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Sorority Initiation

By: MrDeviant



Her legs were splayed wide open and locked to the headboard the same way her arms were. Over all she was a very tempting target, or two, depending on your proclivities. She was also a tad older than your average college student. She looked to be between 35 and 40 years of age and enjoying her reflection in the room length mirror.

It was supposed to be some hazing ritual that all fraternity and sorority applicants went through but it had turned into much more. Shakira, a lovely mocha skinned woman of well above average endowment, lay naked awaiting the next person to use her holes. She'd been blindfolded by the sorority and left in this precarious position. Omega Eta Pi sorority was not only rough on its applicants but had the reputation of being the local slut sorority, so why was Shakira doing this?

Simply put she heard of the sorority, she liked the idea of going back to school but most of all she liked the idea of being gangbanged and/or pulling a train. Shakira is, and always has been, a slut! Well, at least in her mind she was. Unfortunately, her moral fiber and family connections worked against her do so. 

What Shakira did not plan for was the fact that not only men would be using her. She also did not plan for the fact that the guy who'd brought her here, whom she'd made slow, passionate love to before coming here, had planned for her to back out when she found out what the initiation was.

His name is Geoffrey Goddard. He was 6' 2" tall, had chestnut brown hair that cascaded down his back to a little past his shoulders, eyes that were limpid pools of hazel green like the color of the ocean off a tropical beach, had large muscular arms ending with massive hands and his muscular legs, large as they were, could not hide the sausage that hung halfway down his pants to his knees. It was this unique look that attracted Shakira and the slut in her practically hauled him into bed with a single word between them—her look of longing was enough for him.

Geoffrey was not nearly her age, he was a typical college student after all, but, whereas he may have been average in some departments, brains weren't one of them. His course of study was chemistry with an emphasis on pain reducing drugs and compounds. It was at least until he discovered the final solution. No, it wasn't a doomsday weapon. Rather the final solution is a liquid with unique properties.

The properties of the final solution, which chemical name has more syllables than a week has hours, include an ever increasing intense heat, which, when applied, slowly but surely increases for several hours—the length of which time is determined by the size of the dose applied. This magic solution also does not wash away; instead it is permanently absorbed into the blood stream after the heat dissipates. As the solution is absorbed into the bloodstream it is passed through all of the various organs, but it is when it hits the brain that its insidiousness becomes known as it short circuits all of the brains controls regarding inhibitions while simultaneously and permanently activating the genes that control submissiveness.

I suppose these properties would be more than enough to gain control of a person, but there is one final trait to the solution—it is only effective on people with large amounts of estrogen—in other words, it has no effect on men. The solution is the perfect solution to turn any woman into a totally submissive slut, thus its nickname "the slut touch."

The touch is every man's dream; it can turn a woman into a whore in mere moments and a very compliant one at that. Geoffrey had tested the touch on Shakira because of her immense beauty and because, although he could have any woman generally, she had spurned him. The fast acting effects of the small amount applied to his fingertips changed her rapidly indeed. From when he laid his hand gently on her shoulder to when his cock was enlarging in her hard sucking mouth was mere seconds.

Now she was here, totally available for use, having herself used as a whore/slut for any and everyone—and enjoying every moment of it. If she was a slut, or at least had the desire to be, before coming to college, Geoffrey's "touch" severely intensified it beyond all known levels. The restraints were not necessary, it just made it easier on her as she did not need to hold the headboard or her legs as she was fucked senseless.

And to think she would have screwed Geoffrey to death if he had been less of a slime ball (or maybe just less clumsy in his attempts at seduction), after all Shakira would fuck anything with a pulse and either a cock or a cunt. The songs "Superfreak" by Rick James or "Freak Like Me" by Adina Howard were perfect descriptions of the type of slut Shakira had always wanted to be.

Now entering Shakira's sweet, wet pussy was an Asian male about 19 years of age. He was about 5' 3" tall and was enjoying taking Shakira's pussy, especially as she was quite filled with the cum of numerous other men. Jai was bisexual and very much the male version of a cum slut, in fact he was addicted to it. As he thrust in and out of Shakira's cunt he stirred her pussy juices as well as the cum of the others that had been dumped there already. Then, after dumping his rather copious load in her, or at least on her as she was free flowing with a jism cocktail, he leaned in and began to drink the sweet yet salty mixed drink before him. His face spread in a large smile as he tasted the sweetness of his juices, the saltiness of the other men before him and he licked her deep. As his tongue reached towards her pleasure centers she exploded and covered him in a very thick coating of her juices and many men's sperm.

After Jai was done the next person in line walked over to Shakira, straddled her carefully and thrust a huge 11" cock down her slutty throat. He may have positioned himself gently over her, but he fucked her face with raw animal fervor. Henry, an unimposing mouse of a man, was indeed blessed in the sex department. He kept at it, fucking her and watching her take his horse cock deep inside her throat for the better part of an hour before he let loose and filled her mouth to overflowing. "Surely," she thought, "I must be sucking a firehose."

As Henry filled her to overflowing Jai went down to his knees to clean her skin and her pussy. Henry himself watched disbelievingly but still the sight made him hard again all that much faster. With Jai then straddling slut's face and licking her pussy Henry then inserted his suddenly hard for the second time cock and shoved it down deep into slut's pear shaped ass.

The simultaneous stimulation sent slutty Shakira over the edge. It was as she exploded, trying to scream in orgasm around Jai's rampant member, that she achieved something most can't—a female ejaculation that left her body with such force that, were it not for Henry and his magnificent tool being in the way, would have shot nearly 10 feet across the room. Even so, the scream she let out reverberated around Jai's cock and the vibrations caused him to let loose an immense load down her throat. Shakira swallowed as fast as she could to catch every drop—she didn't miss a one!

It was at this point the mirrored wall in the room revealed Shakira's audience and the video recording device aimed right at her.

"Well now Ms. Slut," said the sorority president, "if you'd like your secret life to never get out I suppose you will just have to join our sorority—as our bitch!!"

Sorority Initiation



*** This story is a work of complete fiction and intended only for the erotic enjoyment of its author and readers. Any similarity with any actual persons or organizations, living or deceased, operational or not, is purely coincidental and unintentional. *** 

If you've ever talked to a member or members of a fraternity or sorority, I'm sure you've heard some very interesting stories regarding their own initiation proceedings. But I'll bet you've never heard one quite like mine. 

I was nearly a month into my first semester of college when I met Jaclyn Kendall. It was in the campus library one afternoon and we spotted each other across the room. Jaclyn stood nearly 5'10" with a stunning maim of fire red hair that draped like wild flames over her sexy shoulders, dazzling emerald green eyes, pert and bountiful 38D breasts, stunning alabaster skin that appeared to be softer than silk, a sinfully sexy and statuesque figure, full and luscious ruby lips and an ass that was so magnificent it was a crime that she had to sit down on it. 

It was lust at first sight. She knew it, and I knew it; and less than four hours later, Jaclyn and I were wrestling each other through the doorway of my single dorm room, pawing with salacious desperation at each other's bodies and tearing each other's clothes off as our mouths ravaged one another. It was a warm and muggy September night and the AC in my room was on the fritz. Needless to say the sex was hot, sweaty and wildly animalistic. But is there really a better kind of sex? 

Oh, I guess you've probably figured out by now that I'm a lesbian, and that, among other things, is why I was ever so happy to finally go away to college. Coming from a small community in the Deep South with devout Southern Baptist parents and a church on every corner, it isn't exactly what you'd call fertile ground for a young lesbian girl to flourish. But that's a whole other story. 

Not only was Jaclyn Kendall the best lover I'd had to date, she was also a sister in the Omega Pie Kappa Sorority. Being twenty-one years old and a full three years my senior, she was also the first "older" woman I'd ever been with. Jaclyn took me to the Omega Pie Kappa Sorority House quite often throughout my first semester at the renowned state university and she acquainted me to all of her sorority sisters. The Omega Pie Kappa sisters are some of the most beautiful, glamorous, and elegantly alluring young women on Earth, and Jaclyn Kendall is the cream of the crop. It wasn't long before I began to feel very self-conscious. I was nowhere near the caliber that these girls were. Or at least, so I thought. I stand an even 5'6" and consider myself an average girl with all natural 34D breasts, a flat and firm tummy, slim waist, curvaceous hips, a taut but rather small butt, athletically toned and shapely legs and arms, and my skin is a year round shade of light Carmel. Combining all that with my long and wavy coal black hair that just barely brushes the tops of my shoulders, my shady blue eyes and my narrow face with its high cheeks, many people often think me to be a gypsy; which isn't far off base since my mother is half gypsy. Jaclyn simply calls me a very exotic beauty. And given how beautiful my Jaclyn is, who am I to argue? 

It was a cool evening in early April when I and the twelve other pledges ready to begin our initiation into Omega Pie Kappa were blindfolded, loaded into the passenger van and driven away. My heart thundered wildly in my chest and I actually felt a tingling of fear deep in my belly. I had heard all the horror stories about fraternity and sorority hazing rituals, but I wasn't really worried; I trusted Jaclyn completely. 

At last the van came to a stop, the door was opened and the thirteen pledges were hustled into the Omega Pie House. The only instructions we received were regardless of anything said or done to us, we were forbidden to speak or to make any kind of sound at all. Once inside the house, I was stripped completely naked. I sensed two pairs of female hands removing my clothing, and since I had come to know Jaclyn's touch so intimately, I knew that neither pair of hands belonged to her. I also sensed that the thirteen of us were no doubt surrounded by the Omega Pie sisters and they were inspecting us. And inspect us they did, for I soon felt the same two pairs of hands erotically caressing every nook and cranny of my body. My neck was suckled and nipped at, my breasts were cupped, fondled and massaged while my nipples were pinched and briefly sucked. My ass was spanked, my sphincter was fingered and my now aching and moist pussy was gently teased. I heard a few of my fellow pledges squeal and verbally protest at being touched so intimately, but for myself, I didn't mind at all. 

The next thing I knew, my blindfold was removed and I found that we were standing in the center of the candlelit, cavernous front parlor room of the Omega Pie House. There was a fire roaring in the fireplace and we pledges were indeed surrounded by the sisters; they were all wearing flowing white gowns, had flowers in their hair and were each holding a large candle. I cautiously let my eyes scan about the room and found that I and my fellow pledges were lined up practically shoulder to shoulder and all the others had likewise been stripped naked. That's when I noticed that there were only seven pledges in the room. As my eyes continued to scan the room, they soon fell upon Jaclyn, and I couldn't help but smile. She looked so amazing in her white gown. Yet she did not return my smile. Instead, she slowly stepped forward with a rather menacing expression on her face.

"Pledges! We are the Omega Pies." She hissed in a deep, sexy voice. "And we welcome you. As you can see, where once you were thirteen, now you are only seven. You were instructed in the beginning not to speak, nor to make any sound at all. The seven of you listened and obeyed. An Omega Pie is the embodiment of all things feminine. She is living and breathing sexuality and sensuality. Her very being is centered on giving and receiving the most intimate and exquisite of humanly pleasures. And her body is the most finely tuned of sexual instruments; and with it you play your most exquisite passions. It is what you give and how you receive. And the seven of you received; the others did not. And let me be the first to say congratulations, for those of you that remain have completed the first rite of passage to becoming an Omega Pie."

Jaclyn paused and studied each of us carefully. I could literally feel her eyes caressing my flesh. It was really turning me on. Jaclyn slowly circled me, letting the tips of her fingers graze softly over me, gently caressing my skin. 

"Beautiful. Very beautiful. So, you wish to become an Omega Pie?"

I nodded.

"Then I choose you. Alicia. I choose you to lead your fellows into their final rite of passage; you have already passed the first. Now here is the second."

Jaclyn pressed her body firmly up against me and slid her left arm around my waist; her gown was pure silk and feeling her powerful, buxom body through the silk was nothing short of an oasis for carnal desire. I could literally feel her life force and her divine sexuality seeping into me; as well as her bountiful breasts and her erect nipples peeping through the silk of her gown into the misting flesh of my bare back. She moved her luscious lips to within centimeters of my ear:

"Tomorrow, you will go alone into the town and you will seek out a ripe and mature woman. By mature I mean that she must be no less than forty-five and no more than fifty-five. By ripe I mean that she must be attractive, sexual and sensual; and you will seduce her. You will light a fire of burning passion within her and then you will bring her back to our home and lead her into the room that we will prepare for you. There must be no apprehension within her whatsoever; she will come to this house willingly and very wantonly to have sex with you. She must be burning for the want of you. And you will let her have you. And once you have brought her to orgasm, your fellow pledges will come forward and they too, each one in turn, will bring her to orgasm. As one is at her center, the others will savor every nook and cranny of her. And this woman; this blessed woman! A woman whose identity we do not yet know. A woman who at this moment does not know herself the wondrous rite that has been bestowed upon her; she will experience physical love as she never has before. She will know the intimate and exquisite pleasure that only an Omega Pie can give."

Jaclyn slid her right arm around my waist while her left hand slid slowly up the front of my body and cupped gently around my neck as she teased my ear with her tongue. I nearly came apart in her arms.

"Now, you will be returned to your room while your fellow pledges remain here with us."

At that moment, each of the other six pledges was surrounded by five of the sisters, re-blindfolded and led away.

"Don't worry, they will be safe. They will be kept blindfolded and naked. They will also experience sexual fulfillment as they never have before. The sisters will teach them what it means to be loved by an Omega Pie. You see, the Omega Pies do not humiliate others; we fulfill them. Even our pledges. As I am certain you already know."

Jaclyn ran her tongue slowly up my neck and suckled my earlobe as her hands caressed and massaged all over the front of my body while she gently grated her body against me. The feel of her silk gown against my skin was one of the most intensely erotic sensations I'd ever experienced. I was losing myself in insatiable lust.

"Your search for the chosen woman will begin at noon tomorrow, and you must bring her to us no later than midnight. And you must choose carefully. Remember that this woman holds the future of not only yourself, but your fellows in her hand; or rather, in her orgasm. And if you should fail in finding her, rest assured that your punishment will be severe."

My mind was swimming in desperate want and lust for Jaclyn as I felt her hand slide around me and her finger burrowed into the crack of my ass and buried the tip of her finger into my puckered rosebud. By now my heart was raging, my stomach was spasming and I could hardly breathe. Jaclyn took me by the chin and crushed her mouth to mine. As I reveled in the silk and heat of Jaclyn's delicious mouth, I was violently pulled out of our kiss and a black sack was pulled over my head, returning me to utter darkness.

I awoke in my bed in my dorm room to find that I was still naked and that my clothes had been neatly folded and laid out carefully over the back of my desk chair. There was sunlight filtering through the mini-blinds and glancing at the clock on my bedside table, I found that it was ten in the morning on the dot.

I stared up at the ceiling again and thought of my fellow pledges; wondering what they were going through right at this moment. My mind began to fill with erotic images of each of them spread out on a soft bed with their beautiful naked bodies quivering with passion and glistening in perspiration as they were being sexually and sensually savored by the sisters of Omega Pie. Before I even truly realized it, I was ablaze with lust and was rubbing furiously on my now throbbing clit; my hips bucking and my back arching as I pleasured myself. That's when I heard Jaclyn's sexy voice whispering in the back of my mind the instructions of my mission. And as that thought passed through my mind, I was instantly flooded with doubt and the beginnings of sheer panic. My body suddenly went ice cold and I could feel my heart pounding and my stomach tying itself in knots as my clit retreated like the Yankees at Bull Run. Glancing at the clock once again, I realized that I now had less than two hours before I was to begin my search. I slipped out of bed and into the shower, dousing myself with cold water hoping to clear my mind. 

How in the world was I going to do this? How was a young and naïve eighteen year old college girl like me going to possibly be able to attract and seduce a beautiful, mature, sensual and sophisticated modern woman? A woman who was old enough to be my mother! Actually, she would be older than my mother for my Mom is only forty-one and this woman had to be a minimum of forty-five. And just how the fuck was I supposed to determine her age? Ask for her ID? True, I loved having sex with girls and had lots of experience at it, but they were all just that: girls. But this was going to be a woman; a mature woman. Not that the idea didn't arouse me immensely though. I had always had fantasies about seducing a much older woman; what young man or gay young woman doesn't? But that was as far as it went. And as far as my seduction skills go, I was a complete novice. All of my previous sexual encounters had just sort of happened for they were all with girls that I knew well or there was this instantaneous animal attraction that consumed us both like when I and Jaclyn met. I had never in my life gone "on the prowl". That's when it hit me. If sudden and spontaneous animal attraction could happen between me and Jaclyn, why couldn't it happen between me and this woman?

Just before noon, I stood in front of my full length mirror wearing the shortest and tightest denim skirt I owned that fell nearly four inches above my knees. My legs were freshly shaved, doused with vanilla-scented lotion, and they, along with my ass, were accentuated erotically by a pair of white, three inch spiked heels on my feet. Thanks to a push-up bra and a low cut, tight pink tank top, my cleavage was so eye-popping that my own eyes nearly fell out of their sockets. I plastered my lips with a dark cranberry gloss, my eyes with thick mascara and my finger and toenails were covered with cherry red polish. Fluffing out my hair, I then slipped on a white leather jacket and I couldn't help but think about the woman I was going to find. And for the first time, I felt tremendous excitement and intense arousal. I even wished for a moment that I was her. 

Somewhere out there right now is an ordinary, middle-aged woman going about her daily routine and possibly thinking that the best years of her life are behind her. That she is passed her prime and no longer desirable. More than likely she has children that are fully grown and no longer in need of her, so she feels very empty and lonely. I can almost see her now; maybe she's sitting in her office, or in her cubicle, staring at her computer monitor and wondering what movie she is going to watch tonight. Or maybe she is reminding herself that she needs to pick up more cat food and litter on the way home. Maybe she is just now getting a call from a man she's supposed to go out with tonight and he is cancelling on her. She understands but can feel her heart cracking. Oh, you poor thing. If only you knew that in just a few hours you are going to have seven young vixens making love to you in ways you've never dreamed of, or even imagined. That you are going to experience physical love and sexual fulfillment unlike anything you've ever known. And when you wake in the morning, you will be completely reborn.

Looking like a cross between an exotic dancer and a street-walking hooker, I snapped up my purse, slipped on my sunglasses and slid out my door with an unbelievably arousing resolve. This was no longer just about me becoming an Omega Pie. I had a life to save; or at least, a sex life.

It's nearly a fifteen mile drive from the university campus into town. The day was sunny but cool, so I parked my silver 2010 Mustang GT in a public lot near the small park in the center of town and proceeded to "work the streets". I exchanged my leather jacket for a windbreaker I had in my backseat. Being that it was the middle of a workday, I didn't really anticipate "finding her" until evening and I certainly didn't want to draw too much attention to myself considering I looked like a street-walking hooker. After all, there were children out in the daytime. So I figured I would just get a layout of the town. I had only been to town a couple of times since I'd started school, so I wasn't too familiar with it. 

I stopped into a small Soup, Salad and Sandwich shop around one and had a garden salad and a glass of tea. Immediately I spotted several likely candidates sitting together at a table across the small dining room from me. They were obviously an office group on their lunch hour and there was not an unattractive one in the bunch. But I sensed a high level of snobbishness and disapproval from them; I also heard a few snide remarks about my slutty outfit. Then there was the herd factor to be considered. It's very difficult for a hunter or predator to single out a kill when her prey is moving in large numbers.

After lunch, I moved on and found myself entering a used bookstore. I purchased a couple of books then continued my exploration, prowling through a couple of boutiques and antique shops. The town seemed to be overflowing with them. Again, I really didn't expect much this early in the day, but I figured that places like these are where middle-aged women tend to spend their time. And I did come across several women, but none of which came even remotely close to making the quota. Most of the women were young mothers, early twenties to mid thirties, or old grandmothers, sixty years plus. There were a few women that I estimated to be in the proper age range, but they fell horrendously short in the other required criteria. 

It was just a few minutes before three when I spotted a Starbucks just across the street from the park and had the sudden urge for a white chocolate mocha; and maybe a cookie. I cut through the park, crossed the street and entered the Starbucks, which was on the first floor of a building that was more than likely over a hundred years old. I drifted up to the counter where there was a young man about my age wearing the green cap and apron of the Starbucks uniform. From the mischievous smirk that came across his lips and the devious twinkle that filled his eyes when he saw me, I knew that his mind was flooding with images of me naked and I had no doubt that his cock was turning to blue steel. Oh well. Boys will be boys. I ordered my mocha, paid in cash and dumped the change in the tip box. I turned away from the register and was heading around toward the pick-up counter when all of the sudden, there "she" was.

Striding elegantly on two of the most alluring and shapely female legs in a pair of snug fitting blue jeans, the woman exited the ladies room and returned to a table in the corner by the window. I was completely mesmerized and my eyes were locked on those gorgeous legs, those glamorously round and fertile hips, that sexily slim waist and that scrumptiously taut, bubble ass. She wore a long sleeve, lightweight purple turtle neck that clung tightly to her incredibly lean, slender torso and so beautifully accentuated her scrumptiously pert and ample breasts it should have been illegal; not to mention that amazingly firm and flat stomach. The woman was easily six feet tall, but that was probably exaggerated by the high heeled, black leather boots that zipped up over her exquisitely defined calves. Her hair was thick, a fading shade of walnut brown and laced moderately with very sexy whisks of gray; it was styled similar to mine only it was not quite as wavy and it was a little shorter, curving up stylishly at the base of her neck just above her sexy shoulders. She also had a couple of long bangs that hung down to her near perfect chin and luminously framed her lovely face. Then there was that sleek and sexy neck, those long and sensual fingers, the full and luscious lips covered with a dark crimson gloss and light olive skin. Oh God, how soft and silky it must be. 




Sorority Initiation



She was a statuesque and curvaceous goddess of femininity, elegance, sensuality and pure sexuality. Still wearing my sunglasses, my eyes were free to feast upon her like ravenous lions without the worry of being noticed. The woman lowered herself gracefully down into the chair and there was a black leather jacket draped over the back of it. Shifting slightly to the side once seated, she crossed those long legs and my heart skipped a beat. She dug into in purse on the floor beside her and pulled out her I-phone. I was still completely entranced by her, and as I observed her scrolling through the tiny screens on her phone with those long, sensuous fingers, I didn't even hear the young man behind the counter announce that my mocha was ready. A few seconds passed and my eyes remained locked on my beauty, then all of the sudden, she was looking directly at me with a puzzled expression on her face.

"Hey!" The young man behind the counter practically bellowed.

I was finally snapped out of my trance and my heart was pounding so hard it actually hurt. I turned in the direction of his voice to find him glaring at me, holding my mocha in his hand.

"Welcome back." He snapped and set my drink down. "Here's your mocha."

"Thank you." I said. "Sorry." But he was already off to fill another order at the other end of the counter.

Without even thinking, I jerked off my sunglasses and rubbed my forehead with the back of my hand. I then picked up my mocha, turned away from the counter and my eyes fell upon my beauty once again. Now she was not only looking at me, she was smiling at me and my heart clutched like grinding gears. It was a breathtaking smile.

"You okay, honey?" She asked in a soft, sweet voice with just a hint of a lovely southern accent. 

"Yeah." I heard myself whip.

"You sure? Seems to me you're a bit young to be losing your hearing." She replied.

"Brain fart, I guess." I told her.

She winked at me playfully and I thought for certain that my heart would now explode. She returned her attention to her I-phone as I let out a breath and hurried over to an empty table across the room. I set my mocha and books down, slipped off my jacket and sank into the chair. With my heart now jack hammering in overdrive, I dug into my purse and pulled out my compact to make a quick survey of my face. Letting my eyes drift back to my lady, I found her still seated in the same position with her I-phone now lying on the table in front of her and a magazine was now in her hands. I took a gulp of my mocha and picked up one of the books I'd bought, opened it to the middle and began to formulate my next move.

Nearly an hour went by and I kept one eye on my book and the other eye on her. I flipped the pages of my book on occasion to give the impression that I was actually reading it and would take a periodic sip of my drink. She seemed tense now; nervous. She kept checking her watch and then picking up her phone. I was terrified that I was running out of time and that she would leave before I came up with a move. She kept shifting in her chair, drumming her fingers on the table, crossing and re-crossing those gorgeous legs. Then suddenly her phone rang and she snapped it up in earnest. Her mood, at least from what I could sense from her body language and tone of voice was bright and excited at first, but it quickly began to deteriorate as the conversation progressed. Then in an instant, she dropped her phone on the table, turned her head away and stared out the window, cupping her chin in her hand. I couldn't stand it anymore. I had to do something. 

The next thing I knew I was on my feet and was moving directly toward her. My pulse was exploding like aerial bombs in my ears and my heart was thundering. As I neared her table, I veered off at the last possible second and headed toward the ladies room. I was just about to push open the door when I heard sniffling and a deep, tear-filled exhaled breath. I turned my head slowly and with the daylight catching her face just right, I could clearly see that her eyes were glistening, her body was trembling and a tear was soon streaming down her soft cheek. She was crying; and obviously trying desperately to hide it. My heart instantly went out to her and I found myself moving to her table without the slightest apprehension or fear. Before I was even aware of it, my hand reached out and placed itself gently on her shoulder.

"Hey." I whispered. "Are you okay?" 

Her head turned slowly to face me and she looked up at me almost piteously. Oh my God! Look at those eyes! Those big and beautiful doe eyes of deep and dark baby brown. Even now, puffy and slightly bloodshot by her tears, they were still the most captivating pair of eyes I'd ever seen. I nearly burst into tears myself.

"I've been better." She said in a cracking voice.

I realized that I had to be strong and do whatever I could to make her feel better. I needed to keep my mood light and hopeful. 

"Okay, so what did he do?" I asked.

"Pardon?" She replied.

"Well, in my experience there are only two things that can make a woman cry like this. One is that somebody has died, and two, it's something to do with a shit-ass man." 

I waited breathlessly as I carefully studied her face and prayed silently to God that nobody had died. Though her face was absolutely lovely, it was also clearly filled with years of life experience and wisdom; in other words, it had its share of wrinkles. But all they did was supplement her overall allure and beauty. Her face was exquisite. Yet it probably looked a little worse for wear at the moment considering her current emotional state. Hazarding a guess at that moment, I would've placed her in her late forties to possibly fifty. Or at least, so I desperately hoped. Her lips were trembling and she was nervously nipping at them and pulling them between her sparkling teeth. She finally laid my worries to rest by chuckling heartily through her tears, beamed her beautiful smile and actually reached around to clasp my hand on her shoulder with her own. Her skin was indeed, pure silk.

"Obviously you know what it's like then." She said. 

"What woman doesn't?" I told her. 

"A lesbian maybe?" She said and I nearly swallowed my tongue. "Yes, it's something to do with a shit-ass man." She continued. "A shit-ass man who is exactly like his shit-ass father."

"Oh my God! You mean that was..." I began, pointing toward her phone.

"My son. He was supposed to meet me here this afternoon; along with my granddaughter. They live overseas. I haven't seen either of them in nearly two years. He called this morning and we set up this date. And it couldn't have been more perfectly timed because I had just been blown off by an actual date for tonight."

"Really?"

"Yep. But now, my sweet little bitch of a daughter decided she wanted to go visit her parents instead; and since my shit-ass ex-husband lives in the same town as they, my shit-ass little boy decided to take my granddaughter and go visit him instead."

"What?" I roared. I was actually enraged.

"Then when I suggested getting together tomorrow, I was informed that they will be leaving for home first thing in the morning. So I asked him how long have they been in town and he said almost two weeks."

"Oh God!" I shouted. Now I wanted to kill the asshole.

"So I told him to have fun and hung up."

"What a fucking asshole! Sorry, I know he's your son, but what kind of a bum would treat his mother that way?"

There was a pause as she collected herself and swallowed hard.

"Well, at least he called; which is more than I can say for his sister. Please don't even get me started on my precious little girl - the female clone of my shit-ass ex-husband!"

I stood silent for a moment and just let her squeeze my hand. I sensed that a complete emotional breakdown was at hand. 

"Is there anything I can do for you?" I finally uttered.

"Oh, that's so sweet; but no. No! Good God, I've already dumped too much on you already, honey. Oh God! I'm so sorry."

"It's all right." I told her.

She released my hand and then buried her face in her hands and cleared her throat, followed by several deep, cleansing breaths. Finally, she looked back up at me and smiled.

"Can I buy you a cup of coffee? I mean, after you stood there like an angel and listened to all my bullshit, it's seems the least I can do for you being so kind." 

"It's okay. I didn't mind at all. We all need to dump our bullshit from time to time; and it really helps if there's someone there to listen to it."

"So is that a yes on the coffee?" She asked with a smile.

"Yes. But only if I can sit with you while I drink it." I replied and smiled back.

"I'd like that very much. Please, have a seat." I sat. "So what's your pleasure?"

"Let's see. How about a tall, white chocolate mocha."

"Coming right up." She said and rose. "Oh! I'm Dominique by the way."

"I'm Alicia. Nice to meet you."

We shook hands and Dominique went off to get my mocha. Slyly, I let my eyes follow her and reveled with the utmost erotic delight as I watched those long legs, those savory hips and that scrumptious ass sway sexily over to the counter. I was flooded with a wave of lusty warmth as I marveled at what a sexy backside she had; the near perfect symmetry of her back, the alluring definition of her shoulder blades and the sinfully sexy curvature of her spine. But that ass! And those legs! I just couldn't keep my eyes off them.

Just then, I was hit with a revelation. Actually three of them. First was her name: Dominique. That has to be the sexiest name I've ever heard. Second was that there was no possible way this woman could be old enough to meet the criteria. And third, I was feeling incredibly guilty. Here this poor woman was pouring her aching heart out to me and I was still calculating on how to get her into bed. And not only me, but my fellow pledges would all take their turn with her as well. I was actually beginning to think about leaving when it occurred to me that she seemed to need and want my company right now. And who knows. Maybe a night of some sizzling hot and sweaty sex with a group of young college girls would be exactly what the doctor ordered for her. And it was actually going to be far more than just sex. From the way Jaclyn described it, we would be almost worshipping the woman; showering her with physical love and savoring her with unbridled passion and carnal desire. If we did it right, Dominique would walk away from this night feeling that she had been wanted and loved as never before.

I guess I must have really gotten lost in my thoughts because the next thing I knew, Dominique was standing beside me and gently tousling my hair to snap me out of my trance. I also inhaled the scent of her perfume. I don't exactly know what fragrance it was, but the way it melded with the chemistry of her body, it was nothing short of intoxicating.

"Hey." She said. "You still here, sweetie?"

"Huh?" 

"You seemed like you were a million miles away."

"Oh. Yeah. Sorry." I mumbled.

"No problem at all. As requested, a tall white chocolate mocha." She said and set it down in front of me then retook her seat across from me with a fresh coffee drink for herself.

Trying desperately not to appear nervous, I took a sip of my mocha and observed Dominique dig into her purse, retrieving her own compact and then checking the damage to her face caused by her emotional breakdown. She fussed with her hair and seemed to sneer with frustration as she studied herself in the tiny mirror.

"Oh Lord." She sighed deeply. "Would you just look at me?"

"Don't mind if I do." I said with a smile.

"No, I was talking to me. Look at this; an old woman trying desperately to be young again. And for what? To impress her own son? Jesus! Alicia, promise me that you'll never let yourself grow old."

"I would if I could, but I don't think I can. I hear it happens to all of us if we live long enough." 

"Tell me about it. Then at least promise me that you'll savor every moment of your youth. Because it only comes once and it's gone before you know it. Believe me."

"Dominique, are you trying to tell me that you don't think you're beautiful?"

"I'm a grandmother, Alicia. Grandmothers aren't beautiful. They're old!"

"And on the earlier subject of bullshit!"

"How old are you?"

The question was simple, so why was I finding it so difficult to answer? It almost felt like this was the moment of truth.

"I'm eighteen." I practically whispered.

"Oh my God." Dominique mumbled almost under her breath.

"What?"

Dominique inhaled deeply, shifted almost uncomfortably in her seat and seemed to be contemplating her response carefully. I felt a tightness burrowing into the pit of my stomach.

"My daughter is almost thirteen years older than you. And my bubbling baby boy is nearly eleven years older than you. And I have not one, but three grandchildren - the eldest of which is just nine years younger than you." Dominique explained.

"Okay, so your daughter is thirty-one, your son is twenty-nine and your oldest grandchild is nine. So I'm guessing that you started having your children when you were what? Eleven? Maybe twelve?" I said with a mischievous grin.

"Ohhh... Honey, that is without a doubt, the sweetest thing that anyone has ever said to me." Dominique replied; clearly very moved and deeply touched. "And she's not thirty-one yet. I said almost thirteen years older. She's still got a couple of months to go. But her mother, devastated to say, just celebrated her fifty-third birthday last month."

Instantly I could feel my heart and soul leaping for joy deep within me; it was all so perfect, better than I could have imagined. A divorced, mature white female of fifty-three that was tall, beautiful, sensual, incredibly sexy, highly sophisticated and had the added bonuses of being compassionate, kind and not looking a day over forty-three.

"Okay, so I take it you're dumping more bullshit on me again." I snapped with a grin.

Dominique's lips filled with a devious smirk as she again dug into her purse, retrieved her wallet and extracted her driver's license.

"It's been a very long time since I've been carded, but what the hell." She said and handed me her I.D.

The first thing that caught my eye, prior to confirming her age, which her date of birth proved to be true, was her full name. 

"Dominique Angelica Scarborough" I read aloud. 

Could this woman possibly be any more perfect for my purposes? It was such an elegant name and it fit her magnificently. In fact, it nearly launched me into erotic orbit.

"My God, that is so beautiful." I continued. "Amazing."

"Yeah. Amazing that they could fit it all onto that little piece of plastic." Dominique added.

We shared a laugh and I felt myself going suddenly all gooey and mushy inside at the sound of her laughter.

"Okay, so you're not bullshitting me. Still find it very hard to believe though." I said as I handed her license back to her. "Now I suppose I'll have to show you mine."

"No, that's okay. I believe you. But since you now know my full name, I'd at least like to know yours." Dominique said.

"Alicia Christian Carlisle." I replied.

"Oh my." Dominique said, seeming very impressed. "That's very beautiful too." 

"Thank you." I told her. "And now returning to the subject of shit-ass men; just exactly what kind of a dumb ass would blow off a date with you?

"Oh God!" Dominique scoffed. "Actually, I was the dumb ass."

"What do you mean?" I queried.

"Well, as I have been single for more than a little while now, I made the mistake of listening to the advice of several of my "married" co-workers at the office and signed up on a dating website called cougars are us dot com.

"Uh-huh." I mumbled. Now this was really starting to get interesting.

"It's a website for young men who are interested in meeting and dating older women." Dominique explained. "Mature women rather."

"Yeah, I get that." I replied. "So I take it that this guy who blew you off is younger than you?"

"Considerably."

"And was this to have been your first date with him?"

"No, we've been out a couple of times before."

"And?"

"And he's twenty-seven. He's young, dumb and full of... Well, you know."

"Yeah."

"And I won't lie; he's a very good looking young man. But I've always had certain qualms about having sex too early in a relationship. Particularly when the young man I'm contemplating going to bed with is two years younger than my own son."

"So basically he blew you off because you haven't put out."

"He didn't say that in so many words, but the undertones were pretty clear."

"Did you all kiss?"

"Just once. Not bad; at least up until he tried to jam his tongue down my throat."

"You know what? To hell with him!"

I couldn't believe what I was hearing myself say. Here I was with the singular goal of getting this woman into bed as quickly as possible and now I was commending her for not compromising her beliefs about having sex with someone too early; or someone too young.

"Yeah, that's pretty much where I'm at with it. But still, I was becoming rather fond of him. So when my son called and asked for a date with me tonight, it was like a little manna from heaven. But, how quickly falling manna turns to falling angel shit." Dominique said.

"Do angels really shit?" I asked.

Dominique instantly burst into laughter and it nearly melted me into a puddle. Her laugh was just so beautiful; almost melodious.

"Ohhh, Alicia...You are absolutely precious." Dominique stated so warmly. "And I just love your hair. It's so soft and beautiful." She reached across the table and tousled my coal black locks. "But then again, so are you."

I could only imagine how flushed I must have been as Dominique's compliment speared directly into my deepest heart and soul. My stomach leapt into my throat and evidently tripped over my heart on its way up because it was suddenly skipping every other beat. The moment was suddenly very awkward and I think she sensed it too.

"Okay, enough about me." Dominique began. "Why is such a beautiful young girl like you here by herself on a Friday talking to an old woman like me?"

"Will you stop calling yourself an old woman?!" I ordered.

"Okay, okay." Dominique said and threw up her hands in surrender. "You go to the university?"

"Uh-huh." 

"What are you studying?" 

"I haven't decided yet. I'm only in the second semester of my first year."

"And you want me to stop calling myself old when you say things like that."

"Ohh Dominique, what am I going to do with you?"

"I think there's a retirement home at the other end of town." Dominique jabbed. 

"I got a better idea. What do you say we go out on a date?" 

"Pardon me?"

"Look, you initially had plans to go out on a date with a younger man tonight, right? Then he cancelled on you and you then made plans for a date with your son. Also a much younger man. Then he cancelled on you. So either way, your plans for this evening were for spending it with a much younger person. So, does it really matter if that younger person now turns out to be a younger woman?" I expounded.

Dominique considered my statement with a soft and content look. Finally her face lit up into its beautiful smile.

"No. No, it doesn't. Truth be told, I think I'd much rather spend this evening with a young woman anyway." Dominique replied.

"Awesome!" I practically shouted.

"Oh! But surely you must have plans for this evening already." She retorted.

"Dominique, would I be asking you out on a date if I did?" I snapped. "So, what would you like to do first?"

Dominique looked at her watch and then at her phone.

"Gee, it's only four-thirty. Tad early for dinner. I do know this wonderful little Italian place a few blocks over. Although I don't usually eat dinner till around seven or seven-thirty. So I'm not particularly hungry at the moment."




Sorority Initiation



"Then why don't we finish our coffee and maybe take a little walk around town first? Maybe prowl a boutique or two?" I suggested.

"I think I'd like that very much." She said with a warm smile.

"Me too." I replied.

Dominique and I finished our coffee then walked together through the park to my car where I swiped my windbreaker for my white leather jacket and deposited my books in the trunk. The two of us spent the next couple of hours just wandering aimlessly about the quaint little town, chatting like old friends and prowling a few of the shops. I kept up a pretty consistent checking of the time, remembering that I had a deadline to meet. 

We were strolling down the sidewalk just after six-thirty and I had an overwhelming want to hold Dominique's hand. With a temporary lull in our conversation, I made mention that I was getting pretty hungry when Dominique hit me with the question I'd been dreading.

"So, do you have a boyfriend?"

I debated quickly about lying, but realized that it would be a very bad idea.

"No." I replied.

"Are you seeing anybody?" She continued.

"No." I replied.

I prayed that she would drop the subject there, but of course, she didn't and proceeded to innocently probe me further. It finally dawned on me that it would obviously be very apparent what the truth was once I got her into bed, so I decided that it would be better to get it out in the open now. At the very least, it would allow me to truly gauge what my chances for a complete seduction actually were. If my being a lesbian freaked her out, at least I'd know that I was wasting my time and could continue my pursuits elsewhere. But truth be told, I didn't want to. Dominique was who I wanted. I wanted her far more than I had ever anticipated. In fact, I was growing especially fond of her. To the point that I almost didn't like the idea of sharing her with the other pledges. So once again, another moment of truth. And so, I told her.

Her first reaction caught me completely off guard; her eyes bulged, she cupped her hand over her mouth and she apologized. At first, I was very confused, then for a brief moment, I almost got pissed off. It almost seemed that she felt sorry for me; like I was cursed or something. But I managed to remain calm and asked her to clarify.

"When you asked me earlier what woman doesn't have problems with a shit-ass man and I said maybe a lesbian." Dominique said. "Honey, I certainly didn't mean to be insulting. I didn't know."

Relief flooded through me.

"Oh! That. Didn't bother me at all." I replied.

"Still it was very insensitive of me. I just never would have imagined that a girl as beautiful as you might be gay." She told me. 

"Well, I am."

Dominique was quiet for a moment as we continued to stroll along the sidewalk.

"So? Do you have a girlfriend then?" She asked.

"Would I be on a date with you if I did?" I replied.

Dominique considered my reply for a moment then she suddenly stopped and turned to face me.

"No, I guess you wouldn't." She said with a smile and tousled my hair again. "God, what a day. First I get blown off for a date by a man younger than my son. Then I get blown off by my son! And now I'm on a date with a beautiful young girl who just happens to be a lesbian."

"So, you're okay with it?" I asked cautiously.

"Being dumped? No. Being blown off by my son? Absolutely not. Being on a date with you? Guess we'll just have to see how the night goes. But I'm having a good time so far." Dominique replied.

"Me too." I told her.

"Come on. Let's say we go to dinner." Dominique said with a smile and we continued on down the sidewalk. 

We hadn't gone ten steps when I felt her hand slip into mine and our fingers laced. My heart and stomach lodged simultaneously in my throat and my head sprung up and around to meet Dominique's eyes and beautiful smile.

"Well, were on a date, right? Don't people on a date together usually hold hands?" She said.

Dominique and I walked hand in hand for a couple more blocks to a charming, and dare I say, very romantic Italian restaurant. We entered to find the place packed and the Maitre D told us that it would be about twenty or so minutes before a table would be available for us; so he directed us into the lounge where there was a full bar. Much to my surprise, it was virtually deserted except for the young man tending bar. Dominique and I saddled up to a couple of bar stools and the bartender placed a cocktail napkin in front of each of us.

"What can I get for you this evening, ladies?" He asked with a smile.

"I would love a Grey Goose cosmopolitan." Dominique told him.

"Very good. And for you?" He asked me.

"Shirley Temple, please." I said.

"Just a Shirley Temple? You sure you wouldn't like something stronger?" Dominique asked.

"Well, yeah. But I'm only eighteen." I replied.

The bartender suddenly cleared his throat and leaned over the bar top toward Dominique, motioning her to do likewise and she did.

"You know, if your daughter would like to have an alcoholic beverage, she can; even though she's underage."

There was a very awkward moment of silence as I struggled with all my might to contain my laughter. I didn't dare look at Dominique for fear that we would both begin to crack up. Instead, I lowered my head and waited for her to explain the truth.

"Really?" Dominique asked, very intrigued. "And how is that?"

"According to state law, if you as her parent or legal guardian order the drink, I can legally serve it to you and then you can serve it to her." He explained.

"Is that right? Did you hear that, baby girl?" Dominique said as she glanced my way.

"Yeah. Cool." I replied still without looking up.

"Then why don't you make it two Grey Goose cosmopolitans." Dominique told the bartender.

"Coming right up." He replied. 

The bartender went off to make our drinks, at which point Dominique and I nearly fell off our barstools in muted but hysterical laughter. We finally regained our composure and reassumed our positions when the bartender returned with our drinks. As promised, he set both of them in front of Dominique.

"Can my daughter and I start a tab here and then transfer it to our table?" Dominique asked coolly.

"Absolutely." He replied.

"Great. Here you go, honey." Dominique said as she slid one of the beautifully made and very big cosmos in front of me.

"Thanks. Mom." I managed to spit out.

"Thanks? That's all I get? Thanks?" She asked playfully. "Doesn't buying you a drink constitute giving Mommy a kiss?"

My heart slammed into maximum overdrive as the words cleared her lips. Was she thinking what I hoped she was? I looked into those beautiful doe eyes and searched her beaming smile to hopefully find an answer. Dominique raised one of her eyebrows in the fashion of Mr. Spock. 

"Oh Mom... Do I have to?" I said; playing along.

"Come on. Give Mommy a kiss." She said with a wink.

I slid off my stool as Dominique swiveled hers toward me. I decided right then and there that I would go for broke. I cupped her exquisite face in my hands and pressed my lips firmly against hers. They were unbelievably soft, warm and succulent; just as I imagined they would be. I sensed Dominique's entire body seize as our lips pressed together, but she almost immediately relaxed and slipped into the role. Sliding those long and willowy arms of hers slowly and sensually around me, I boldly pressed the tip of my tongue against her lips and probed them; hoping against hope that they would part for me. 

And they did!!!

Feeling that my body was on the verge of an orgasmic eruption, Dominique's lips parted willingly and she welcomed my tongue into her mouth; and her mouth was pure velvet, a cauldron of lustful heat and full of unlimited promise. Her embrace around me tightened, clearly pulling me closer to her, and I slid my hands around to the back of her head, burying my hands in the soft locks of her beautiful hair. Again my pulse was exploding in my ears, my heart was thundering and I could just barely hear the bartender as he coughed, cleared his throat, mumbled an extremely uncomfortable excuse to exit and then did; no doubt stumbling over his hard dick in the process. Upon hearing the door slam, Dominique and I broke out of our kiss and embraced warmly, both of us laughing hysterically on each other's shoulder. 

With her arms still wrapped snuggly about me and my head resting on her shoulder as our laughter subsided, I breathed deeply the wondrous and hypnotic scent of my beautiful Dominique. I also made two very critical decisions. First, Dominique would be mine this night; and I would make love to her as no one ever had. Second, I would not share her with my fellow pledges. And though this decision meant that I would never become an Omega Pie, I honestly did not care. In the very short time since we'd met, Dominique and I had bonded in a way I hadn't anticipated, and I knew, as crazy as it may sound, that I was developing feelings for her. And for me to take her back to the Omega Pie House and make her the main attraction in a raw lesbian orgy would be like throwing an innocent lamb into a pride of lions. Though Jaclyn had so eloquently dressed up the whole affair with words like love, worship and fulfillment, Dominique would be nothing more than a piece of sexy meat for the pledges to devour. In a sense, she'd be nothing more than a cheap whore! We'd be taking advantage of her emotional weaknesses and using her body like a slut for our own purposes and pleasure. 

Well, I'm sorry, but no fucking way! Not Dominique! She is a warm, vibrant, compassionate and sensuous woman with a beautiful heart and a loving, gentle soul. And tonight, she will be mine, and mine alone.

I don't think anyone could have possibly asked for a more perfect dinner. Dominique and I were seated at a small table in a dimly lit corner of the dining room with soft and romantic music drifting through the overhead speakers. The food was nothing short of heavenly and Dominique ordered us a bottle of Chianti. We shared a sinfully delicious tiramisu for dessert and Dominique ordered us each a glass of Chambord to go with it. Needless to say, both of us were feeling really good by the time we were ready to leave and Dominique wasn't the least bit bashful about sliding her arm possessively around my waist as she led me out of the restaurant and into the cool evening air. I returned the gesture in kind and had to restrain myself from placing my hand on her ass. It almost felt like she was showing me off to all the other patrons; like she was saying to them, "look at what I get to have sex with tonight." Okay, maybe I was being a bit presumptuous.

It was just after nine by the time we left the restaurant. The night air was very crisp, there was a gentle breeze and the sky was crystal clear and overflowing with stars. There was even a full moon. Dominique and I continued our casual strolling along the sidewalk and she did not even attempt to release her intimate hold around my waist. Suddenly she stopped and spun me around to face her.

"Let's go dancing." She said exuberantly.

"Okay." I replied equally excited. "Where?"

"Notions." She said without hesitation.

I was taken somewhat aback, for Notions is an eighteen and over techno-nightclub a few miles outside of town that is heavily frequented by the university students. And it is the place to be on Friday and Saturday nights; stamp on the hand, blaring techno music, flashing lights, clouds of steam and a live Deejay calling different shot specials every twenty minutes. In short, Notions is not exactly the place the more mature public would choose to spend their evening. But Dominique insisted. So just before ten, Dominique and I climbed out of my mustang, stood in line for nearly fifteen minutes before I had my hand stamped, signifying that I was under twenty-one and we were soon dancing the night away in a packed house of wild college kids.

Dominique completely disarmed me as she totally let herself go and danced with the energy of a woman thirty years younger. She was approached by countless young men on the dance floor and though flattered, she seemed to only have eyes for me. And I have to confess that I was having a hard time keeping up with her. Finally I had to sit down to catch my breath and have some water, but Dominique was seemingly possessed and continued to dance the night away. 

I soon found myself again entranced as I watched this incredibly sexy and beautiful older woman move on the dance floor; those gorgeous legs, that wondrous ass, those magnificent breasts, those savory hips. Suddenly, Dominique spun around and her gaze fell directly upon me; it literally plowed into me like a speeding train. The intense look of lust and passion on her face was indescribably carnal and overwhelmingly arousing. Moving with the music, Dominique danced over to me, took me by the hand and pulled me back out on the dance floor. Dominique's arms went quick and low around my waist as my hands came to rest on her hips. It wasn't long before we were the center of attention as we were dancing a carnal dance of pure eroticism with our bodies rubbing up and against each other to the beat of the music. Our eyes remained locked on each other and our mouths often came within inches of searing together; but they never did. Both of us were sweating profusely from the strenuous dancing, the heat of the air and dare I say, the heat of desire for each other.

It was well past midnight and subsequently, long past my deadline when Dominique and I finally left the nightclub. But the deadline had long since become completely obsolete. This night was no longer about me becoming an Omega Pie; it was about me possibly falling for Dominique. Much to my surprise, the beautiful moon and starlit night of earlier had turned to a torrential downpour with gusty winds, booming thunder and brilliant flashes of lightning. Having left our jackets behind in the car, Dominique and I scurried frantically, but gleefully across the parking lot and I even opened the passenger door for her. Despite us both getting soaked, I bowed like a gentlemen of old and Dominique playfully curtsied in return and then slid down into the passenger seat as I closed the door behind her. I hurried around to the driver's side and slid down behind the wheel. I closed the door and looked at Dominique; both of us still giggling. Her hair was drenched, her clothes were saturated and plastered to her body and her rain soaked skin glistened luminously in the faint light. I suddenly realized that I had never before found a woman so attractive nor wanted anyone so badly; not even Jaclyn. Almost on cue, Dominique turned to look at me and we both instantly fell silent. Then before I truly grasped what was happening, Dominique pounced on me. Sliding her left arm around my shoulders, she pulled me to her and crushed her mouth to mine with a salacious and primal hunger. I instantly seized her head in my hands, my fingers burying themselves in her soggy locks and pulled her deeper into my mouth; our tongues were soon wrestling insatiably for control. Dominique cupped my right breast with her right hand and molded the supple flesh deeply and sensually with those long, sexy fingers through my soaking wet tank top.

Massaging me with near expert eroticism and carnal seduction, Dominique lightly pinched my now throbbing nipple and I exhaled a tender moan deep into her mouth. Pulling me closer to her over the center console, Dominique then slid her hand off my breasts and up to behind my neck, cradling it firmly and pushing me harder against her mouth and deeper into our kiss; her tongue overpowered mine and was exploring the deepest recesses of my mouth. My hands were roaming rather erratically over Dominique's lean and curvaceous body; savoring those fertile hips and grazing over those pert, ample breasts through her soaking wet clothes, all the while feeling my heart about to pound itself violently right out of my chest. 

Suddenly, Dominique dropped her hand off my neck and in an instant, placed it on my legs, just below the seam of my mini-skirt. Now my heart froze and I felt my pussy begin to boil, ache and spasm. Still locked in a wondrous kiss, I felt Dominique's hand slide sensually under my skirt and slowly up my inner thigh; her fingernails grazing softly over my skin. My legs almost automatically opened to allow her as much access as she wanted. Dominique rolled her hand slightly and teased the thin lace fabric of my panties with her fingertips directly over my slit and I chirped with delight down her throat. Softly and oh so sensually, Dominique rubbed my delicate, highly sensitive and very moist folds through my panties and I was soon squirming like a wiggle worm as the illicit pleasure coursed through me; particularly when Dominique coaxed a finger beneath my panties and began to stimulate directly on my pulsing slit, flesh to flesh. With that, I roughly seized a handful of her soggy hair and pulled her harder and deeper into our kiss, moaning almost continuously into her mouth now. I couldn't truly believe that this was really happening. That such a beautiful, sophisticated and mature woman like Dominique was so afire with passion for little ole' me.

Slowly, Dominique pulled out of our kiss, yet kept her hands planted firmly on my face and teasingly on my center as she looked deeply into my eyes. Both of us were breathing fast and labored as we gazed at each other. I slid my hand up her arm and softly caressed her cheek.

"Wow." She whispered breathlessly. "Such a sweet little mouth."

"Thank you." I whispered back with a smile.

"Alicia, I have to tell you; I have never in my life been more attracted to someone than I am to you." Dominique whispered.

"Then that makes two of us." I replied and we kissed softly.

"So what do you suggest we do about it?" Dominique asked almost slyly.

"Well, I think we should go someplace a little more comfortable and private and get out of these wet clothes before we catch cold." I told her.

"I see. And then warm each other maybe?" She hissed as she caressed my lips with her fingertip.

"Definitely." I replied as I nipped at it.

"And just how might we go about that? Warming each other up I mean." Dominique asked playfully as she now nipped at my lips. 

"With a lot of hot and sweaty sex." I hissed as I nipped back at hers.

"Your place or mine?" 

"Who cares?"

And with that, our mouths seared together again in another deep and wanton lover's kiss.

I don't exactly know how I managed to drive, but within twenty minutes, Dominique was leading me into her beautiful, colonial style house on the far side of town and up the stairs to her bedroom. With an almost maternal tenderness, Dominique undressed me and then had me sit, completely naked on the edge of her bed as she then proceeded to strip for me. She took her time, teasingly unzipping her high-heeled boots and letting me pull them off as she then slipped off her belt and wrapped it around my neck almost like a leash. Pulling me down to the floor on my knees with it, Dominique then swayed slowly, rhythmically and so sexily out of her jeans and turtleneck, followed at long last by her thin lace bra and finally, her panties.

The woman's nudity was flawless; her body was truly a work of divine and exquisite art. Pulling me up to my feet by my "leash", Dominique kissed me softly on the lips and then led me into the bathroom. The bathroom was totally modernized, almost futuristic with an enormous shower alcove with multiple shower heads and wall-lined with solid and smooth tiles of granite. Dominique removed my leash and led us into the shower, turned on the water and we were both instantly immersed with warm and soft water at every level. Embracing each other wantonly, Dominique and I grated our wet, naked flesh against one another as the water erotically caressed every nook, curve and cranny of our bodies. Clipping my chin in her fingers, Dominique tilted my head up and took my mouth possessively with her own, and I reveled deeply once again in the silkiness and heat of Dominique's delectable mouth, her luscious lips and her passionate kiss.




Sorority Initiation



Paula started at university just after her nineteenth birthday and was immediately approached by four other female students, who introduced themselves and invited her to join their sorority.

Eager to fit in and make new friends, Paula accepted the offer and was told to report to the girls the following afternoon after her final lecture of the day.

She was warned she would have to undergo an initiation ritual before being welcomed into the sisterhood but this didn't deter her. At the appointed time Paula entered a storage building in an isolated part of the campus. She had no idea what lay in store for her, and this uncertainty was making her nervous.

The other girls - 20-year-olds called Sadie, Rosie, Brenda and Pam - were waiting for her. They were in the process of placing a wooden table in the centre of the large storeroom.

They didn't say anything at first but marched Paula over to the table and positioned her with her back against it. They stood round her, and Rosie said: "On your knees, girl."

As Paula dropped to the bare concrete floor, Pam told her: "Until you complete your initiation, you address us as Miss Rosie, Miss Pam, et cetera."

"Yes, Miss Pam."

"That's better," smiled Brenda.

Pam continued: "Membership of the sorority isn't granted to just anyone. It's a privilege that has to be earned."

Paula was then hauled to her feet and bent over the table on her stomach. The senior girls positioned themselves in front of her face.

Rosie said: "Grasp the end of the table and stretch yourself out. You'll find this position can get quite uncomfortable after a while."

Paula discovered that the other end of the table was already digging into her slim hips. Brenda added: "You can call a halt to these proceedings any time you like, but obviously that would demonstrate your unworthiness to enter the sisterhood."

Pam continued: "Your initiation ritual is called Six-Six-Six - the mark of the beast."

Paula imagined the girls might 'tattoo' a 666 brand somewhere on her body with a marker pen, but Pam added: "We will give you six strokes with a tennis shoe on your backside. Then we'll lift up your dress and give you a further six. Finally, we'll pull down your panties and give you six on your bare bottom. Get it - Six-Six-Six?"

"Yes, Miss Pam."

Paula got it all right. After the first few whacks, she would be wondering how on Earth she could endure the rest of this spanking, knowing it would get progressively worse.

Rosie fetched the tennis pump from a cupboard and held it in front of Paula's face."It's a man's size ten," Rosie told her. "As you can see, we've cut part of the upper heel away to make for a better grip. How much do you think it's going to hurt?"

"I think it's going to hurt quite a lot, Miss Rosie."

Brenda said: "I'm sure an intelligent girl like you can be more eloquent than that. We want you to really think about what's about to happen to you, and describe your thoughts to us."

Paula replied: "It's going to be almost unbearable. My bottom will be getting sore very quickly and you'll probably beat me harder as you strip me. I will also be feeling very humiliated."

Brenda responded: "Hell, girl, that was good. Very articulate."

Rosie said to her friends: "Yeah, I'm beginning to warm to her, you know." 

"But that doesn't mean we're going to go easy on you, girl," added Brenda. "Yes, Miss Brenda. I understand."

Rosie stood behind Paula, tennis shoe in hand.

Pam told the outstretched spankee: "After each stroke, you will call out the number of that stroke and say 'thank you'. Failure to comply will result in that stroke being repeated until you get it right."

She then grabbed a handful of Paula's long auburn hair and jerked the girls's head up off the table.

"We want to watch the expressions on your face while you're being thrashed," Pam explained.

Rosie brought the tennis shoe down hard on Paula's left buttock. "One, thank you."

Rosie's second stroke was delivered to the other buttock, with equal force. "Two, thank you."

Rosie continued to alternate between rear cheeks. "Three. Uh! Thank you.Four. Oh! Thank you. Five. Ah! Thank you. Aah! Six. Thank you."

Rosie rested the tennis pump lengthways across Paula's bum, and declared: "She took that well. She stayed in position and didn't wriggle her bottom around like some do. How did she look at the other end?"

"Pretty good," said Sadie. "She was grimacing a bit but no snivelling or tears."

"You've been spanked before, haven't you?" Pam asked her as she gently lowered the girl's head back onto the table and let go of her hair.

"Yes, Miss Pam. Ex-boyfriend."

The four seniors smiled at one another. "Did you like it when he spanked you?" enquired Brenda. "Yes, Miss Brenda."

"Are you liking it now?" Sadie asked her. "And I want a detailed, honest answer."

Paula thought for half-a-minute and then replied: "Well, I've never been spanked by another girl before. I didn't think I would like it but I did enjoy it. It feels good, surrendering control to other women. It's exciting."

"And what did you think of Rosie's handiwork on your bottom?" asked Brenda

"Miss Rosie is a very good spanker, Miss Brenda. I think she's done this before and really knows what she's doing."

Rosie said: "Thank you. How's your backside feeling."

"It's a bit sore, Miss Rosie. Uncomfortable but not too painful yet. There's a tingling feeling all over it, which is quite ... er ... satisfying."

"She's good," said Sadie. "I like this girl."

"Are you ready for your next six strokes?" Brenda asked her. "Yes, Miss Brenda."

Sadie picked up the tennis pump from Paula's bottom and Brenda raised the girl's knee- length black utility dress, smoothing it down in place across her back. Rosie moved in front of Paula and said: "Will you keep your head up without me having to pull your hair?"

"Yes, Miss Rosie. Thank you."

Sadie's first stroke produced the first full-blooded scream from Paula. "Aaaaah, aaaaah! Seven. Thank you."

In contrast to Rosie's left cheek/right cheek technique, Sadie aimed every stroke at the same spot - the middle of Paula's rump. The girl was soon squirming on the table. The twelfth stroke was the most painful so far. It caught Paula high up, across the waistband of her panties.

"Aaaaagh!" she shrieked but she still managed to gasp: "Twelve, thank you, Miss Sadie." 

"Hey, Sadie," said Rosie, "that was a bit high."

"Yeah, I know," said Sadie, putting the tennis shoe down on Paula's back. "I didn't mean it to land there."

Sadie leaned forward, resting her right hand lightly on Paula's shoulder. "I'm sorry, girl. It wasn't on purpose, honestly."

"That's all right, Miss Sadie. I know you didn't mean it. It was my own fault; I was moving up and down too much."

Brenda said: "This is definitely the best girl we've had so far. So polite, and she's being totally honest with us."

The four friends allowed Paula a short rest before the final six strokes. Then they all took up position behind her, and Rosie said: "Pam is now going to give you six on the bare. You can keep your head rested on the table this time; we aren't interested in your face any more. We want to see that tennis pump thumping into your naked backside."

"Right, girl," added Sadie, "knickers down!" Each of the four seniors took hold of Paula's plain white cotton panties and yanked them down to her knees.

"Do you want to know how your backside is looking, girl?" said Brenda. "Yes, please, Miss Brenda."

"Well," said Sadie, "it's quite red all over, and you can see imprints from the sole of the tennis shoe here and there."

"How you feeling?" enquired Rosie.

Paula knew the girls expected a comprehensive reply. "I'm feeling very humbled and submissive with my bottom exposed - very vulnerable. I'm also thinking that the next six strokes will probably have me screaming and crying. But I'm trying to be brave.

"There's something else," added Paula. "The pain and degradation you are putting me through, I know it's for my own good - to make me a better, stronger person - and I appreciate the time and effort you are devoting to me."

"Oh boy, this girl is something else," cried Rosie. "That was excellent." Pam picked up the tennis pump and said: "You ready, girl?"

"Yes, Miss Pam."

"You do realise, don't you," Pam added, "that the last six strokes have to be the heaviest blows of all?"

"I understand, Miss Pam. I can take it."

"Well," said Rosie, "just remember you can stop it any time." 

"I can take it," Paula repeated stoically.

"That's the spirit, girl," said Brenda. Whack. Left cheek.

"Aaaah! Thirteen ... thank you." Smack. Right cheek. "Ow, ow, ow, ow. Fourteen. Thank ... you." The next stroke landed low, on the top of Paula's thighs. Her piercing scream echoed around the building. Eventually, she managed to mumble: "Fif ... fif ... teen. Thank ... you."

Pam said: "I'm sorry, girl. I didn't mean to swipe you across the legs. I know that really hurts. But you were writhing around so much, that stroke could have landed anywhere."

"My fault again, Miss Pam," gasped Paula. "I'll try to keep still for you." 

"Would you like us to hold you in position?" asked Brenda.

"Yes, please, Miss Brenda. Thank you very much."

Sadie took hold of Paula's wrists, Brenda knelt down and grasped her knees, and Rosie pressed down firmly - but not too hard - on her back.

"OK," said Pam,"just three more to go." Thwack. Dead centre. "Oh, Oh, Oh. Sixteen, thank you." Smack. Same spot. "Aaaah, aaaah, aaaah. Sev ... en ... teen. Thank ... you." Whack. Left cheek again. This time with enough force to propel Paula forward a couple of inches across the table top, lifting her feet off the floor. "Aaaaagh, aaaaaagh, aaaaaaagh. Eight ... een. Thank ... you."

As Pam tossed the tennis shoe onto the ground, her three friends released their hold on Paula, who was whimpering and trembling. But she wasn't crying.

"You're going to need ten minutes or so to recover," said Brenda. "We want you to stay over the table but you don't have to keep yourself stretched out any more. You can slide back down a bit."

"Thank you, Miss Brenda," said Paula, gingerly edging down the table. "You OK, girl?" said Sadie.

"Yes, thank you, Miss Sadie. I'll be fine, although my bottom is really throbbing now and I can't stop it shaking."

"OK, that's the initiation over," said Rosie. "You don't have to call us 'Miss' any more."

"Thank you."

"Would you like us to massage your bottom to ease the pain a little?" said Brenda. "Oh, yes please."

Brenda began to rub Paula's buttocks tenderly.

"Ooo, ooo, thank you. That feels so soothing," murmured Paula. A strange feeling began to snake its way around Paula's body as Brenda continued caressing her backside, and the girl's hips started to move to and fro along the table.

"Oh, Brenda, that's really nice."

"Yeah, I can see you're enjoying it," laughed Brenda. "You're turning her on," said Sadie. "Definitely," added Rosie.

"Tell us exactly what you're feeling," said Sadie. "I mean,you don't have to - you've passed your initiation - but we'd like you to share this with us."

"OK," said Paula. "I'm getting this warm feeling inside, starting in my tummy and then spreading. My heart's beating faster and I feel flushed all over. I don't want Brenda to stop. But it's a bit worrying; I'm not a lesbian. I like boys."

"We all have boyfriends," said Rosie. "But sometimes we like to play among ourselves for a change."

Paula was now breathing heavily and pushing her rump up and down beneath Brenda's gentle touch.

Rosie said: "Your hips must be quite sore after so long on the edge of the table. Would you like me to massage them too?"

"Yes, please," whispered Paula.

Rosie's fingers fondled the flesh where the table had dug into it, while Sadie began stroking the girl's hair.

"Tell us what you want us to do with you," said Brenda. "What you're doing; it already feels great," said Paula.

"Yeah, but you've got imagination, Paula," said Sadie. "Use it, fantasise."

"Well," said Paula, "I'd like you to turn me over and strip me completely. Then do anything you want to me. Like I said earlier, I'm enjoying the feeling of being powerless; that you four are in total control of me."

"Let's get her on her back then," said Sadie. The four seniors rolled Paula over, repositioning her in the centre of the table. They weren't being rough with her but they weren't being gentle either. Paula liked it. 

Rosie said: "We're going to turn your fantasy into reality, but that will involve us using our own imagination. It'll be role-play. We'll say things to you we don't really mean." 

"I want you to do - and say - anything you want to me," Paula replied huskily.

"Right," said Pam, "Let's get this little slut stripped - all the way. She's such a tart, she'll probably enjoy it."

Rosie winked at Paula and said: "See what I mean?"

"Yes," said Paula. "I know I'm a little tart and I deserve to be stripped and degraded. It serves me right."

Sadie smiled and said: "She certainly picks things up quickly."

The senior girls undid the buttons that ran down the front of Paula's cotton dress and peeled it off over her head. Sadie pulled her panties right off while Rosie and Pam hoisted her up by the arms forBrenda to unhook her bra fastenings and remove the garment. "Nice breasts, girl," remarked Brenda.

"You want those tits massaging too, don't you?" said Sadie. "Yes, please, Miss." Sadie and Rosie set to work on Paula's breasts while the other two held her down, pinning her wrists to the table top. After a few minutes, the four switched positions for Brenda and Pam to take over the tit teasing

Paula was moaning softly, and Pam asked her: "Do you think those naughty nipples of yours deserve to be punished?" "Yes, yes, Miss." Pam and Brenda grabbed a nipple each and squeezed hard. "Oooh, aaah," gulped Paula."Please don't stop."

"We've no intention of stopping until those nipples feel like they're on fire," said Brenda sweetly. Paula began writhing and groaning, opening her legs slightly. "What a little whore!" said Rosie.

Eventually, Sadie said: "This is getting boring. Let's turn our attention to another part of her anatomy. Let's have a good look at her pussy."

Pam and Brenda seized Paula's knees and spread her legs. "Open wide," said Rosie, chuckling.

"It's kind of cute," observed Pam as she inspected Paula's vagina. "Like a plumb that's just ripened."

"I suppose it's not in bad shape," remarked Brenda, "considering all the dicks she's probably had poking about in it."

"Yeah," said Rosie, "I should think a sleazy whore like her spends a lot of time stretched out on her back."

"Let's give her a good stretching right now," suggested Sadie.

Brenda and Pam gripped Paula's ankles while Rosie and Sadie tightened their hold on her wrists. "Ready," called Rosie, "one, two, three - pull!"

Each of the four tormentors took a step backwards and moved to the side, spreadeagling Paula with only her bottom remaining in contact with the table top. "Aaaaah, ooooh," cried Paula as her body squirmed between her new sorority sisters.

"Let's polish the table with her behind" said Pam, and they pulled Paula up and down the length of the smooth wood, faster and faster. The girl squealed at full volume as the friction intensified the anguish in her bum, which was already ablaze from the spanking. After a couple of minutes, the four seniors let go of Paula, and Brenda said: "How did that feel, girl?"

Between grunts and moans, Paula replied: "It felt like I was being torn apart - and my bottom's really on fire now. It was also so demeaning, having my legs wrenched wide apart so my pussy was totally exposed."

"This girl can certainly express herself," commented Sadie. "You didn't get any splinters in your backside, did you, Paula," asked Brenda. "I don't think so."

"We'd better check to make sure," said Rosie. They turned Paula onto her stomach again to examine her bum. Sadie gently ran her fingers over the girl's rump. "No splinters," she announced.

"What shall we do with her next?" asked Pam. The four friends moved away from the table for a brief, hushed conversation, while Paula turned over and tried to rub some relief into her aching limbs and haunches. Seconds later she was being hauled off the table and forced onto her knees.

"I bet you spend a lot of time kneeling down, don't you?" said Rosie. "All that cock-sucking you do. Well, you can get that tongue of yours working right now. You're going to lick our shoes clean. Get to it, girl."

The four stood in a line, and Paula had to make her way slowly down it, cleaning all eight shoes with her tongue. After the last one, Paula was ordered to stay on her knees, with her hands on her head, while the seniors inspected their footwear.

"I don't think she put nearly enough effort into it," said Pam. "Let's make her do it again but this time she has to lick the soles clean."

The girls perched themselves along one side of the table, in a row, and held their feet out about six inches off the ground.

"Come on, you little slut," said Brenda, "let's see that dirty tongue really working this time."

Paula again crawled from one girl to the next, this time slurping her tongue over the soles of their shoes. When she had completed her task, she was made to stand to attention in front of the girls while they debated her next ordeal.

"I think we ought to get some of those old skipping ropes over there," said Rosie, pointing to a corner of the storeroom, "and tie her up."

"Yeah," agreed Sadie, "let's tie her to the table."

"And," Brenda said brightly, "we could get our boyfriends over to have a good look at her. I bet she'd like being put on show."

Sadie said: "What do you think of that, girl?"

"I think it would be very embarrassing and I would feel so ashamed but Brenda is right, I probably would enjoy it really."

Paula was quickly lashed to the table - still naked - and Pam and Rosie went off to find the boys. In their absence, Sadie and Brenda took the opportunity to further tease and torment their willing victim. They kissed her on the lips, played with her breasts, and ran their fingers along her inner thighs.

Paula was obviously becoming increasingly aroused. She cried out in pleasure as she felt Sadie's fingers rubbing her pussy, which became 

moist immediately.

"We want you nice and primed, ready for the boys," said Brenda. "Pussy wet, nipples hard, flushed in the face - gagging for it."

For the first time during the afternoon's proceedings, Paula was having second thoughts. "Can I ask a question, please?" she said. "What are you going to let those boys do to me?"

"We won't let them touch you, I promise," said Sadie. "We want to see you humiliated, not raped!"

At this point, Pam and Rosie returned with the four boys in tow. Rosie was carrying a bowl of hot water with two sponges floating on the top. Pam had a towel over her shoulder. Paula eyed the bowl suspiciously from her bonds.

"Don't worry," Rosie reassured her, "this is quite innocent. We're not going to dunk your head in it, or anything like that. You'll be grateful for it later, you'll see."

Paula turned her focus to the boys and her face reddened. Part of her longed to be able to close her legs to conceal her vagina but another part of her relished the attention.

"That's it, lads, take a good look," said Pam. "That's what she's here for - but remember, no touching." The boys strolled around Paula, inspecting every inch of her.

"What's it like being tied naked to a table, spreadeagled, and having four boys drooling over you?" asked Brenda.

"It's degrading," replied Paula, "but it's also exciting."

Paula saw that all four boys had erections that were tenting out their trousers, and despite herself she became even more aroused.




Sorority Initiation



"Come on, boys," said Sadie, "don't be shy. Show her those stiff cocks, she'll enjoy it."

The lads didn't need further encouragement. Two stood on one side of the table and the other two on the opposite side, near Paula's head.

They undid their trousers and let them drop, pushed down their underpants and lifted their shirts. Paula gazed from one swollen dick to the next, transfixed. She had never before seen more than one cock at any given time.

"Told you she'd like it," said Sadie.

"Hey, I got an idea," chirped Rosie. "Why don't you guys masturbate for her?" "Oh, yeah, cool," said Rosie. "You could cum all over her."

Sadie bent down and said to Paula: "We won't let them do it unless it's what you want." Paula surprised herself with her instinctive reply: "I want them to wank in my face and

over my tits."

"Well, you heard her, guys." said Brenda. "What you waiting for? Go for it, knock yourselves out!"

The boys moved in closer and started tugging on their dicks. Paula was mesmerised by the spectacle, and was also fascinated by the look on the boys' faces. She got it on the breasts first. Two of the lads on the point of ejaculation leaned over her chest and let fly, the semen covering both tits. Seconds later the other two came, spurting spunk into her face, their pulsating cocks just inches from her eyes.

As the boys wiped their dicks with tissues and pulled their pants and trousers up, Brenda said to them: "OK, so she's seen you cum. Now you can watch as we make her climax."

The lads thought Christmas had arrived early. "You up for it, Paula?" asked Pam. "Yes, please make me cum."

The four girls held a short, whispered discussion and then stood in a semi-circle at the end of the table to which Paula's ankles were lashed, the boys remaining two on each side.

"Each one of us girls is going to make you cum," announced Brenda. "Four orgasms, back to back. Think you can take it?"

"I think so."

"Good girl," said Rosie.

Sadie went first. She teased Paula with her tongue, moving up and down her pussy lips, and then inserted a finger inside her pussy, flicking her clitoris.

"Oh, oh, aaah," moaned Paula as she began thrusting against Sadie's hand. Paula climaxed a minute later with a long, single shriek that came from deep inside her. As Sadie stepped back, Brenda was eager to get to grips with the helpless girl. This time it took longer for Paula to cum and the build-up was almost unbearable, the older girl relentlessly pounding her pussy with two fingers until she eventually exploded.

Paula realised the third orgasm would take even longer, and the fourth longer still. Her pussy was now dripping, and sweat streamed down her face onto her breasts, mingling with the boys' semen.

Pam was next. She played with Paula's tits for a while, massaging the sweat and spunk into her nipples as Paula's tethered body shook uncontrollably. Pam began tweaking one nipple as her hand moved down to massage Paula's lower belly and pubis, quickly locating her clitoris without entering her. She stimulated this sensitive spot until Paula went off like a rocket.

Rosie didn't allow Paula any time to recover; she was in like a shot, lightly swatting the girl's pussy a dozen times. Paula screamed and her body twisted in its bonds as Rosie slipped her whole hand into the dripping, swollen pussy pumping harder and harder. "Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh," Paula grunted in time with Rosie's thrusts. After several minutes, Paula let out an almighty, guttural scream as her body burst into her fourth orgasm.

"Wow," said one of the boys, "that was one hell of a show."

The 'enforced' orgasms had distracted Paula from her sense of degradation but now a sense of shame washed over her. She blushed again, and Sadie said to the boys: "I think you'd better go now. We need to get this girl cleaned up." As the lads trooped out, Rosie and Brenda undid Paula's bonds.

"You'd better stay put on the table for a bit," advised Rosie. "You won't be able to stand for a while, let alone walk."

Paula assumed Rosie's assessment was based on personal experience; that she and her sorority friends had been through the same ordeal or a similar one.

Rosie confirmed this when she said: "Isn't it the most intense thrill - being wanked on by four boys and then have four girls bring you to climax one after the other?"

Paula managed to find her voice. "Yeah, it was fantastic," Paula said hoarsely. "But I feel ashamed now."

"That'll soon wear off," said Brenda. "Trust me."

"I do trust you," Paula responded. "I trust all of you." 

"That's what it's all about," said Pam.

"Yes, I understand that now," said Paula.

"Right," said Rosie, bringing the bowl, sponges and towel over to the table, "let's get all this gunk off our new friend."



Sorority Initiation Spy



My sister Debbie could talk her way out of just about any predicament.

Cute, precocious, innocent, Debbie had an arsenal of effective weapons. She could smile, bat an eyelash, tuck her skirt a bit higher and flirt with the best of them. She could kill with kindness when she had to, and when all else failed, turn on the syrupy sweet charm that could melt men’s hearts and turn them into putty.

Being a couple years younger than she, I watched her learn her craft through her high school years, then excel at in her collegiate days. 

She had my parents wrapped around her fingertips, her teachers too. By the look of her grades at the University, she apparently had her way with the professors, and the fact that she was named Homecoming Queen and student government in her sophomore year let me know that none of her charisma had worn off as she had gotten older. 

I had the good fortune of trailing my big sister at the University, and have to admit she steered me to the right teachers and classes. Everyone knew pretty Debbie, and being her little brother helped in non-scholastic ways too --- it got me laid. 

But I am ahead of myself. 

As popular as Debbie was, I was just the opposite. I was shy throughout my high school years, never even getting the nerve to ask a girl for a date until late in my senior year. That near disaster, prissy Mary Ann Constantino was a match made by our mothers for the senior prom, was made good only when after an unbelievable several hours of misery and pain in the decked out gymnasium we gave up on all pretenses of a romantic evening and changed into our knock around clothes and stealth down to the lake. 

There, while other couples were making out, we sat and skipped rocks and spoke of sports, school and the weather all the while suffering through long periods of quiet. 

When I dropped her off at home before our extended curfew of 2 a.m., I felt I had wasted an evening. The conversation was merely nice, like talking with your sister about the weather. We never made it into the backseat for any groping, nor did we embrace in the front seat. Heck, at the end of the night I barely got a good night peck on the cheek. What hurt worse was that several of my friends disclosed to me that Mary Ann had been bad-mouthing me to several of her girlfriends, going so far as to say I couldn’t even get it up for her that fateful night. The gall of the girl, she had a force field around her that night which kept my hands away from her. I didn’t even have a light case of blue balls.

Like I said, it was a disaster. Why she had to make it worse by trashing me I didn’t know, but there wasn’t much I could do about it after the fact. Needless to say, Mary Ann didn’t get a call for a date from me again and I insisted my mother stay out of my dating life.

My sister consoled me, telling me that Mary Ann was merely a mistake, a pothole in the garden of love. Her words soothed me, but it wasn’t easy getting over the bards of my friends who rode me mercilessly on my disastrous prom affair. I could swear some girls looked at me as if I was a geek or pervert or something.

Life went on. I changed the style of my hair, bought some new clothes, and even learned a few jokes, complete with punch lines. Nothing seemed to work.

Everyone said there were other fish in the sea, so I plowed on in the love department. The closest I came to sampling a woman’s favors came that summer when I dated a girl with a “reputation”. Lisa Marie was known around the guys in my class as an E-Z lay. Several guys openly spoke of bedding her, while others intimated they had. Somehow I got the courage to ask her out, and we had several nice movie dates. On the third date I got the nerve to kiss her, and it was fantastic. Her lips were soft, and I held her tight mashing my face against hers. But somewhere between kissing her perfect lips and attempting to go a little further, my hands and plans were derailed.

“I’m not that kind of girl,” said the girl known around the schoolyard as a slut. “Stop!”

My hand had barely copped a quick feel of a sweater-covered breast when her words stopped me in my tracks. No meant no, and I pulled back to my side of the front car seat. I begged and pleaded but no fire was kindled. Shot down by the loosest girl in my class.

If you had taken a poll the following Monday, most would have assumed I had scored that night, and I said nothing to dispel the thought, but of course I knew the truth.

Debbie knew it wasn’t the case. My sister sympathized with my plight, giving me encouragement, telling me it wasn’t about sex but love. The right girl would come along and the sexual escapades would follow. Easy for her to say, she was Ms. Popular and had the pick of the litter of college guys while I couldn’t even find leftover girls who couldn’t beg for a date. 

Still, she would support me when I was down, lifting my spirits.

At State I, at Debbie’s insistence, joined several clubs, as she felt my interacting with girls would lead to something. But if anything, it sent me the other direction as none of the girls who interested me were at all interested in me. Truth be told, I was still a bit geeky, lacked confidence, and just didn’t carry a conversation. 

I poured myself into classes, and did carry good grades that first semester. I’d go to a few mixers, a couple frat parties, and I actually did get a little bit better with my interactions with the fairer set. Still, no girly action, just a self-sympathetic reaction. 

Sitting in the cavernous student union, I’d people watch, and invariably would notice guys and girls sitting together, joking, studying and so forth. Some would hold hands, some kiss, and I’d gaze on with envy when a guy or girl would pat her partner on the butt or swing into a hug on their way out of the building. One day…

Student mixers weren’t much better, I’d asked a few girls to dance and actually spazed my way round the dance floor with some, but nothing came of it. 

Debbie laughed at my predicament. “Ah, come on Jon, it’s not the end of the world.”

“Sis, couldn’t you fix me up with someone?” I begged.

“We’ll see, we’ll see,” she’d reply, shaking her pretty head, but nothing seemed to come of it. 

My sexual activities included reading passed on Hustlers and Penthouse magazine, with an occasional Friday night blue movie at the x-rated theater in Danville, a town about 15 miles away. A couple times I spied young lovers making out down at Lover’s Point, an out of the way spot where kids parked. Several times, from a secluded spot just yards away, I spied a young woman giving head to her beau, and once actually saw a couple having sex in the back seat of a Toyota Camry. 

Then came the call.

“Hey, sluggo, you heading home for the weekend?”

It was Debbie. Her voice was more syrupy than usual, leading me to believe she was up to something. As she continued, I quickly realized she was.

“If you are around town I’d like you to help out in some of the sorority initiation activities. Are you game?”

I asked if it involved me dressing up in a stupid costume, or being made fun of, or other embarrassing task.

“Nope,” she said with a laugh. “I guarantee you’ll love it. Who knows, it could be a lot of fun and a little exciting too!”

“What do you mean?” I quizzed? 

“Friday night, 10 p.m., meet me at the back door of the Ti house.”

Why not? Heck, I had nothing better to do. It would give me some time to study and who knows, it just might be fun. 

Over the rest of the week I wondered what evil Debbie had thought up for her potential new “sisters”. Probably putting them in some embarrassing position, one which she couldn’t trust just any guy with participating. She knew I’d keep my mouth quiet to the death.

Just before 10 on Friday night I approached the back of the Ti House, and seconds later Debbie appeared. “You’re on time! Way to go, Bro.”

I smiled at Debbie’s attempt at poetry. She looked a bit different, wearing pants, a white men’s shirt, and a baseball cap. Heck, she looked more like a guy than a girl. 

“Part of the costume, you like?” she asked, twirling in the shadows of the building.

“Uh, it’s not you,” I replied, “but whatever lights your match.”

Debbie waved me into the old Victorian house. We scooted down a hallway, hearing some sort of mood music in the living room, and went down to the barely lit basement. There she un-hatched her diabolical plan. “It’s pretty simple, the potential sisters have all been grilled and quizzed on why they want to join our sorority, and they’ve had every bit of their lives scrutinized by the counsel. It’s amazing how open they can be when under the gun.

“Your job is to join me down here and do what the girls ask. Each has been given an assignment, like going up to a guy and ask for his underwear, or to yell out stupid statements at town square, or to perform some juvenile prank at the mall. The other sisters will be working with those girls, ensuring they are up to the task, while you and I will be the leaders here for three of the problematic girls. These two are prissy, girls with an attitude, who I’m not sure deserve to be in our sorority. Each is sitting in a different room upstairs, and each will be given an envelope of an assignment they are to complete as their last facet of the initiation.”

I looked at my sister, thinking this could be fun. “So what can I do?”

“Listen carefully and do exactly as I say! Your job is to stay behind the boxes in the back of the room over there. Each of the girls will come down to the basement. I will lead them down here, I will be wearing a Mardi Gras mask. The girls are to follow the script we’ve written for them. Once in the basement they will put on a blindfold, so they will not be able to identify you. But to be on the safe side here’s a mask for you…it’s a former president you might remember. The one who was caught with his fingers in the intern. You just do as they ask, nothing more. If they say jump, you jump. If they want a drink, get them one. Get the picture?”

Confused as to what kind of initiation this would be, I began to ask Debbie what in the world she was talking about. She shushed me and just told me to simply do as the girls said and all would be well.

She twirled and made her way back up the stairs as I move to the back of the room behind the boxes. I moved things around so that I could stay in the shadows yet still see the women come down the stairs. Then, looking to the left, I could spy the desk and chair in the center of the room. A bright ceiling light lit that area of the basement, but all of the surrounding areas were in the shadows.

The wait seemed like an eternity. I could here music upstairs, a little bit of side clatter, but there was no activity in the basement for a half hour. I amused myself by reading through some old Cosmos and Brides magazines, spending more time with the former than the latter. 

Finally, I heard the creaky basement door open, and I made sure I was secure in my hiding spot. I couldn’t see anything for the longest of time. My curiosity was driving me nuts, but finally, through a small opening in the stacked boxes, I saw a young girl, holding a lit candle and wearing a long toga style robe slowly walking toward the small area where a green stuffed arm chair and a wooden desk stood. There was a pillow on the desk, and nothing else. The area was lighted by one powerful bulb, and the girl came to a stop in front of the desk.

She turned and faced Debbie, an unsure look upon her face. 

“Oh sister, oh sister, I have come into this den to reflect on my actions of the week,” the girl said in a practiced voice. “Thank you for your concern about my behavior. This pledge week has been a learning experience for me.”

The girl was about five feet, five inches tall, but the robe did not reveal much about her body. She had long brown hair, with rosy cheeks. Irish, most likely, and I bet she had a wonderful smile. But not this day, as her face was a bit flushed.

“Well, Erin, you have been a little bit, well, unhelpful this week.” My sister was speaking to the girl as if she were a child who had been a bit contrary. “You know the rules. I will say no more. This is your final test for membership in our association. I hope you perform your role well.” 

The words, which were missing from the speech, were “or else” as it was clear young Erin would have to perform the predetermined duties well or she would not be admitted to the sorority.

I spied as the girl blew out the candle, placed it on the floor, then reached over to the desk and put on a mask. She then tightly secured a blindfold she pulled from somewhere within her robe and placed it tightly around her head, blinding her eyes. She felt around, ultimately sitting down into the armchair. With her eyes blinded, I stood and looked at my sister, who put a single finger in front of her lips to silence me. 

Debbie walked to the corner and turned on a CD. It was some sort of medieval melody, the kind you heard as background music on the History Channel when Knights were sitting around a table or young damsels were stroking their long blond hair. It was then I noticed the long wooden paddle Debbie was holding in her hand. It was a sorority paddle that the pledges were required to carry around campus.

The quiet of the basement was ended when Erin cleared her throat, took a deep breath, and began to speak.

“Oh ladies of the house, a group I hope to call sisters, I have been afoul of many of your rules and regulations. I have spoken out of turn, and I have failed several of your assignments. But I am here to ask your forgiveness. I am here to throw myself upon the mercy of your good hearts. I want to join this wonderful group, to be one of you.”

She paused, words forming in her brain but not coming out of her mouth. I wondered where this was going, but it was fascinating being a voyeur of this ceremony.

“I have been bad,” she quietly said in a voice just above a whisper. “I must be punished. I beg of you, please punish me and let me prove I am worthy of membership.”

Speech over, she uncomfortably stood. She reached out and felt the desk, moving toward it. She bent over the desk, placing her midsection on the pillow, then reached back and lifted the toga up her legs, thighs, and bunched it around her midsection. She stood with only beige thong panties covering her behind. 

“I have been bad,” she repeated. “I must be punished. Please spank me. Please make me pay for my indiscretions. I deserve 50 swats. Please, sister, start the process which will heal me of my improper attitude and behavior.”

My eyes bulged, as did another portion of my anatomy, as I observed the Kodak moment in front of me. The girl’s ass was bared to Debbie, and as I silently moved around the boxes, to me as well. 

Debbie waved me closer and I watched as she slowly rubbed the paddle against Erin’s perky white ass. This girl obviously worked out, as her thighs were well formed and not an ounce of fat was on her 18-year-old ass. The angle she was over the desk accentuated her butt, and it was a pleasure to observe.

“Please, sister, please spank me.”

“If you insist,” said a firm Debbie. “Don’t forget to count, because I might forget.”

“Yes sister!”

Debbie moved to the side of the girl and moved the firm wooden paddle horizontally away from objective. She then pulled it toward the ass, striking it firmly in the middle of the virgin white ass.

The resultant swat was followed by a cry from the lips of young Erin. “Ouch!”

“What did you say, pledge?”

A meek voice replied, “That’s one, thank you sister.”

“That’s better, I don’t think you want me to remind you again!”

“Yes, sister.”

Debbie gazed intently at the girl, pausing for effect. Erin sort of trembled, just one step along the way of 50 that undoubtedly would be humbling and hurtful. I could swear her ass wiggled a bit before the second, third, fourth and fifth swats from the paddle struck her behind.

Erin began crying after the eighth swat, and her counting became more like begging. I could tell her butt was stinging as her hold on the sides of the table got more pronounced and her ass began reddening. The early swats started blood rushing toward her ass cheeks and soon they were a bright shade of crimson.

“That’s 10,” said Erin with what I assumed were tear stained eyes. The blindfold kept any moisture from cascading down her face, but the sniffles and yelps of pain were there.

After 20 swats Debbie turned to me and mouthed that it was my turn! I couldn’t believe it. I was going to get a chance to spank the helpless soon-to-be sorority sister with the cute but red ass.

As I stepped closer to the girl, paddle in hand, I spied her defenseless ass and got a peek at her pussy. She was a natural brown haired beauty down there, and my already hard cock got harder as I observed her wiggling ass. 

“Oh please, sister, 20 strokes of the paddle are not enough for my insolence. Please spank me some more.”

I willingly obliged, sending one, two, three and four slow, easy strokes against her ass. After each Erin counted, and hearing her passionate cries of pain was music to my ears. I am not a sadist. Heck, I had never struck a woman before. But the intense naughty behavior of spanking a co-ed was so very hot.

After 40 strokes I stopped, looking over at my sister. She was sitting on a box, watching intently. I began stroking Erin’s ass, and she sort of shook at my touch. Her ass was hot, red hot, and I knew she must be in a little pain. 

“Sister, please continue,” she uttered. Underneath that statement I could clearly hear the word “bitch!”

Insolent girl, I thought, and swatted her ass hard. It was the first hard spank I had given her. “I’m sorry,” she cried.

I struck her ass again before she could count the first, so she would be receiving more than 50. 

Swat!

“Thank you, that’s 40.”

Spank!

“Thank you, that’s 41.”

Debbie took over at 45 and I went back to my hiding place. When the spanking was complete Erin lay over the desk for several minutes, regaining her composure. She rubbed her pained ass, and soon stood up, head bowed, and turned around. Her toga fell toward the ground, and she reached down to pull up her panties giving me my final glimpse of tender, prime, teenage pussy.

It took everything I had not to jerk off. Smartly, though, I kept quiet as the two girls marched back upstairs. 

I was speechless at the spectacle, which was hotter than any of the porno flicks I’d seen from the Resident Assistant’s special cabinet. My mind wandered back toward the spanking, and how I had managed to control myself while still inflicting the required punishment. Then I heard the upstairs door open once more. 

Again, a girl walked into sight wearing a white toga and carrying a candle. Debbie was right behind, and I couldn’t help but wonder if I would be spanking another young lass. This girl was a bit heavier, had short red hair, but there was no doubt about it. I realized that it was none other than the prissy Mary Ann Constantino, my high school prom date. She appeared nervous as she stood in front of the desk and chair, but of course she knew what was to happen next. I sat back and spied the two as they went through their ritual. 

Then I spotted another person, a guy. I knew him, his name was Richard, and he was one of the guys who dated my sister. I had no idea what he was doing in the room. Still, the pre-set plan was in place and I observed while the main participants in this sensual play interacted. 

The room was still as the girl handed Debbie the candle, and my sister blew it and sat it on the desk. “Mary Ann, are you ready to perform?”

The once holier than thou red-haired girl nodded her head.

“I am, sister, I am ready to open myself up to you. You are a wise junior, while I am a mere unworthy freshman. I know what you caught me doing with Richard, and it was wrong. I know that we were to keep our hands away from pleasuring ourselves during the Rush, and I surely knew the rules about messing around with a sister’s boyfriend. I couldn’t help myself. I thought you two had broken up. I know different now, and I know I must be punished.”




Sorority Initiation Spy



My sister nodded once again, and told Mary Ann to get on with her penance. I expected her to bend over the desk, but instead she sat down on the armchair. Debbie moved away, again observing from a seat on a box. 

Mary Ann reached down and lifted up her toga, revealing and then demurely removing blue cotton panties. She dropped them on the floor, and then spread her legs wide over the arms of the chair, fully exposing her snatch. Her pussy hair was tightly trimmed into a heart shaped design. She cautiously began opening the petals of her pussy lips.

“Sister Debbie, I’m sorry you caught be playing with my pussy in the room last week, and I thank you for not telling all of the sisters about my transgressions,” she slowly stated, as if reading from a prepared script. “Then you found out I slept with your boyfriend. I hope by doing this and other things in front of you I will have performed the proper penance for you to vote for my inclusion in this wonderful sorority.”

Mary Ann began playing with her pussy, slowly at first, with fingers dancing in the folds of her cunt. She became visibly excited after a bit, moisture emerging from her pulsing pussy. Her gentle touch brought gasps from Debbie and oohs and ahs from Richard. She fingered herself, slowly at first and then quicker, using one and then two fingers to excite her cunt. The girl was lost in her efforts, her face contorted and her thighs trembling. I had never saw another person masturbating him or herself, and this was red-hot erotic. 

My high school prom date turned college freshman worked on her pussy with vigor, her head back and eyes closed. Her fingers worked overtime and soon her midsection was nearly bouncing as she brought herself higher and higher. Soon she reached her peak, and she groaned out loud orgasm.

Mary Ann calmed after her orgasm but her fingers never stopped playing with her pussy. Her eyes opened, and she looked around the room at Richard and Debbie. Soon she had a pronouncement: “I need to be fucked!” she said with a groan. “I need a cock.”

With that Richard walked over to her and dropped his pants. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing, but apparently this was part of the performance. Mary Ann reached over and grabbed his lengthening dick, stroked it, then began licking it from stem to stern. She kissed the hard cock, and then licked it some more. His hard cock was pulsing as it jumped at the girl’s face. Mary Ann wantonly rubbed the dick all over her lily-white face while still fingering her pussy. 

She pushed the Richard away, put on the blindfold, and then wrapped the dark kerchief around her head. Then, laying back into the chair, she held open her pussy for her lover.

“Fuck me, please fuck me. I need your dick.”

Richard, however, had other ideas, turning and quietly walking out of the room and up the stairs, closing the door behind him. I quizzically looked on as Mary Ann continued her begging for cock while playing with her pouty pussy. “Oh Richard, please fuck me. I need your dick in my pussy.”

I looked over at my sister who had this Cheshire Smile gracing her face. She looked at me, and beckoned me out from behind the boxes. I did a double take then emerged from my hiding place. 

“Go ahead, fuck her,” whispered Debbie, nodding at the girl who dissed me in high school.

“Yes, please fuck me, please,” pleaded Mary Ann. 

It was music to my ears. When there’s a woman in need what can a gentleman do? I unhooked my belt, unzipped my pants, and let them drop to the floor. I moved closer to Mary Ann slid between her open thighs. It didn’t matter that she thought she was going to be fucked by Debbie’s boyfriend Richard. What she didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her.

I was still a virgin, but I knew what to do. The fact that Debbie was watching made it all more exciting. Here the girl who had been mean to me in high school was playing with her pussy and begging to be fucked. All due to the stewardship of my older sister. I looked back at her, dick in hand, and she nodded her head once again. 

“Fuck me, fuck me,” begged the prone girl in front of me. 

I moved closer and slipped between Mary Ann’s creamy thighs. I slid my dick up and down her wet snatch, bringing a gasp from the girl’s lips. “Give it to me, give me your hard dick.”

Mary Ann sounded like a porno queen with her insistent begging for cock. It was the hottest moment in my life. I pulled back a bit then thrust forward deep into her pussy. The feeling was incredible, like nothing I had ever imagined. I was in a girl’s pussy, all the way! And she did not have a clue it was me.

“Oh Richard, fuck me. I love your dick,” cried out the girl, slowly rolling her hips around my cock. 

“Quiet down, Mary Ann, and let him fuck you,” said the voice from behind. Apparently Debbie wanted to remind the girl who was in charge. “By the way, you look like a slut.”

“Oh yes, I’m a slut. I love to fuck. I’m fucking your boyfriend in front of your eyes. What a whore I am.”

If only she knew it wasn’t Richard, but me, the guy she nearly spat on just a year ago was fucking her little pussy. Using it, like a John uses his hooker. Fucking her with nothing but lust in his mind and body.

I couldn’t help myself, I fucked Mary Ann hard and fast. Apparently too fast for Debbie.

“Pull out,” she commanded. It took a few seconds but I compiled.

“Rub your dick on her face!”

I put my hand behind Mary Ann’s head and pulled it against my rock hard cock. I rubbed my dick against her face, rubbing her pussy juices onto her cheeks. It was so incredibly hot, using the girl. I could probably have jerked off on her face and there wouldn’t have been a whimper of denial.

Soon Debbie made her next pronouncement. “Get on your hands and knees, Mary Ann, and make it snappy.

The girl did, and pointed her as high in the air at me. Debbie held her hand up at me as if to halt me from slipping back inside her moist slot. Mary Ann started to say something, but hesitated. She was having a hard time getting the words to emerge from her lips.

“Let’s hear it Mary Ann, you know what you want,” coaxed Debbie.

“I, uh, please, uh, oh shit! I need to be fucked up the ass! That is the only proper punishment for me.” 

There, the words were out. I looked back at Debbie, questioning the request. I mean, just minutes before I was a virgin. Now I had a pretty girl on her hands and knees in front of me with her ass in the air begged to have a dick stuck into the naughtiest of holes.

I moved forward and began rubbing my dick up and down her ass crack, finally situating the tip against her ass hole. I pushed and pushed until the cock popped past the ass ring. First and inch, then two and finally three forced its way into Mary Ann’s tight little ass.

“Ooowwwww!” cried out the girl, my dick plowing into her virgin ass. I couldn’t believe how tight it was, and nearly lost it within a minute of gaining entry to the girl’s tight ass.

As Mary Ann cried Debbie stepped closer and told me to pull out. She then smacked Mary Ann’s ass five times. “Turn around, pledge, and lay back.”

Mary Ann lay back on the armchair and immediately opened her thighs. I stepped up to her again, and once again slipped my dirty dick inside her mouth. She worked on my dick, cleaning it of all foul residues from her backside. How I didn’t quickly come was a mystery. 

It was obvious her mouth was well practiced in the art of a blowjob, because she brought me to the brink of eruption before Debbie commanded me to pull out of her mouth. She told the girl to lie back, and once again I straddled her midsection and played with her pussy. 

After a bit of rubbing and caressing I slipped my dick inside her pussy. I reached around and grabbed her hot ass and began fucking. This time there was no stopping me, and I banged against the girl, hammering her wetness. It wasn’t long before I shot my load of cum into her pussy.

It took all I had not to scream out, but I didn’t want to reveal my identity. My dick finally stopped its first spurting into a pussy, and I turned and smiled at my sister. She knowingly smiled back. Mary Ann lay quietly in front of us, her breath still fast. She looked whorish with her legs spread open and cum sauce emerging from her pussy.

I quickly dressed and left the basement. 

Later that night I called Debbie. 

“Sis, that was so exciting, does she have any idea that I, uh, made love with her?” I questioned.

“Not at this point,” replied Debbie. “But if she ever speaks to Richard again she’ll learn that he wasn’t the one to bang her up the chocolate speedway!”

How hot is that?