched me. You played with my boobs all the time... HERE!" She didn't know why she did it, but she pulled up the bottom of her shirt and lifted both her shirt and her bra over the tops of her full breasts. Her firm boobs popped free into Ben's view, her little pink nipples looking ripe and perky. Susannah's shirt and bra sat teasingly atop her smooth, round globes.

Ben was running on raw emotion now, and his arousal helped at least temporarily block out the terrible pain of his anger and jealousy. Ben's mouth lept towards Susannah's left breast, and she made no move to stop him. His hot wet mouth closed over her sensitive nipple, and she felt him suck it firmly between his lips. She gasped. He was sucking hard on the top of her sensitive breast, the sensation was so arousing that it was almost painful. Ben slathered her nipple with his tongue while it was trapped in his hot, sucking mouth. Then he switched to her other breast, flicking at her nipple with the tip of his tongue while his finger tips closed around the slippery nipple that his mouth had just left behind. While Ben flicked his strong tongue all over her left breast, Susannah felt him pulling softly at her sensitive nipple on her right breast. She moaned and laid back for him. 

Ben practically tore his pants off, and then he was crouching over her, his rapidly inflating cock dangling above her face. Ben pointed his cock head at Susannah's lips, and she willingly took the tip of his thick meat into her wet, sucking mouth. He groaned as he watched the top of his cock disappear into Susannah's wet mouth, tears still pooling in her eyes as she sucked in her soft cheeks around his big, hard dick. He had wanted this so badly, dreamed of it so many times. And yet here he was, his hard cock sliding between Susannah's soft pink lips while her beautiful blue eyes looked up at him, and something about it felt so wrong. Susannah lifted and dropped her head as much as she could, since she was laying on her back. She took one or two inches of his big dick into her hot mouth at a time, her tongue slithering against the underside of his cock head as she wondered what she had become to him now. Was she just an object now, to be used? Had she lost the affection and caring of this tender boy by stupidly allowing another man to do to her? 

Ben turned his upper body so he could reach over her body and begin lightly pulling on Susannah's hard nipples as her head moved up and down on his throbbing pole. Then he began thrusting his hips forward, shoving a couple of inches of his cock in and out of Susannah's sucking mouth. Brandon picked up the pace of his thrusts, worried that she might gag on his thick meat, but not caring. All he cared about now was the slippery sensation of her tongue and cheeks sliding back and forth on his sensitive cock skin. Susannah just laid there and took it, like she had willing laid there and taken so much else. He could feel his orgasm building, the little tingles of arousal tickling his loins. It was so erotic, fucking her willing face while toying with her nipples, her blue eyes looking back at his. He grabbed up hand fulls of her firm breasts and pulled. 

Susannah moaned deeply, so angry with the way he was using her body but inflamed by it nonetheless. Her moans sent little vibrations running up and down his cock, and he felt the orgasm approaching. He pulled his cock out of her mouth and began jacking his hard tip rapidly with his closed hand. Ben looked down into Susannah's blue eyes and said, "Tell me you want me to cum on your face."

"Cum on my face, Ben," Susannah obediently replied in a soft voice. 

"Tell me you WANT ME to cum on your face!" he demanded.

"I want your cum on my face. Please, Ben, cum on my face," she responded softly.

He cried out, watching her obedient blue eyes and willing pink lips as he covered them with cum. His hot, white sperm coated her lips and splattered around her nose. His spunk pooled over her eyes, mixing with her tears as his last droplets plopped onto her forehead. She felt her face coated again with hot cum, and she began to cry in earnest. 

Ben was so turned on and so horrified as Susannah began to sob. Her beautiful, friendly, angelic face was coated in his sperm, and it began to drip away with her tears. He found her tissue box and passed it to her, and she tried to frantically wipe the mess off her face. She was crying and upset about what they had just both allowed to happen. All she wanted was to see him and for him to hold her. But he was too upset with himself for what he had done to her, and upset with what she had done with Brandon. The first time they had touched each other in this room, everything had felt so right. What they had just done felt so wrong. Ben dressed quickly, and before Susannah could even finish cleaning her face, he was walking out of her room. Susannah covered herself with a sheet and cried there on her bed until her roommate came home. 

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An uncomfortable and unhappy dance proceeded between Ben and Susannah. Ben was absolutely horrified by the emotions that had overtaken him in Susannah's bedroom, and the way he had just used her. He had never been so angry as he felt in the moments after she had admitted her encounter with Brandon. And almost instantly after his orgasm, Ben had never felt so ashamed. Susannah was deeply embarrassed by the things she had allowed to happen to her and the way she had so willingly betrayed Ben. They both knew they had hurt each other.

But weeks passed without Ben and Susannah speaking to each other. E-mails and phone calls were exchanged, but they never managed to truly connect with each other. Ben was the first to reach out, but found Susannah cold and unresponsive to his messages. When Susannah realized that she was making a mistake and suggested meeting for coffee, Ben was angry with her and suspicious of her change of heart. So Susannah lost herself in her classes, and Ben filled his free time with work and pledging. Ben came close to giving up on Susannah, rationalizing that one girl could not possibly be so important to his life. Then both learned that they were going to be drawn together after all.

The Betas and the Kappas both decided that they were organizing Spring Break trips to southern Florida. The two organizations did not normally vacation together, but this year their social leaders had both decided to travel to Florida for the break. Pledges of both Greek organizations were encouraged, but not required, to attend. Both Ben and Susannah, despite busy schedules, decided to join the trip. Hearing that their two groups were coordinating a trip led both to secretly hope that the vacation would somehow bring them back together.

Once in Florida, they did not have to wait long. Although the two groups travelled separately to the beach front hotel where they were staying, both groups chose to spend the first full day out on the beach. The girls were already sunning themselves and starting a beach volleyball game by the time the boys arrived. Ben spotted Susannah's fair skin and light blond hair long before he reached the sand. Susannah was trying not to be so obvious, eagerly looking for Ben, but her heart still skipped a beat when her eyes finally found him heading for some beach chairs. He was all toned, lean muscles in her eyes, and a handsome face. She had never met someone before who was attractive and yet completely lacking arrogance. Or maybe she was just falling hard for him.

Their fellow pledges knew what was happening, even if no one said a word about it. Ben and Susannah's complicated dance continued, aided subtly by their friends who were happy to help orchestrate time together for the cute couple. A beach volleyball game started involving both groups, and Ben and Susannah ended up on the same team. Supportive comments to one another during the game and a few high fives between points helped melt the wall of ice that had grown between them. When the two groups decided to take a break for lunch, one of Susannah's fellow pledges asked Susannah if she would stay a little longer at the beach with her to enjoy the water. Matt did the same for Ben.

And so the couple found themselves in chest high water, floating up and down with the rolling waves. Ben could not take his eyes off of Susannah's body, on display in a little brown bikini. Her toned arms and flat stomach shimmered in the water, and her big, round, beautiful breasts stuck out proudly from her thin frame. Her blue eyes twinkled when she smiled at him, her little body riding effortlessly up and down in the waves. Ben was so lost in Susannah's beauty that he had failed to notice their friends leaving. He and the girl he wanted to be with so badly were suddenly alone. 




My Sorority Slut Ch. 02



Susannah saw the furtive glances in Ben's eyes and it suddenly dawned on her too that they were alone. In an instant, she went from happily enjoying herself in the warm water to nervous and apprehensive. What was she supposed to say to this boy that she had stupidly avoided for so long? 

Ben beat her to it. "Susannah... what happened that night," he began uncertainly. She started to speak, wanting to tell him it was okay, wanting to tell him that she understood more than he knew. But the words caught in her throat. He held up a hand, indicating that he wanted to continue. "I shouldn't have done what I did. Not the way that I did."

They were facing each other in the water, Ben's face full of remorse and Susannah's face full of sadness. "Ben, it's not your fault... I let it happen. It's not like I didn't enjoy it."

Ben was upset, "You have to stop LETTING things happen!" he said, more forcefully than he intended. "I shouldn't have done what I did and you shouldn't have let me do it. I care so much about you." Now it was his turn for the words to catch in his throat. He looked away, unable to face her beautiful, blue eyes while his mind searched for the words to describe his emotions. "I told you I would always be honest with you, and I've never cared about someone before the way I care about you. You... make me so happy. But I don't want you to just LET me be with you, I want you to want to be with me too."

Susannah's small hand rested softly on Ben's shoulder. "I do want to be with you, Ben," she said very softly over the sound of the crashing waves. "I really do."

"Then please, Susannah," he begged. "Stop letting things happen to you. If you want to be with me, then be with just me. I told you, I'll quit pledging, I'll quit whatever, if it means that you and I can still be together. I only want to be with you." 

They embraced in the water, Susannah's arms sliding happily around Ben's waist and Ben's big arms wrapping around Susannah's thin shoulders. She leaned up and kissed him softly on the lips. She was aware that half the beach could see them where they were standing, so she grasped his strong hand in hers and said, "Let's go get some lunch." They walked out of the water hand in hand.

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After lunch, the afternoon was filled with more fun on the beach. While the Beta's decided to play a game of touch football, most of the Kappa's decided that the heat and beating rays of the sun were too much for physical activity. The girls chose to sun themselves on the sand. Looking over the group of girls soaking in the sun, their bodies on display in tiny little bikinis, Ben had to admit that they were an attractive collection of women. But the one who always caught his eye, the one who Ben could not stop looking at, was Susannah. Susannah and her fellow pledges all noticed that, every time Ben looked over in their direction, he was looking at Susannah. 

Towards the end of the afternoon, Ben and Susannah again found themselves enjoying the ocean together. They were trying not to be obvious about their rekindled love affair. They didn't want to draw attention from the brothers and sisters, and they certainly didn't want to become a target again for Olive. So they pretended to swim as part of a big group, splashing in the small, cool waves, while they held hands underwater. Every once in a while, Ben's hand would brush against Susannah's firm, smooth but, or her hand would stroke his toned chest. They would both stop and smile at each other, with the others in the group unaware of their secret caresses.

The two groups decided to split up for dinner before getting ready for a night out. As her pledge sisters were primping and applying their make up for the evening, Susannah texted Ben and asked if he could meet her at the rear stairwell to the hotel. The last streaks of red were fading from the sky when he found her, wearing a black halter top and short grey skirt. Her blue eyes lit up when she saw him, and she smiled.

She was in his strong arms before he could say a word, their bodies meeting in the doorway that led to the beach. Ben drew Susannah's little frame close to him as their lips met, her soft kisses becoming more insistent and forceful as his lips returned her affections. She had missed his powerful arms and the way he grinned like a child at Christmas every time she kissed him. He had missed the smell of her hair, the soft skin of her neck, and the way she sighed whenever he held her close to his body. Susannah lost herself in Ben's kisses and caresses, delighting when one of his hands slid up her waist and gently cupped one of her full breasts through her halter top. She was so happy to be with him again that she almost forgot where she was, until a strong breeze reminded her that anyone on the beach could have been watching them.

She stepped forward to allow the stairwell door to close behind her, and Ben took that as his cue to explore her body in earnest. His lips kissed their way don her warm neck as his hand on her chest slipped under her shirt. Susannah offered no protest as his firm palm cupped her full breast through the silky lining of her bra, and she moaned when his thumb felt for her nipple beneath the fabric. He had the bra off faster that either of them expected, and then his blue eyes were looking up into hers as his hot, wet mouth closed over her sensitive nipples. He had pushed her top to the side and was slathering her firm, smooth tit flesh with his hot tongue. She gasped when she felt his soft lips close around her hardening nipple, but remained intently focused on his blue eyes even as his wet tongue stroked flames of pleasure within her by lapping at her nipple. Ben switched to her other breast, Susannah's boobs now completely exposed out in the stairwell as his mouth suckled on her other round melon. His fingers closed over the smooth, slippery nipple that his mouth had just left, and his fingers pinched her little nip. Ben loved the feeling of her smooth, full breasts on his mouth and hands, while her whole body felt on fire from his stimulation of her chest.

"Oh Ben," Susannah moaned, her fingers running through his brown hair. "I want you so badly."

"I want you too," Ben responded, and she could see the burning desire in his eyes. 

"Let's go somewhere," she suggested hazily as his fingers continued to pull gently at her nipple. "There's got to be an empty room somewhere..."

"No," Ben responded firmly, "I want to make you cum right here."

"But..." she began, but then her bare back was firmly pressed up against the cool wall. Ben's toned body was against hers, one strong palm firmly cupping her breast. His other hand was sliding up her smooth thigh and pulling her skirt upwards. She considered another attempt at protest, but then his lips were on hers once again and she was drowning in his kisses. She spread her legs for him, and his fingers felt the heat of her sex through her underwear. Ben easily slid the little thong aside, and his big fingers tickled at her wet pussy lips. She was positively dripping. Her body was so aroused, his lips on her lips, his fingers on her nipples, his fingers on her pussy, that she cried out involuntarily when his finger tips brushed against her clit. And that's when he knew he had her.

Ben tickled gently but insistently with his fingers, rubbing at the tip of the hard, wet little nub he felt between Susannah's legs. He could feel her chest sucking in air as she gasped in response, and his hand closed firmly around her big breast. Susannah's pale cheeks were flushed and her blue eyes seemed to be glowing like embers as he tickled her clit. He loved the sight of her, pushed up against the wall of a stair well, round breasts proudly sticking out, skirt hiked up to her waist. She was grinding against his fingers now, trying to rub her hot, wet slit against his whole hand. Their eyes locked as he stared at the wanton sight of her, and she was turned on by this beautiful sweet boy who loved pleasuring her so much.

"Oh... Ben..." she managed to pant as she rode his fingers.

"Cum for me, Susannah," Ben encouraged, his hand on her sensitive nipples, his fingers rubbing softly but insistently on her sensitive bud.

"Oh!" she panted, her heart and her loins ablaze with desire for him. She felt the blazing orgasm nearing as his fingers rubbed insistently at her clit. And then the damn burst and she was cumming and cumming and cumming. Her hand pulled his head firmly to her shoulder so she could lean her own head against his strong chest as she rode his talented fingers through her orgasm. She felt her legs buckle, but he held her against the wall, his strong body surrounding her and protecting her as she came. 

Susannah was almost out of breath by the time her senses returned to her, she had been panting so much during her orgasm. But she knew what she wanted, and her fingers dove to the front of Ben's shorts. Ben was eager to help her lower his zipper, but then a door opened somewhere in the stairwell above them. When Ben and Susannah heard chattering female voices overhead and footsteps clearly descending down the stairwell, Ben was suddenly helping Susannah cover herself. Her top and skirt were pulled back into place, and she managed to retrieve her bra and hide it behind her back before the girls reached the ground floor. Luckily, they were strangers, and barely glanced at Ben and Susannah as they walked out the stairwell door to the beach. 

Startled by nearly being caught, Ben did not know what to do. Susannah smiled, reached up on her tip toes, and gave him a light peck on the lips. "I think we're running late to meet our friends," she said with a smile, "But I promise I will take care of you later, and you will love it."

"You promise?" Ben asked.

"If we have to do it out on the beach tonight where anyone walking by could see us, I promise I will still make you cum at least once tonight."

Ben embraced Susannah's thin frame in his strong arms and gave her one last squeeze. Then she was hurrying off, back up the stairs, to rejoin her sisters.

As she hurried into her room, Susannah could not help but grin like a kid in a candy store. She had missed Ben and had been so happy to find that he had missed her. Her heart felt full to overflowing with happiness at the thought of being with him again, but her happy thoughts were dashed when she walked back into her hotel room. Olive, the last person on Earth she wanted to see right then, was standing in the little living room of the hotel suite. Susannah's pledge sisters caught her look of dismay as the smile vanished from her face, and they tried to warn her with their eyes. But it was too late. She was back to being stuck in Olive's orbit, like a satellite that couldn't quite escape the pull of the planet. 

Olive flashed one of her too-big, fake smiles and cooed, "Suuuuuusannah! So happy you made it back."

"Hey Olive," Susannah responded, trying her best not to sound completely cold in her reply.

Either ignorant of Susannah's unhappiness or pretending not to notice, Olive beckoned Susannah to the little coffee table set in the center of the room. After realizing what was set up on that coffee table, Susannah could not believe how many shots of alcohol Olive had arranged. There had to be about forty little plastic shot glasses filled with what appeared to be liquors of various colors. Thinking maybe she had misunderstood, Susannah glanced around the hotel room, looking for other sisters. But her looks confirmed that it was just Olive, Susannah, three other pledges, and the rude older sister who loved to complain that freshmen were all stupid.

"I have a great surprise for my little pledges," Olive said, with what appeared to be genuine glee. "I'm going to show you girls how to have a proper pre-party. We're going to listen to a mix of my favorite songs for getting pumped up before heading out to the club, and at the start of every song we're going to do a shot together."

"Is it just going to be the six of us? Are we going to do ALL of those shots?" Susannah blurted out.

"Don't be an idiot, pledge!" the older sister roared. "You should be thanking us!" 

"Tiffany!" Olive snapped. To Susannah's surprise, Olive seemed genuinely angry at the older sister, glaring at Tiffany. Then Olive turned her attention back to Susannah. "We're all on vacation here, so none of you are obligated to do anything. But I really did hope this would be an opportunity for us all to bond together as sisters. Tiffany and I spent a lot of money getting some good liquor to share with you all for this pre-party."

The look of sincere humility on Olive's face made Susannah reconsider. It would be a huge slight, even if she wasn't obligated to take the shots, for Susannah to refuse liquor offered in friendship from one of the sisters. And maybe Olive was truly trying to extend an olive branch to Susannah. In the end, Susannah quickly decided that she had Ben waiting for her at the club either way, so she'd be happy to play along with whatever game Olive had in mind at the moment. "Thank you Olive, that was very nice of you," Susannah finally said, "This sounds like fun."

Olive clapped her hands in excitement at Susannah's agreement, and then the music started up. The first shot Susannah downed did taste very good, sweet and fruity. But as she listened to the quick, driving beat of the first song on Olive's mix, Susannah realized there was more liquor in the shot than she had anticipated. She could feel a little buzz developing in her head, and then suddenly the first song was ending and all the girls were taking a second shot. Every shot ended up tasting pretty good, Olive had been honest about spending good money for decent liquor. But Susannah and all of her fellow pledges were clearly not as experienced with heavy drinking as Olive and Tiffany. By shot three, the girls were dancing around the little hotel room, Susannah having a hard time remembering why she disliked Olive so much in the first place. By shot six, Susannah felt like she was floating, like her feet were barely touching the ground. All of the pledges declined the seventh and final shot. Susannah realized she was sweating a little from dancing so much, and she felt just a bit dizzy. 

The music stopped and Susannah realized someone had opened the apartment door. There were other sisters outside, laughing happily at the drunk pledges dancing around the hotel room. Everyone was leaving for the club. But Olive gathered the girls in the room together for one last surprise.

"We're not riding in some smelly taxi to the club," Olive said with a smile. "I met a group of yummy boys down on the beach today and they're going to the same club. They agreed to give us a ride in their HUMMER LIMO!"

At least two of Susannah's pledge sisters squealed in excitement, but something in the back of Susannah's mind didn't like the sound of this plan. Some part of Susannah didn't like the idea of being separated from most of her sisters, especially if it meant going somewhere with Olive. But there was no time to object. Hyper and excited from the liquor and the dancing, Susannah followed her fellow pledge sisters out of the hotel room. 

Susannah never recalled going down the stairs or walking out of the hotel. Her next clear memory was of a huge, stretch hummer limo sitting in the parking lot. Susannah was being ushered into the open doorway of the vehicle, while the sisters around her alternatively asked how Olive had gotten a hummer limo and if they could also catch a ride. Olive made it clear that this was a perk reserved for her favorites, and the other girls started to yell good natured insults at each other. Those were the last things Susannah heard before she was into the limo.

There were at least ten big, muscular college boys waiting inside the vehicle. Football players, Susannah thought, so predictable of Olive. Even with the huge interior space, it was going to be a tight fit adding in six girls. The boys were all smiles and welcoming remarks, and Susannah was the second sister to enter the limo, so Susannah moved to a space all the way near the front of the limo. She spotted a little seat space between two of the big men, but when she quickly moved to sit, either she misjudged herself in her intoxicated state or the mischievous boy in the corner had moved over at the last second. She found herself sitting in the lap of one of the young men. While some part of her knew it was wrong to be sitting like that, she was drunk and happy, so she just sat back in the guy's lap. He never protested. Plus, her little pledge sister Cassie appeared to also be sitting in the lap of one of the guys. The next thing Susannah knew, the door to the limo had closed and the car was moving.

There were some giggly introductions inside the car as the vehicle started it's journey. The boys confirmed that they were members of a football team, from some college in Georgia. Neon lights inside the limo flashed and changed colors overhead, like the group was already inside a club. Susannah was quickly distracted from the conversation by the young man whose lap she was sitting on. She realized that she had partially sat on his hand, and lifted herself briefly so she could free his trapped appendage. But instead of pulling his hand free, the young man cupped one of her firm buttocks with his palm.

"Hey!" Susannah protested playfully. "I did that so you could get your hand back."

"I don't want to have my hand back as much as I want to feel you," the boy whispered back with a big smile.

Just then, one of the other guys in the limo shouted, "Hey, how about we make this more fun and kill the lights in here?" Despite squeals of playful protests from the girls, the lights inside the limo were extinguished a moment later. 

Susannah felt her seat mate's hand sliding up her bare thigh and pulling back up her leg, working it's way under her skirt. "Hey, stop that," she said, noticing the lack of conviction in her own voice. Her head was swimming a bit, and when she turned to her side to try to get away from his hand, she placed her arm on a strong chest with bulging muscles. Those muscles sure felt yummy beneath her fingers. That brief moment of indecision allowed the young man to slip his fingers between Susannah's legs. The limo was total darkness around them, with only brief dim flashes as the moving vehicle and its heavily tented windows passed under streetlights. "I don't want this," Susannah tried.

The young man wrapped a strong arm around Susannah, cradling her little body against his broad chest. His index finger found the thin piece of fabric covering her pussy and slid up and down over the fabric that protected her sex. "If you don't want this," he asked playfully, "then why are you so wet already?"

The hand wrapped around her body cupped the side of Susannah's full breast and squeezed gently at her firm tit flesh. Her head was still swimming with the alcohol and her body was responding to the boy's attention. What should she do?! If she complained loudly then people would look at her and see her cradled like a lover in this stranger's arms. She was having trouble thinking straight, and the little finger searching insistently for her clit wasn't helping at all. Maybe if she stayed still, no one would notice anything in the darkness and the boy would just leave her alone. But then his probing fingers found the hard nub of her clit and he circled it gently but forcefully with his finger tip.

"Ungh," Susannah grunted, trying not to betray her arousal. He could just make out in a flash of dim light that she was biting her soft little lips and her cheeks appeared flushed. "This is wrong," she whispered desperately.

"What, THIS is wrong?" he whispered back, his finger rubbing and circling her clit. "This is wrong?" he whispered, pushing her little thong aside and making direct contact with her dripping wet pussy. "THIS is wrong?" he asked, his finger tip beginning to flick gently over the top of her exposed clit.




My Sorority Slut Ch. 03



Susannah's head was pounding when she woke, every one of her heart beats a stab of pain in her temples. Her eyes were closed but they still hurt. Her face hurt. Her stomach hurt. She had gotten a minor concussion once playing soccer, and wondered briefly, as her senses slowly returned to her, if she had again sustained some sort of injury. Then it came back to her. "Olive," she muttered in a quiet curse, feeling her dry mouth twinge in pain as she spoke.

When she opened her eyes, the real shock began. Her vision was a little hazy, but she could clearly tell that she wasn't in her own hotel room. Her stomach plummeted inside her. What had she done last night?! But sitting on a chair at the foot of the bed was Mary, her pledge mother. "There's our party girl," Mary said soothingly as Susannah stirred.

Sunlight was streaming in through a sliding glass door that led to a balcony overlooking the beach. "What time is it?" Susannah asked.

"Almost eleven," Mary responded as she stood and walked over to the bed. Mary pressed an object into Susannah's hand, which Susannah eventually recognized as her cell phone. "You need ANYTHING at all, even help walking back to your room, you call me, okay?"

Susannah was confused. "Okay," she responded softly, even the sound of her own voice causing her ears to pound.

Even more confusingly, Mary turned away and began to walk towards the door. "He's a really great guy," Mary said as she moved towards the door of the room. "He stayed up with you all night, and wouldn't let anyone move you. That's why I'm trusting him with you, because he'll be nice and respectful, right?"

"Absolutely," came a male voice next to her. Susannah looked over and for the first time realized that Ben was sitting on the bed next to her. 

Susannah was bundled under the bed covers and felt like she was still wearing her outfit from the night before. As she rubbed the sleep from her eyes, Susannah noticed that Ben had changed into a shirt and shorts and looked like he had taken a shower. "You watched over me last night?" she asked with a smile.

Ben frowned and looked down at his hands. "Yes, but there's something you need to know. Our friends guessed we might want some time alone to talk, which is why they left us alone here." He hesitated.

"What happened?" Susannah asked, still confused. "Did we hook up or something while we were drunk?"

Ben looked into her blue eyes again briefly, his face a mask of worry and concern. He hesitated again, and then deflected by saying, "No, but why were you with that guy in the car anyway?"

"That's what I came here to tell you," Susannah said, trying to sit up. Her head swam when she moved, so she just lay back down. She started her story from the point where she had tried to get out of the limo, pausing occasionally because it hurt her brain to try to recall her memories of the previous night. At one point, she went back and explained about how Olive had encouraged the girls to take so many shots. Then she went back to Olive in the limo, the boy cumming on her foot, and her stumbling out of the limo. "I tried to chase after you to explain," Susannah pleaded, "but I couldn't find you so I came here."

Ben was quiet again, and Susannah just let him sit in his silence for a moment. Finally, he began, "There's something you should know." Then out came his story, spilling from his lips in an unending stream of words. He spoke rapidly, wanting to get it all out because he was afraid he would lose his courage somewhere in the telling. He shared how hurt and angry and broken he had felt when he saw Susannah draped around a stranger the night before. He talked about taking shots and dancing with Kelly, and by that time Susannah knew where the story was heading. She felt a cold queasiness in her stomach as he spoke, something she could not attribute to her hangover. He shared everything about what had happened in Kelly's room the night before, ending with his walk back and discovering Susannah in his room. Finally, he said, "I promised I would be completely honest with you, and I intend to honor that promise even if it means you never want to speak to me again after this."

Susannah was stunned, her eyes filling with tears. Her head still swimming a bit, she reached for a glass of water on the nearby night stand and drank deeply. Then she told her own story, coming clean completely about what had happened in the limo the night before.

A heavy, ominous silence hung in the room when they were done speaking. For a moment, neither said a word, and both avoided looking at each other. Susannah looked out the glass door to the bright sunshine and beautiful ocean beyond, while her tears began to fall. 

Finally, Ben said, "Maybe we were just never meant to be together."

"No!" Susannah said sharply and defiantly. She looked into his eyes, and when their blue eyes met, they could see the tears welling up in each other. "That can't be the answer because I love you."

"What?!" Ben coughed, completely unprepared for her response.

"This is a stupid way to say it and a stupid place for me to tell you, but I will never forgive myself if I don't. I love you, Ben. In all the shit last night and all the crap I had to take, it was the one thing I was sure of. It was the reason I ran after you and came all the way here to find you. I've never said it to any other boy before, but I know it with absolute certainty and clarity. I love you."

"All this stuff that happens to us..." Ben began quietly.

But Susannah wasn't hearing any of that from him. "... is just life and shit," she said, interrupting his thought. "Shit happens, and I don't know why it happens so much to me. I don't understand why shit happens to good people just as much as it happens to bad. And I don't know why it happens so much to you. Maybe it's because I just take it all and I let it happen, but I'm telling you I'm done with that. Last night I finally realized what really matters to me, and it's that you make me happy and I LIKE you and I LIKE being with you. That's all I care about. So maybe you don't feel the same way, or maybe all this crap is just too hard for you. Or maybe I've done too many stupid things for you to forgive it all. But I think that the only thing that should matter is how you feel."

"If we're good for each other, then why do we always end up here, in some disaster?" he responded. "I've never cared about someone the way I care about you, Susannah. But why can't we just have a normal relationship and be with each other?"

"Look at the way we met, Ben!" she replied. "Nothing about our relationship has been normal, starting from the first night I met you. But what I'm saying to you now is, I have a lot of regrets. I regret what happened that night we met, but I DON'T regret meeting you. I DON'T regret anything I've done with you, because I can look inside myself now and see that I truly enjoyed my time with you. Yesterday and last night, I realized that all that matters is how two people feel about each other, and you can work out the rest. And I love you."

She paused, looking at him uncertainly. Even with her hair a mess, bags under her eyes, her pale hangover face completely devoid of color, he knew his answer. And the fact that he could look inside himself and see it so clearly, even now when she would probably be embarrassed for any other boy to see her, told him that he knew it was true. "I love you too." He bent down and kissed her softly on her warm forehead.

She beamed up at him but said teasingly, "No kiss on the lips?"

"You threw up a couple of times last night, it was a little gross," he retorted, and then they were both laughing. Susannah tried to reach up and grab his shirt, but he darted away from her hand, saying, "I love you, but let's go a little slow on the kissing after barfing."

She shot him a dirty look and he responded by leaning down to draw her body up into his arms. He held her tightly in his strong embrace, their heads nestled against each other. It felt so right to Ben, to be holding her small, soft body in his arms. Despite the pounding hangover, Susannah felt a contented happiness.

"So what do we do now?" Ben asked. "How do we fix this?"

"Now I take care of business and stand up for myself like I should have been doing all along," she replied. 

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Ben took Susannah back to her hotel room to help her clean up. They were alone in the room, and there was a point where Susannah was in the shower and Ben wanted to jump in with her. But his gentlemanly instincts took over and he decided not to push her on this strange morning. Afterward, they went to lunch at a little diner across the street from their hotel. Susannah explained then that she could never feel satisfied or truly happy until she had dealt with Olive and the other forces that had kept tearing them apart. Ben said he understood and offered to help in any way he could, but Susannah told him that it was something she needed to do for herself.

The couple parted with a brief kiss in front of the diner. Feeling Ben's strong lips pressed against hers once again, Susannah was sorely tempted to linger with him there. But she had business pending.

Susannah called Mary to say that she had something she needed to discuss. To her surprise, Mary responded, "Oh good, Susannah. We need to talk to you. Can you come up to my hotel room as soon as possible?" So Susannah headed back into the hotel.

To her surprise, Susannah found Kelly, Mary, her pledge sister Cassie, and her other pledge sister Lilly waiting for her in the hotel room. Susannah could tell from the concerned looks on their faces that something very serious was being discussed. Susannah took a seat on the edge of one of the hotel room beds as Mary told her, "We are having a very serious discussion, Susannah. I'm asking you all to be honest, with the understanding that whatever is discussed in this room will stay between all of us for now. Do you understand?"

"Yes," Susannah replied quietly, still not sure what was happening.

"Good, please continue Cassie," Mary instructed.

"I was so out of it," Cassie said quietly, looking down at her hands forlornly as she spoke. "They made us take too many shots, Olive had to know that. It was crazy and I could barely remember where I was."

"We understand, Cassie," Mary tried to say soothingly. "No one is judging you. Just tell Kelly what you told me earlier."

Cassie looked up uncertainly, but she resumed her story. "After Susannah left the limo... I mean, the guy was all over me. I know I looked up at one point and Olive was watching, her arms around that idiot that she was hooking up with last night. I know I didn't say no or anything, but I was basically out of it. I thought we were just fooling around, you know, making out and going a little further. But then... he was inside of me. I don't even remember him getting my underwear off. I just sort of... came around at one point and realized that he was fucking me. And he wasn't fooling around about it, he was just going at me. 

"I tried to tell him that I didn't want that, but I know I was just mumbling. I know I was stupid, I shouldn't have let it get to that. And I wasn't fighting him off or anything... I mean... maybe once it started to happen I wanted to let it keep happening. It didn't feel terrible. But the worst part... the absolute worst part, was that Olive was standing over me cheering this guy on. I mean she was being really fucked up about it. I could have handled the rest... but Olive... it just pisses me off."

"You have to tell Kelly what she was doing," Mary instructed in the best compassionate voice that she could muster.

Cassie had been looking at her hands while talking, and it was clear that she didn't want to look anyone in the eye while she told them all what had happened the previous night. But she obeyed her pledge mother and continued, "She was standing over me while this guy was fucking me, saying all this fucked up shit. She was like, 'fuck that stupid pledge,' and, 'show this slut that she's a slut.' You know, really fucked up things to be saying. She called me a dumb tramp or something and high fived the guy who was fucking me, while he was fucking me, standing right over me! That was not right. At one point, my legs were up in the air a little, and like I said, I was kind of out of it. Olive starts holding my legs up, spreading them open, and telling the guy, 'fuck this dumb bitch.'"

Cassie's story was building steam and the anger was rising in her voice. "And at the end, Olive tells the guy to cum on my face! That stupid... I mean, I'm sorry, but she's a stupid bitch. That dumb bitch Olive actually tells the guy to mess up the pledge's face with cum. I told him not to, but of course he pulls out and puts all his gross shit on my face. It got all over my eyes. And then Olive and the two guys left me there! They just got out of the cab and left. I had to use napkins from the back of the limo to clean my face, and by that point, the damned limo driver was pissed that all these douche bag guys had cum in the back of his limo. I was so embarrassed... I just took a cab back here by myself."

"That is NOT right," Mary said angrily to Kelly. 

"Mary," Kelly said sternly. "Just wait. Lilly, I believe you had something you wanted to tell us."

Lilly was the other pledge who had been forced to wear a bikini in Olive's room the night of the football party, and stand there as eye candy while two guys double teamed Olive. Lilly had straight, dirty blond hair that fell part way down her back. She was shorter, maybe 5'3" tall, and had a slim, petite frame with a pretty face. But her little body had some womanly curves, with some full B cup breasts and an attractive curve to her hips. Susannah knew that's what men found so attractive about Lilly, her sexy curves on her petite, little frame.

"A couple of months ago," Lilly began, "Olive caught me... short cutting some of my cleaning duties. I mean, I was really busy then, and I know I shouldn't have done it, but I just sort of rushed through cleaning the bathroom I was assigned with a wet towel. Olive caught me doing it and threatened to raise hell. She said she was going to take me up before the executive board. She reminded me of the crap she pulled with Susannah and getting the whole pledge class in trouble. I tried to apologize, tell her I would redo everything, and I begged her not to take it out on the rest of the class. But she wasn't hearing any of it.

"So she offered to make me a deal. She said she was going on a date later that week with some new guy and he had a friend he wanted to set up with someone. She said if I went along and made it a double date so her new guy would be happy, she would forget she caught me trying to get out of my chores. She made it sound all innocent, like I could just go along and humor the guys, and who knows maybe I might even like the guy. It sounded much better than the alternative, so I agreed.

"Her guy's name was some tool name like Tristan or something. The guy she set me up with was Jake. Tristan was cute, but he was a total tool. And Jake was both a tool and unattractive. We went out for drinks in town, and it was all fine. I thought it was going to end there, but then Tristan says he has this nice car and he invites us to go on a little moonlight drive outside of town. I didn't want to go, but Olive basically threatened me and told me our deal wasn't over yet. So I went along. Tristan drives a Camero, so Jake and I got in the back. Jake was trying to get touchy during the drive, but I kept pushing him off. He was really stupid aggressive, I had to slap his hands a couple of times. 

"Tristan drove us out to Pullman Park, the scenic overlook road there, and he parked at one of the scenic spots. He had barely parked and Olive was leaning over the seat to make out with the guy. She practically jumped in his lap. It was a... well, pardon me for stating it, but it was a whore move. Jake thought that was some kind of signal, so he leans over and jumps on me. His hands were everywhere and he was trying to kiss my neck. I kicked him off of me and told Olive I wanted to leave. She barely stopped kissing Tristan long enough to tell me that I was overreacting and to calm down."

Kelly and Mary exchanged a look, and then Lilly continued. "So I got out of the car and walked away a little. I didn't want to be in there. Jake came out after me and is all, 'Where you going baby? What's wrong? Come on, isn't it a pretty night?' and all these other pathetic lines. I just told him to stay away from me. But then Tristan came out of the car, he wanted to know what was going on. So then Olive comes out and she is pissed. She grabbed me by the arm, I mean real strong, and pulls me away so she can bitch at me. She says things are going great with her and Tristan, and if I screw it up for her, then our deal is off and I better believe she's going to make me pay for the cleaning thing. I tell her I'm not just going to sit there and let some asshole grope me. So she tried to talk all soothing to Tristan and Jake plays dumb like he doesn't know what my problem is. In the end, I agree to just sit in the back seat and Jake agrees he won't touch me. 

"I was sitting in the back seat, all pissed off, but now Olive and Tristan were making out on the front hood of the car. It was super slutty, I'm sorry, she just laid back on that hood and he was doing whatever he wanted. Jake comes and sits in the back seat on the other side, and there's a ton of space between us, and I wasn't looking at him, I just refused. But then Jake decides to just whip his tiny little dick out and start jerking off right there in the back seat of the car. He's beating off watching Tristan go to town all over Olive on the hood of the car. So I got out of the car again, Tristan stops to ask me what's wrong, Olive is furious again, I'm furious. Stupid ass Jake is just sitting there with his dick out. Olive is so mad, she orders me back into the car or else. I mean she was insane, her face was all red and she was like foaming at the mouth she was so crazy. She tells me to stop being a prissy baby and get back in the car. Well it was not like I could walk home from there if I wanted, so I got back in the back seat. I told her to tell Jake to stop being a perv, but she tells me to stop being a baby and just look out the window if I have a problem with it. 

"Soon enough, she's on her back on the hood, getting fucked by Tristan. The whole car is rocking back and forth and I'm stuck in the back seat while Jake beats off and is making all these sick moaning noises while he watches Olive. Olive is moaning like a whore on the car and saying all this filthy stuff to Tristan. I just wanted to go home. Tristan thinks some of this is funny, so he moves Olive so she's bent over with her hands on the roof of the car over Jake's window. She has her shirt off by then, and Tristan started doing her from behind. Olive's floppy tits are flapping in front of the window, from Tristan doing her from behind, and Jake's happy as a clam just jacking off while looking out the window. The car's rocking back and forth, Olive is moaning, it was sick. Believe me, I didn't want to see any of it, but I kept having to look over to make sure Jake wasn't getting any ideas.

"Well Olive says she's cumming, so then Tristan cums and finishes. I thought it was over. But when they're done, gross naked Olive opens Jake's door. She tells him she's sorry that I'm such an inexperienced little prude. The bitch... I'm sorry, but she's a bitch... the bitch takes one of his hands, thankfully not the one he's been using to jack off, and puts it right on my boob over my shirt. I was about to punch her but she threatened me again if I didn't just let it happen. Then she takes his little prick in her hand and finishes jacking him off. Thank God he didn't last very long, but he was squeezing my boob as he came. Olive just jerked him off into the dirt outside the car. 




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"I was furious the whole drive back, wouldn't say a word, but Olive kept telling the guys not to mind me. When we got back she said we were even, but if I breathed a word of this to anyone, she would ask the board to consider that I wasn't putting the proper effort into pledging. And then at the end she actually had the nerve to tell me I needed to lighten up."

The burning anger in Lilly's eyes was obvious to everyone, but Mary quickly turned to Susannah and asked her to share what had happened to her last night. Instead, Susannah surprised the other women by sharing the full details of her evening with Olive and Brandon. By the time she was done, Kelly looked horrified and Mary was the one with anger in her eyes. 

"This is not right, this it totally not right," Mary fumed.

"I agree, Mary," Kelly tried to say diplomatically.

"These are MY pledges!" Mary exploded. "She is a total disgrace to this chapter!"

"Not here, not now," Kelly tried to say.

"Something needs to be done about this!"

"This is not the proper place. You and I should talk about this between ourselves."

"And let these pledges, who trusted us, think that this is normal?! That this is okay?"

Kelly sighed, "It's not right, ladies. I know that. But it's also something the board should discuss." Susannah noticed that Kelly hadn't made eye contact with her since Susannah first entered the room.

"This stuff is outrageous! The board would censure her in a heart beat!" Mary exclaimed.

"But for now it's just the word of a groups of pledges against the word of a sister," Kelly responded calmly. "I'm not saying I don't believe you. I'm saying the board would be reluctant to act so strongly against a sister based only on the testimony of pledges, and without any evidence."

"Then let's get some evidence," Susannah spoke up. "We can prove that Olive does these things."

"And how do we do that?" Mary asked, genuinely interested.

"Olive keeps pulling this crap, that's clear. And she hates me, we pledges all know that," Susannah explained. "If we give her the opportunity to pull something like this with me again, I'm sure she would take it. And then you can get all the evidence you need."

There was a pause in the room. Cassie and Lilly were nodding, though looking uncertainly at Susannah. Mary finally said, "It makes sense."

Kelly looked Susannah in the eye for the first time and said, "You don't have to do this, Susannah."

"Yes, I do," Susannah replied firmly. "It's what I should have done in the first place."

The women in the room spent a brief time discussing a basic plan, and then agreed to work on it when they got back from Spring Break. Kelly said she would bring in the sorority executive board, but otherwise everything would be kept between those who were present in the room. The girls swore to each other that they would all keep the whole thing between them until it was over.

When the girls got up to finally leave and rejoin their sisters on the beach, Kelly asked Susannah if she would stay a moment. "Listen, Susannah," Kelly began when they were alone. "Mary told me about you and Ben and what happened last night. I'm really sorry, but I think you should know..."

Susannah sighed, looking at her hands instead of at Kelly so she could collect her thoughts for a moment while Kelly spoke. Then she interrupted and said, "I know everything that happened. He just told me this morning."

"You have to believe," Kelly tried, "I had no idea what was going on between you two. If I had known anything about what was happening I swear..."

"It's okay," Susannah said after another sigh. "I'm not happy about what... you two did. But I can't say I was blameless." Kelly was confused by the response, and watched the emotions flashing over Susannah's face as her pledge tried to find the right words. "I think I learned a lot from what happened, if you can believe that. And I think I'm a different person now because of it, what happened last night. That's why I'm volunteering for this thing with Olive. I know now that I have to fix what I allowed to happen. I have to be responsible for my actions even when my action is just letting something bad happen."

Susannah's voice hardened as she continued, looking up to glare at Kelly straight in the eyes. "But I also want you to know, without any doubt, that Ben is mine. We are together. And if you try anything with him again, I don't care if you are the president of the sorority. Next time, you WILL have to deal with me."

"Absolutely, honey," Kelly said, nodding her head. There was a resolve in Susannah that Kelly hadn't seen before. It was something Kelly could admire. "He's your guy, I fully acknowledge that. And again, I'm sorry."

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Ben and Susannah didn't get to spend time alone again until the final afternoon of the Spring Break trip. Ben was eager to speak to Susannah, but Susannah appreciated the time to think. She wasn't sure yet what she wanted to tell Ben about what she planned to do, or how much she was willing to tell him. And in the meantime, outings with their groups and other obligations kept them from finding time to speak one on one. In the end, Susannah decided that successfully trapping Olive was the most important thing, because it wasn't just Susannah being hurt. Who could know how many pledges Olive had mistreated over the years before Cassie and Lilly decided to speak up. So for the sake of her fellow pledges and any pledges that might follow, Susannah decided that nothing could be allowed to jeopardize her plans. She may not have realized it, or maybe didn't want to admit it to herself, but Susannah was also pleased at the thought of revenge.

Some members of their group were already heading back into the hotel, getting ready for one last evening on break, when Susannah walked up to Ben on the beach. She was wearing her brown bikini, the boys drinking in her womanly curves as she walked along the sand to where Ben was playing a game of volleyball. When she asked if Ben wanted to go for a walk, he abruptly abandoned his game and none of his brothers faulted him for it.

They set off along the sand together, sometimes looking off towards the bright sun that had begun to dip low in the sky. Ben felt awkward just walking along the nearly empty beach with Susannah, but it was Susannah who finally took the initiative and took his hand in hers.

"So what happens now?" Ben asked as he laced his fingers through Susannah's.

"What do you want us to be, Ben?" Susannah asked.

There was barely a pause before he said, "I told you that I wanted you to be my girlfriend."

"Is that what you still want?"

There was no pause before he answered, "Yes."

Susannah smiled, but still asked, "After everything that happened, you still trust me? You still want to be with me?"

"Should I not trust you?"

She looked up at him, her face silhouetted in the bright sunlight. Her blond hair looked like wisps of smoke in the glare off the water. "Can you forgive me and still trust me after what I did?"

"Where is this going?"

"I've forgiven you for what happened with... Kelly," Susannah responded, looking back down the beach while they walked. "I can do that because I know a lot of that was my fault, I helped drive you into that situation. But I want to know that you would never betray me like that again."

"I won't" Ben insisted, again without hesitation.

"And I want to know that you can forgive me for what I've done. It's important that we can trust each other."

Ben stopped walking and held Susannah back with him. He wanted to look at her while they talked. "I trust you and I've forgiven you."

"I'm not trying to be a pain, but why have you forgiven me so easily?"

This time, Ben did look away to think for a moment. "You told me that morning when we talked that this is all about what we want. Since then, I've realized that, whatever else was going on, I've wanted you since even before I met you. I've wanted you since I spotted you down the hallway at that party, before I had even heard you speak. And I do love you. I care about you and want to know that you're doing okay. And I trust you because I feel like I know you. At least, I know that girl who seemed so sweet and genuine and vulnerable when she was talking about her family and her dreams back in her dorm room. I do trust that girl. So is there a reason why I shouldn't trust you?"

Susannah took both of his big hands, with his long, strong fingers, into her little hands. She looked up at him and said, "You should trust me, and I trust you. I promise, I only want to be with you. But I need you to trust me again."

"That doesn't sound good," he said warily.

"I need to do one more thing. I need to right some of the things that have been going very wrong," Susannah said with conviction, looking him in the eyes. "If I can do this thing, I can feel like I made right what happened between us. But I'm afraid I can't tell you what it is until after. Can you trust me?"

"Does this involve you letting a bunch of guys take advantage of you again?" Ben asked.

"I promise, no more LETTING anything happen to me," she replied, "I make my own path in my life."

"Do I get to have you all to myself finally, after this is done?"

"Of course."

"Then I trust you."

Susannah leaned up on her tiptoes in the sand and kissed Ben softly but firmly on the lips. With her chest thrust out as she leaned back to kiss him, Susannah's firm breasts were smashed against Ben's bare chest when she lost her balance on the sand and fell into him.

With a laugh, Ben asked, "Did you wear this bikini for our walk just to make sure you got the right answers from me?"

"I wore it because I know you like it," Susannah responded with a smile. And as she ground her hip against Ben she continued, "And I like that it makes you hard to see me in it." She pushed her hip against the rapidly growing bulge in the front of his swim shorts in case he somehow missed her point.

"Stop it," he said playfully. "I don't want to have to walk back with this thing swinging around."

"Oh poor baby," Susannah replied, running her hands up Ben's inner thigh. 

Ben looked around to confirm that there wasn't anyone nearby watching them. Then he said, "You did promise to take care of me the last time and then left me."

"Oh yeah?" Susannah responded, "So how do you want me to fix that?"

"I don't know," Ben responded, now sheepish. "What do you think we can do?"

Susannah looked up and down the beach and could not see any safe or secluded spots along the shore. "Let's go back to our rooms and see if maybe we can find some privacy there."

Their walk back was quick and eager, though Ben's walking was a little awkward with the excited bulge growing in the front of his swim shorts. His stiffening erection was only further encouraged by the sight of Susannah, wearing very little covering, walking quickly beside him. Her large breasts bounced as she walked rapidly over the sand, her firm smooth globes rising and falling. The bikini top she wore was decently covering, but her smooth breasts were so large that ample amounts of skin on the sides of her breasts were revealed. Susannah's, full, toned legs were also completely on display. The shapely pillars rose to meet her firm, round ass, which was itself barely concealed beneath the fabric of her bottoms. Susannah's pale, flawless skin was shining in a light sheen of sweat from the sun's heat. 

For her part, Susannah was stealing glances at Ben's growing bulge as they walked briskly over the warm sands and back to their hotel. His cock was just so big and thick! What got her really wet was the thought that she was doing this to him, that she was making the pretty cock grow so big and hard.

Rushing back to the hotel, Ben and Susannah almost literally ran into Kelly as she came out of the rear entrances. "Hey guys," Kelly said, mustering her most friendly voice as she found herself trapped in the awkwardness of the situation.

"Hey Kelly," Susannah responded, trying her best to also sound warm and friendly. Ben stood silent, his hand still holding Susannah's.

"You guy's going out with everyone tonight?" Kelly asked.

"Of course," Susannah replied. "Just wanted to spend some time alone together before meeting back up with everyone."

"Alone time as a couple," Kelly said with a smile, "I totally get it." Then a thought crossed Kelly's mind. She really wanted to show Ben and Susannah that she was sorry for interfering in their issues and that she did support them being together. She said, "Hey, I've got an idea. Beth already left for dinner and I'm heading to the store to pick up some mixers to help us finish the last of the liquor before we leave tomorrow. If you guys want some real alone time, I can give you the key to my room. You can have it to yourself for at least thirty or forty minutes until I get back."

"Really?" Susannah responded, genuinely surprised and pleased.

"Yeah, sure," Kelly said. "You two are so cute together, you probably need a little time away from the rest of us. Just... try not to make a mess in our room or anything. And obviously don't touch our stuff. But I'm sure Beth would be fine with it too."

Kelly handed her room card over to Susannah. "I don't know what to say," Susannah said as she took the card.

"Thank you," said Ben, finally speaking up and conveying their gratitude.

"No problem, I'll be back in a bit to get my key back from you," Kelly said with a smile before turning and walking off.

Up in the room, Ben and Susannah felt the cool air conditioning chill the sweat on their bodies. Ben's arms were around Susannah almost immediately after the door closed, his pelvis pressing his bulge against her stomach. But Susannah pushed him away as he tried to kiss her, saying "Hold on."

"What's wrong?" Ben asked.

"I want to be respectful," Susannah said. "Kelly's right, let's not mess up her room."

"So what are we going to do?"

Susannah looked out to the balcony and got an idea. Kelly and Beth had draped their big beach towels over the metal railing, which completely blocked the view of the beach from inside the room. "Let's go out to the balcony," Susannah suggested with a broad smile. "We can watch the sun set, and no one on the shore will be able to see us with those towels over the railing."

"Sounds good to me," said Ben, his erection now so stiff that it was beginning to become uncomfortable in his shorts. "We going to get to finally fool around out there?"

"Yes, silly," Susannah said as she led him through the glass sliding door, "and this way any mess you make won't mess up the room."

As soon as the sliding door had closed again behind them, Ben's arms were again around Susannah. This time, her hands went around Ben's waist as she kissed him firmly and insistently. His tongue probed between her soft lips and she willingly sucked him into her mouth, sucking on the tip of his tongue suggestively. Ben's hands cupped Susannah's firm butt through her bikini bottom, and she loved the feeling of his strong arms encircling her. When one of Ben's hands slid up Susannah's stomach and cupped one of her firm, full breasts, she realized that the few people down on the beach could probably see that he was fondling her boob.

There were two patio chairs out on the balcony, so Susannah pulled them next to each other and said, "Let's sit down so no one on the beach can see you grabbing at my boob."

Ben was happy to oblige and sat in one of the chairs, but the position made it awkward for the two lovers to remain next to each other. At first, Ben and Susannah faced the chairs towards each other. They were making out furiously now, their lips and tongues smacking and dancing together as their hands roamed all over each other's bodies. Susannah felt Ben's toned back muscles while Ben's finger tips played with Susannah's nipples through the fabric of her bikini top. But sitting in the chairs, either their legs bumped and tangled together or they had to scoot back and lean forward towards each other.

Attempting to find a better position, Ben moved his chair so that it was facing the metal railing. From this position, he could kiss up and down Susannah's soft neck as she remained pointed towards him. His hands roamed over her smooth sides and down between her creamy thighs. Susannah's palm pressed against the hard bulge in Ben's shorts, and she sighed quietly as Ben's gentle lips tickled and nibbled at her neck. But again, their legs became tangled as they moved, so Susannah moved her chair so that she was also facing the railing, parallel and right next to Ben's chair.

Growing a little frustrated, Ben pulled down his shorts as Susannah repositioned herself. She turned back just in time to see Ben's large, fully engorged cock spring into view and she moaned. Her hand flew to his shaft, closing around his hard, thick meat. Susannah began to stroke Ben's pole up and down, sliding a little roughly over his un-lubricated skin as his hand slid down between her legs and probed clumsily over the top of her bikini bottoms, searching for her sex. 

"Susannah!" called a loud voice down on the beach. Startled, Susannah released Ben's cock and peered over the railing. Down on the beach below their balcony, Susannah spotted her pledge mother Mary standing with two other Kappa sisters. Mary had her hands on her hips and called up, "I thought that was you. Isn't that Kelly's balcony?"

"Hey Mary," Susannah called down. She may have released her grip on Ben's big cock, but Ben's hands were still rubbing between her smooth thighs. Rather than peer over the edge, Ben had ducked his head out of view when Mary had called out to Susannah. He was now hiding behind the curtain of beach towels. "Yeah, I'm up here with Ben. We wanted to watch the sunset together and Kelly said we could use her balcony so we could talk."

Ben's fingers had found the heat of Susannah's sex and he pressed gently against the hardening nub he found near the top of her pussy mound. Susannah gasped quietly as the bastard had found her clit and was trying to rub it through her bikini bottoms. 

"Cool. Am I interrupting something up there?" Mary asked. "Where's Ben?"

"He went to get a quick drink of water, " Susannah called back down as she tried to slap away Ben's probing fingers. Rather than letting up, Ben smiled a devious smile and dropped to his knees in front of Susannah. Head still hiding behind the towels, Ben slipped one of Susannah's pink nipples free from the fabric of her bikini top. Susannah tried to pull Ben away, but he moved quickly to suck her sensitive, pink nipple into his hot, wet mouth. Susannah gasped as Ben's soft lips sucked on the tip of her firm tit.

"You two coming out tonight?" Mary asked.

"Of course," Susannah replied, her voice slightly strained as Ben suckled happily on her hardening nipple. While his hot mouth worked her teat, one of Ben's hands dipped between her legs again. This time, he tried to move the fabric aside to get direct access to her pussy. Conflicted but turned on by their secret coupling, Susannah lifted her butt off the seat to help Ben slide her bottoms aside.

"We're out to watch the sunset too," Mary explained, turning back to face the water. The sky was turning to a dark red, the water matching the color of burning sky. Ben's mouth left Susannah's stimulated nipple and dove between her legs. 

When Ben's tongue began to flick softly but rapidly against the top of her sex, Susannah inadvertently moaned, "Oh shit."

"What was that?" Mary called up, turning back to look up at Susannah.

"Oh..." Susannah said, fighting the urge to cry out her pleasure as Ben's slippery tongue zeroed in on her sensitive clit. "Nothing," Susannah tried to say.

Ben's hot mouth closed over Susannah's pussy, and she was so turned on with desire for his touch that she could only spread her legs wider to accommodate him. Ben sucked Susannah's hard little clit between his soft lips and began to suckle on it gently. "It sure is pretty," Mary called up as she looked out over the glowing water.




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"Uh huh," Susannah moaned, her fingers tightly clenching the arms of the patio chair. Ben's tongue was flicking gently at the tip of her clit as his lips rubbed at the part of her pussy sucked up inside his hot, wet mouth. Susannah looked over the red sky and red water and knew she was going to cum. She wanted to try to hold back, she didn't want to cum like this, exposed where half the beach could see her face. But Ben's steady tongue and sucking mouth were insistent. "Oh shit," she whispered as quietly as she could, "oh shit."

"Mmmmmmmmm," Ben hummed in approving response. 

The vibrations of his lips against her clit pushed Susannah over the edge. She felt her orgasm wash over her, like one of the big, powerful waves crashing over the sand below. She squeezed her eyes shut and did everything she could not to cry out as she came on the gentle flicks of Ben's tongue, riding his sucking mouth through a pleasurable orgasm. Ben loved the sight of Susannah's face above him, contorted in ecstasy and desperately trying not to scream.

Finally, Susannah gently pulled Ben's face away from her pussy. She breathed in deeply and she brought his handsome face up to hers so she could kiss him softly on the lips. A bit of her juices were left on his mouth as she gave him a peck, tasting a hint of her tangy essence on his smiling face.

Two could play at this game, she decided, and she sat Ben back in his chair. "I'm going to go grab some water myself," Susannah called down to the beach, "but Ben is back."

"Hey Ben," Mary called up to the balcony, seeing Ben looking down at her. 

"Hey Mary," Ben called back. Ben looked out over the water and saw that the sun had already begun to disappear below the horizon. The sky was filled with orange and pink, the water growing dark and fiery. 

Susannah had slipped back inside Kelly's hotel room, but soon reemerged carrying a bottle of sun screen. Susannah walked bent at the waist, so her friends on the beach couldn't see her, and Ben looked at her curiously. She knelt in front of Ben's chair, facing him, and smiled at Ben's long, thick dick. His cock was still completely hard and pointing straight up towards his chest. Susannah went right to work squirting an ample dollop of cold sun screen onto the tip of Ben's cock. The lotion felt cold against his sun warmed skin, but the slipperiness felt great as Susannah tightly closed her fist over Ben's shaft and slipped up and down his long pole. Susannah's pumping hand spread the lotion completely over Ben's hard cock, and he jumped a little when she tickled his balls.

As Susannah happily continued to jack off Ben's dick, Ben heard people talking down below on the beach. "Yeah, Ben's up there with Susannah, hanging out on Kelly's balcony for some reason," he heard Mary say.

"Hey Ben!" called a male voice down below. It was Scott, the fraternity president.

"Hey Scott," Ben called back, trying to sound as natural as possible. Susannah was now using both of her hands on his cock, in a technique that he had first taught her. Susannah's wrists turned her firmly gripped fingers in opposite directions as her hands slid next to each other, up and down Ben's throbbing, sensitive shaft. She could see the struggle on Ben's face as he fought to keep from crying out while she worked hard to milk his prick. She smiled up at him and he smiled back, knowing she was playing with him.

"Do you know if Jim had anything special planned for you guys for tonight?" Scott yelled from below. Thankfully, at least the Kappa's appeared focused on the sunset. Only Scott was looking up at Ben.

"Nothing I know about," Ben replied in as even a voice as he could muster. Susannah was now using one hand to twist and slide up Ben's shaft while her other hand focused on squeezing at the tip of Ben's cock. Ben loved the sight of her below him, blue eyes looking eagerly up at him, blond hair cascading down her back. Ben's cock looked massive in her small, pale fingers. And although she had pulled her bikini top back up to cover her nipples, the tops of her smooth, ample breasts jiggled as she slid her hands rapidly up and down Ben's pole. It also didn't hurt that he could see the firm backsides of several Kappas, covered only by their little bikini bottoms, on the beach below him. 

"Have you talked to Jim recently?" Scott asked.

Ben whispered very softly, "Susannah, stop," but Susannah just smiled and shook her head no. Ben knew his voice was sounding strained, and he was having a hard time even thinking straight with Susannah's hands firmly jacking his pole. But her slippery fingers felt so good. Ben didn't know how he was going to keep talking, but he also didn't move to stop Susannah.

"I saw him after lunch," Ben yelled to Scott, "He didn't say anything about anything specific tonight."

Ben could feel his balls tingling like they were about the burst and desperately hoped that Scott would leave him alone, but instead Scott called up, "So what are you guys going to do tonight? We're all just going out to the club together?"

"Susannah, please," Ben whispered as quietly as possible, the strain evident in his voice. "I'm trying to talk and you're going to make me cum."

"Then cum," Susannah replied, and in a mind-blowing erotic maneuver that Ben would forever remember, Susannah released his cock from her hands. But instead of giving him a reprieve, Susannah quickly lifted her large, round breasts over the tip of Ben's cock and then sank her tits down around his pole. The head of Ben's cock pressed into the tunnel between Susannah's tit flesh, slipped through the tight tunnel of Susannah's breasts, and poked back out the top of Susannah's cleavage. She still had her bikini top on, but Susannah pressed the sides of her firm boobs against Ben's trapped prick as she slid her melons up and down his slippery pole. Susannah was fucking Ben's cock with her smooth breasts, and she was smiling up at him while she did it.

"Oh God," Ben groaned quietly at the sight before him, Susannah pressing her beautiful, ample cleavage together as she lifted her boobs up and down over his aching pole. Her skin felt so smooth and soft and warm against his sensitive dick. "Ohhhhh," he moaned again, feeling the bubbling in his loins as Susannah smiled up at him.

"Ben?" Scott called, but Ben was too close.

Susannah kept heaving her big, round tits up and down Ben's dick as he came, his orgasm rocketing out of his balls and up through his cock. Ben sprayed a load of hot cum deep into Susannah's cleavage, making the path for his sliding, sensitive dick even hotter and wetter as Susannah continued to pump her chest up and down over Ben's bursting prick. A second shot of cum came as Ben's prick pushed through the tops of Susannah's breasts, squirting hot cum on the underside of Susannah's chin. She blinked hard, but never stopped smiling as she watched his face contort in blissful pleasure as he came. A third load of cum squirted out deep between Susannah's cleavage, leaking out the bottom of the tunnel formed by her firm globes. A fourth spurt oozed wetly out of Ben's cock and covered the top of Susannah's breasts with warm spunk.

"Ben?" called Scott again.

Ben's eyes opened and he replied, "Yeah, as far as I know, we're all going out together tonight." Scott thanked Ben, but Ben could not have cared less about Scott at the moment. Between his legs, Susannah was using some napkins to try to clean Ben's cum off of her chest. It was on the bottom of her chin, the tops of her round breasts, and leaking down over her flat stomach. She was smiling and giggling as she tried to get all his spunk off of her, pulling her breasts apart at one point to try to wipe between her round globes. At that moment, Ben had never loved her more. Susannah was cute and sexy and beautiful and sweet, all at the same time. 

Later that night, Ben and Susannah spent the entire evening dancing together. He held her body close, wrapping his arms around her slender frame as their hips moved together. She backed herself into him and he felt her firm buttocks pressed up against his groin as they bounced and shook to the beat of the music. But the whole time they danced, even when Ben was staring at Susannah's big breasts pushed together in her tight top, all Ben could think about was the image of Susannah covered with his cum, giggling and smiling up at him while she tried to clean his spunk off her chest. 

When their groups split up at the end of the night, Susannah decided to go with her girls. She knew she might not see Ben again for a while, but he was oblivious. The stupid grin had not left his face since their afternoon on the balcony. She kissed him long and deep when they parted, her hand pressing the back of his head, drawing his lips into hers. When Ben drifted off to sleep that night, the image of Susannah covered in his cum, smiling up at him, was the last thought before his dreams took him.

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Susannah didn't have to wait long to set her trap for Olive. Just a few days after their return from Spring Break, Susannah was lounging with Lilly in one of the common rooms at the Kappa house. Olive walked in with a couple of older sisters, gave Susannah a disapproving look, and settled into some nearby chairs.

"So like I was saying," Susannah said loudly, even though she hadn't been speaking to Lilly before Olive walked in, "Working with the training staff is tough work sometimes, but it's very rewarding. And you get to meet a lot of the athletes. Most of them are really nice."

As expected, Susannah's comments drew immediate attention from Olive. Olive considered for a moment, and then walked over to Susannah and Lilly. "I forget sometimes that you work with the trainers," Olive said to Susannah with a big, fake smile. "What teams do you work with?"

"All of them," Susannah replied. "I help with simple treatments for minor injuries, like minor sprains and things like that. It was mostly baseball players recently, but I've been seeing more and more football players since spring practices started."

"That's cool," Olive responded with a smile. "I know a bunch of guys on the football team, they're all good friends of mine." Susannah did her best not to gag after hearing Olive's obvious lie. "Do you see much of Brandon or Travis Jenkins down in the training room."

Susannah thought to herself, THANK GOD I don't see Brandon. But instead she replied, "No, I haven't seen them getting treatment."

"Maybe I could come hang out with you one day down at the training room?" Olive suggested.

"Sure," Susannah replied. "We don't normally have visitors there, but I'm working the last shift this Friday if you want to come down."

"I like that idea, pledge," Olive said with a smile. "What time do you get off of work again? Seven? I'll see you at six."

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Susannah had chosen her date carefully. Most of the professional staff was gone by five o'clock on Fridays, and this week it happened that there was only one graduate student working with Susannah in the late afternoon. There also weren't many students coming in for treatment on a Friday afternoon, just two women's softball players icing their shoulders and an offensive lineman from the football team soaking his ankles in an ice bath. Work was so light that Susannah told the grad student that she could take off and Susannah would cover the last two hours by herself. The time alone helped Susannah sneak Kelly, Mary, and the Kappa vice president Carly into the training offices. The older sisters had brought a voice recorder, used for recording lectures, and a small video camera they had borrowed from another sister.

As Susannah helped quietly arrange the women and the devices around the main training room, where most of the supplies and trainer's tables were located, she realized that their set up was amateurish. Kelly and Carly hid in the office that looked into the training room. The two Kappas could see well through the office's large window, but they could not hear much. To ensure that a witness could hear everything that was said, Mary hid in a closet behind a stack of towels. The main issues with Mary's location were that she could only see out if the closet door was left open, and she would have to stand the entire time. The video camera was set behind some towels on the opposite side of the room and the voice recorder was placed under one of the trainer's tables. When Susannah had first discussed the plan with Mary, she thought the number of people involved would be overkill. Now that she was looking around the room, it seemed to Susannah that there were not enough people and twelve-year-olds could have come up with a better arrangement. 

The other apparent flaw in the plan was that no one else was around on that Friday afternoon. By six o'clock, the student athletes had left and Susannah found herself alone with the Kappa sisters in hiding. Unless Olive showed up with an intention to cause problems, Susannah's plan was going to fail. Olive would just get bored and leave.

Luckily, Olive's demons showed up once again that warm, spring night. Olive strolled into the training room with Brandon and another football player trailing behind her. "Hey Susannah, what's up?" Brandon said in friendly greeting. "Long time no see."

Olive walked right up to Susannah and introduced the other player, a shorter, thinner young man who Susannah did not recognize. "Susannah, this is Taylor, the back up quarterback on our football team."

Taylor extended his hand and shook Susannah's as he said, "Third string, actually. But with Bobby graduating this year, I might be second string next year." Taylor seemed to be giving Susannah a leering smile, and she could clearly smell beer on his breath. 

"I told the boys that one of our pledges volunteered to give them a little tour around the training room and show them a good time," Olive said with a smile. "And you WILL show them a good time, won't you pledge?"

"What would you guys like to see?" Susannah asked. 

"Well, your breasts are looking spectacular," Taylor responded, the smile on his face never wavering. "I sure wouldn't mind getting a peek at those beauties."

Susannah was wearing a simple white T-shirt and a short pair of athletic shorts. She put her hands on her hips, and responded unhappily, "Very funny, I meant what do you want to see around the training room."

"Oh come on," Taylor replied. "Olive told us a Kappa pledge was going to show us a good time in the training room. Then Brandon tells me that it's this hot pledge who let him play with her tits and cum on her face. We didn't come here to see the ice packs, I can see all the training stuff any time I want."

Remembering the recording devices around the room, and her observant sisters who already knew the story, Susannah replied, "I only did that stuff because Olive made me."

"Really?" Brandon asked in surprise.

"Come on, now pledge," Olive said, walking up to Susannah and taking her by the arm. Olive tried to drag Susannah off into a corner, but instead Susannah steered them towards the table where the voice recorder was hidden. "Do I have to remind you every time?!" Olive hissed quietly. Now close to Olive, Susannah could smell liquor on Olive's breath. Susannah hoped the voice recording was still picking her up as Olive warned, "You do exactly what I say pledge, when I say it, or I take you before the board and make your fellow pledges suffer." Olive's voice softened a little as she continued, "You've already gone through so much, and you're so close to being a sister. What's the harm in having some fun with these nice boys here? You just entertain them a little, I'll do the rest since they really came to have some fun with me, and then you're almost done with pledging. What do you say?"

"What do you want from me, Olive?" Susannah asked.

"Just let them have a little fun," Olive suggested. "Just take off that shirt or something, let them see you in your bra. I'll handle the rest, I promise."

"What if someone walks in?" Susannah asked. 

"We'll lock the door," Olive said, walking across the room to turn the bolt on the entry door. Then she loudly addressed the boys by saying, "Susannah just needed some time, she's had a long day of work. Isn't that right, Susannah? Why don't you take off that shirt of yours and get a little more comfortable."

With a sigh, Susannah pulled her t-shirt over hear head. She revealed a plain, cream colored bra beneath, along with with ample amounts of round, firm tit flesh. Taylor whistled when Susannah's big, young breasts popped into view. Taylor said, "Man, Brandon was right. They are spectacular."

"And who else has Brandon been talking to about my body," Susannah asked coldly, her hands returning to her hips. 

"Relax," Brandon said, "I haven't talked to anyone. I just told Taylor here when Olive invited us over."

"Enough talk," Olive replied, her hand closing over Brandon's hard cock through the fabric of his gym shorts. "Thanks to Susannah for helping me to get my boy here warm without me having to do any of the pesky work."

Olive and Brandon were soon kissing, Brandon reaching down to maul Olive's firm ass in his strong hands while they made out. Taylor made a move towards Susannah, but Susannah backed away and firmly said, "No."

So Taylor walked over to Olive and just dropped his shorts. Taylor's semi-erect cock fell out into the open, Susannah estimating that it would barely be six inches long when hard. "It is kind of fun fooling around in here," Taylor said to Brandon. "There are a lot of hot trainers I've thought about bending over one of these tables." Brandon just gave Taylor a high five in response, before pulling off his own shorts. 

Olive soon had one hand on each of the pricks in front of her, her fingers gently stroking and caressing the growing poles. Olive alternated between kissing Taylor and kissing Brandon, both of the boys fondling her chest through her shirt as they took turns french kissing Olive. Susannah stood awkwardly to the side, her arms folded across her chest to help conceal more of her cleavage. As the boys undressed, Susannah had to admit that they weren't unattractive. They had hard, muscular bodies that might have interested Susannah if they weren't such assholes. Susannah, Mary and Kelly had discussed possible scenarios in detail the night before. Susannah knew from those talks that what Olive had already said was probably enough to get her in trouble. But if they really wanted Olive censured, they'd have to get Olive to order Susannah to do something over the top. And ideally, the other women would never reveal their presence. That would give them time to present whatever evidence they collected to the board before Olive had a chance to invent some sort of excuse for her actions. So Susannah just stood to the side, biding her time until Olive did something really terrible and knowing that the sisters would intervene if things got out of hand.

"Susannah, I could use some lube," Olive said to her pledge as she ran her fingers over the cocks of the two boys. "There's got to be something around here." 

Susannah walked over to one of the closets, retrieved some moisturizing lotion, and walked back over to Olive. When Susannah handed the bottle to Olive, Taylor reached a hand out and tried to cup one of Susannah's large breasts. Susannah slapped his hand away. 

"Susannah!" Olive scolded, when she should have been defending her pledge. 

"Come on, beautiful," Taylor whined, "stop teasing us with that amazing body. At least let me see more of you."

"Yeah, Susannah," Olive agreed. "We're all getting naked here. Don't make us feel uncomfortable. You should strip too." Olive was pouring the lotion onto her hands and spreading ample amounts across her palms.

"But Olive," Susannah tried to object.