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Actual Sorority Sisters

By: YKN4949



Dear Reader: You are about to embark on the longest piece of writing I have ever completed. Please enjoy it in good health. The novel (and yes, it is an 88,000 word novel) has been split into four sections, this being the first section. The entire book is already completed and I will be releasing the remaining three sections over the next few weeks. So if you like this, keep your eyes open for future installments.

With that said, this book is not for everyone. It will be too long for many people (no shame in that, it's a big time investment). It is also somewhat extreme, having some of the more intense and bizarre sexual scenes I have ever written (though for some of you faithful readers, that will be the appeal!). Further I warn you that not every section has incest content, though there is a lot of that in here, as well as other kinds of taboo. Finally, this first section takes a little bit of time to warm up (a full novel is going to need a bit of back story after all). If you just want the sex, skip directly to Chapter 2 of this section. The remaining three sections (containing chapters 3-4, chapter 5, and chapter 6 and the Epilogue respectively) are pretty much wall to wall erotica. So if the start is a little slow for you, come back for the next sections and you won't be disappointed. Not that you shouldn't read it all, I think the whole is greater than the sum of its parts. If you read the whole thing, you will not be disappointed. Enjoy! 

And please let me know what you think.

Actual Sorority Sisters Part 1

Prologue: A Secret Rush

I was standing on the sidewalk, facing away from the street. The building in front of me was a massive, four-story brick structure with elegant white columns. The building was surrounded by a large and well-maintained yard. The buildings on either side of it were largely identical, save for the fact that each had a different sign hanging from the fourth floor balcony. This particular building had three large letters on the balcony. These three letters were in Greek. I am bound by honor (and I think a legal document I signed) not to say what those three letters were. I was standing at the top of an elegant stone walkway that led up to the front of the building. Actually, it led to a massive, well-designed front porch and the impressive oak front door. 

In case you have not yet guessed, I was standing in front of a sorority house at a well known public university in the Mid-West. Trust me, you've heard of my school. You've probably seen our football team on television. Anyway, I was a 19 year old freshman at the time and I was trying to work up the nerve to walk up that elegant walkway to the massive porch so that I could step through the impressive oak door. It should have been easy; I was supposed to be there. It was the first day of my pledge period. Except, I also wasn't supposed to be there. 

Actually, to explain, I think I need to go back a bit. A couple of weeks earlier. That was the second week of my freshman year at school. It was a Monday afternoon after class (which I was still struggling to adjust to) and my roommate and I had gotten lunch and then headed out to the Pan-Hellenic Fair. I didn't know my roommate very well, but we were sort of forced to be friendly. In the spirit of forced friendship, I had insisted she come with me to the Fair. This was the annual event that kicked off the Rush period for the University's sorority and fraternity community. I, unlike my roommate, was already well aware of this process. My older sister Lily was a senior and the Secretary-Treasurer of one of the most exclusive sororities on campus.

"Lizzie, I don't know why you drug me out to this," my roommate Karen whined, "I am not even sure I want to rush a sorority. It seems kind of... old fashioned or something." I smirked at her.

"72% of students at this university are in the Greek community, and 80% of women," I said, spouting off statistics Lily had told me four years earlier when she was a freshman. I could still remember her first trip home after starting college. I had been almost deliriously happy to see her and I could vividly recall her almost euphoric joy at beginning to pledge at her new sorority. "You don't want to be left on the outside."

"Maybe," Karen said but without much conviction, "Anyway, even if I wanted to, there has got to be like a million sororities here. How in the hell am I supposed to pick one?" My roommate waved her hand over the crowd. And she was right. It was absolute chaos. There were dozens of tables with hundreds of sorority girls and frat guys sitting behind them. The various sororities had big displays out encouraging the freshman girls to rush. All of the sororities wore matching shirts in bright colors to show their unity and to stand out from the crowd. The result was a jumbled mash of bold colors and wild noise.

"Yeah, if I didn't already know exactly where I was going, I would be lost. But I know where I want to rush," I said. I turned toward the third table on the left side and saw two beautiful girls sitting quietly. They might not have had the brightest display or the most exciting t-shirts, but their quiet confidence implied that they didn't need any frills. The three letters splashed across their shirt indicated that they belonged to the sorority I wanted the most. Lily's sorority. 

I walked over to their table, smiling brightly. I felt a little bit nervous, walking up and talking to these people. I realized they were probably Lily's friends and I'd always been a little intimidated by her friends. But as I stopped in front of the table and looked at them, they smiled back brightly.

One girl tiled her head to the side and said, "Hi! Are you thinking about rushing," and then she said the name of the sorority which I retract here. She gave me kind of a strange look.

"Yes, absolutely," I said.

"Well my name is Heather and I am the president," she said. Heather was a tall girl, probably around 5'10. She was very slim with long black hair, dark smoky eyes and exceptionally white teeth, "And this is our Vice President Carrie," she said. The other girl nodded slightly but smiled in a friendly enough manner. Carrie was much shorter than Heather, maybe only 5'4 and had short but very nicely styled blonde hair. She had green eyes and very smooth features. Both girls looked beautiful and comfortable in their tight pink t-shirts and shorts.

"Nice to meet you," I said a little too formally.

"Nice to meet you...?" the Heather prompted.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I'm Elizabeth or Lizzie if you prefer."

"Well Lizzie, where have you been considering?" Carrie asked off-handedly.

"Oh, this is the absolute only place I want to pledge!" I gushed loudly. I heard my roommate, who'd caught up to me by now, snicker a little bit at my over-enthusiasm. But the Vice-President smiled broadly when I spoke.

"Good for you. We won't even let someone want rush if we aren't their first choice," the Vice-President said. She spun the clipboard she was holding around and set it facing towards me. My roommate sniffled like this was all too much for her and turned to look at different tables.

"We want to get to know a little more about you. Sign up and leave your e-mail," Heather said and I felt a sudden swelling of excitement and pride. Even rushing for this sorority was not something that most people got to do. I quickly signed my name, filled in my address, and thanked them both profusely.

"I can't wait to get started," I said, almost short of air.

"Same here," Heather said and then winked at Carrie. I didn't know what that meant, but I quickly grabbed a flier from Carrie's hand. It contained a schedule for all of the upcoming rush events. I thanked them both again and then sort of rushed out. I didn't think it was wise to sit around and see if they changed their minds.

I darted off into the crowd to find my roommate. I wasn't sure where she had gone, but as I moved through the crowd I felt like skipping. I'd been waiting to sign up for this sorority ever since I'd moved into my dorm. Ever since I got accepted into the school really. Maybe earlier. And now I had a schedule for Rush events that I was invited to. And the first one was only three days away! I couldn't believe how excited I was.

"Lizzie?" A voice called out and for a second I didn't think that it was for me, but then another, "Lizzie?" I turned, looking to see where my roommate was calling me from. Instead, I turned to see my sister standing amongst the crowd, looking at me coolly. I nodded wanly, familiar with her look and a bit nervous about it, and walked over next to her.

Anyone looking would have instantly realized that Lily and I were sisters. I had always been told while I was growing up that I looked exactly as my older sister had at a similar stage of development. Now at 19 and 23 respectively, and both nearly fully grown, we were close to identical.

We were both short, around 5'3 and voluptuous. At that time I weighed around 140 pounds and Lily probably weighed around 145. However, our weight was strategically placed. We both had flat tummies and narrow waists, but large breasts, bubble butts, and athletic thighs. Most of Lily's extra weight on me she carried in her breasts, which were a cup size bigger than my already large breasts. Judging based on how our mom looked (we both took after her in body type) we both expected to fill out a bit more in the stomach, but avoid looking "dumpy" as we aged. Two kids and my mom still had a girlish figure. We both had olive-colored skin because our father was Lebanese and the long, straight black hair that went with it. We both had large dark brown eyes and long, slender noses. We both had full lips, and bright white teeth. We both had somewhat prominent, but not bulky cheek bones and sleek face shapes. We were always told we were pretty. 

Really, there were only four ways to tell us apart. First, there were those larger breasts I mentioned before; second, Lily had a large tattoo of a rose on her left hip (and this was only occasionally visible); third, I had a nose stud; and fourth I was always smiling and Lily was always pissed. That would've been the easiest way to tell us apart that day as I stood in front of her.

"What's that in your hand," Lily said, pointing towards the flier. I looked at it briefly and then smiled at her.

"Yeah, it's..." I started.

"I know what it is!" Lily said, her voice rising now. She saw a couple of people turn and look at her and felt self-conscious. She grabbed my wrist and started to pull me.

"What is your problem?" I asked.

"Shut up and follow me," she said, yanking harder. I stumbled along behind her. Lily dodged between a couple of tables and then out away from the crowd. Finally, she pulled me into a small alcove underneath a set of stairs leading up into a school building she spun around and stared at me.

"What?" I asked, feeling nervous now. My sister had always had a temper, especially with me. And I hated to get on the wrong side of her.

"Me what? You... What do you think you are doing?"

"I was signing up to rush at your sorority," I said perplexed.

"Didn't you think about telling me about your little plan here? You know you have to go to at least 2 rush events to even be considered for the pledge class, right? Did you think you could avoid having me find out? Heather and Carrie just found me a minute ago and said something that looked almost identical to me was going to rush. Did you think I wouldn't notice?"

"What?" I said, completely confused, "I wasn't hiding anything I was going to tell you tonight. I thought you'd be happy!" I said. I could never figure my sister out. Why was this making her angry?

"I don't care if you were or weren't at this point," she said wiping her hair out of her eyes angrily, "The answer is no. You can't rush and you definitely can't pledge. Go pick another sorority or don't pick one at all." I felt like she'd punched me in the gut. I wriggled my wrist out of her grip.

"What are you talking about? The President and Vice President invited me to rush. You can't just tell me 'no.'" I said haughtily. Lily's lips pursed together like she was trying to keep her composure.

"Why do you always have to be like this?"

"Like what? Like be interested in things in the university? Like want to make friends? I am not doing anything to you. You are being weird." I yelled back.

"You are doing something to me. You are doing what you've always done. You are tagging along with whatever I am doing just because I am doing it. I spent a long time deciding what sorority I wanted to join and then I spent three years making friends there and earning people's respect so that I could be Secretary-Treasurer. And now, now you just want to walk in and become a part of something that is mine. Like you always do. This is exactly the same thing as the first goddamned day of my senior year of high school when you insisted that you would ride with me and my friends to school!" she said, barely able to spit out one sentence before another came flipping out over top of it.

"First of all, I had to get a ride it was like half a mile to school and..."

"So what? I walked that half mile every day, back and forth, my freshman year AND my sophomore year. I waited and then when I had friends who drove, I got a ride. But you don't feel like you have to pay any dues. You just find whatever is mine and make it yours."

"You are being a bitch! I can do what I want when I want," I said back. This was not the first time we'd had almost this exact same fight, but this was over something bigger. I really wanted this.

"Yeah, you always have. Unfortunately, you are such a sad loser that you only ever figure out what you want after I say what I want. And you always want the exact same moment that I want it. Well guess what, mom and dad aren't here now to make me give everything to you. This was my place first and you can't have it. I can't believe I still have to put up with this childish bullshit when I am 23 years old!" she said, exasperated. I was almost shaking with anger.

"This isn't about you, it is about me!" I said, but I felt like I was floundering.

"Yeah, well let ME tell YOU something. There is no way you are going to rush. I will make sure of that. If you show up at a rush event, I will immediately escort you out. And there is no one you can cry to about it because in my sorority, with my friends, I am in charge." 

"You can't do that. There are rules against it."

"Even if there were," Lily spat back, "It wouldn't matter. I made it into this sorority, but it isn't genetic. You don't have what it takes," And with that, Lily dropped my arm and immediately stormed off, leaving me confused and dejected under the stairs.

I flopped down heavily on the cool concrete and buried my face in my hands. What had just happened? I had expected Lily to be happy for me. She always had such lovely things to say about her sorority, I thought she'd want to share it with me. Hell, her glowing review of the place was why I wanted to be there. And what was all that talk about me taking things from her? I mean I kind of understood how she had complained when I'd moved into her bigger room when she went to college, but she barely stayed at home anymore so what difference did it make. Why did she always have to make me feel like I was living my life to spite her?

Okay, so maybe she was a little bit right that I liked to do the things she did. I took tap dancing because she did. I joined soccer at school because she had. I liked bands because she recommended them. Hell, I would admit it. I even applied to this college because she'd liked it so much. But it wasn't like me doing those things stole anything from her. And I liked those things anyway; I didn't just like them because she did them first. If she said that "The university is great" and then I went to the university and agreed, did that mean I was copying her or that we just had similar taste? If anything, she should be happy that I kind of looked up to her and gave weight to her opinions before I made up my own mind. And that was absolutely what I'd done. Or, I told myself that at least.

As for "not having what it takes," I was too angry about that to even think about it. I'd been just as good at anything as she ever was. Even considering it made me shake. So I pushed it out of my conscious thoughts.

I was feeling self-righteous and angry as I finally pulled myself back up to a standing position under the stairs. But I lacked the energy to do anything with it. Instead, I hung my head and started to walk back to my dorm. I didn't even bother to look for my roommate, she would figure it out.

Feelings of persecution and despair washed over me in waves. And embarrassment. Lots of that. I couldn't believe how stupid Lily was capable of making me feel. I was supposed to be an adult. By the time I got to my dorm, I felt like an absolute schmuck. I paused outside and looked at the ugly building. This, not a pretty sorority house, would be my home for at least another year. I saw a garbage can against the wall and looked at the flier still clutched in my hand. I figured that I might as well throw it out for all the good it would do me. But I scanned over it a bit as I walked towards the can. I was just about to drop it when something caught my eye.

"What is this?" I asked myself, smiling now and feeling the rage and the embarrassment I'd felt earlier start to drain. There was an asterisk next to the third event. I looked at the bottom of the page and it stated, "Due to a scheduling conflict caused by the variable time set for the football game, this particular event will be organized by seniors other than the Officers. The officers will be meeting with the rest of the Pan-Hellenic Council to discuss the year's schedule of events." That meant, that for at least one of the rush events, my sister would not be present. I scanned over the other events that were listed. 

I was shocked to see something I hadn't realized before regarding the first event, just three days in the future. That day happened to be my Sister's birthday. I knew for a fact that my parents were coming up to take her out to dinner. I had been invited, but declined to go because I though that Lily might want some time with our parents to herself. Where was my credit for that? Anyway, that gave me two rush events where my sister would not be present. 

For a second, I dismissed the ideas that were brewing in my mind. They would never work. Then, I thought back on the time my sister had invited me to join her "club" when we were kids. I'd been so excited. It was just my sister and her friends in the tree house my dad had made in the back yard and I was invited! Except, when I'd climbed up into the tree house, they'd just pelted me with water balloons and laughed as I almost plummeted to my near death. Suddenly, my nerves were steeled. I wasn't ready to give up on my sorority just yet. And with the sort of innocent desire to be in the sorority before was added a hard determination to prove to my sister that I could do whatever I wanted for my own reasons. And I was going to prove that I deserved to be there.

* * * * *

I had refined my plan all during the next three days, figuring exactly what I was going to do and say to try to get this to work. The key to my strategy was twofold. First, I had to convince the sorority to give me a chance despite my sister's disapproval. If I was able to do that, and it was a big if, I had to make a huge impression. There were five events, but I was only going to two of them to avoid my sister. People had to remember me even when they saw other people more than twice as much.

So, when the day finally came for the first event, the one that would include the Heather and Carrie, but not my sister, I pulled out all the stops. First, I knew that my sister's sorority prided themselves on being the most attractive sorority on campus. Clearly they thought I was pretty enough to be in, since my sister looked almost exactly like me and was an officer. But I wanted to be positive. So I spent about two hours straightening my hair, applying my make-up, and picking out just the right clothes. I settled on a short (but not scandalous) light yellow skirt, a white button-up blouse, and a pink cardigan. I looked summery, sexy, and confident. And I felt it.


Actual Sorority Sisters Pt. 02



Dear Reader: You are entering the second part of the longest piece of writing I have ever completed. Please enjoy it in good health. The novel (and yes, it is an 88,000 word novel) has been split into four sections, this being the second section. The entire book is already completed, the first section is already up, and I will be releasing the remaining two sections over the next few weeks. So if you like this, keep your eyes open for future installments.

With that said, this book is not for everyone. It will be too long for many people (no shame in that, it's a big time investment). It is also somewhat extreme, having some of the more intense and bizarre sexual scenes I have ever written (though for some of you faithful readers, that will be the appeal!). Further I warn you that not every section has incest content, though there is a lot of that in here, as well as other kinds of taboo. The first section was a bit of a slow build but this section, and the remaining three are wall to wall erotica. But that doesn't mean you shouldn't read it all. I think the whole is greater than the sum of its parts and, if you go back and read the whole thing, you will not be disappointed. Enjoy! 

And please let me know what you think.

Recap: Last time, our hero Ellie (or Lizzie) Abood decided to pledge the same sorority as her older sister Lily. Lily was extremely upset, but Ellie couldn't figure out why. Eventually, the hazing started at the sorority and it had a definite sexual feel. All the pledges, like Ellie, are required to be naked at all times. Further, at the end of the first section, Ellie had a mutual masturbation session with one of the juniors (which she was a bit reluctant about). If you want more, read the story.

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Chapter 3: Pledge Week Day 3 - First Group Meeting

The next morning, Tuesday, I awoke with my alarm. The instant my eyes opened I realized I felt completely different than I had the night before when I'd climbed back into bed. The previous night I'd returned to my room still in the glow of the loveliest orgasm of my life. When the pleasure receded it seemed to take all my worries with me. I'd even given Mandy a big hug for her answering all my questions. I'd sat naked in her room for another hour or so just talking to her about everything and nothing. I think she enjoyed it too. Then, when it was getting late, I floated back to my room. Lori was already asleep in the bed as I closed my eyes and instantly slipped into a wonderful dream.

Now, my eyes wide open in low light of early morning I felt my stomach knot up. What had happened the night before? What did it mean about me? What would people think? What did I think about it? What did I think about Lily? All my ideas jumbled up on top of one another. It was like an emotional overload. I never wanted more in my life to be out of a house. I wanted to get up and run out into the street (naked if I had to) and then never come back. This place was too strange and challenged me too much.

"Did you sleep well?" Lori asked. I turned towards the other bed. She was looking at me sheepishly and she made only fleeting eye contact. I wondered what she was thinking. What had happened with her junior?

"It was fine, you?" I asked.

"Not bad...you?"

"I just said it was fine," I said. We were both beating around the bush, poorly. We both needed to talk about the previous night. Lori took a big breath. She sat up (her breasts exposed as she sat, bouncing perkily) and bit her lip. It was like the words were bursting out of her.

"What happened to you last night?" she asked. For a moment I was silent. I cursed myself for not asking the question first, seeing what she said and then calibrating my answer accordingly. But I hadn't. Now I wondered if I should tell everything or hold something back. 

I had almost resolved to admit only up to the point that I played with my breasts, but couldn't go through with it. I looked over at Lori who appeared both nervous and excited and realized that I needed someone to confide in. This was all too much for me and I needed to share with someone. And if I wanted to build trust, I needed to be honest.

"Well..." I started and then went through everything that had happened the night before. I told her about everything from spreading my legs on the bed to putting the dirty, dripping dildo in my mouth. I told her everything I said, smelled, and heard. I kept my eyes closed the whole time, just trying to make sure I said everything, to make it real by putting it out in the air. Finally, after describing my orgasm, I fell silent. I'd been honest.

For a time, Lori returned my silence. I finally opened my eyes and looked at her. She was blushing. For an instant I thought that I'd done far more than she had. That I'd completely moved past the bounds of acceptable behavior and that I'd shocked and appalled my roommate. I felt my chest tighten and I tried to squirm under my blankets.

"Thank God," she said, "I thought I'd be the only one with a...weird experience." She said and let out a long sigh. I looked up quickly. A relieved smile was on Lori's face and I felt the same emotion. I let my own air out.

"What happened?" I asked. Now it was Lori's turn to hesitate. She looked down at her chest and seemed to be getting her thoughts in order. Finally, she spoke.

"Well, you know that my junior was Laura right," she said. I shook my head. Laura was a tall, slender blonde girl with enormous (rumor had it fake) boobs who had complimented my ass during the early stages of pledging. But I didn't know her well and had no idea that she was Lori's big sister.

"She is," Lori said, "So when I pulled the 'junior' slip last night she came right up to me and said I should follow her without speaking. She was smiling and seemed nice, but I could tell she was serious. So I did. Except, she didn't lead me up to her room like your junior sister did. Instead, she led me into the kitchen. I told her that I was not supposed to go there because, you know." She indicated her nudity.

"Yeah," I said, curious for her to continue.

"So anyway, she said that she knew when the outside staff was around and that she'd cleared it already. So she took me to the kitchen. Have you been in there? Anyway, there are a bunch of counters and tables in there for preparing food and she told me to sit on one. I said it wasn't sanitary because they cook there and she told me that all that would be taken care of and that I wasn't supposed to question her. So I sat down on a table with my legs dangling off the end. It was a cold steel table and I shivered a little when I jumped on.

"As soon as I was sitting down...she was so fast," Lori said, blushing deeply and then looking away from me. But she kept talking, "In a second she was standing between my legs and she was kissing me. I was like... absolutely shocked. I didn't even move for like a minute. I just sat on the table frozen while Laura put her hands on either side of my ass, leaned it, and placed her lips against mine. At first she was real gentle, just leaning in and pressing her lips against mine. But after a few minutes she started to get more aggressive. The kisses became longer and I felt...I felt her tongue slid out of her mouth and flitter along my lips.

"After a minute the shock at her abrupt contact wore off and I realized what was happening you know. Like I was kind of in the middle of making out with someone but without being all the way into it. And then I started to focus on what she was doing. I felt her lips against mine and the smoothness of her skin and...I sort of liked it. I mean I was confused and nervous and completely thrown off balance, but that didn't mean she was a bad kisser. She was good. So I started to kiss back. It wasn't like it was a decision. She was going to keep kissing me, so I decided to just go with it.

"And things started to get more intense from there. I opened my mouth and let her tongue into mine and I stuck my tongue in her mouth. Our kisses started to last longer and we moved with greater speed. I stopped thinking about whether this was right or wrong or anything. It's like... Well none of the guys I have ever dated like to just kiss. They are always waiting for the next thing. So it was nice to just kiss someone who wanted to kiss back. It felt good, so I didn't worry about whether it fit who I thought I was. It was like you said; it just felt right in the moment.

"So anyway, we kissed for a long time but then she sort of surprised me. My eyes were closed and I didn't notice that she was moving her hands off the table. And all the sudden I felt her hands on my breasts! And I like squeaked or something, but I didn't know what to do. I was already completely absorbed in kissing Laura and I didn't want to stop that. And her hands felt soft and gentle on my breasts. It didn't feel bad either. So I didn't say anything and I didn't stop her.

"We kept kissing for a lot longer. But now while we were kissing she was squeezing my breasts gently with her palms. And sometimes she would release them but sort of run her fingers across my nipples gently, just sort of teasing me. And this made me want to kiss her deeper and harder. I'd never felt such a connection between someone playing with my breasts and a kiss. Like it wasn't the sort of awkward stuff I was used to, she was making my body react. It was...great.

'Then, just as suddenly as she started, she stopped. She stopped kissing me and she left her hands just sitting gingerly on my breasts. For a second we just sat there and I started to feel uncomfortable, realizing what I was doing. And then she asked me if I was...you know...wet. So I didn't say anything at first because I felt totally awkward about it. And then she said that if I didn't answer I was going to get in trouble, so I admitted I was. I know, it sounds gross. But she was such a good kisser and it felt so nice. I mean, you know what I am talking about.

"So anyway, as soon as I said yes she smiled and started to walk away. I sort of froze and she yelled back at me not to move. Then she walked over the refrigerator. She shuffled around inside of it for a few seconds and then she pulled out two big bowls. She walked back over to me and set the bowls down on the table. I looked over. One was completely empty but the other was full of vegetables. I was totally confused.

"But then Laura reached into the filled bowl and pulled out a cucumber. It was a little thing, maybe five inches long. She handed it to me and told me to put it...you know...in my...pussy. So I shook my head and said I wouldn't do that. I wasn't going to put a vegetable in my pussy, especially not in front of anyone. And Laura said that I had to do it and that I wouldn't get my deposit back on my sorority dues. I can't imagine going back to my parents and telling them that I spent $2,000.00 on dues and then didn't even get into the sorority. And if they asked me why I left, what could I say?

"So I did it. I have a dildo, so it wasn't like it was completely strange or anything. But it was bizarre to do it in that situation. Especially with Laura watching me. And she was watching me closely. So I slid the cucumber on my slit to get it wet. And it was cold and felt...you know really good. So I slipped it inside of me. It was really, really wet and it just sort of popped right in. And while it was in, Laura reached up and rubbed my breasts some more. The combination felt amazing and I started to slide the cucumber in and out of me faster and faster.

"But then Laura told me to stop, so I did. Then she reached forward, her fingers just barely grazing my pussy lips, grabbed the cucumber and pulled it out. It felt so good to have her pull it out! Now the cucumber was warm and incredibly wet. Laura quickly handed me a carrot and told me to put that in my pussy now. I was already missing the cucumber, so I didn't hesitate. I just started playing with the carrot, slipping it inside of me and liking the way it filled me up. My nipples felt so hard while it went inside of me, I'd never felt anything like that before.

"While I was playing with myself, Laura was set the cucumber down on a cutting board and then sliced it into two dozen or so slices and then dumped them into the empty bowl. I didn't really understand what she was doing, I was too enthralled by my carrot. I was even rubbing my own breasts while I played with myself. Every second made me wetter and wetter and I was grinding my ass on the table. 

"Then Laura told me to stop with the carrot as well. I groaned because I didn't want to stop, but I followed orders. I was coming to the realization that when I followed orders, pleasure followed. So Laura slipped the carrot out of me and then set it on the cutting board. 

'We repeated this same dance with a stalk of celery (that one hurt a little bit, but felt surprisingly awesome), a thin green pepper or some sort, some other sort of long bean-like vegetable that was also sort of shaped like a...dick. I would press it against my clit, then slide it inside of my body, play with myself, and then hand it to Laura. Each time I got more and more aroused. I felt like my head was going to explode. I needed an orgasm, but every time I got close, Laura would take my vegetable. Then she would chop each one up and drop it into the bowl.

"Finally, she grabbed up the last few things in the first bowl. She handed me like seven or eight little cherry tomatoes. They were a little less than ripe, still pretty firm. She looked at me and didn't say anything, I knew what she wanted me to do (even if I didn't know why). So I did what I had done before. I took the first tomato and rubbed it across my clit. Then I coat it in my juices and sort of popped it up inside of me. It felt so weird having it inside of me. But good.

"Laura took the bowl with the chopped up vegetables and brought it over between my legs. She told me to play with my clit with my fingers while I sort of pushed the tomato out of myself. My fingers were real wet and so they felt really good on my clit. And the pressure from pushing out the tomato was nice. It was too small to hurt pushing out, it was just a fun little bit of pressure. And it sort of popped out of me and landed in the bowl. And then she told me to put the next tomato in.

"So we just kept repeating this over and over again. I played with my clit while I popped cherry tomatoes into my pussy and then pushed them back out again, warm and covered in my juices. They would land with the other vegetables. And I felt it like, building inside of me the whole time. Finally, I popped the last tomato into my body and my fingers were flying around on my clit. I gave a big push. At the exact same instant that the tomato popped out of me and landed in the vegetables I came. And Ellie, you have no idea how intense it was! I have never had an orgasm like that, not even with my vibrator. 

"I don't squirt. At least, I don't think that I do. But I came so hard a little bit of liquid came out of me and dripping down my leg and landed in the bowl with the vegetables. And then I sort of fell back on the table panting. The cold metal felt good against my skin while I caught my breath.

"Finally, I sat back up. And I saw that Laura was already sitting at a different table. She sort of beckoned me over and I sat down across from her. The big bowl was between us and had a fork. Oh my god! I almost died. What was she thinking? I could sort of, you know, smell myself coming up out of the bowl. Like the way my pussy smells. 

"And Laura looked and me and she said, and I will never forget what she said, 'Pussy is my favorite salad dressing,' and then she stuck her fork into it, grabbed a whole bunch of the vegetables, and shoved them in her mouth! I was completely shocked. She chewed and made groaning noises, but I couldn't believe it. Then she opened her eyes and told me to eat.

"I took the fork out of her hand, but didn't want to eat the salad. It seemed so dirty. But she was staring me down and I'd already gotten this far, how could I turn back? So I scooped up a little bit of cucumber and pepper and I put them into my mouth. Oh God Ellie. Okay, it mostly tasted like vegetables, but I could taste myself on them. They were just a little bit wet from my pussy. And they tasted...good. I liked it. I thought I would gag, but I just chewed it and swallowed it down. I can't believe it but it was really nice. And I watched Laura eating it too. And it was so...hot. I don't know, it was like I was a different person for awhile.

"And so Laura and I sat in the kitchen and talked for the rest of the night. We shared the rest of the salad and then we had a little ice cream. And last night, it didn't feel weird. I mean it did. But it felt nice too. It made sense, but now I wake up and I am just thinking about it and..."

"It's crazy," I said. She looked at me, hurt, but I shook my head, "No not you or what you said or anything. I mean the situation. I agree with you." She nodded. I felt so strangely, having listened to Lori's story. She had started off so nervous, but as the story grew I felt her excitement rising. Her nipples had grown hard and her face flushed as she spoke. She was clearly aroused, but confused and nervous as well. All of the strange and incongruous emotions that I was feeling were evident in her as well. 

And it had been a strangely...enticing story for me too. I'd found myself aroused and perplexed in equal measures. The entire time I had vividly pictured every action that Lori had narrated. I'd pictured her kissing Laura (both girls were really cute) and then placing the vegetables inside of Lori. And the most arousing (if shocking) thing of all was their little "meal" at the end. I was so curious. I wondered what it smelled like. What it tasted like. What it would have been like to be there. And then I felt embarrassed and disgusted by my thoughts. 

I didn't know if I wanted to know these things about my roommate. I didn't know if I wanted to be involved in a place like this. I didn't know anything. My mind felt fuzzy. But as I shook my head and tried to focus my thoughts I did realize one thing about this dirty, enlightening, and strange conversation I'd just had with my roommate. It felt good to at least know someone was in the same boat as me. I knew she was feeling the same things I was. And I felt closer to her and a little more relaxed after the panic I'd felt upon first awakening. As if reading my thoughts, Lori spoke

"I don't know what to think today. I feel like yesterday was a dream. Like this whole place is a nightmare or something. Should I leave?" she asked, "I don't think I want to leave. But shouldn't I?" 

"I don't know. I've been thinking the same thing. It is so weird," I replied.

"It's all so...not what I expected. But I don't know... I don't know that I hate this either... Like I should. But I didn't stop last night. And I feel...strange when I think about what happens here. Like...I don't know," she said.

"I feel exactly the same way," I admitted, "I'm just glad I am not doing this alone." She instantly realized that we were in this together and gave me a wan smile.

"Thanks for listening to me, I didn't know where else to turn. I still don't know what I want or think, but it is better to not feel," she said. I smiled back and felt good, like we were supporting each other. Like we were sisters.

"Thank you. I think I'd be going insane right now if I hadn't talked to you," I said. Then Lori got up from her bed and walked over to me. She quickly wrapped her arms around me, giving me a tight hug. I felt her breasts press into mine, her nipples hard against mine. Then she quickly broke it. Just a hug amongst friends, only strange because we were naked. She looked at me now, sheepish but more at ease. But then she seemed to remember something and her brow furrowed slightly.




Actual Sorority Sisters Pt. 02



"And your junior sister..."

"Mandy"

"Yeah, she said that the sisters...have?"

"Sex. She said everyone does," I said. We both looked at one another and blushed. We both knew what the other was thinking. Our embarrassment and arousal filled the whole room. I felt the relief I'd just felt dampen slightly. I could see it in Lori's eyes as well. It was nice to have a friend in this, someone to confide in and to share my feelings with, but that didn't change the fact that weirder things were on the horizon.

"I need to go to class," she said suddenly, getting up and finding her clothes, "Maybe getting out of this place will help me clear my head." She replied. 

"Yeah, I need to leave too," I said. And I thought that maybe being away would do me some good as well.

* * * * * 

That day I got back to the house before any of the other freshman. I only had one class that day and it was over at 11:00. I hadn't paid much attention in class that day. All I could do was think about the previous night. I thought about Mandy and her dildo. I thought about the questions I asked her. I thought about Lori and Laura kissing. I thought about Lori with vegetables in her pussy. I thought about Laura eating that salad with thick, clear quim as dressing. Oddly, I also thought about how uncomfortable I felt wearing clothes, I was already becoming accustomed to nudity.

Maybe that was why I never seriously considered abandoning my attempt to join the sorority. Maybe that is why I didn't leave class and head back to my old dorm room. Maybe I was already starting to get used to it and maybe even like it. That's why when class was over, I walked straight back to the sorority house, popped my clothes off in the foyer (even though Carrie wasn't there to collect them yet), and walked into the living room. I instantly wished I'd stayed out of the house long enough to get lunch.

The room was almost completely empty. In fact, there were only two people present. One was my sophomore sister Adrianna Hall. She was, by the way, an absolute bombshell. Slightly frizzy, but long black hair, big smile, lithe body, perky breasts, and the bearing of a movie star. The other was my sister. My biological sister that is, Lily. They were on the couch together on the wall by the stairwell door.

Adrianna was lying on her back on the overstuffed couch. Her head was resting on a pillow and her hair was splayed across the cushions. Her long legs were bent at the knees and her legs were spread. She was wearing a pair of skin tight jeans and a tight black t-shirt. My sister was lying between her legs. She was shorter than Adrianna. So, while Lily's large breasts were on top of Adrianna's own, Lily's hips were resting on Adrianna's mid-section. Lily's forearms were resting on the armrest on either side of Adrianna's head. Her hair was dangling down over Adrianna's face and I could see their lips together.

They were kissing passionately. I saw my sister's mouth open and her tongue plunge into Adrianna's mouth. I saw Adrianna's tongue giving back, pushing up into Lily's mouth. Adrianna's hands wrapped around Lily's back, pulling her in hard, driving their mouths closer together. As I watched, I came to the realization that they were moving. I saw that Adrianna was grinding her hips up, rubbing her pussy against my sister's legs. Lily seemed to enjoy the sensation and was pushing her large breasts against Adrianna's running her nipples (under a bra and a shirt of course) against her lover's breasts.

I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I mean, I'd heard what Mandy had said the night before. I knew what I had seen and heard. And done. But this was something else entirely. This was my older sister. My actual older sister. My parents' other kid. And she was passionately kissing another woman. It felt so alien, so unreal.

After the momentary shock of seeing my sister in a romantic embrace with a woman wore off, I found myself in the midst of another shock. As I watched their bodies writhe together on the couch and heard the wet, slurping sounds of their kisses, I realized that my body was reacting. My nipples had hardened and I felt a familiar slickness building between my legs. My mouth became dry and my heart started to beat faster.

It was the same sort of feelings that I'd had before. This unaccountable arousal at the sight and thought of women. The feeling of attraction that made me question what I'd always thought about myself. The deep desire to taste, touch, and feel that shook the foundation of my normality. All these conflicting, sexual feelings I'd come to expect from the sorority. But this was a thousand times worse. I was looking at my sister! And not one of my "sisters" but the real deal. 

My mind began to race. It was "different" and a little bit strange to have lesbian urges. But they weren't outside the mainstream of human experience. People were lesbians. If it turned out I was, I could live with that (I told myself now, despite the fact that I hadn't felt that way before). But attraction to my sister? Disgusting. No it wasn't that, I told myself, it was arousal at Adrianna and a girl. That girl happened to be my sister. I wasn't aroused by Lily. My body was confused and this meant nothing. Right?

I saw my sister arch her back now, driving her legs into Adrianna's shaking hips. My sister shook her head, driving her hair out of her face smiling broadly. Her large, firm breasts bounced as she lifted her head completely and bit her lip. She looked absolutely beautiful. I didn't know what I thought about her. All I know is that as she moved her body a loud groan escaped, unbidden from my lips. I don't know if I was groaning with some sort of desire or I was groaning because of discomfort, but there it was.

Instantly, my sister's head turned and she looked directly at me. The playful, sexy look on her face dropped immediately. She was frowning and her eyebrows furrowed. She started to shake her head and her cheeks became bright red. Adrianna, confused by the abrupt change, spoke.

"Honey, what's wrong?" she asked. Honey? My sister didn't say anything. Rather than looking angry now she looked embarrassed and upset. I wondered if she was about to cry. She sat up quickly on her knees between Adrianna's legs and then just hopped off of the couch. She didn't make eye contact with me, wouldn't even look at me, and then turned and walked out of the room towards the dining room. Adrianna looked around, confused, "What the hell?"

"I uh..." I started, feeling as embarrassed as my sister felt. Adrianna turned and looked at me. 

"Oh..." she said and then smiled at me sheepishly, "Sorry about that I guess..." she said.

"No...Um...I am sorry. I was, you know, back from class, just trying to go to my room. I wasn't trying to get in your way or anything," I said, my face hot now. Adrianna nodded uncomfortably. 

"Hey no problem," she said and then there was a long awkward silence.

"I will go do that now," I said and then basically ran toward the staircase. I bounded up to my room and closed the door after me. I climbed into my bed and pulled my covers over my head.

After all I'd seen and done the last few days, this was such a small thing, to see two girls kissing. But I felt more uncomfortable now than I had at any other time. Anything strange having to do with my sister had seemed speculative and uncertain. Now it was in my face.

Maybe even more important, I didn't know what to think of Lily's reaction. She wasn't mad at me, at least not flamboyantly, loudly mad. She looked...hurt. I could stand having Lily mad at me, that happened almost all the time when we were growing up. But this new thing was strange. And I knew that whatever craziness was happening in this house wasn't about to end. Things were going to get deeper. And that meant that whatever was happening between my sister and I was going to get worse.

* * * * *

I must've fallen asleep in my bed, worrying. Lori shook me awake and I jumped up with a start. I couldn't remember my dream exactly, but I had the vague thought that it had something to do with Lily. And that it had been sexual. My head hurt a little and my mouth was dry. I felt like I was going crazy or dying or both.

"Hey," Lori said, "I hate to wake you up but tonight's meeting is starting. I didn't want you to get in trouble." I smiled at her.

"Thanks, I'd hate to see what they'd do," I said, climbing out of bed. I looked at myself in the mirror and checked my hair. When I felt that it looked presentable, Lori and I headed out of the room. I was still groggy from sleep but I felt the dread and excitement of another meeting. What was going to happen? Would it be worse than before? Would it better? And, for a brief moment I thought if my sister as well, what was happening with her? What would happen?

I didn't have much time to do anything except to think of these issues, no chance to really think through them. In a minute I was once again standing in the dining room with the other freshman girls, completely surrounded by upper classman. Once again the upper class girls were just wearing their every day clothes and there were no robes or candles. Once everyone was shuffled in, Heather stepped towards the middle of the room.

"Good evening pledges," she said sweetly, "I heard you all had...fun last night." She said and looked around the room. The older girls laughed and we freshmen squirmed and blushed. It was clear that Lori and I were not alone. Lots of strange things had happened the previous night.

"We hope that last night with the juniors taught you something," Heather continued. As she spoke she paced around the room. She was in between the circle of upper class girls and moving around us like a shark. "Last night's meeting with your junior sisters was supposed to teach you about yourself. When you joined this sorority you were like children. You lived, but you didn't really understand what it was you were doing or why. Last night you took the first step towards self awareness and, from what I hear, self love." The older girls once again laughed. I realized that all the girls, not just Lori and I, must've committed some sort of masturbatory act the night before. It was part of a plan! 

More importantly, I realized that to a certain extent what Heather was saying was correct. I had clearly not spent enough time considering my sexuality or who I really was. Now I was being confronted by it and forced to come to terms with it. I realized I was probably going to have to learn to do that anyway in college. To learn about who I was and what I wanted in life. I suddenly felt very grateful to the sorority, at least it was giving me guides.

"But tonight is a different lesson. Tonight we step out from ourselves and learn about connecting to another person. We are going to learn about understanding our sisters." As she said that, she returned to the front of the room, where she'd begun her predatory walk. Carrie was holding a hat in her hands and Heather lifted it up. She started to walk around the outside of the room. Each time she passed an upper class girl, the girl reached into the hat and grabbed something out of it. And as she walked around the room, passing something out, Heather talked to us.

"It is vitally important to know yourself and to understand yourself. But no woman is an island. Sometimes you need someone else. Sometimes something only makes sense if it happens with another person. Connection is part of what it means to be a human being. And to connect to another person, to really connect, you need to know and love that person. Today we are going to learn about connecting to our sisters," Heather finished. Once again, she was standing at the front of the room. Now she reached into the hat and grabbed something out. The hat was now empty and she dropped it on the floor. Carrie had another hat now and she once again handed it to Heather.

"Here you go," she said, her voice trilling with excitement.

"Thank you," she said, "Alright, Lori my dear will you please come forward," Lori was standing next to me and shrugged. We were less nervous than before, being used to this game, but I still felt bad for her. Being the first every time couldn't be easy.

"Coming," she said. She walked up to the front of the room. She stopped in front of Heather, waiting for further instruction. Heather waited a few moments, letting the tension build.

"Did you have a good evening last night?" Heather asked. Lori sort of quivered like she was scared.

"Uh yeah, very nice," Lori said.

"Having leftovers for dinner tonight?" she asked and all of the upper class girls laughed. The other freshman looked confused. Only I knew what she was referring to. I wondered if all the sophomores, juniors, and seniors knew what I knew or if they just knew that Heather was teasing. Did all the older girls know what I did the previous night? I was pretty certain they did. Probably even Lily. My cheeks felt hot.

"Ha, not I don't think so," Lori said very uncomfortably, trying to end the conversation. Heather let her dangle in silence again, but finally spoke.

"Well, that's too bad. Are you ready for tonight's lesson?" Heather asked.

"Yes," Lori said, sounding almost relieved.

"Reach into the hat and pull out one strip of paper," Heather demanded. Lori did as she was told, reaching out quickly and then pulling out a strip of paper. Heather then passed the hat to Carrie on her left.

"Do you want me to read it?" Lori asked, waiting to unfold the paper. Heather smiled.

"Well at the very least you've learned obedience. Yes. I want you to read your paper. It will have part of a command that, by itself, will be completely meaningless. However, once you read your slip of paper, I will read mine, the one that came from the first hat. Together, those two pieces of paper will produce a coherent (and completely random and unique) command with which we, together, must comply. Older sisters will not read their pieces of paper until you read yours, not even silently to themselves. Do you understand?"

"I think so," Lori said, looking around the room. Everyone was silent, watching.

"It will make sense once we get started," Heather said, "read."

"Umm...Okay," Lori said, opening up her piece of paper, "mine says, 'My Finger's Pinch Your...'"

"Ass for Ten Seconds," Heather finished by reading her paper and the room erupted, some giggling and some cheering, "Looks like your hands have to grab my breast." Heather said. 

Without a further word, Heather quickly unbottoned and unzipped her jeans. She shuffled them down so that they were just above her knees. She turned around so that her ass was facing Lori. She was wearing a pair of pink panties. Not too sexy, not too comfy. She slipped her fingers in waist band of her panties and then pulled them down, exposing her ass. 

Heather had a cute butt. That was my first thought. It was strange, the thought occurred too quickly to be conscious. When I realized I'd thought it, I became ashamed. But it was true! It was tight, round, and sat up high even when not squeezed into jeans. Her ass was whiter than her legs or lower back, the slight tan line looking sexy. Everyone in the room was looking at the sorority president's ass. But no one moved.

"Well, Lori I suppose I haven't ordered you to do anything yet, so I can't be mad. But the command was quite clear. I shouldn't have to order. Do it," Heather said. Heather had moved so fast that I think Lori was caught off guard, now she felt flustered having earned a rebuke.

"Oh uh, yeah," Lori said. Then Lori looked around the room as though someone was going to stop her before she acted. Everyone just stared at her. I felt my heart thumping my chest, excited to see the two girls touch and also nervous about what was in store for me.

Lori reached her hand out. I could see from across the room that she was trembling. She moved her hand slowly, but smoothly towards Heather's ass. Finally, I saw her fingers sink into Heather's soft flesh. Lori stopped for a half second, and then pushed further. In another moment, her palm was flat against Heather's right ass cheek. 

"You have to pinch it to start the clock," Carrie said. I watched as Lori's fingers tensed and then sunk into Heather's skin. Heather shivered slightly and let out a low moan. Lori had really grabbed a hunk of Heather's ass and I saw the older girl's flesh squeezing through her fingers. 

They stood there for awhile, not moving. It felt like Lori had been holding Heather's ass for an eternity when Carrie finally put a stop to it, "Time," she said simply. Lori quickly released Heather's flesh. I could see a slight imprint of Lori's fingers in her skin for a brief moment. Then Heather pulled up her pants and turned back around.

"Not so bad was it?" she asked.

"No," Lori said simply.

"Do I have a nice ass?"

"Very," Lori said and it was clear she was telling the truth but was also still a bit nervous. The other girls laughed and Lori walked back into the mass of freshmen. 

"Okay my turn," Carrie said, now that she was holding the hat. Her freshman walked up. And so the game started. A freshman girl would pick up a piece of paper and then read it. Her upper class sister would read her paper and they would do whatever it commanded. For the most part, they turned out to be more absurd than sexy. One girl had to put her thumb on her Junior sister's lips. Another had to let her Senior sister put her hair on her foot. Obviously, the luck of the draw determined whether you did something sexy or silly. Regardless of what was required, as soon as the task was completed, the hat moved in a counter-clockwise fashion and it was time for the next girl. Obviously, every freshman girl had to go three times.

My first time was really the first "interesting" draw after Lori grabbed Heather's ass. My first big sister was Mandy. She was smiling brightly as I walked up to her. I was glad she was first; she had been very sweet the night before and made me feel comfortable now. I felt all the eyes in the sorority on me as I reached into the hat and pulled out my slip of paper. I quickly unfolded it.

"Mine says, 'Your Lips Kiss My...'" I stated. There was an audible murmur around the room. This one seemed to have potential. I was terrified about what Mandy was going to kiss, but also enticed. What if it was fun?

"Neck for fifteen seconds," Mandy finished. There was a murmur of approval at that and Mandy seemed tickled. She clapped her hands and bit her lower lip. I took an additional step forward so that I was closer to her mouth.

Mandy took her left hand and placed it on my bare waist. Her palm felt soft and hot on my skin. She gave me a little squeeze. I titled my head to one side to give her better access. She was shorter then me so she slid her free arm up under my armpit and reached over and grabbed my shoulder. Her bare arm grazed the side of my breasts. She then pulled me down slightly and stood up on her tip toes.

Now her face was directly in line with my neck. I was not looking at her now but out at the girls around me. I saw them all staring, aroused and intense. It was too much for me; I closed my eyes and waited for Mandy. I didn't have to wait too long. I felt a light sensation against my neck, just a gentle brushing. Mandy's lips grazing my neck. I shivered slightly and my nipples hardened.

Then I felt a deeper, wetter sensation. Mandy was kissing my neck deeply. Her mouth opened slightly and her tongue skittered across my warm skin. She briefly broke the kiss to move to a different spot on my neck. The air felt cool where her saliva was on me. Her lips returned to my neck, just at the spot where it met my shoulder. Her lips felts soft but firm against me, slightly wet and absolutely perfect.

The spot that Mandy was kissing must have been some sort of intense erogenous zone I'd never discovered before. As soon as Mandy tongue gently touched it, my body became absolutely electric. My muscles tensed immediately and a muffled (but still audible) moan escaped my mouth. I felt like there were wires directly connecting my neck to my nipples, my pussy, and my anus. Every little motion by Mandy, every slight change in the direction of her kisses, shot down those wires. My nipples felt harder than I'd ever experienced before and even the slight movement of air inflamed their sensitivity. My pussy became instantly wet and I felt a deep ache develop in my womb. Most strangely, my anus tightened like a drum and prickled and tingled in a way I'd never felt before. I wondered if just Mandy's gentle kisses alone could get me off and...




Actual Sorority Sisters Pt. 02



"Time," Carrie called. Mandy's lips unhooked from my neck and she stepped back against the wall. I opened my eyes. I was still dazed from the intensity of the sensation and from the abrupt end to the experience. I could see the girls standing around me. Most were smiling lasciviously, showing they were clearly aware of the experience I'd just had. I hunched my shoulders and slipped back to the middle of the group, embarrassed by my reaction to Mandy's touch.

But soon the embarrassment passed both because I was excited about what would happen to me next and also because the game kept going without me. During the next persons turn (a boring combination) I looked back over at Mandy. She caught my glance and gave me a little wink. It was clear that she knew what she'd done to me and her wink promised that it could happen again if I wanted it. Did I want that? I was afraid that I knew the answer. I looked back the people playing the game.

It was clear that everyone was waiting for another "dirty" combination like the one that I'd gotten. The silly ones really didn't serve any purpose. I remember that before my next turn there was really only one other good one. A Freshman girl named Alisha had to put her nose on her junior sister's inner thigh for seven seconds. The only sister was wearing shorts, but she removed them so she was only in her panties. Then she sat down on her butt and spread her legs. Alisha had slowly gotten down on her hands and knees. I was standing behind her and got a strangely intimate view of her little red pussy lips and tight red asshole as her ass stuck up in the air. Then, slowly, Alisha had inched forward. Finally, she pushed her nose against the junior's inner thigh. Alisha's face was a bare inch away from the older girl's pussy and her hair was draped all over the girl's lap. Finally, after seven seconds, she pulled her head back out. 

I, along with everyone else, was aroused watching the girls in action. I wondered what it smelled like between the older girl's legs. I wondered what it would feel like to have Alisha's hair on my lap. I was still incredibly horny from my kiss with Mandy and this just added to it, making my pussy wetter and my mind less able to overcome the troubling emotions associated with my libido.

After a few more silly turns, it was my chance again. This time, as I walked out of the group of freshman girls, I walked to Adrianna. I still felt embarrassed about walking in on her with Lily (though I hadn't really thought of that until that moment). But if she felt embarrassed, she covered it well. She smiled at me seductively and pushed the hat towards me. I grabbed my slip of paper and opened it.

"It says, 'My mouth,'" then I groaned slightly before finishing, "'Sucks Your...'"

"Nipple for fifteen seconds," Adrianna finished. She clearly relished what she said, almost rushing the words out over top of mine. The other girls in the room (except for the nervous freshmen) cheered. This was what they were waiting for. My stomach flipped and my breathing became ragged. This was really intense. Put another girl's nipple in my mouth? In a room full of people? And my sister? It was crazy.

But Adrianna wasn't waiting to see what my thoughts were. She was wearing a tight, pale yellow blouse and while I was still coming to terms with what I was going to have to do, her fingers were flying over the buttons. In just a few seconds the blouse was lying in a pile on the floor. Adrianna's breasts were covered by a sexy pink demi-bra and I unconsciously admired her form. Her breasts were pert (if a bit small) and her stomach was flat. Without the shirt, I could see the dramatic flare of her hips. She was a bombshell for sure.

She quickly reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. She threw her arms forward and the silky pink fabric slid down off of her shoulders. In a moment, her bra joined her blouse on the floor. Adrianna's breasts were even more impressive when not covered. I'd thought her bra had been a push-up number, lifting her breasts up high on her chest. Now I saw that this wasn't the case. Her perfectly proportion, teardrop-shaped breasts sat as perkily on her chest as if she was still wearing it. Her skin was a lovely light brown color (I later learned that Adrianna's mother was Greek and her father was African-American, giving her such a lovely shade of skin. Like half coffee, half milk). Her areolas were smaller than mine, maybe the size of nickels, and a dark brown color. Her nipples were somewhat long and stood up hard on her chest, pointing slightly upward.

Adrianna was staring at me intently, ready for me to plunge her nipple into my mouth. Her body was lovely and her nipples looked like they would pop deliciously into my mouth. But I was ashamed that I was thinking of her body that way and incredibly nervous. I looked around the room briefly, but was met by the intense, lewd stares of my sorority. Everyone expected me to go through with this. I felt nervous, wondering what everyone was thinking about me (which is bizarre, I know). I turned the other direction and saw Lily looking at me as well. She had some connection to Adrianna and she was looking at me like she was waiting for me to back out. There was no way out of this.

I took a small step forward and then bent over at my waist. Adrianna was considerably taller than me so I didn't have to bend far. In a moment, my lips were just a few inches from Adrianna's right breast. I could feel the heat of her body emanating from her pores. I could smell the light scent of her floral perfume and, subtly beneath that smell, her sexual, feminine pheromones. My mouth started to water. My pussy (which was still wet from my previous experience with Mandy) seized up slightly. I turned my gaze up slightly and saw Adrianna's beautiful face looking down at me and smiling. My inhibitions dried up.

I closed my eyes and opened my mouth. Without thinking, I went off script. I slowly stuck out my tongue and slid it across the bottom of Adrianna's nipple. It felt very hard, but silky against my tongue. Her hardened areola felt textured and tight. Adrianna's nipple tasted slightly salty and somewhat cool. I heard Adrianna moan and there was slight rumbling around the room.

Then I remembered, I was supposed to be sucking on her nipple, not licking it. I opened my mouth wider. I kept my tongue against the bottom of Adrianna's tit but closed the distance with my mouth. Soon, the sophomore's nipple was completely inside of my lips. 

Adrianna's breast felt incredibly soft and warm against my face and I sunk into it slightly. I smell her chest and the perfume was weaker now, her natural scent more alive. Her nipple was between my teeth, right against my tongue. I created a little suction in my mouth, pulling the nipple in farther. I relaxed my jaw a bit, freeing her from my teeth. Then I started to swirl my tongue around on Adrianna's nipple. The tight, hard, smoothness I'd teased with my tongue before was more complete now. The fleshy bullet of her nipple strokes against my tongue. It tasted saltier and sweeter now.

Adrianna moaned more loudly now and I knew that the swirls from my tongue felt good. My own body was now reacting more strongly to my explicit actions. My own nipples were as hard and tense as Adrianna's, my skin was covered in goosebumps. My hair felt like it was on end and my toes were squeezed together in unbearable tension. Most importantly, my pussy was actually dripping down my leg. As I lapped my tongue on the lower portion of Adrianna's breast, I felt an almost uncontrollable urge to touch myself. I wanted to feel my fingers slip through my juices, to feel my finger tips graze my clit and then plunge into my hot slit. Better yet, I wanted Mandy's dildo inside of me. Or Adrianna's tongue...

"Time!" I heard. Instantly I flashed back to reality. My eyes shot open. I saw Adrianna looking down at me, giving me a naughty face that showed she was impressed. I couldn't believe what touching her breast had done to me! I popped her breast out of my mouth and she moaned contentedly. I stood up feeling embarrassed by my near loss of control. She winked at me and I blushed as I rushed back to the group. I caught a glimpse of Lily looking at me angrily. Everyone else looked a little bit looser, like they'd enjoyed with they'd just seen.

Once again, I didn't have time to worry about anything because the game continued apace. There were a couple of more silly ones but then we hit two particularly dirty options in a row. The first involved Carrie and her freshman sister, a little Korean-American girl named Nicole. Nicole's card paper said, "My Face Touches Your..." and Carrie's paper said, "Breasts for 30 seconds." Everyone (including me) giggled and cheered.

"Now you know," Carrie said, "It didn't say that you had to press your face against one of my breasts, it said both. I think you need to put it between them." Everyone laughed. Nicole smiled nervously and then nodded. Carrie didn't waste any time. While the freshman girl walked tentatively towards her, Carrie quickly slipped off her t-shirt and then unhooked her bra. Carrie had small, but nicely shaped breast. Her nipples were small and very pink. Their color was offset impressively by the extremely pale color of Carrie's skin. Once she was naked she made a sort of "come on!" motion with her hands and Nicole stumbled forward.

"They won't hurt you, it will be nice," Carrie promised. Nicole didn't speak. She just gave a tiny, half-nod and then started to lean forward. She was trembling so much that Carrie seemed nervous about her. She quickly grabbed both of the Nicole's hands and put them on her (Carrie's) hips. Nicole made a slight thankful noise, but didn't speak up. Instead, now steady, she carefully pushed her face between Carrie's breasts.

I watched as the cute girl's face met the resistance of Carrie's soft skin. She sort of sunk into Carrie's body, the older girl's breasts enveloping her. After a few moments, her nose must've been against Carrie's sternum and Nicole's face was completely obscured. I couldn't help but imagine what it would feel like to be Nicole. I knew how my own soft breasts felt, but I wondered what they would feel like against the sensitive skin of my face. I wondered what the pressure of being between Carrie's breasts would feel like and what it would smell like. I was almost breathing heavy, I didn't just wonder what these things would feel like, I could almost tell, vicariously, what it would be like. And I liked it.

"Time!" Heather called. Nicole pulled her head out from Carrie's breasts. She still looked a little nervous, but she had a coy smile on her face. I think she'd liked it. I smiled at her. As she walked back to the group of freshman, I looked around the room. I saw the sexualized glances of the other girl's follow Nicole's tight ass or watch as Carrie slipped her shirt back on. 

For the first time I realized that the sexual energy being exuded by each person was so great that it had sort of filled the room. I could feel the electricity in the air. More importantly, the smell of female arousal was thick. The delicate, primal smell of girl's in lust was thick and made the room feel humid and substantial. I could almost see the glistening juices between the legs of the other freshman girls. I knew that the upper classmen were aroused as well. All of this stimuli, both sensory and spiritual, had a compounding effect. The more the room filled with our scents and our emotions the more intense those scents and emotions became. There was a cycle of escalation and I felt the rationality completely drain from the room.

A couple of turns later was the final interesting combination before my final turn. In that situation a tall, thin freshman named Jacqueline pulled a slip of paper that said, "Your Palm Holds My..." and her junior sister Sarah's slip stated, "Clitoris for five seconds." There was a loud murmur in the room. The sexual atmosphere made the walls feel like they were bulging. My pussy actually ached and I felt light-headed. It was almost like I was drunk.

Jacqueline was standing next to me. She just sort of stared forward, her mouth opening and closing like she was a fish. But I could see that her nipples were straining off of her small breasts and I could smell her arousal. Her inner thighs were glistening. I could tell that she wanted to be touched (or maybe I couldn't. Maybe in the state I was in I was projecting my own desires. I honestly can't tell). Whatever she thought, I knew she was going to get in trouble if she didn't move. I gave her a gentle nudge and she started to walk towards Sarah slowly. Sarah was grinning and looking around at the other upper class girls.

Finally, Jacqueline came to a stop directly in front of Sarah. She stood with her legs slightly apart. Sarah didn't waste any time. Her hand glided in between Jacqueline thighs. I saw Jacqueline tremble as the older girl's fingers brushed against her skin. I was standing behind Jacqueline and I got a good view of Sarah's fingers as they moved into position. I heard an audible gasp from deep in Jacqueline's throat as Sarah's hand moved up. Now Jacqueline's entire pussy was covered by Sarah's hand. Her clit, probably hard with desire, nestled gently in Sarah's palm. Jacqueline's legs shook and it was clear she was having trouble staying on her feet.

This time there was no question of imagining myself in Jacqueline's shoes. The only thing I could think about was my desperate desire, my need, to have something touch me the way that Jacqueline was being touched. My clit actually hurt it was so needful of contact. My pussy seemed to be gushing liquid and I felt slick and wet almost down to my knees. My breasts tingled and even the slightest move in the air seemed to put me on the verge of an orgasm. I kept my eyes on Jacqueline, but I wanted to squeeze my legs together, to give myself relief. But somehow, the last ounce of my will kept me from moving.

"Time," Heather said after the longest five seconds of my life. As Sarah's palm slid out from between Jacqueline's legs I felt the entire room take a deep breath. I saw Jacqueline's juices dripping on Sarah's fingers. This game was completely out of control.

"Lily's turn," Carrie said. Suddenly I realized that I was next. And that my opposite this time was not just an older sister. It was my... older sister. I felt a sudden chill that took a little of the edge off of my arousal (not much, but a little. My arousal seemed limitlessly deep at that time). 

"Come on...Ellie," Lily said gruffly. I started to walk up towards my sister. The room had re-focused now, all so interested in what would come next that the excitement of Sarah and Jacqueline's touch was relegated to memory. I felt eyes on my breasts and my ass and my face. Eyes looking furtively towards my sister. 

I had spent the whole game pretending that this moment wouldn't happen, that when the time came I wouldn't have to play this potentially overtly sexual game with my own older sister. But now here I was, naked and extremely stimulated, slinking toward my sister. I was in denial. I told myself that I'd already had two extremely sexual challenges, more than anyone else. I told myself that most of the challenges had ended in something silly and the odds were that I would face the same thing.

Finally, I was standing in front of Lily. She looked at me coldly, the same way she had when I'd entered the house earlier. Heather pushed the hat up next to me. I reached into it and grabbed out one of the last remaining slips of paper. I unfolded it. I started to read it.

"Your..." I said, then seeing the rest of it I groaned loudly. It was an incredibly bad start. Heather gave me a poisonous look that seemed to say "finish it now.

"Your Tongue Licks My," I said. Lily flipped her piece of paper open quickly and read it aloud immediately.

"Anus For One Minute," she said. For a brief moment the words didn't register with me. The room was completely silent. You could've heard a pin drop. Then, there was a loud guffaw from Heather. Then the thought sunk in and room erupted. The cards said that my sister had to...I couldn't believe this.

"No this isn't right, this can't happen," I said quietly at first, then I shouted to make myself heard over the din of the crowd, "No, this is not happening. This is absolutely insane!" I said. I felt tears starting to well in my eyes. I hadn't even fully processed what the sorority wanted me to do, the pressure I was under just seemed to build cumulatively.

"It's what the slip of paper says," Heather explained wickedly, "Now you know the rules of talking back." But this was too far even for my fear of getting kicked out of the sorority to hold me back.

"If it were anyone else, I wouldn't say a word. But you all know that this is too far. I can't do this. Lily is my sister. My blood sister," I replied shrilly. The room was quiet now. I could hear the room murmuring. After the initial excitement, it seemed that everyone was generally recognizing that this was beyond the realm of acceptable behavior. This wasn't a little hazing, or even intense hazing. This was something else. This was an absolute societal and natural taboo. I could hear the crowd agree with me. 

"Well," Lily said and I heard menace in her voice. Before the next words came out, I knew what she was going to say, "Those are the rules little sister. There are rules in this sorority. I am an officer here. I respect and honor those rules. That's the way things are. You don't just get to change the world because you don't like the way it works. Time to grow up. Go upstairs, pack up your stuff and go back to you dorm," she said in the most condescending way possible.

I knew what she was doing. She didn't want to do this any more than I did. But she'd heard me protest so vehemently that she figured she now had a way to get me out of here. She was using my natural and morally justified squeamishness about committing a sexual act with a blood relative against me. And I knew she was bluffing. She was just trying to use the biggest possible cudgel to bully me into submission. 

The dread I'd felt when the slips of paper were read started to drain out of me. It was replaced by absolute, white hot rage. Here was an opportunity for my sister and I to work together, for us to put an end to this awkward situation. All she had to do, as an officer, was back up my objections and we could get some sort of special dispensation from the rules or something. But instead she was using this awful situation to get what she wanted. That was the worst of it. We could help each other and both be happy, or she could help herself and hurt me. She chose to hurt me. The disgust I felt at the idea of my sister putting her tongue onto one of my most private areas dried up. All I wanted to throw her own stupid strategy back in her face. I wanted to call her bluff.

"Oh Lily, I didn't realize that this was okay with you. I was only objecting to protect you. If you are ready, so am I," I responded. I felt acid dripping off of my teeth and flicking off my tongue as I spoke. I saw Lily's face tighten slightly, but she maintained her composure. I didn't give her any time to think up some new ploy. Instead, I walked over so that I was just a few feet in front of my sister, turned around so that my back was to her, and then dropped down. I got on my hands and knees, sticking my round ass up in the air, facing my sister. Everyone in the room murmured quietly, in stunned tones.

Here we were. Two sisters, in front of a group of "sisters" absolutely trapped by our anger with one another. I couldn't back out. To do that would admit that I wasn't as tough as Lily or that I was overwhelmed. It would prove that she could do something that I couldn't. And it would prove I was still the whiny baby she thought I was. So there I was on my hands and knees.




Actual Sorority Sisters Pt. 02



And my sister was trapped as well. I'd given her an out and she had thrown it away. She needed to prove to me that she was willing to do whatever it took to bring me down. She also had to save face in front of her sorority, especially the other officers who looked to be trying to bring her down. So she dropped down on her knees behind me.

As I heard her knees land on the floor behind me, I turned my head and looked at her. She was no longer smiling, but looking tense and nervous. I figured that my face showed the mirror image. I saw Heather and Carrie behind my sister, looking a strange combination of disgusted and aroused. The other girls in the room were absolutely silent. They were staring at us, both terrified that we were going to go through with it, but terrified that if they looked away they would miss it.

I felt my sister's palms press up against my ass cheeks. Her hands were warm but I still shivered, letting out a soft moan. Lily froze for a minute, not moving. The room was still, the sexual electricity growing to a fever pitch now but under the surface, inside the bodies of everyone present. Lily slowly applied a small amount of pressure to my ass cheeks, spreading them apart and exposing my tight pink asshole to the cool air.

I felt the pressure building slightly, and I knew that Lily was leaning forward. Her weight was pressing into my hips as she used my ass to hold herself up. Slowly, but not too slowly, Lily started to lower her head so that it was between my ass cheeks. My heart was pounding in my chest as I felt her getting closer. Every physical part of my body wanted to spring up and run across the room, away from my sister. Only my will kept me in place, holding me on my knees, urging me not to falter. But even so, my legs were shaking slightly and I felt like my body was made of ice.

Maybe that chill was the reason I moaned loudly when I felt Lily's hot breath against my anus. I felt her breathe out deeply and the air pressed against my cold skin. I felt warmed and strangely intrigued. Her breath felt nice. I couldn't ignore the fact that I was still aroused from the game, even if it had taken a strange turn. In fact, my emotions and libido might have been heightened by the intensity of my anxiety. And by the taboo. I can admit that now. I didn't want to feel my sister's sensual, hot breath break against my anus and then swirl down and tickle my pussy. But the fact that I didn't want it, or that fact that it would be morally wrong to want it, made me sort of want it. I don't know, it was such a confusing brew of conflicting and powerful feelings.

I didn't have too much time to think about it. The force of Lily's breath indicated that her lips were close to my body. It was about it happen. 

"Time doesn't start until you do," I heard Heather say. My sister couldn't hold back now unless she wanted to be branded a coward.

The first thing I felt was a warm, tingling sensation. I rocketed through my entire body, making my shoulders feel tense and my eyes water. Then, below the tingling feeling, I felt a wet, soft-rough sensation. I felt Lily, my older sister, drag her tongue up from the bottom of my anus to the top. Her tongue was flat against my opening, held soft like she was lapping an ice cream cone. Wherever her tongue moved, the cold air sensation followed in its wake, as her saliva was exposed to the air. When her tongue reached the top of my anus, I felt it plunge back down again, to lap gently at me again. Lily's tongue was thick and wet and left a long trail of spit across my asshole. I felt the gentle bumps of her tastebuds as they flittered across the puckered skin of my anus and I wondered what I tasted like. I heard my voice make a squealing sound, despite the fact that I hadn't requested that it happen.

Each tiny motion of my sister's tongue sent reverberations throughout my body. It seemed that I could feel her tongue licking not just my anus, but also my clit and my nipples. Each movement could be felt in those locations as well. My pussy was almost gushing now, I could smell my own juices and feel them running down my leg. I could feet Lily's chin against my wet, open hole and I knew that my pussy juices were rubbing down her chin and running down her neck. If it bothered her, it didn't show. Her tongue kept moving in a slow rhythm and I could hear the slurping sound as she sucked her spit up off my anus and back into her mouth.

I cannot faithfully describe what I was feeling as all this happened. Words fail to express what it was. But I will try my best. First of all, Lily was amazingly skilled with her tongue. Each of her motions was economically planned to produce the greatest amount of pleasure. The sheer physical joy of a loving touch might have been the strongest emotion of all. Lily knew what buttons to push on this part of the female machine. As the pleasure rose, so too did my sexual fog, as I was beginning to think of the phenomenon. My time in the sorority had rapidly shown me that there was a level of sexual arousal that I reached where rational thought fell away and I became a sort of animal. I existed only to receive sexual pleasure. Anything else faded. And this was the fogging of my rational mind that I slipped deeper and deeper into.

Finally, below that and barely recognizable to my mind (until later and in retrospect) was the emotional aspect. The complex emotions I felt for my sister were intensely contradictory. I was angry, I was hurt, and I was scared. But I also felt love for her, both because of the deep well of sisterly love that I hoped would always exist, and because I loved the pleasure she was bringing to my body. Finally, I felt disgust. This was wrong. I couldn't be feeling anything I was feeling. What would our parents think? 

But my thoughts and fears seemed even more distant as Lily's tongue started to work faster. Her licking became less controlled. She pushed her tongue harder and flatter against my anus. She even made her tongue feel rigid for just a moment and I felt the bare tip of it press inside of me, then pull out and resume lapping,. Without thinking I brought on of my hands up to grab my breast. I squeezed my nipples and pushed my hips back, driving my ass hard into my sister's face. I was moaning loudly now, in unison with my sister. The rest of the house was floating away and I was desperate in my need for an orgasm. I'd never needed one so bad in my life. I felt my fingers digging deep into my breast. I was just about to move my hand away from my breast and down towards my clit, to give myself some relief, when I heard.

"Time!" Instantly, I felt Lily tongue pull away from my anus. My eyes fluttered open and the orgasm I had almost reached subsided slightly. The fear and disgust I'd suppressed rose to take its place. The room came back into focus and I saw the shocked faces of my sorority sisters. I looked around and saw that everyone's faces were flushed with the same combination of uncontained lust and also shame. They had liked what they'd watched but felt strange that they'd liked it. I found myself in a surprisingly similar boat.

"Very good, uh Ellie. Go back to the group," Heather said after a long pause. Even she looked like she had been slightly rocked by what she'd seen. Lesbian incest. That thought shot through my mind. It was enough to shock anyone, I guess.

As I returned to the group, I saw them avoid making eye contact with me. But I could sense that they weren't disgusted by me, I didn't feel any hostility. Instead, I felt that they were ashamed of themselves. That they hadn't stopped it and that they'd liked it. I turned and looked at the officers and they did the same. 

Except my sister. At first, I could not tell what she was thinking. Her face glistened with my juices and her spit, her cheeks were red and her eyes were downcast. I could see her hard nipples through her shirt. Without realizing it, I noted in my mind that she looked beautiful. I thought about the pleasure she'd given me, but the weird circumstances surrounding it. I wondered if she was feeling the same thing that I was. 

Finally, my sister seemed to sense that I was looking at her and she looked up at me. I almost stumbled backwards. I'd never seen hate like that in anyone's eyes before. She hated me, I could no feel it coming off of her. Regardless of what everyone else was feeling I could tell my sister was angry, ashamed, embarrassed, and confused. And she was blaming me. Whatever confused feelings I had before were multiplied a thousand times by two new ones, fear and guilt.

"Uh, let's keep the game going...whose next?" Heather said and I dropped my head.

Chapter 4: Pledge Week Day 4 - Time With Sophomores

The game had been pretty lackluster after that. Everyone had recognized the strange sexual tension in the room and become more wary. No one wanted to be embarrassed and shocked the way Lily and I had. But really, how could they have been?

I spent the rest of the game trying to be invisible. As soon as that night's ritual was over I'd run up to my room, climbed into bed, and covered my face with my pillow. I'd pretended to be asleep when Lori came up a few minutes later. I was sure she knew that I was awake, but she was sweet enough to let me pretend.

I passed the night darting in and out of unpleasant sleep. I could not recall my dreams, but I would wake up often, feeling panicked and my chest tight. I tried not to think about what had happened and what was going to happen. Even as my juice and my sister's saliva dried on my ass, I tried to pretend like nothing had happened. 

It was almost a relief when the alarm rang the next morning, taking me out of my misery. Lori and I both sat up in the bed. I didn't even have time to dart my eyes away or sneak away. The instant that she was fully awake, Lori addressed me.

"Hey are you okay?" she asked. She didn't sound disgusted or embarrassed she sounded concerned. I looked over at her, sitting on her bed with her blanket around her waist. Her breasts bared, I knew that we were both naked now, there was no use hiding from her.

"I don't know," I answered honestly. There was a long pause and we both felt sheepish.

"That was the most intense thing that I ever saw," Lori said. I felt a pang as she said it.

"You don't know the half of it," I said.

"It...I didn't think anything like that was going to happen. I kept thinking someone was going to stop it or something. I didn't think anything would get this out of hand," Lori said, looking blankly out the window. Something about he look made something inside of me give way.

"Everyone must think I am a disgusting freak. How could I do that?" I said. I'd been rolling that idea around in my head all night. It needed to get out there, Lori needed to hear it.

Lori's eyes dropped. "Okay, I am going to tell you something. You sort of bared it all last night, so I am going to do the same for you. I know how I'd feel if we were reversed, if I'd...done that with my sister. So I owe this to you, to make you feel...less strange I think. Okay, so I watched what happened. And...I am sort of weirded out to admit...I was liked it. It was sexy. Like extremely sexy. It made me so unbearably horny. And I was ashamed I felt that way, because we all knew it was wrong. But I want you to know that if you are weird...I am just as weird as you are. I just didn't have the opportunity." 

I instantly felt tears in my eyes. I rushed over to Lori's bed without thinking and wrapped my arms around her. I felt her return my hug. Our bare stomachs and breasts pressed together. I can't describe how important her words were to me in that moment. In my absolute despair, Lori had seen my pain and thrown me a lifeline. She didn't have to say what she did. It had to be embarrassing and difficult to say. But it was clear she'd been waiting all night to give me some small amount of comfort.

"Thank you Lori," I said, "I can't..."

"Don't" Lori said, pushing me back away from her and shaking her head, "Don't thank me. That's what sisters are for." She said. It was a beautiful sentiment, but I felt my stomach knot up nonetheless.

"I don't think so," I said. Our hug broke and I sort of slumped down on the bed next to Lori. I thought of Lily.

"What do you mean?" She asked. I paused for a moment and then carefully described the tension between my sister and I. How she didn't want me in the sorority and how the previous night had been a battle of wills that I'd somehow won. And I told about the hateful look Lily had given me.

"I didn't realize. I thought you'd both...you know actually wanted that last night," she said.

"I don't know. I think we kind of did," I said, grasping to explain the situation, "But we also didn't. It's like she can't stand the idea that I have grown up and want to occupy the same adult place that she does. So she denies that I am an adult, not a child. But it causes all sort of weird side effects. And I just want so badly for her to accept me as an adult. I don't know, to accept me in any way. I mean I joined this sorority to..." 

And then, for the first time, I realized it. Lily had absolutely been right all along. I had joined the sorority because of her. I had denied it to her and to myself, but there it was. I'd told myself that I wanted to meet girls my age, to be part of something, to have fun. And it had all been true. But there was a bigger motivation. Since I was a little kid I'd always wanted to be just like my sister. And it seemed in growing up, nothing had change. In an unguarded moment I'd almost said it. I'd joined the sorority to follow in my sister's footsteps, to tag along. Just like I'd always done. I wondered for a second if Lily had reason to be upset with me, if I was really just being her shadow instead of being an adult. But I realized that we were in too deep for that now.

"To what?" Lori asked. 

"I don't know." I said, "I just know that I always wanted to be close to my sister. I know that I enjoyed last night. But I feel like the little bit of good feeling I had is coming at a price. Joining into my sister's adult life and becoming a part of her adult, sexual relationships is pushing us farther apart. I am more distant from her than ever, even if all I wanted was to be closer." And finally, all the thoughts and fears I'd had about this place had crystallized to the point that I could explain them. I felt weak and somewhat ill. 

I felt Lori's hand on my cheek. I looked up at her and she was gazing at me with intense concern, "Listen, I don't know what is going on with you and your sister. I can't imagine, my sister is three years younger than me, I don't know what I will do if she joins this sorority when she gets in college. I can just say that sisters have growing pains sometimes when they leave childhood. I think that time is finally happening for both you and your sister. And it can feel like she hates you or that you hate her, but I promise everything will work out."

Lori spoke softly and with passionate sincerity. I didn't know if I believed her. I felt like my relationship with my sister was hopelessly fractured. But I knew both that I wanted to believe her and that she believed what she was saying herself. I took comfort from her and felt a deep gratitude.

I was overcome by an emotional wave. I didn't so much decide to act as I just did. I leaned forward and closed my eyes. I felt my lips press into Lori's soft mouth. For a second she froze, completely surprised by my actions. I didn't know how else to show her how important she was becoming to me or how much I appreciated her show of love. After the initial shock, Lori kissed me back. I felt her lips come alive, and her body relax into mine. Our lips pressed together in a chaste kiss for a long time. I felt the love and acceptance that I so desperately wanted and I hoped that she felt the same. After a long while, we broke our kiss.

"I don't know how to say this, because I am not trying to make some sort of romantic declaration for the future..." Lori said softly as our eyes opened. I knew what she wanted to say.

"No, I know," I said. And I did. I thought Lori was sweet, smart, and fun. I found her to be beautiful, effortlessly sexy, and hopelessly alluring. But what I felt for her at the core was a kind of friendship with her that I'd never experienced before. It was not romantic, but it was deep and pure, "I love you too. You are my newest sister,"

"That's exactly it," Lori said, "I love you." We hugged again briefly.

"Oh shit," I said, looking over Lori's shoulder, "We are going to be late to class." And we immediately got up out of her bed and rushed to the shower.

* * * * *

I arrived back at the house around the time the nightly meeting was set to start. I'd stayed out the entire day, even after my classes were done. I wanted to pretend, at least for a little while, that I was a normal college student. I walked through the quad watching people play Frisbee, I went into the student union and got some snacks, and I even went to the library and did a little bit of homework. The entire time, I had just lived in the exact moment, trying to ignore the deeply conflicting situation at the house.

Of course, as I stepped inside and removed my clothes, everything rush right back to me. I was in a sort of strange lesbian sorority and had somehow been coerced or led into having a destructive semi-sexual relationship with my own sister. So much for being a normal college student. 

Once again all of the girls were shepherded into the dining room from the living room. Once again the freshmen stood in the middle while the older girls stood in a ring on the outside. And once again, Lori was called up to the front of the room to grab a piece of paper out of a bowl. Everything was feeling very familiar now, but that didn't make it any less unnerving.

"The paper says 'sophomore,'" Lori said, less nervously than before. The sophomores cheered and the seniors groaned. I was extremely happy. I had figured we were going to be paired up with older sisters again and I had been absolutely terrified that I was going to have to spend the evening fighting with my sister. Sophomore was better. It meant an evening with...

"Hi," Adrianna said, tapping me on the shoulder. I turned around. She was smiling at me coyly and looking even more beautiful than she had the day before when I'd sucked on her hard brown nipple. She was wearing a short pink skirt and white t-shirt. I could see her lavender bra through her shirt.

"Hi Adrianna," I said. 

"Good to get to know you little sister," she said warmly and then looked over my body. It didn't feel any less strange for having happened before. It was strange to be assigned as some sort of toy to and older girl.

"Yeah, I have been looking forward to it," I said, trying to talk as little as possible. I had been too embarrassed to talk to any of the other sisters that day (besides Lori) and I wondered what Adrianna was thinking of me. As if reading my mind, she addressed the issue.

"How are you feeling today? That was a wild time last night," she said.

"I am okay, yeah it was really weird," I said, not knowing what else to say.

"Oh it was more than weird. That was the craziest fucking thing I've ever seen. And after a year at this place, I have seen some crazy stuff," she said. I blushed.

"Oh," I said, feeling embarrassed. I felt her hand on my chin and she lifted it up so that I was looking in her eyes.

"Don't get all mopey, doll. That was a compliment," she said laughing, "And don't feel embarrassed. Everyone's doing shit they didn't realize they were going to do. And at least if you had to get your salad tossed, you got rimmed by someone who know what the hell she is doing." I was totally thrown. Adrianna's easy tone had not prepared me for that bombshell. Had my sister...licked Adrianna's anus as well? Was it part of hazing? Did they do it other times? Was that something people did?




Actual Sorority Sisters Pt. 02



I didn't have time to think about it. Instead, Adrianna grabbed my hand and started to lead me out of the dining room and out into the living room. There were several senior and junior girls there. Left without anything to do for the night, they had piled in to watch television. My arm was practically out of its socket as Adrianna essentially dragged me in front of a couch in the middle of the room. 

"What is it we are supposed to do today? Mandy took me up to her room the other day. Do you want to go to yours?" I asked. I felt uncomfortable now. All the other freshman girls were gone, I was the only one naked. And everyone was looking at us, standing in front of the television in the front of the room. Adrianna leaned in and whispered to me.

"Get ready, doll. I don't do anything slowly. It's about to get weird again," she said in her sultry way and then raised her eyebrows. I felt an icy grip inside of my stomach. I had no idea what that meant, but I didn't like the sound of it.

"Adrianna..." I started. But she moved away from me.

"Ladies and...well the vast majority of you who are too dirty and perverted to be called ladies," Adrianna called out across the room. I heard some of the girls laugh, "I know you are all very disappointed tonight. The junior girls are upset because you've already shot your wad with your little sisters. Senior girls are panting with anticipation because you know you have to wait. Now, I know what you are all going to do with our disappointment. You are going to watch television, bitch about school, and then go to bed horny. Well, have no fear, Adrianna Hall is here. And she wants to help."

"What the hell are you talking about?" Some girl in the group called out. But even as she said it, I sensed the other girls gathering around to hear what Adrianna had to say. Adrianna had a certain magnetism about her that drew people in. (She would be elected president of the sorority her senior year). Everyone was drawn in.

"I am glad you ask, my dear," Adrianna said dramatically, "Standing before you is a fine specimen of naked, female freshmen." She gestured to me and I blushed. All eyes turned toward me. Everyone looked happy and harmless, but I felt uncomfortable, "She has a glorious set of tits, a nice ass, a cute face, and, as we all know, a bold sexual appetite." There was some giggling. It seemed no one had forgotten the night before (not that I honestly expected them to). But as they looked at me, I didn't see the revulsion and disgust I expected. I saw, interest, combined (possibly) with respect.

"What about her?" Another girl called out.

"An impatient group," Adrianna replied as though dramatically offended, "You know, I was only trying to do you all a favor. If you are going to get snippy..."

"We're sorry, we're sorry," another girl called out, "Just want to know what you are doing." Adrianna nodded sagely as though she understood their predicament.

"I accept your apology, and, without further ado I will explain the alternative entertainment I have devised for you this evening," she paused now, letting them all wait, building anticipation, "Now I want to be very clear, this is simply alternative entertainment. If you wish to continue to watch television, I won't stop you."

"Oh my god spill it!" someone yelled. Adrianna smiled. Then, without speaking again she reached down at her skirt and gave it a quick tug. It was just held up with an elastic waistband and as she pulled it over her hips, the skirt slid down her legs and pooled on the floor. I was shocked to see that Adrianna was not wearing any panties under the very small skirt. Adrianna was now just wearing her tight white t-shirt (which was so short it didn't cover her bellybutton and so tight that her bra did so much show as pop through). Her legs were long and beautiful with the most even skin tone. Her pussy was a little, dark red slash between her legs with very small pussy lips, a tiny little clit, and a very small patch of black pubic hair shaved into a close-crop landing strip. Some of the girls whistled and made a big deal, but it was clear that I was the only one shocked.

"Well my friends, here is your alternative entertainment. I am going to sit on this couch with my legs wide open. My little freshman friend is going to get on her hands and knees in front of me and crawl between my knees. And then she going to eat my tight little pussy," Adrianna said. My mouth immediately went dry, but the other girls cheered heartily. I could tell from the reaction that no one was going to stick with the television.

Adrianna now turned and then flopped back onto the couch. As she promised, she spread her legs wide. As she moved, the other girls in the room moved around so that they could get a better look. I would be performing for about a quarter of the sorority. My knees felt weak and I could barely get enough oxygen to keep from passing out. I didn't want to do this. But, at the same time, I was in so deep at this point, it didn't even make any sense to quit now. Adrianna seemed to sense my unease. She licked her lips and tilted her cute little chin back.

"Ellie honey, don't worry. It isn't going to bite. You can ask more than one of the other girls standing around you. They will tell you that the meal you are about to enjoy will be delicious," Adrianna said. She moved her hands from her knees, sliding them up her inner thighs, across her pussy lips (giving a moan as she did), and then up her body and across her breasts. She then folded her arms behind her head, leaning back. My eyes moved back down between her legs. Her pussy glistened slightly and it was clear she was aroused, either because she was naked in front of everyone, because she was bossing me around, or both. Her body was very beautiful and I would be lying if I said I was not aroused. I had already come to terms with the idea that I might be attracted to women. But this was more than that.

I got down on my hands and knees. I still didn't know if I would be able to go through with crawling forward, but I didn't want Adrianna to get angry. I felt the other girls looking as my large breasts hung like perfect round pendulums below my body and my round stuck up in the air. 

When I got low, I was only about four feet from Adrianna's pussy. And that is when two things happened that changed the whole situation. The first was lovely. Down low and close to Adrianna's body, I smelled her arousal. It was a savory, thick aroma that hung all around my face. I could almost taste her already. Salty and clean. The instant her body's natural perfume entered my nose I felt my own pussy start to get wet, my nipples hardened, and the sexual fog started to descend. I was still nervous, but I was also not dreading what would happen next. My fear had flipped to nervous excitement. (I guess I should note that after being so unbelievably aroused the night before, I never had managed to cum. I was still hornier than I'd ever been in my life and it didn't seem to be much to get me back in the mood).

The second thing I saw out of the corner of my eye. Lily. My sister had finally left the dining room and had made her way back into the living area. She must've seen the crowd forming and walked over to see what was going on. When she saw it was me, her face fell. She crossed her arms in front of her breasts. But she didn't walk away. She just watched. I didn't know if she was trying to psych me out or if she, like the other girls, couldn't deny that she was intrigued. Regardless, I knew she was there and couldn't quite put her out of my mind.

But Adrianna's fragrant arousal was enough to keep any anxiety about my sister at a reasonable level. I started to crawl forward toward Adrianna's wet pussy. Each movement I made forward increased the intensity of Adrianna's scent. This in turn increased my own arousal and the sexual fog that crowded out my rational thought. As I moved closer, I started to forget about the other girls in the room watching me. No, that isn't quite right. I didn't forget about them, I was very aware of the presence. Instead, I stopped being nervous or embarrassed about them. I started to feel comfortable, I started to like that they were watching me. My motion's became slinkier, I moved in a sexier fashion. And my body felt absolutely alive.

Finally, I passed between Adrianna's knees and stopped moving. My head was directly between Adrianna's legs and my face was just a few inches from her wet pussy. Her legs were spread incredibly wide and it had pulled the lips of her pussy apart slightly. Her labia were red and looked like it would be soft and sweet. I felt my mouth watering. The only pussy I'd ever tasted was my own, licked off of a dildo I'd pulled out of my ass. But I wanted to taste this one.

For a moment, that thought, that I wanted to taste Adrianna's pussy, threw me a bit. It lightened the fog. What was I doing? I had just started coming to terms that I had attraction to women. Now here I was, on my hands and knees, actually excited to be eating pussy. I'd never done anything like this before. I didn't even know where to begin. Why was my body reacting this way? I didn't even know myself anymore. I looked out of the corner of my eye, over Adrianna's thigh for my sister, trying to get some bearing in my identity. She was looking at me still, stonily but with a lecherous gleam in her eye. No help there.

Then I felt a gentle pressure on my cheek. It was Adrianna's hand. With her fingers she carefully turned my head so that I was once again facing her body. I titled my eyes up and saw her pretty face looking down at me. She was smiling and her eyes seemed to be laughing.

"Don't worry about Lily," she whispered, then spoke louder, "Come on baby, everyone wants to watch you eat." She said and a cheer went up. I remembered that all eyes were on me and what I had to do. There was really no getting out of this now. I was in far too deep. Whatever the sorority wanted from me, I was basically stuck giving it to them. And if I happened to enjoy it a bit, so much the better.

I breathed in deeply through my nose, once again taking in Adrianna's delicious bouquet. The fog fell over my mind again and all I wanted to do was make Adrianna feel pleasure, to do what I was supposed to do for the sorority, and to taste my "big sister's" pussy. I leaned in forward. I was so close I could feel my hot breath bouncing off of Adrianna's beautiful skin and back onto my face. My eyes were still open and I saw up close Adrianna's juicy red pussy. Her clitoris was small but it was hard and clearly visible. The folds of her pussy looked swollen, like they needed relief. And down at the bottom of her slit was a single drip of clearish, whitish liquid. 

I didn't know anything about eating pussy. I'd never had my pussy eaten and I'd certainly never done it to anyone else. But I knew that I wanted that little drip of Adrianna's essence inside of my mouth. I stuck out my tongue and closed my eyes. I leaned forward the last few inches. I felt a hot wetness against my tongue and I felt Adrianna's body tremble as my tongue pressed into her flesh. 

The drip of Adrianna's liquid landed squarely on my tongue. The taste was exquisite. It tasted exactly like the pheromones and scents that Adrianna's body was giving off, but a thousand times more concentrated. It was a salty, sweet and sensuous flavor that seemed to coat my entire tongue. It had an effect like a drug, the taste and the experience of tasting sent ripples throughout my body. My pussy contracted and my nipples became hardened into bullets.

"Oh baby so nice," Adrianna moaned. I smiled to myself, I didn't know what I was doing, but it must've felt good. 

I knew that Adrianna's clit would be the most sensitive part of her vagina, so I decided to go there next. I made my tongue somewhat rigid. Slowly and steadily I drug my tongue up through Adrianna's hot slit. Her juices pooled on my tongue and dripped back into my mouth. My tongue slipped ever so slightly into Adrianna's pussy. I felt the tightness of her body and I could feel her heartbeat through her tissue. Adrianna moaned loudly and I felt her hand gently rest on the top of my head.

My tongue reached the top of Adrianna's wet slit. A small mouthful of her juices were now in my mouth. I swirled my tongue against the roof of my mouth, letting her flavor soak into my senses. Then I swallowed it down. I focused my energy on her clitoris. It was a hard little nub of tissue and seemed almost to be trembling with anticipation. I made my tongue soft and limp and carefully lapped at it.

"Holy shit!" Adrianna screamed, her body instantly going rigid. I stopped moving for a second, afraid that I was doing something wrong. But Adrianna gently placed her hand on the back of my head, pushing me in towards her pussy, telling me to keep going. I must've just hit the right spot.

I got back to business. I focused all of my attention on Adrianna's clit. Like I said, I never ate pussy before, but I at least knew what I thought would feel good. I kept my tongue soft and licked at Adrianna's clit. I swirled my tongue around on top of it. I tried to keep my motions at a steady rhythm, trying to build the tension inside of her. 

It seemed to be working, Adrianna let out little sighs of contentment with each flick of my tongue. Sometimes, if I made my tongue slightly harder, she would let out a low groan. Her body was trembling more than before. I could feel her legs shaking slightly on either side of my head. Both of her hands were on my head now, holding my tongue in place and enjoying it.

I can't say that I was thinking about anything as I was pleasuring Adrianna. At least, not anything beyond my desire to make her feel good. I would like to say I was conflicted or uncomfortable or something, just because it makes me feel like some sort of slut not to say that. But it's the truth. I was completely invested in giving myself to Adrianna.

Well, maybe not entirely invested. The whole time I was lapping at Adrianna's sopping cunt, I had one other thing on my mind. I was thinking about all the girls standing around me, watching me do it. Rather than being self-conscious or embarrassed, I found that it heightened my arousal. It made all of my actions feel sexier, more interesting. It felt good that people thought I was sexy and wanted to see me.

In fact, it felt so good that I began to feel an intense need for contact of my own. It wasn't enough just to have my tongue slither in between Adrianna's slit, to kiss her lips with my own. I needed a touch. I wrapped my lips around Adrianna's clitoris, sucking it gently and rolling my tongue over it. At the same time I lifted my right hand off of the ground and grabbed my breast. Not hard, just a gentle squeeze of my flesh. I felt my nipple against my palm. Each lick from my tongue now corresponded with a squeeze of my breast, with special focus on my nipples. 

For a long while we stayed in that position, my tongue on Adrianna's clitoris and my hand grasping at my breast. I found myself moaning into Adrianna's clit and the vibrations seemed to increase her pleasure. The girls around us (including Lily) looked in closer. They were silent, just enjoying the view. The sexual tension started to build and build. My face was slick with Adrianna's juices and my own saliva and her body felt hot and taut. She let out a loud groan.

"Oh fuck I need more!" she moaned loudly. In a quick motion she took her hands and slipped one under each knee and then sort of pulled herself back. She rocked back slightly on the couch (and her clit popped out of my mouth). She pulled her legs as wide as she could. Her pussy glistened with spit and her own juices. But now, also exposed was her tight reddish-purple asshole. It was also wet from Adrianna's dripping pussy. My face was only a few inches from it.

"Come on baby, eat my asshole," she said. I gulped. This was like an entirely different thing. This was not something that was normally done. I wanted, desperately, to put my tongue against her asshole. I don't know why, but it felt like an imperative. But I also knew I shouldn't want to, I was frozen. Adrianna smiled down at me.

"You know how to do it, your sister showed you last night. If you are half as good at it as she is, you will do fine baby. Hurry, I need it quick," Adrianna said. Her words sort of shotgunned through my brain. Last night. My sister. It was all so confusing. I looked around the room briefly and saw everyone wanting to watch me eat Adrianna's ass. I decided to do what felt right in this moment.

I lifted my free hand off the ground now. I was just sort of up on my knees now. I bent over slightly. The first thing I felt was my nose sinking into Adrianna's soft pussy. It felt incredibly wet and warm. I took that free hand and stuck two of my fingers into my mouth, getting them wet with my saliva and Adrianna's juices. Then I brought those fingers up right above the bridge of my nose and set them gently against Adrianna's still-pulsing clit. I swirled my wet fingers around on Adrianna's clitoris. Her body became rigid and she sucked in air quickly and deeply. I felt her legs shaking.

Now there was only one thing left to do. Once again, I slowly stuck out my tongue. Just as before, when my tongue was about an inch outside of my mouth, I felt it press against hot, wet flesh. Only this felt different. It was still incredibly soft, but it was also extremely firm. It felt taut. Further, as my tongue splayed out across Adrianna's flesh, I felt it running across tight ridges of her anus. It tasted salty and earthy, mostly just like her skin. But it felt devilishly naughty to have my tongue lick against it. I squeezed my breast tightly as I started to lap at Adrianna's anus.

I moved my tongue across her little bud in unison with my fingers sliding on her clitoris. All the while, I sucked up her juices as they poured out of her pussy and down the crack of her ass. The more I licked her ass, the better I liked it. I like the way her flesh felt against my tongue and I liked the way she reacted to it.

Adrianna was squirming all over the couch. I could tell that it took all of her concentration to keep from releasing her knees and falling over. And she was making the loveliest noises. It was sort of a high, chirping sound following by a deep moan. Her eyes were closed and she was biting her lower lip fiercely. It seemed like she was completely consumed by my attentions. And she looked absolutely beautiful.

Her beauty, along with the sights, smells, tastes, and tactile sensations I was experiencing was having an intense effect on me as well. The sexual fog was completely clouding my mind. All I could think was that the previous night I'd been kissed, sucked on a nipple, and had my asshole eaten and I hadn't had an orgasm. Now I was eating a girl's pussy and her asshole, and I still hadn't cum. I could feel my pulse pounding in my neck, my heart, and my cunt. I needed some relief.

I sealed my lips around Adrianna's anus, sucking on it gently. At the same time, I darted my tongue out slightly, probing at her dark bud. My fingers on my left hand continued to work carefully with her clitoris. But with my right hand, I dropped my breast. I slinked my hand down over my stomach and between my legs. 

I needed to masturbate, like I'd never ever needed to before. I didn't care that people were watching (including my sister). I needed some release from this tension, both sexual and emotional. Slowly, my fingers on my right hand grazed my pussy lips. I shook all over and groaned. The groaned rattled my tongue around on the outside of Adrianna's anus and she moaned back. My fingers continued to explore my wet slit. I couldn't believe how wet I was. My pussy basically sucked my fingers inside. I started to massage my tight, wet insides with my fingers. At the same time, my now-wet thumb found my clitoris and started to circle around it firmly.




Actual Sorority Sisters Pt. 03



Dear Reader: You are entering the third part of the longest piece of writing I have ever completed. Continue to enjoy it in good health. The novel (and yes, it is an 88,000 word novel) has been split into four sections, this being the third section. The entire book is already completed, the first two sections are already up, and I will be releasing the remaining section soon. So if you like this, keep your eyes open for conclusion.

With that said, this book is not for everyone. It will be too long for many people (no shame in that, it's a big time investment). It is also somewhat extreme, having some of the more intense and bizarre sexual scenes I have ever written (though for some of you faithful readers, that will be the appeal!). Further I warn you that not every section has incest content, though there is a lot of that in here, as well as other kinds of taboo. The first section was a bit of a slow but now the sections are wall to wall erotica. With that said, I think the whole is greater than the sum of its parts and, if you go back and read the whole thing, you will not be disappointed. Enjoy! 

And please let me know what you think.

Recap: In section one, our hero Ellie (or Lizzie) Abood decided to pledge the same sorority as her older sister Lily. Lily was extremely upset, but Ellie couldn't figure out why. Eventually, the hazing started at the sorority and it had a definite sexual feel. All the pledges, like Ellie, are required to be naked at all times. Further, at the end of the first section, Ellie had a mutual masturbation session with one of the juniors (which she was a bit reluctant about). Last time, things got more intense, as Ellie had a shocking experience with Lily, performed an impromptu sex show for the sorority, and heard two very sexy stories from her roommate Lori. At the end of the section, Ellie and Lori (as well as the other freshman girls) were directed to make an erotic movie in a public place. If you want more, read the story. 

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Chapter 5: Pledge Week Day 5 - Second Group Meeting

The next day was one of the strangest of my entire life. I won't get bogged down in the details (trust me, anything you want to know I will explain later). I went to class, I worked on my "homework" with Lori, and then I went back to the house. I know that sounds mundane. But trust me, it was absolutely not. I don't want to get into it right now, trust me, everything will become clear in time.

Anyway, around six-thirty an announcement was made that everyone was supposed to go to the dining room. Everything appeared just as it always did: a naked group of freshman girls in the middle of the room, a circle of older girls wearing their clothes, and a sense of ritual and arousal. But there were two differences. In the front of the room where Heather, Carrie, and my sister stood there was a computer and a projector sitting on top of a small table and, on the opposite side of the room, there was a screen.

As I was looking at the projector, my eyes sort of caught my sister's. I felt a little bit nervous about putting my "movie" up on the screen. I mean, I knew that my sister had seen me eating out Adrianna. Hell, she had eaten my asshole! But that didn't make any of this feel normal. Actually, I think what made me feel the weirdest was how little I'd thought about her since talking to Lori the previous morning. Even when she watched me with Adrianna, I wasn't really thinking too closely about her. It seemed like the deeper I got into the sorority, the more alienated I became from her. I wondered if my childish attempt to hone in on her sorority would be the thing that finally broke our bond. What if watching this video, seeing me in this way as exposed and adult as possible would break the very last bond connecting us. We would be in the sorority together, but as adult strangers, not sisters.

"Alright pledges," Heather said, breaking me out of my thoughts, "Welcome to movie night!" There was a lot of whooping and cheering from the surrounding girls. I felt butterflies rising up in my stomach. 

"Everyone please had your memory cards to me," Carrie said. Lori had our camera and she quickly pushed out the memory card and handed it to the Vice President. The other girls followed suit. Carrie put them all in a hat and set them down next to the projector.

"Alright everyone. Our pledges this year have produced five (presumably short) films for our entertainment. Lily and Carrie will be walking around to hand out popcorn shortly. There are a few rules. Everyone must sit during the movie. Do not talk so loud that others cannot hear the movie. No mocking of the "actors" in any way. Most importantly, enjoy the movie. When screening is complete, these movies will be placed in the vault with all of our other films," Heather explained.

The more she talked, the more nervous I became. The previous night I had still be in the glow of my actions with Adrianna, still feeling (however strangely) that I was starting to belong here. Most of the day had been taken up with completing my homework with Lori. I had known while I was doing it that my actions were not normal and that, except for the pressure from the sorority, I would not be doing it. But I was also high on my own adrenaline; slightly excited and nervous that we wouldn't get it done. Now, I was exhausted and people were about to see...what I'd done. The absurdity of the whole situation was falling on my back and a big part of me wanted to run up, grab my memory stick, and run out of the house (naked if necessary) and never come back. Maybe my sister would love me again if I did. But Heather cut off my consideration.

"Any questions?" Heather asked.

"Uh, yeah," Lori said cautiously, "Is there going to be voting or anything? Is there a best picture awarded?" Heather smiled brightly. 

I then remembered the other concern that I had. I looked at the girl with whom I had made my video and couldn't help but grin. It had been so unreal that day while we were...producing our movie. Lori and I had had some intimate moments. But not in any sort of overtly sexual way. And then we'd just been ordered to make a video. We had done what we had to do because we were ordered to that day. We had just acquiesced, we'd...had fun. There was more to what happened than just fulfilling our tasks. 

I didn't know how I felt about Lori anymore. We had both felt ourselves growing closer in just a short period of time. My emotions for her felt so strong, so bonded. Even hearing her ask that question to Heather had made my heart beat faster. I didn't think that I had a romantic feeling for her, but I had some sort of attachment to her that went beyond being her roommate. Was it some kind of intense platonic love? What did that mean? 

I know this makes no sense; I need to get into the details. There was so much sort of up in the air at that point. Part of me just wanted to sit back, ignore my confusing feelings, and just see what happened in the movies. I tried my best to do that.

"I had almost forgotten, thank you pledge," she said, "Yes there will be a vote at the end and a winner selected for the film. Only the upper class girls will be voting. We will select on the overall quality of the film with a heavy focus on originality." Despite my nerves, I had a relatively reasonable question.

"Is there a prize?" I asked. Heather looked over towards me, still smiling.

"Oh yes," she said, but nothing else on the issue, "Now, if there are no further questions, I will commence the viewing of the films." She looked around for further comment but got nothing. So the upper class girls sat down against the wall, and turned to look at the screen. The freshman (including me) took the hint and sat down. I heard Heather's hand rattling around in the hat full of memory cards. She was picking the videos at random. 

Finally she selected one. I heard her loading it into her computer. There was no marking on any of the cards, so there was no way for her to announce who was coming first. All of the freshman girls sat in nervous anticipation. All of us wanted to get "our turns" over with but we were also desperate not to have it happen. I also suspected we all wanted the other girls in the sorority to see what we'd made. The sorority was a strange place, where what would normally feel wrong or uncomfortable could be made heroic or simple. Nonetheless, I let out a sigh of relief as the first video started. It wasn't me.

There was a title card (Lori and I had decided to have a cold open before the title card, so I knew already). It said "Allaya and Jacqueline present: Snack Time!" Everyone cheered. The tension in the room built to a fever pitch. I have to admit, I couldn't wait to see what happened next.

The title card faded and suddenly Allaya and Jacqueline were standing next to one another on the screen. Allaya was a 5'9 African-American girl with medium length black hair, big brown eyes (behind glasses) and a warm face. She always seemed to be smiling, and that was apparent in the video as well. She had a lithe body, with long thin limbs, small perky breasts, and a flat stomach. In the video she was wearing a white blouse and a long gray skirt, looking sort of like a school marm. 

Jacqueline was shorter than her co-star, around 5'4 and was ethereally pale white girl with platinum blonde hair and deep blue eyes. She looked frail, but had a boisterous personality. Her body was compact and thin, making her look younger than her 19-years. In the video she was also wearing a white blouse, though hers was tighter. Further, she was wearing a very short plaid skirt, like a schoolgirl's uniform.

The two girls were standing next to a vending machine and I recognized that they were in the basement of the science building. The cafeteria located there was closed (so I figured this had been shot the night before) and the camera must've been sitting on a counter, facing the girls. No one else was around and it sounded incredibly quiet.

"I'll give you anything you want, just ask," Allaya said, her voice clearly indicating that she understood she was saying something that could be taken two ways. Jacqueline put her thumb in between her teeth and bit it slightly. Her hair was in pigtails and they she sort of swayed back and forth and she thought, allowing her hair to bounce side to side.

"B-9" Jacqueline said finally. Allaya nodded and then put some money into the machine. It was impossible to see what she was selecting, but the machine was audible. After something had fallen, Allaya bent down and picked up the purchased item. She stood up, and opened the package. Out of the plastic sleeve, she slipped out a pink and orange Popsicle. It was about six inches long and was shaped like a crayon.

Allaya lasciviously stuck out her tongue and slowly licked from the bottom of the popsicle up to the top. She looked directly into the camera as she did so. When she reached the tip of the popsicle, she titled her head back. She then plunged the popsicle deep into her throat. I'd never seen anything like it, she deep-throated the dessert like she did it every day. Inch by inch the popsicle disappeared into her throat. Soon, even the stick was passing between her lips. Finally, only the very end of the stick, clutched between Allaya's thumb and forefinger were still outside of her mouth. She waited about five seconds and then carefully pulled the full popsicle out of her mouth. Her eyes watered slightly and the popsicle glistened with her saliva, but it was none the worse for having been down her throat. 

As though she were bored, Allaya took the popsicle and handed it over to Jacqueline. Jacqueline had been watching Allaya deep-throat the popsicle with rapt attention. She took the popsicle as though she was excited to have something that had once been in Allaya's throat.

"Thank you Ms. Allaya," she said sweetly. She quickly plunged the popsicle lewdly into her own mouth. Her little pink tongue swirled around on the icy phallus. She then held out her free hand, which Allaya then took in her own. The two girls started to walk away. 

The screen went blank for a moment, and then it came back on. Now we were inside of a classroom in the science building. It was clear that the camera was sitting on the professor's desk in the front of the room facing the door. After a moment, the door opened and Allaya and Jacqueline walked int. Jacqueline had the tip of her popsicle in her mouth. She walked to the middle of the room and stopped. Allaya turned and locked the door before walking over toward Jacqueline. They were in the center of the shot now and Jacqueline pulled the now-dripping popsicle out of her mouth.

"Good students deserve a treat," Allaya said and I realized now that they were doing some sort of teacher-student role play, "But you are such I good student, I think you deserve more than a popsicle."

"Yes Ms. Allaya," Jacqueline responded, "What do you have in mind?" Allaya didn't speak, instead she leaned in quickly. I felt my heart fluttering in the last half-instant before they kissed and I felt light-headed as I watched their lips press together on screen. I looked over at the two performers, now sitting in the middle of the dining room. They were both blushing and not looking at the screen. But I could see Allaya's nipples were hard, and wondered if I would be excited or embarrassed or both when my turn came. I wondered what Lori would be thinking. And Lily. But I didn't want to keep my eyes off the screen for long.

When I looked back I saw that Allaya and Jacqueline were kissing passionately. They were standing ten feet away from the camera but I could still see their tongues moving in and out of one another's mouths. I could almost taste Jacqueline's sweet, cold tongue dripping with the juices from her popsicle.

While they kissed, Allaya's hands were not idle. Her eyes were closed and her neck was bent down to reach her roommate's lips, but her fingers moved as if they had eyes of their own. They were quickly working from the top of Jacqueline's shirt down to the bottom. In a few moments, she had completely opened Jacqueline's blouse and then slid the arms back over her shoulder. The blouse slipped to the ground (Jacqueline was careful to point the popsicle down so that it slipped though the arm hole).

I had seen Jacqueline naked every day for the last week. She had a cute little body and I admired it. But there was something incredibly sexy about watching her get disrobed while Allaya kissed her. Jacqueline was not wearing a bra under her tight blouse her pink nipples were now exposed. She made a little distance between herself and Allaya and then rubbed the cold popsicle against one of her nipples and then the other. It was not clear from the distance whether the pink liquid from the popsicle rubbed off on her skin, but her nipples clearly grew hard. 

Allaya broke their kiss now and bent over further. She carefully took Jacqueline's breast in her hand, lifting the nipple upwards. She then popped Jacqueline's hard, sweet nipple into her mouth. I could almost see her tongue swirling around on it. Jacqueline arched her back into her lover's face and moaned gently. She put the popsicle back into her mouth and watched as Allaya sucked all of the sugary liquid off of her breast. Once the first one was cleaned, Allaya quickly moved to the other. Jacqueline groaned loudly, clearly enjoying Allaya's action. But, after a short time, she popped her nipple out of Allaya's mouth.

"We're running out of time," she whispered quietly. She looked over at her hand, the popsicle was about ¾ the size it had been at the start of their game and it was dripping down Jacqueline's arm. Allaya looked at it as well and nodded. Jacqueline handed the popsicle back to Allaya. They didn't speak further, instead, Jacqueline turned and walked over toward the professor's desk.

She sat down on top of the desk, her leg almost blocking the shot. She lifted her leg up and then set it on the desk. Now Allaya was framed a la Mrs. Robinson from 'The Graduate' in on the screen. "My mouth isn't the only part of me that wants a treat," Jacqueline said. She was trying to sound sexy, but it rang a little awkward and nervous. However, that in itself was somewhat alluring. Allaya flashed a lupine smile and walked towards the professor's desk.

As she approached, Jacqueline carefully lifted up the camera. Now the video was being shot from her point of view. She watched as Allaya walked over so that she was standing directly in front of the camera. Allaya licked the popsicle once, cleaning the thick drops off of it. Then Allaya got down on her knees in front of Jacqueline. The camera followed her as she knelt. 

We in the audience were now looking down between Jacqueline's pert, sticky breasts. Her legs were still spread and Allaya was essentially between them. With her free hand, Jacqueline hiked her skirt up high on her hips and flipped it over itself. It was clear instantly that she was not wearing any panties. Her pussy was waxed completely bare and her skin looked impossibly white against the deep red gash of the top of her pussy and her hard clitoris. Jacqueline kept the camera rolling on her own pussy.

Allaya leaned forward now. She was so tall that on her knees, she was exactly at face level with Jacqueline's pussy. Her eyes looked upwards with incredible intensity at the exact moment that her lips pressed against Jacqueline's cunt. I almost most moaned just watching. Allaya's puffy pink lips and smooth brown skin contrasting beautifully with Jacqueline's amazingly paleness. 

Allaya kissed around Jacqueline's pussy, planting soft, deep kisses all over Jacqueline's lower lips. Occasionally, her tongue would lash out and splay across Jacqueline's pussy. Jacqueline apparently had a hard time keeping the camera steady and moaned loudly into the microphone. Allaya then started to lap at Jacqueline's pussy, flattening her pink tongue out over Jacqueline's most private area. In a moment, Jacqueline's skin glistened with Allaya's saliva. Then Allaya moved her head away.

I saw Allaya's hand moving slightly out of the side of the screen. Then, a moment later I saw the popsicle between Jacqueline's legs. Allaya looked up at the camera and winked. She then started to rub the very tip of the popsicle gently against Jacqueline's slit. Jacqueline let out a loud moan and jumped a little. I could see the goose bumps immediately appear on her skin.

Allaya moved the popsicle away and then leaned in again. Her tongue stuck out slowly and then carefully ran up the length of Jacqueline's slit. I moaned as she did so.

"Oh so sweet baby," Allaya said. I wondered what the syrupy sweetness of the popsicle's juices tasted like with the salty flavor of Jacqueline's pussy mixed with it. I was less surprised by how excited I was by that idea than I would have been a week earlier. And in the darkness of our little movie theater, I just let my natural desires and thoughts run wild, no thought of what I was supposed to be doing or anything else.

"Oh Christ don't stop!" Jacqueline begged. Luckily, Allaya was a considerate partner. A moment later, the popsicle was once again pressed gently against Jacqueline's cunt. Jacqueline's hand shook as she (through the camera) viewed Allaya playing with the popsicle. It was unclear if it was from pleasure or shivers or both. Once again, Jacqueline moved the popsicle out and licked it carefully. Jacqueline's pussy now had a thin layer of sticky pink liquid on top of it. Her body heat was rapidly melting the ice.

Allaya moved the popsicle back again, but this time she was more direct. She took the melting end of the popsicle and position it against Jacqueline's wet opening. She started to push, just slightly. The very top seemed to disappear inside of Jacqueline's body. Jacqueline groaned. Allaya twirled the popsicle gently, eliciting an even louder response.




Actual Sorority Sisters Pt. 03



"Please, fill me up Ms. Allaya," Jacqueline begged. I felt my cheeks getting hot and my pussy getting wet. This was really hot.

"Only because you are a good girl," Allaya responded. With that she carefully started to press the popsicle harder into Jacqueline's body. From the view of the camera I, and the rest of the sorority, watched as the dripping dessert slowly started to disappear inside of Jacqueline's pussy. I watched as her skin stretched back to let it enter her. I heard her moan and shivering as the cold object penetrated her. I saw Allaya's bright eyes marvel at what she was doing. Inch by inch the popsicle entered Jacqueline's pussy, until the very end entered her, and only the stick was poking out.

"Holy shit!" Allaya said, "That's so hot!" Those of us in the crowd giggled, but we all agreed. Allaya started to twirl the popsicle inside of Jacqueline's body. Jacqueline's panting and moaning was filling up the room now, her nipples looking as hard as though the popsicles were pressing against them.

"Keep spinning, that is incredible!" she moaned and Allaya obliged.

"Oh damn," Allaya said after a few more second, "You are dripping!" It was clear that the popsicle was melting rapidly inside of Jacqueline's body. I couldn't see the liquid pouring out of her, but I watched as Allaya repositioned her head so that her mouth was underneath the stick. I could then hear a wet, slurping sound as Allaya drank up the mix of melted popsicle and Jacqueline's juices. She moaned like it was the most wonderful thing she'd ever tasted and I was incredibly jealous.

After a moment, she turned her head to the side and looked up toward the camera. She smiled and then opened her mouth, exposing her tongue which was coated in popsicle and pussy. I had to resist the urge to moan. It was so hot. But then Allaya was back down between Jacqueline's legs, licking at the popsicle juice.

After a few moments, Allaya pulled the popsicle quickly out of Jacqueline's pussy. Jacqueline let out of a startled grunt. The popsicle was now quite tiny and dripping down Allaya's arm. Allaya quickly handed it up to Jacqueline. Jacqueline turned the camera up towards her face and we watched as she quickly popped it into her mouth. The fruity flavor and her own pussy's taste must've mixed in her mouth and she closed her eyes and moaned. When she pulled the stick back out of her mouth, the popsicle was gone.

But there was barely time to savor the naughtiness of that moment. Jacqueline began to shake and her eyes closed. With halting, jerky movements, she turned the camera back down between her legs. Allaya's mouth was now wrapped around Jacqueline's pussy. I could tell that she was sucking the juices off of Jacqueline's pussy and, at the same time, lapping at Jacqueline's clit.

This seemed to be all that Jacqueline could take. The camera got even jerkier. I could just make out Jacqueline's legs squeezing slightly on Allaya's head. She was moaning loudly into the computer and this noise built to a high pitched squeal. Then, finally, there was a low groan. The camera went still for a moment and then flopped over to the side as Jacqueline lay down panting on top of the desk. For a moment, we were looking at the room sideways and listening to Jacqueline panting. It was clear that Jacqueline had just had an extremely powerful orgasm.

After a moment, the camera was lifted. Allaya was holding it now, turning the lens toward her face. She was smiling broadly and her face was covered in cum and popsicle. 

"Well, I think she got her reward," she said to the audience, "No it's my..." Suddenly there was a knock on the door. Allaya's face went blank and I could see the terror in her eyes.

"Shit," Jacqueline said somewhere off screen. There was another knock.

"Hey come on, unlock it, we reserved this room," A voice called from outside. Suddenly the camera was set down on the table. We could hear Allaya and Jacqueline whispering back and forth, but not exactly what they were saying. There was lots of shuffling. Finally, Jacqueline picked up the camera and then the screen went blank. It came back on with the girl, naked together in their room. They were sitting on a bed and the camera was set somewhere, facing them both.

"Sorry for the abrupt ending," Jacqueline said now and she smiled at the camera.

"We had more planned for you guys, but we were lucky to get out of there with our clothes on," Allaya said.

"And without being caught," Jacqueline added.

"We hoped you all enjoyed the video. Love you all. The End!" Allaya added. Then, finally, the screen went blank.

For a moment there was silence. Then a loud cheer rose up from the group. Everyone was clapping and whistling. I looked over at Allaya and Jacqueline. They were blushing and looking down, but they had sly smiles on their faces like they were happy that everyone enjoyed it. The lights were still off for the movie, but as I looked around I could see that other girls had flushed faces, hardened nipples, and slightly excited breathing. It was clear that the movie had quite an effect.

"Thank you Allaya and Jacqueline for your submission," Heather said as the crowd slowly started to get quiet. "I am glad to you hear that you were not 'caught' during the creation of your film. I thought that it was well filmed and edited up to the end. I liked your use of props and you both looked beautiful. I should note, however, that I was somewhat disappointed that you began some sort of student-teacher story and then let it go without finishing. But overall, I enjoyed it immensely." I wondered if the president always gave her editorial responses to the movies, or if she just felt the need to do it now. But Allaya and Jacqueline looked pretty pleased with the qualified praise.

While she had been speaking, Heather had been taking Allaya and Jacqueline's video out of the computer. I saw her place it in a box. Once again she started rummaging through the other memory sticks without looking. After a few moments, she pulled out and carefully slid it into the computer.

"Oh another one is starting," I heard a girl say. The various conversations about the last movie that had been going on ceased and we all turned towards the screen. Once again I was nervous that I would be on the screen next, but excited that maybe my turn had come. 

Unlike the somewhat slick production values of the initial video, this one started immediately in with a shaky camera and nervous breathing into the microphone. Real Blair Witch stuff. I knew instantly that the video didn't belong to me. Once again I felt relief and disappointment in not having my video chosen. But I settled back in and waited to see what this video would bring.

"Nicole, keep up!" I heard a voice say in the camera. I knew then that it was Nicole and Alisha's video. 

"Quiet!" Nicole hissed back, "I am right behind you." It was hard to see what was going on. Not only was the camera incredibly jerky, but it was also very dark. I could tell that the girls were outside, as I could hear them stepping through branches and leaves. I figured they'd gone out to film the previous night.

They walked for several minutes, occasionally stopping to talk briefly. Those of us sitting in the dining room started to get a little bit anxious, it didn't seem like this video was going anywhere. I even heard Heather sigh loudly once from behind the computer.

Finally, there was an almost blinding flash of light. Then, the view became clearer. I now recognized where the camera was facing: the quad. I could see the primary school buildings and dorms facing in toward the middle of the campus. Alisha and Nicole had been walking through the woods on the western side of campus. Now they were crouching in a bush right along the edge of the lawn. 

Alisha poked the camera out between the bushes briefly, giving a sweeping view of the quad. Then she pulled the camera back through the bushes. She turned back into darkness, walking away from the light. Then she turned once again and set the camera down, facing back toward the quad. Now the whole scene was clear. Alisha and Nicole were sitting inside of a mangy holly bush just off of campus. Light from the buildings and street lamps poured in, illuminating the cavernous opening inside of the bush. The girls were just about ten feet from the lawn and both were in the frame.

Despite the light, it was somewhat difficult to see the girls. They should've brought a flashlight or something. I could make out who they were, but it was a bit of a strain. Nicole was slightly closer to the camera, her long black hair looking particularly dense in the low light. She was wearing a white t-shirt that hugged her slender frame closely, squeezing her small but perky breasts. She was wearing a pair of khaki shorts that barely covered the bottoms of her ass cheeks and a pair of hiking boots with no socks. Alisha had her medium-length brown hair tied back in a ponytail. Pulling the hair away from her face accentuated her extremely large eyes, though it was difficult to make out their brilliant blue color in the dark. Like Nicole, Alisha was wearing a tight t-shirt, hers being a light gray. Her breasts were much larger than her roommates' and her nipples were clearly exposed. She was also wearing shorts, though hers were denim. She was wearing a pair of flip flops.

Alisha and Nicole didn't seem to be concerned about the low light. In fact, they didn't appear to be too concerned about anything other than one another. Almost as soon as they were both on their knees in front of the camera, they began their "show" for us. 

They looked at each other for just a brief second, Nicole smiled anxiously and Alisha winked. Then, they collapsed together. I watched as their lips met. Alisha was a few inches taller, so she sort of leaned down over Nicole as they kissed. In that same instant, I saw Alisha's tongue slip out of her mouth and plunged into her roommates. Their lips still sealed, I saw Alisha's mouth opened wider, taking Nicole's tongue deeply into her mouth. 

At first, they both kept their hands still, both resting them gently on their own thighs. It was pretty clear to me that they were less comfortable than our last stars, maybe a little less willing to jump into the crazy Sapphic escapades of the sorority. Like they were trying to warm up with passionate, but touch-free kissing. Even the kisses seemed a bit jerky at first, somewhat nervous. It made me wonder how much the girls in these videos really wanted to do this, and how much was that they felt trapped in the situation. Or were they like me, and it was kind of both things.

Eventually, they either warmed themselves up, or realized that they had to go anyway. At almost the exact same time their hands rose up off their thighs and found the other's hips. With their eyes closed and their mouths still moving rhythmically, their hands started to get in on the action. It started slowly, With Alisha's hands climbing up and down the side of Nicole's body. She was careful not to touch her roommate's breasts. Instead, she traced the dramatic outline of Nicole's hourglass shape almost up to her arms and then rubbed back down the other side. Nicole began to follow her lead, moving her hands as well, though covering less area. In a few moments, their hands were moving at the same pace as their mouths. They seemed to settle in on the ground, getting more comfortable with their actions.

Alisha moaned slightly, it was hard to tell if she wanted to moan or thought that she should moan, but there it was. This seemed to encourage Nicole. Nicole now lifted up the bottom of Alisha's shirt, exposing her roommate's belly and the tops of her hips. Now her hands moved around on Alisha's soft white skin, even playing with Alisha's bellybutton ring.

Alisha seemed to enjoy the feeling of Nicole playing with her body. So much so, in fact, that she broke the kiss, reached down and grabbed the bottom hem of her now-hiked up t-shirt. In a quick motion, she pulled her t-shirt up high over her head and then tossed it down on the ground under the bush. She was not wearing a bra and her pink, silver-dollar sized nipples were now exposed to the brisk autumn air. 

Nicole stopped for a brief moment and looked at her roommates breasts. Then she slowly started to move Alisha's body. Alisha looked down and watched as Nicole's hands started to climb up her stomach, then she shook a little as Nicole's knuckles grazed the underside of her breast. Nicole moved her hands over Alisha's breasts now. Alisha gasped and closed her eyes. But even as she did so, she arched her back slightly, thrusting her breasts out farther into Nicole's hands.

Nicole seemed to just hold the warm mounds of flesh for a moment, not exactly sure of what to do. But she slowly started to move her hands around on them. She carefully squeezed at Alisha's right breast, feeling the flesh between her fingers. At the same time, her index finger on her other hand began to trace lines around Alisha's left breast, taking special care to tease her roommates nipple. In response, Alisha made a gentle cooing sound. 

After a brief time playing with Alisha's breasts, Nicole seemed to want more. It was clear that the reactions of her body were starting to override her nervousness and her confusion. She was liking the way that it felt to play, and wanted to play more. It was clear just watching her, even in the dark view of the screen, her eyes seemed electric now.

Nicole now leaned forward. She placed her hand on the rounded bottom of Alisha's breast and lifted it slightly. Nicole closed her eyes and opened her mouth. In an instant, Alisha's left nipple popped into Nicole's mouth. I watched as Nicole's cheeks moved slowly and I could tell that her tongue was swirling around on Alisha's tit. Nicole kept one of her hands on Alisha's free breast, paying special care to keep her finger tips pressed gingerly against the nipple. 

For a long while, Nicole just stayed in that position, sucking and playing quietly. Alisha occasionally moaned, but not too loudly (at one point she even looked out through the bush, perhaps afraid someone was walking by). For the most part, Alisha kept her eyes closed, bit her lip, and gently played with Nicole's hair. But after a while she started to feel the effects of Nicole's touch. She started to rock gently on her knees and I could tell that she was getting excited.

After several minutes of feeling Nicole play with her breasts, Alisha seemed ready to do act further. While her nipple was still in Nicole's mouth, Alisha leaned over Nicole's back, grabbing the hem of her roommates t-shirt with both hands. She then leaned back again, bringing the shirt up over Nicole's back. Nicole's small, perky breasts popped out of the bottom of her shirt. Soon the entire shirt was up over Nicole's head and then resting against Alisha's breast. Nicole broke her lip lock on Alisha's nipple, allowing Alisha to throw the shirt to the side. Now both girls were topless.

Nicole seemed a little surprised to be suddenly without a shirt, but Alisha didn't give her time to think, instead she pounced. She put her head down and dove in toward Nicole's small breasts. Nicole, off balance, fell onto her back on the ground. Alisha stayed on top of her, Nicole's nipple now planted in her mouth. Nicole giggled good-naturedly at the situation. She then sighed, fully feeling the effect of Alisha's tongue on her body. She reached and grabbed Alisha's ponytail, using it to push Alisha's face down harder into her nipple.

For a moment, the girls stayed in that position: Nicole on her back, her head craned up so she could looked across her body at her own breasts; Alisha laying against Nicole's body, her tongue working furiously on Nicole's nipple. The skin of Alisha's breasts were pressed firmly against the skin of Nicole's stomach. There was no air between them. It was slightly hard to see them at the angle the video had taken, but they were still largely visible. 

I watched as Alisha's tongue snaked out of her mouth and flicked along Nicole's nipple. In reaction, Nicole moaned and let her head rest back on the ground. She pumped her hips slightly against Alisha's body as she did so. It was clear that she was signally she wanted something more than just teasing. Alisha took the hint.

While keep her tongue on her roommate's nipple, Alisha moved her right hand down across Nicole's breast and then down her hip. Alisha sort of moved to the side now. Her mouth was on Nicole's right nipple and she now laid down on Nicole's right side (the camera was to Nicole's left). Her breasts were now against Nicole's side. With her right hand, Alisha reached between Nicole's legs and unbuttoned her khakis (I could hear an audible buzz in the room when this happened). While still sucking on Nicole's breast, Alisha unzipped Nicole's pants. Nicole started to really rock her hips in the air now, desperate for relief. 

The tips of Alisha's fingers now slipped through the waistband of Nicole's panties. You could instantly tell when Alisha's hands slipped past Nicole's belly and across her clit. It was like Nicole was electrocuted. She sucked in breath quickly, arched her back and then let out a low moan. In fact she was so loud that Alisha moved her left hand up and covered the other girl's mouth. But she kept her mouth on Nicole's breast.

I could see Alisha's hands moving rhythmically inside of Nicole's pants. She was moving in slow, careful motions and I could tell that she was moving her tongue at the same rate. Nicole's eyes were closed now, and she was not moving, just rigidly staring up at the sky. Suddenly there as a slight rustling sound. I watched as Alisha went completely still, even her hand on Nicole's pussy falling limp. Nicole moved her head like she was annoyed, then she froze to. In a moment, a person walked by on the path just beyond the edge of the branches. Panic showed on both girls' faces. Then, the person moved on, never noticing.

A minute or two after the person passed, Alisha placed her lips back on her lover's breasts and her hand once again got to work between Nicole's legs. Those of us watching in the dining room cheered. They'd almost been caught, but they were still going!

Perhaps it was just that voyeuristic excitement that that pushed Nicole over the edge. Just a minute or so after Alisha returned her hands between her legs, Nicole was visibly shaking. She was breathing deeply and her nipple (the one still visible) stood up pertly on her chest. She started to moan, but had the foresight to grab Alisha's free hand and press it over her mouth. Alisha giggled, but kept the pressure on Nicole's clit. Nicole's shaking became more pronounced and I could hear her muffled moan through Alisha's hand. It was clear she was having an amazing orgasm. Her eyes closed and her face flushed beautifully. Finally, her whole body went limp and she collapsed back onto the ground, panting.

While she was recovering, Alisha stood up and quickly unbuttoned her denim shorts. She shifted them off of her hips and it was apparent that she wasn't wearing any panties. She moved so that she was standing directly in front of the camera. I could see that she had a narrow strip of well-kempt dark pubic hair and thin pink lips. Then she quickly dropped down onto the ground. In a half second she was laying on her back. Her hair was splayed out across the pine needles on the ground and her breasts were spread across her body. She was lying with her knees bent and her legs spread completely apart. From where she was lying, her small pussy was barely visible at the bottom of the screen. But I could see that she was wide open now and could tell, even in the poor light, that she was soaking wet.

By the time Alisha got in position, Nicole had basically stirred herself. There were some leaves in her hair and she looked a little dazed. Those of us watching giggled a little. I looked over at her in the dining room and saw her blushing and smiling. Back on the screen I saw Nicole lean in and whisper something inaudible to Alisha. Alisha giggled slightly and then whispered back.




Actual Sorority Sisters Pt. 03



With that signal, Nicole leaned forward once and gave Alisha a quick kiss on the lips. Then she got on her knees so that she was kneeling right next to Alisha's thighs, facing the camera. Her breasts jiggled slightly as she got into position. Nicole was on Alisha's right side. After looking into the camera for a moment, Nicole reached back with her right hand. Alisha found it and grabbed it in her own. She quickly guided Nicole's index finger into her mouth. Alisha closed her eyes and sucked on Nicole's finger like it was the most amazing thing she'd ever tasted. She even moaned while she did it. Nicole seemed surprised and a little excited by her roommate's reaction.

After the finger was extremely wet, Nicole slid it out of Alisha's mouth. She then started to walk her fingers down Alisha's body. Nicole started at Alisha's chin, walked down her neck, between her breasts, over her stomach and then down between her legs. As her fingers on her right hand moved over Alisha's pubic mound, Nicole's left hand dropped from her side and landed on Alisha's breast. Just as her finger started to press up against Alisha's slit, Nicole started to pinch and tease Alisha's right nipple. 

Alisha groaned loudly. It was unclear if this was because Nicole had squeezed her breast lovingly in her hand or because Nicole had found her wet clit with her index finger. Nicole was biting her lip and looking down in between Alisha's legs as she worked. Her hands seemed to move together, one carefully and expertly manipulating Alisha's breast, the other circling slowly around her clit. 

Alisha's moans became slightly louder and Nicole whispered something to her. Now Nicole moved her right hand so that her thumb was circling on Alisha's clit while her now dripping-wet index finger began to slid up and down on Alisha's slit. Once again, Alisha's moaning started to get even louder. Once again, Nicole whispered to her and Alisha quieted.

Now Nicole began to apply a little pressure. From our vantage point in the dining room, the girls of the sorority watched as Nicole's index finger slid into Alisha's pussy. Alisha gasped. Nicole started to move her finger rhythmically inside of Nicole's pussy. Her thumb still swirled around Alisha's clit and her hand still grasped Alisha's nipple. Alisha's legs shook as Nicole played with her body. Her nipples were hardened little stones. Nicole's hands moved minimally, but deftly, touching all of Alisha's most sensitive spots.

Finally Alisha's shaking became even more uncontrolled. Her low gasp started to build into a loud moan. Nicole whispered to her again, but Alisha couldn't hear. Her pussy was soaking and her body was trembling uncontrollably. She was clearly on the edge of an orgasm. Nicole looked nervous, but didn't stop playing with Alisha's pussy. In desperation, Nicole's hand shot off of Alisha's breast and she closed her palm down on top of Alisha's mouth. Alisha's moans were instantly muffled. But Nicole kept manipulating Alisha's cunt, even as she tried to control her roommate's reaction. There was a low growling sound in Alisha's throat, her body went entirely rigid as Nicole continued to play with her. Finally, Alisha collapsed onto the ground, panting. 

While Alisha composed herself, Nicole quickly slipped her finger out of Alisha's cunt and her hand off of Alisha's mouth. Nicole looked at her soaked finger for a minute, looked up at the camera, and then slipped the digit into her mouth. She moaned slightly and closed her eyes. Once she'd cleaned all of Alisha's juices off her finger, she got up quickly, walked over to the camera, and switched it off.

Once again there was a moment of silence followed by cheers for the girls. Both Nicole and Alisha blushed as we clapped and whistled for them. The reaction was slightly more tempered than for the first video. I didn't know if it was because it was not the first or if, as I suspected, it was because it wasn't as much fun as Jacqueline and Allaya's movie. But we still made them feel loved and they giggled and told us to stop.

Regardless of whether the movie was less of a hit than the first, as the cheers died down I could tell that the sexual energy in the room had not slackened. In fact, it seemed even more intense than before. The entire room felt absolutely sticky. Everyone's cheeks were absolutely flushed. The freshman girls were clearly aroused with nipples hardened and the area between their legs glistening (from what I could see). The older girls were just as aroused, if less obvious. Some had visible nipples through their shirts, others were simply shifting uncomfortably in their seats. Some were looking at the girls that they liked with almost animal desire. Things were definitely being stirred.

"Thank you Nicole and Alisha for your submission," Heather said. Her cheeks were red and she was breathing shallowly. It seemed even our somewhat icy president was feeling the effects of the video, "It was a fine video, if a little bit slow to get started. You both looked very pretty and got the guerilla video look right. It was, I must admit, a little mundane. We seem to get one of these 'in the woods near the quad' videos every year." As she said this, Heather looked over at Carrie. Carrie rolled her eyes but smiled slightly. I gathered that Carrie had made a video like this her freshman year. "So it was a good video, but nothing ground breaking." She said. Nicole and Alisha both looked more than a little hurt. They had been fully exposed there, anything less than complete praise must've felt crushing. It almost looked like Nicole might cry.

"But, even given that it has been done before, this was really well done. I think you can see from the affect that you had on everyone here that the sorority really enjoyed it," I heard my sister say. It was clear that she had seen the girls flailing and thrown them a lifeline. Heather shot her a nasty glare (she wasn't supposed to talk). But Alisha and Nicole looked at her with evident relief. The fact that the other girls (with their tell-tale signs of arousal) were nodding and agreeing with Lily seemed to put things in perspective. 

I was a little shocked that my sister had stepped in. Of course, it was a nice thing to do and fit with her personality, but it got me wondering if she would've done the same for me. Would she have stood up to Heather if I was the one being picked on? If I was the one feeling exposed? Or would she pile on? I didn't think that I really wanted to know the answer to that question. If I was looking for sisterly support, I'd have to look to my new sisters.

"Anyway," Heather said, and the group's attention returned to her. She put her hand into the box with the memory sticks. It seemed that she was ready to be over with people questioning her assessments. In a moment, the memory stick was inside of the computer and a video started to project. I felt my heart jump up into my throat, anticipating what would happen next.

Almost instantly I was disabused of any notion that this video would be mine. The scene opened on a public restroom. It looked vaguely familiar to me at first. Then I realized it was the bathroom of a restaurant I'd eaten at once during my first week of school. It was a relatively nice place to eat, I remember it being clean and relatively calm because they didn't serve alcohol. The camera was sitting on the edge of one of the sinks, looking at the four bathroom stalls. 

Suddenly some words appeared on the screen: "Jenna and Kristen Present - Purging and Binging: A Sorority Story." I didn't really know what to make of the title, but didn't really have time. As soon as I finished reading it, the title card disappeared. I heard a door open behind the camera and two girls walked in. Jenna was sitting right next to me and I turned and looked at her. She saw me looking, shrugged a little with a wry smile, and then looked back at the screen.

"Ugh, why did you drag me to this place?" One of the girls asked, I saw that it was Jenna, acting extremely put upon, "You know I can't eat, I am on an all-liquid cleanse and this place doesn't even serve alcohol! And I don't have to go to the bathroom, why did I have to come?" Everyone in the crowd giggled. It was well known that Jenna was planning on being a nutritionist and that she believed that both cleanses and alcohol were inherently suspect. 

"Trust me, you are not going to regret this," Kristen said, rolling her eyes. Then both girls walked across the bathroom. Kristen was in the lead as they walked toward one of the middle stalls. She was a tall, slender black girl. She was about 5'10 and incredibly thin. Her breasts were barely visible even though she was wearing a skin tight black shirt. Her nipples, however, were clearly poking through the shear fabric. She was wearing a short red mini-skirt and black high heels. Her bare, dark brown legs looked absolutely magnificent as she strutted across the room, her round ass held high in the air. She looked back once over her shoulder at Jenna. Kristen's long braided hair cascaded over her shoulders and her bright white teeth shone in an open smile. She was stunningly gorgeous.

Jenna followed after her, appearing the upper class, white-girl, trust-fund, yoga goddess that she was. She was shorter than Kristen, but still lithe at 5'8 and around 125lbs. Her long, healthy blonde hair hung down way below her shoulder blades. Her green eyes (even with an affected scowl) were the glittery accent to a tanned, aristocratic face. Her body was absolutely insane. She had large, natural C-Cup breasts, expertly supported in an expensive bra. Her stomach was flat, her butt was toned, and her legs were attractively muscled. She looked like the cover of a hip fitness magazine. She was even wearing yoga pants and a sporty tank top.

"After you," Kristen said, opening the last door (the handicapped stall) and looking in.

"What do you mean? You aren't following me in here!" Jenna whined. Kristen rolled her eyes, grabbed Jenna's wrist, and swung the smaller girl into the stall. She then stepped in behind her and closed the door. For a moment, we were left looking at the outsides of the stalls again.

Then, view changed so that we were inside of the stall. The camera was clearly sitting on the back of the bowl, facing towards the door. Kristen was on the left, smiling coyly. She took her purse and hung it on the coat peg inside of the door. Jenna was on the right, her arms crossed in front of her ample chest, pouting.

"Why did you drag me in here with you?" Jenna demanded. She even stamped her foot. We all giggled watching. Kristen shook her head in mock annoyance.

"Be quiet and I will tell you," Kristen said. Jenna reluctantly clammed up, "So, I just heard about this absolutely amazing new cleanse that is supposed to make you lose weight twice as fast as any other method. I wanted to share it with you." Jenna's arms dropped to her side.

"A new one?" she asked, a bit intrigued, but then she grew suspicious, "But you said that cleanses are just eating disorders, I remember you saying that."

"So I was wrong. I read all those websites you sent me. Anyway, I hear that Demi Levato did it," Kristen teased. Jenna's eyes got wide, like this was something important. Then she looked a little disappointed.

"But I am in the middle of a cleanse, I can't change it up!" she moaned. 

"Oh no," Kristen said, "It is a complementary cleanse. You're supposed to do it while you are on another cleanse."

"It doesn't interfere with the 'scrubbing bubbles cleanse?' It really gets out the toxins," she explained. We were all laughing now. They were actually pretty good actresses. We were all wondering what Kristen was going to say next.

"Oh it is perfect for that, Selena Gomez was on the 'scrubbing bubbles cleanse' when she did this one," Kristen said. Jenna squealed loudly and we all laughed louder.

"What's it called?" she asked. Kristen's eyes got shifty and it was clear she was supposed to be making it up.

"It's called the 'purge and binge'," she explained.

"Oh I want to do it, tell me about it!" Jenna begged. Kristen looked at Jenna out of the corner of her eye, like she was considering it, but leaning against it.

"Well..." she started.

"Come on, you said you wanted to show me." Jenna said, clasping her hands in front of her breasts and jumping up and down.

"Oh fine, but only if you absolutely promise to do whatever I say, trust me I know all about it," Kristen said.

"Deal!" Jenna said, almost before Kristen was done. They stood in silence for a moment, Jenna looking like a ball of excitement, "So why did you have to show me here?" she asked after a moment. Kristen didn't speak. Instead, she quickly grabbed the bottom hem of her t-shirt and ripped the shirt up over her head. She was not wearing a bra and her small, perky breasts looked just right on her slim body. Jenna's eyes bulged out of her head.

"What the hell are you doing?" Jenna asked. Kristen didn't respond. Instead, she reached behind her back and unzipped her miniskirt. As soon as it was loosened, the skirt slid down Kristen's hips and pooled on the floor beneath her feet. Kristen wasn't wearing any panties and she now stood completely naked in the bathroom, save for her heels. Her legs looked ever longer when bare and they rose up from her calves (her feet were not visible in the shot) all the way up to a patch of short pubic hair above a dark red pussy.

"There we go," Kristen said, now that she was naked.

"Do you know what a cleanse is?" Jenna asked, "Why are you naked."

"Keep it down!" Kristen hissed back, rolling her eyes. She looked around the bathroom briefly, even peering under the stall, "Do you want someone to hear you talking?"

"But what is going on?" Jenna whispered back.

"Just get naked," Kristen said. Jenna's jaw dropped and she shook her head.

"No way, I am getting out of here," she said.

"You promised you'd do whatever I said," Kristen responded. Jenna just seemed to ignore her and reached toward the lock on the stall.

"I don't care what I said, I didn't think we were going to do anything weird," Kristen said as she slid the lock out.

"Fine," Kristen said, sounding less concerned all of the sudden, "Go ahead and go. But I am the only person you will know who is going to be able to explain this cleanse. Unless you want to wait three months from now when everyone is already doing it..." Kristen looked at her long fingernails with disinterest. Jenna froze at the door. She looked like she was really struggling. I was really impressed with her acting, I could feel what she was trying to convey. Maybe nutritionist was the wrong field. Oscars were in her future. Or AVN awards.

"Ugh," Jenna said finally, wanting to be the first person on a trend, "But this better be good." Jenna slid the lock back into place. Then, she quickly started to work off her tank top. Next went her cute bra. Her large, tanned breasts were soon on full display, giving her a more voluptuous appearance than Kristen. Her nipples were somewhat large and a very gentle pink. She bent over at the waist and quickly slid off her yoga pants. The crowd in the dining room gave a hearty cheer as her round, toned ass came into view. When she stood back up, she exposed her smooth, waxed pussy with tight pink lips (the same color as her nipples).

"There," she said when she had finished, "Now what?" Once again, Kristen did not answer her. Instead, she turned towards her purse that was hanging on the wall (turning so that her own tight little ass was facing the camera, I noticed). She rummaged inside of the bag for a moment and then pulled something out. She again faced Kristen and it was clear what was in her hand: a large wine glass. She held it up so Jenna could see it.

"Why do you have a wine glass?" Jenna asked.

"It's part of the cleanse," Kristen said, "it's essential for the 'purge' section." 

"What do you do with it?" Jenna said, reaching out toward the glass. Kristen pulled it back. Then Kristen sort of started to lean back against the wall of the stall. She then kind of squatted down slightly. She took the glass in her right hand and moved it underneath of her body, between her legs.

"What are you doing?" Jenna asked, sounding a bit horrified. But in a moment, it was very clear what Kristen was doing. We could all hear the tell-tale sound of water splashing into the wine glass at an intense concentration. Kristen was pissing in the wine glass! I was taken aback.

"Are you..." Jenna started, wide eyed.

"Shhh!" Kristen shot back, sticking up her index finger on her free hand. There was a few more seconds of noise and then Kristen carefully pulled out the glass from between her legs and stood up straight. She held the glass of piss out in front of her. It was a very big glass, maybe 24 ounces. It was about 1/3 full with a very light yellow liquid. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. And I wasn't really sure where it was going. Jaws were on the ground all over the dining room.

"You pissed in a wine glass?" Jenna asked, astonished.

"We are pissing in the wine glass, we are purging our bodies of toxins," Kristen explained. Jenna instantly started to shake her head. Kristen ignored her and got down on her knees in front of Jenna, "Crouch down a little so I can put this under you," Kristen ordered.

"No way, I don't understand why this is happening and it is totally gross," she said.

"This is how the cleanse works. You know how it is, the worse it is the better it works," Kristen explained, "This is bad, so it must be really good." We all giggled at Kristen's ability to really sell it. But the dining room was very tense now; we didn't know what was coming next. Jenna seemed to consider what Kristen was saying.

"And Demi Levato totally did this right?" Jenna asked. Kristen smiled.

"She totally did," Kristen said. Then, at the bottom of the screen it flashed, "Demi Levato did not perform this cleanse...probably." We all giggled.

"Okay," Jenna said. She then squatted down slightly. Kristen carefully held her arm out between Jenna's legs, holding the cup just below her pussy. There was a pause for a minute and then we heard a tinkling sound as Jenna's piss started to splash against the inside of the wine glass. Jenna let out a gentle sigh. From the angle the shot was taken I could even see a bit of the stream, a very dark yellow, pouring out of Jenna's body. After a few seconds, she was done. 

Kristen pulled the glass out from between Jenna's legs and held it up. Jenna stopped crouching and Kristen stood back up. The glass was not a little more than half full and was darker in color, especially on the top. Kristen held the glass up and looked into it.

"So what next?" Jenna asked, looking uncomfortably into the glass. Once again, Kristen didn't answer. Instead, she took her index finger on her free hand and dipped it into the glass. Jenna gasped (and so did most of the people in the dining room, myself included). Kristen began to circle her finger around inside of the glass.

"Have to mix it up," Kristen explained. The color of the piss started to equalize as Kristen's urine mixed with Jenna's.

"This is absolutely disgusting," Jenna said, and I had to agree.

"It is the cleanse, just relax," Kristen said. Finally the piss was all mixed together in the wine glass. Kristen slipped her finger out of the glass, brought to her lips, and slipped it into her mouth! She smiled slightly around her finger and then pulled out again dry. The dining room was stunned into silence. Kristen had tasted piss!

"Oh my God! What did you just do?" Jenna said.

"Hush, someone will hear," Kristen said.

"You put piss in your mouth!" Jenna whispered back. Kristen just sort of shrugged.

"Yeah well, that is part of the cleanse," she explained, "you've already purged the toxins, now you have to binge." She held out the glass in front of her, facing it towards Jenna.




Actual Sorority Sisters Pt. 03



"What?" Jenna asked in a flat voice.

"Your body is so full of toxins from eating processed foods you see, that your kidneys can't even filter it all out the first time. And your body can't even pull the nutrients out of the food that you eat and drink," Kristen said. We were still shocked, but everyone sort of giggled at this. It was the same sort of Dr. Oz-type nonsense that Jenna mocked regularly.

"Really?" Jenna asked credulously.

"Doesn't it make sense?" she asked.

"I mean, yeah," she said.

"Well think of your kidneys like a dish washer. Sometimes, when things are really dirty, you need it let it go for a second cycle. The second time is when it really gets cleaned. The body is the same way. To get the nutrients from the things you drink, sometimes you need to drink it twice.

"You want me to drink this piss?" Jenna said in complete shock. She took the glass out of Kristen's hand and held it up, looking at the contents.

"Don't think of it as piss, think of it as...ultra-organic, free-range recycled juice," she said and I laughed. This was absurd. But I also started to think about what was going to happen. Was Jenna going to drink her own, not to mention Kristen's, piss? What would I think if she did? Why did I, even if I had no interest in doing the same, feel a little bit excited about seeing her do it? It was the starkest example yet of the stunning depths of sexual depravity I had inside of me that I had repressed until joining the sorority. I was not the girl who had left for college just a few months before. Or maybe that wasn't right, maybe I had been, but only now was I allowing myself to grow into that person. I was unnerved, but I couldn't take my eyes off of the screen.

"What does it taste like?" Jenna asked, clearly warming to this possibility.

"I like it," Kristen replied, but then she moved for the kills, "And I hear that its now Selena Gomez's favorite drink." Once again, a message flashed on the screen, "Selena Gomez does not drink, or enjoy, piss...probably." We were all too on edge to laugh at the disclaimer this time. Something was about to reach a head.

"Selena Gomez, right?" Jenna asked as she held the glass in her hand. She swirled it once, watching the liquid move around in it.

"Right," Kristen said, biting her lower lip and spreading her legs slightly. I watched as her hand sort of slid up her hip and across her stomach, rubbing her own skin gently. It was clear that Kristen was excited to see something happen as well.

"What do I do?" Jenna asked and I felt my mouth get dry. This was actually going to happen. I was going to see pretty, healthy Jenna, drinking urine. God, why did that make me wet?

"You just drink it," Kristen said, "Take you time. Take one big gulp to start, then sip on it." Kristen advised. Jenna nodded her head and then looked down at the glass. She was holding it like a chalice, both hands wrapped around the widest part of the glass. She slowly started to lift it up, stopped and paused for a moment, and then started to lift it again. The dining room was absolutely still.

Jenna lifted the cup up against her lips, she seemed to breathe through her nose, smelling what was in the cup. Her nose wrinkled a bit, but she turned the cup up farther. The yellow liquid pushed against her lips. I felt my breath coming shallowly, unable to take my eyes off the screen. The piss was now up over top of Jenna's lips, it was almost touching her nose. 

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Jenna opened her mouth wide. I watched as a large mouthful of piss flowed past her lips. Her mouth closed now and she moved the glass away from her lips. Jenna's cheeks were bulging with hot liquid and I could see her tongue moving around inside. Her eyes were watering a little bit, but she didn't spit it out. In fact, as a few seconds, I saw her throat move. Suddenly her cheeks were no longer bulging. She had swallowed some of the piss! 

I moaned, but I was not the only one. I desperately wanted to touch myself and looked around the room. Everyone looked like they were in the same state (everyone along the same continuum of arousal and disgust, some closer to the former and some close to the latter, but all with at least some of both), but no one was touching themselves. I turned back to the screen.

It seemed that watching Jenna drink piss wasn't just having an effect in the dining room; it was exciting Kristen in the bathroom stall as well. As Jenna started to swish around in her mouth, I saw Kristen's hand start to snake over her own thigh and down between her legs. Jenna now opened her mouth slightly. I could see the frothy piss in her mouth and watched as she played with it with her tongue. This seemed to be unbearable to Kristen. Kristen's index finger now quickly made its way between her own legs. I watched as her fingers started to circle around her clitoris, dipping occasionally into her wet slit to keep lubricated. I was so jealous. As Kristen started to masturbate, Jenna closed her mouth and swallowed down the rest of the piss, opening her mouth wide to show it was empty.

Finally, I realized that I couldn't wait until the end of the movie to find out what was going on. I turned toward Jenna (who was watching herself with a nervous smile) and whispered into her ear, "Is this for real? Did you do this?" She kept looking at the screen for a moment and then turned towards me, looking a bit embarrassed.

"Yeah, it is real. Every bit," she said. I kept waiting for there to be some indication that the piss was fake, that they'd used movie magic. Now I knew that this was not the case. She was clearly telling the truth. I couldn't believe the truth!

"Why? Have you done this before?" I asked, glancing back at the screen to see Jenna licking her lips lasciviously. 

"No, I don't know. I've never done it before. And they said to be shocking. I don't know, it was just the most out-there things I could think of. I figured it would totally shock everyone. And I was always just...curious about it. From the first time I heard about it I just...wondered what it was like. And... well, it just seemed like if there was a place to try things it was here. Everyone seemed so...open about weird stuff here. It seemed safe," she said, blushing. I realized that my questions might've been taken the wrong way. I wasn't trying to judge her. Maybe a month ago I would have, but not now. I didn't know what was right or wrong anymore. I leaned in a little closer.

"Hey, I am just impressed. This is absolutely bonkers. And this is coming from the girl whose sister licked her ass in front of the whole sorority," I said. She looked over at me now, her face blank. Then she smiled broadly and ran her hand through her long hair.

"Yeah, I guess so," she said, "what the hell is going on this week?" All I could do was shrug.

"I don't know, but I missing the movie, and I am a big fan," I said and turned back to the screen. There, Jenna was just finishing savoring her first big gulp of piss. She opened her eyes.

"You're right. That's good. So now I just..." Jenna said and then she saw what the rest of us already knew. Kristen was leaning against the wall of the stall. Her hips were moving rhythmically against her own right hand while her left hand explored her breasts and stomach. She was already panting.

"What are you doing?" Jenna asked, shocked, "What does this have to do with the cleanse..." 

"You ask too many questions," Kristen said. In an instant, Kristen's hand shot off of her breasts and went between Jenna's legs. Jenna let out a high pitched squeal of surprise.

"What..." she started to yell, but by then Kristen's long, thin fingers had found Jenna's clit. Jenna's question melted into a low moan. Jenna's eyes sort of rolled back a little and she leaned back against the other side of the stall. Kristen kept her other hand on her own slit. Now her fingers were moving across both her own pussy and Jenna's. Both her hands were moving at the same speed. I watched as her one of her index fingers slid into her own pussy, massaging her inside. Then her other index finger slipped inside of Jenna. She kept her thumb pressed against Jenna's clitoris.

"Just enjoy your cleanse. And drink your piss. Or I won't make you cum," Kristen said. Jenna suddenly seemed considerably less inquisitive. She nodded jerkily and then gasped once. Then she seemed to remember her glass of piss. He knees wobbled a little bit, but she kept her hand steady. She lifted the glass back to her mouth, she sniffed it again, and then took a little sip. She moaned, savoring the flavor and then swallowed it down.

For a few minutes, Jenna and Kristen settled into a pattern. Kristen's hands fingered both of their pussies while circling her thumb around their clits. Her lips were closed tightly and her eyes were focused on Jenna. For her part, Jenna was bracing herself with her left hand against the stall wall and, with her right hand, she was lifting the wine glass to her mouth. 

Every few moments Jenna would tilt the glass back and the hot piss would slide across her lips, splashed against her teeth, and then pool in her mouth. Jenna would savor the taste of the liquid for a while. She would swish it around in her mouth, or throw her head back and gargle it for a moment, and then she would swallow it down. Drop by drop, the glass started to empty. It disappeared into Jenna's stomach. And, the more she drank, the more she seemed to enjoy it. The gentle grimaces were gone, now she was really smiling. Although, some of that may have come from Kristen's expert touch.

When there was three or four small mouthfuls of piss, Jenna stopped for a moment and just enjoyed Kristen's touch. Kristen noticed that Jenna had stopped. Without moving her hands away from their bodies, Kristen moved closer to Jenna. Jenna knew instinctively what Kristen wanted, and she leaned forward. Their lips met in the middle of the bathroom stall. The kiss was instantly passionate. Their mouths open and their tongues explored one another's mouths. I saw Kristen's tongue digging deep into Jenna's mouth, tasting her teeth, gums, and tongue. She was tasting the piss in Jenna's mouth. Jenna kissed back with equal ardor. Her free hand moved from the bathroom stall and grabbed onto Kristen's small breast, squeezing her small mound of flesh. Kristen moaned, moving her fingers on their pussies faster.

After several minutes of passionate kissing, Jenna abruptly pulled away. Kristen looked a little confused. Jenna smiled and then lifted the glass up to her mouth. She titled her head back and poured the piss into her mouth. Once again her cheeks were bulging with piss. She swished it around in her mouth for a moment. Then she put her chin down. She smiled slightly and the piss poured down her cheeks, over her chin, and down her chest. It cascaded over her nipples and slipped down onto Kristen's hand.

Kristen seemed to sense exactly what Jenna had in mind. As soon as the piss was coating Jenna's body and glistening on Jenna's breast, Kristen leaned in. Her tongue came out and she started licking the piss off of Jenna. Her tongue roved over Jenna's stomach, the underside of her breasts, and across her nipples. As she did so, Jenna's muscles became rigid. She licked her lips and then her body began to shake. She threw her head back and her mouth opened. She made a croaking sound. She tremored powerfully.

Seeing and feeling Jenna orgasm must've done something to Kristen. She latched her lips around Jenna's nipple and her fingers started to move rapidly between her own legs. Kristen rocked her hips with her fingers. She moved her other hand out from between Jenna's legs (eliciting a gasp from Jenna) and then plunged her wet fngers into her mouth. Apparently the taste was enough to send Kristen over the edge. She put her mouth back on Jenna's breast and moaned loudly into her lover's flesh. Her body was now shaking and she actually fell to her knees (the nipple audibly popping from her mouth). Finally, her body went still as well. Both girls leaned back against the stall walls, catching their breath. 

They both looked at one another briefly and then giggled, "So...uh, do you feel cleansed?" Kristen asked and they both laughed.

"Well, I guess I feel a little dirty actually," Jenna said, "But hey, at least I'm not thirsty." Then the screen faded to black.

The room was absolutely silent as the video ended. You could've heard a pin drop. I looked around briefly and saw absolute shock on everyone's face. We had all had an inkling, as the video progressed, that it would end where it did. But believing something would happen and then seeing it was something different. I looked over at Jenna, she looked nervous. Kristen was on the other side of the room, trying to hide her face. I started to clap and even whistled a little bit. Soon, everyone joined. It was the loudest so far, people were just so shocked that they had to let it out. People were talking to one another, asking if anyone had ever seen anything so strange. Jenna looked relieved.

For my part, my body felt absolutely electric. I felt an intimate connection between all of the most sensitive areas. My breathing was shallow, my legs felt weak, and I wondered if I was going to somehow have an orgasm just from what I'd seen. The thoughts I'd had earlier in the week, concerns that I didn't really want to be involved in this sort of thing, no longer registered. This sorority had opened a whole new side of me. I just wondered how deep this went. Would I be willing to do something even worse? Had I already? My thoughts shot to my sister, I looked back at her. Her face was flushed and she was talking excitedly to another senior girl. I knew if she saw me looking, she'd be angry, so I looked back at the screen. Why had I looked at her? What was I thinking about her in my heart of hearts?

"Well ladies," Heather said above the din of the crowd, soon everyone grew quiet, "I have to admit, that might be the most...transgressive video in the history of the sorority. It is not exactly my cup of..." she pause dramatically, letting us fill in the gap, "But you really went for it. A very intense submission. Thank you so much." She said. Everyone cheered again. Everyone seemed to be thinking the same thing - even if you weren't into piss, it was really hot to see two girls who were into it.

"Jenna said if I drank the first drop, she'd drink the rest," Kristen explained and everyone laughed.

"Yeah, but no one made you suck it off my tits, that was all you in the moment," Jenna retorted. The meeting risked breaking down into conversations. Heather quickly popped the new memory stick into the computer. I knew that there was a good chance that this one, finally, would be mine. The other girls noticed that the video was starting, everyone quieted down and looked at the screen.

Suddenly, in very large letters a title card appeared: "Carol and Bethany Present: The Dean's List." The room was now silent. I was a little disappointed. This meant my video would go last. But I thought Bethany and Carol were gorgeous, so I was excited to see what they'd made. The title card disappeared and suddenly we were looking at a sort of selfie shot of Carol and Bethany. They were both wearing all black, it was night and they were standing somewhere on campus.

"Alright girls," Carol whispered into the camera, "For a lot of reasons, things are going to have to be pretty quiet from here on out."

"But we will try make sure you know what's going on," Bethany chimed in. They both smiled into the camera. And then they turned and looked at one another, kissed quickly, and then turned around the camera. It was still incredibly dark, but I could make out what looked like a brick wall covered in ivy and lattice work. That told me it was a campus building, but not much else.

For the next minute or so, the action was incredibly jumbled, even worse than Nicole and Alisha's movie. It actually started to make me feel nauseated. I could occasionally see the wall or some of the ivy, occasionally it looked like the sky. There was constant motion. I could hear panting and crunching noises. A couple of times I heard people whispering. 

Finally, the camera stabilized. I could see the side of a brick wall again, but then the camera panned down. I was shocked to see that the camera was three stories above the ground! I could see someone's legs standing on the lattice work of the building. Then Carol turned the camera towards her face, raised her eyebrows, and stuck out her tongue. They'd climbed up the side of the building. 

From the corner of the screen I saw Bethany fiddling with the corner window. As she did so, Carol turned the camera back down towards the ground. She aimed it a little ways away from the building and focused on a sign that was planted in the yard. It said, "Administration Building - Hours 8:30 a.m. to 5:30 p.m. Mon-Fri. Building monitored by security personnel 24-hours a day. Trespassers WILL be prosecuted." I suddenly recognized exactly where they were. And I was shocked. What were they doing?

"It wasn't locked," I heard Bethany hiss very quietly. Carol turned back again and was facing the now open window. Bethany lifted one leg over the side of the window and then climbed in. Carol quickly followed her. It became a little jumbled again and it was very dark. After a few moments a small light was turned on. It was a desk lamp. It cast a pale illumination around a very large office. It had a desk, a large conference table, and even a bathroom in the corner. 

Bethany was walking across the room on the balls of her feet. She made it over to the entrance to the office, she turned the lock and then turned and gave a thumbs up. Carol then walked the camera around to the front of the desk. She turned and looked at it. I could see the open window right behind the wingback chair. I saw that there was a nameplate on the desk. It said, "Dean Susan Ellsbury". 

I let out a choking noise. They were in the dean's office! The head of the entire school. I could hear the other girls in the room mumbling. This was beyond shocking. This was like...an actual crime or something. But the action on the screen didn't stop, so I shifted back to focusing on the screen. 

Carol set the camera down on the desk. For the next minute or so Carol and Bethany just ran around the room. I could occasionally see one of them skittering around the desk. After a few minutes, I saw them walk over towards the conference table. Then they each set one object onto the table and turned towards the camera. They were both smiling brightly now. I strained to see what they'd set down. After a minute I gathered that the object Carol had brought was a trophy of some sort, an award. It had a square, marble pedestal and a gold, rounded shaft, with a white golf ball on the top. The other object, the one that Bethany had brought, was a paperweight shaped like a civil war-era cannon. 

But even as I was trying to figure out what they were literally bringing to the table, the girls were moving. They were both wearing black sweaters, black jeans, black shoes, and black knit caps. But as soon as they set the objects down on the table they quickly started peeling off their clothes. There was a whirlwind of hats, pants, socks, and bras. In just a few moments, both girls were standing naked in the dean's office.

Now they were no longer svelte black masses, but the girls I'd seen since I'd first started rushing the sorority. It made sense if two girls were going to climb the side of a building, that it would be Bethany and Carol. They were both athletes. Carol had walked on to the tennis squad and Bethany actually had a partial scholarship for gymnastics (I think Mandy was the person who'd convinced her to pledge). Bethany was the taller of the two (though they were both petite). She was about 5'6 and built like you'd expect a tennis player. She had muscular legs, a toned butt, a flat tummy, and a chest that was slightly narrower than her hips. She had pale white skin, blue eyes, and long black hair. She had extremely delicate, pixie-like facial features that made her seem more innocent than she actually was. Her nipples were small and pink and her pink pussy was topped with a fine growth of dark hair.




Actual Sorority Sisters Pt. 03



Bethany was very small, around 4'11 and tightly built. She had relatively thick legs, given her overall size, but they looked good on her. Her hips were somewhat narrow and she had very small, but pert, breasts. She had a delicately hourglass shape, different from the sort of V-shaped figure that many elite gymnasts have. Her nipples were slightly larger than Carol's and darker in color. Her tight pussy lips were also darker than her roommates'. Her skin was a tanned white color that looked natural. She had medium length brown hair and big, dreamy brown eyes. It was hard to say which of the girls looked prettier, naked in the dean's office.

When they were both completely naked, and without speaking, they turned towards one another. They both made a fist in front of their chests. They shook their fists slowly, three times, in unison. The then opened their hands. Carol made a scissor symbol, Bethany made a paper symbol. Carol had won. Bethany winced but then smiled. Carol jumped up onto the table. She sat down on the edge of the chair with her legs dangling down over the side. She spread her legs wide and I could easily see her spread pussy. She was already wet, I don't know if it was from excitement or if she had lubed up beforehand knowing that they'd have to work quickly.

Regardless, once she was in place, Bethany walked over to the table and picked up the trophy that Carol had brought earlier. Bethany dropped down onto her knees between Carol's legs. She was a little bit to the side, so we could still see between Carol's legs. Bethany looked up at Carol and winked. Carol smiled, put the tip of her pinky finger into her mouth, and bit down on it coyly. Bethany took the trophy and lifted it up to her mouth. She quickly popped the round, golf-ball top into her mouth. She rolled it around in her mouth while she rubbed her free hand along the inside of Carol's thigh.

Finally, she pulled the trophy out of her mouth. It was dripping with saliva and it was clear she had been lubing it up. She moved the rounded tip of the trophy between Carol's legs. Bethany looked up at Carol with her eyebrows raised. Carol looked down and nodded solemnly. Bethany smiled and carefully pressed the top against Carol's wet slit. She started to apply a slight amount of pressure. I watched as the top of the trophy pressed into Carol's pussy and, in a quick motion, slipped right inside of her. I saw her eyes close and she let out a low moan. But she quickly bit her knuckle, stifling any sound.

Bethany wasn't done. The cylindrical shape of the trophy was absolutely perfect for the task and, as Carol tried to control her moans, Bethany carefully started to slide the 7-inch trophy (what was it a fifth place trophy or something?) deeper and deeper into Carol's body. Now Carol had the palm of her hand pressed hard against her mouth. With her free hand she was gently massaging her breast. It seemed that this was keeping her slightly calm. After a few moments of careful work, the marble base of the trophy was pressed up against Carol's skin. She opened her eyes looked down and mouthed, "oh my god!" Bethany smiled.

Then Bethany really got to work. She kept her free hand carefully rubbing Carol's thigh. But with her right hand, she slowly twisted the trophy and pulled it out until just the golf-ball was still inside of Carol's body. Then, while twisting it more, Bethany inserted the trophy back into Carol's pussy. Bethany started to work in a steady rhythm, sliding the phallic trophy in and out of Carol's tight cunt. I could see Carol's juices dripping out of her body and onto the floor of the office. Carol was writhing on top of the table, keeping her left hand over her mouth. Her right hand moved off of her breast and grabbed the edge of the table, trying to control herself.

For a long while, Bethany just stayed absolutely focused on sliding the make-shift dildo in and out of Carol's body. Carol seemed to be focused on keeping quiet. Judging by the way the big trophy was stretching out her cunt, I was amazed that she was able to do so. After a long while, it seemed that Carol was having a hard time preventing noise. Bethany clearly wanted to put Carol out of her "misery." Bethany's free hand snaked down across Carol's thigh and down between her legs. Bethany rolled her finger across the trophy briefly, coating it in Carol's juices. Then, when it was lubed up, Bethany's index finger quickly found Carol's hard clit. I heard Carol let out a muffled groan.

Now Bethany was working twice as hard. She was still sliding the dildo in and out of Carol's body and, at the same time, her finger was flying around Carol's clit. Carol was writhing wildly on the table, and groaning through her hand. She almost slammed her fist down on the table, realized what she was doing, and just squeezed it tighter. Finally, I heard a high sound from Carol's throat. Carol's body started shaking more rapidly and her eyes closed tightly. Bethany held the trophy still in Carol's cunt, but kept her finger moving on her roommate's clit. Finally, Carol's body went entirely rigid. She held in place for a few seconds and then collapse, exhausted, onto the table. Carol brushed Bethany's finger away from her clit, it was too sensitive. Bethany smiled and then slid the trophy out of Carol's pussy.

Bethany stood up now and set the trophy back on the table. But then she picked it back up as a second thought, turned back and looked at the camera, and gave the trophy a quick kiss on the top. Her lips then glistened with Carol's juices. She set the trophy back down. Bethany gave Carol a few seconds to catch her breath. I watched as Carol's breasts rose and fell in jerky motions as she gathered herself. 

After a few seconds (but less than it would take for me to recover), Carol seemed to be back amongst the living. She slowly sat up on the edge of the table. She took her finger and hooked it at Bethany. Bethany walked forward between Carol's legs. Their breasts pressed together as they looked into each other's eyes. Then they kissed gently. Eventually, their kiss broke. Bethany took a step back and then Carol jumped off of the table.

The two women sort of circled one another and then Bethany quickly jumped up onto the table. She sat down just like Carol had done, with her legs spread. Her pussy looked extremely wet and quite tight. Carol looked around on the table, found the little cannon paperweight, and then got on her knees in front of Bethany. She looked up at Bethany, waited for the nod that was their signal to go. Bethany complied.

Just as Carol started to press the muzzle of the cannon up against Bethany's pussy there was a sharp sound. It was a rattling noise. Both girl's froze. Bethany's eyes were as big as saucers and she put her hands over her breasts. Carol hunkered down by the table. There was the rattling sound again. Someone was trying to open the office door!

"The fucking things locked," A man's voice said outside.

"So what?" another voice, "The dean just locked the door before she left, that means we don't have to check it out." It was clear we were listening to the night watchmen. 

"Yeah well her bathroom is the cleanest in the building," the first voice said.

"Guess you go to use the public bathroom tonight," the second voice said. There was some grumbling and then the sound of footsteps moving away. During the whole exchange, Bethany and Carol remained motionless. They waited a full minute after the security guards had walked away. They both let out deep breaths and smiled nervously. They both looked over at the door and then at each other. Carol shrugged and Bethany nodded. 

Once again, Carol brought the paperweight up between Bethany's legs. Carol's hands were still cupping her own breasts. As Bethany inserted the tip of the cannon into Carol's cunt, Carol started to gently rub her own breasts. The barrel of the cannon was narrow (though it widened as it reached toward the wheels), but Bethany was so small, that it seemed a bit tight getting in. Carol worked the cannon slowly, but smoothly into Bethany's body. In a minute or so, the cannon was as deep as it could go. Bethany smiled and rolled her head back.

For a few moments, Carol tried to twist the barrel of the cannon around inside of Bethany's pussy, the way the trophy had been used on her. However, the wheels were too large, it was impossible. Then she tried to slide the barrel in and out of Carol's pussy, but it was barely long enough. Bethany was giggling. Carol shook her head and then pressed the cannon in as deep as she could.

Then, when the cannon was set, Carol started to lean forward. Bethany looked completely shocked as Carol's head slid between her legs. Then her mouth opened and her eyes rolled back. Carol's mouth was latched around Bethany's clit. I could see the muscles moving in Carol's mouth and she energetically flicked her tongue across Bethany's clit. She kept the cannon buried in Bethany's cunt as she pleasured her roommate orally. 

Bethany must've been pretty close, and the sight (and feel) of Carol's mouth on her clit, seemed to put her over the edge. She moved one hand off of her breast now, and it was her turn to cover her mouth. She used her other hand to run her fingers through Carol's hair. She held onto Carol's hair tightly, but without pulling, as her body started to tremble. She made a strange trilling sound in her throat as she trembled harder and harder on the table. Now she was basically shaking like it was below zero and her eyes were slammed shut. Carol's tongue kept flicking at Bethany's clit faster and faster. Bethany made a shrieking sound and then collapsed, panting and smiling, on the table.

Carol pulled her head away from Bethany's pussy. She turned and smiled at the camera and then wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. She then quickly got up and started to collect her clothes. She quickly threw it back on while Bethany continued to catch her breath. There was no time for cuddling, they had almost gotten away with it and they needed to leave. 

Once she was dressed, Carol was dressed she rushed over to the dean's desk and grabbed the camera. She then rushed back over to the table and grabbed the trophy. She picked the paperweight up off the ground (she'd dropped it) just as Bethany was sitting up. There was a jumbled view of Carol and Bethany kissing once gently, they were moving again. Bethany was quickly getting dressed. At the same time, Carol ran around the room, putting the trophy and the paperweight back where they came from and unlocking the dean's door. (I suddenly had a vision of the dean coming in the next day and noticing a strange scent). By the time she was done, Bethany was completely dressed. 

As Carol turned from locking the door, she showed Bethany sitting in the dean's chair, dressed and smiling. Bethany walked over, and sat down on Carol's lap. Bethany groaned a little and Carol slapped her slightly. Then they both looked into the camera, smiled, waved, and then kissed. As their lips met, the screen went blank.

As soon as the screen went out, the crowd in the dining room went absolutely crazy. There were applauses and whistles. I turned and saw Carol and Bethany smiling and a little surprised by the reaction. But I was cheering as loud as anyone. 

A lot of the excitement seemed to come from the fact that the video was amazing and bold. But some of it was just the building sexual excitement in the room. Their video had been hot and it was the fourth one we'd seen. The room smelled like arousal and perfume. My nipples ached to be touched and my pussy was leaving a pool of water on the floor. I cheered because it was the only release I could have. It took Heather several minutes to quiet everyone down. 

"Carol and Bethany," she said, finally getting the room quiet enough so that her voice could be heard, "that was a really fantastic submission. That was one of the most daring videos I have ever seen. I should be angry at the risk you ran and the laws that you broke. But I can't be. It was too awesome. Some of the sex we've already seen was hotter (not that this wasn't hot), but the excitement was through the roof, thank you." Heather had rendered her verdict. Carol seemed a bit annoyed when she said the sex was less hot, but both filmmakers seemed pretty satisfied with the critique and the crowd's reaction. Heather gave us a few more minutes to talk amongst ourselves. I can't remember the excited thing that I chattered, I just knew that fact that we were all watching this, and all talking openly about it, made me unbearably hot. But finally, the crowd started to settle down.

"One last video," Carrie said. I looked back at the officers and saw my sister looking down at her feet. I wondered if she would watch. Part of me wanted her to see, to see that I could do whatever they threw at me. But part of me wanted her eyes on the floor, where she wouldn't see something so intimate and personal. I looked across the room at Lori. She smiled at me nervously and mouthed "It will be great." I took a little comfort in that, trying to steel myself to my sister's reaction.

"Well the previous four will be tough to top," Heather said, feeding our memory stick into the computer. I suddenly realized that everyone in the room was going to see my video now. No mystery. My mouth was dry and my heart hurt in my chest. I felt almost dizzy. What would people think? What would I think? I had half and impulse to rise from my seat, run to the computer, and shut it down. But I resisted long enough for the video to begin. 

The video opened on a view of the college library. There was no sound and it was clear that we were looking at black and white security camera footage. The view on screen showed the checkout desk. That desk sat in the corner of the first floor of the library, near the exit. The desk had two surfaces, a top surface where people set down books and then, about a foot lower, a surface for the library to work on. The front of the desk went all the way to the floor. It looked like every other library and library desk you've ever seen.

Lori was sitting behind the desk, looking down at some papers. Lori qualified for federal aid in the form of a school job. Three days a week she worked six hours at the library. She's started the first week of school and by the time we made the video, she was allowed to work without assistance. That day had been one of her work days. She was wearing a pair of fake glasses and a tight pink sweater. She was working quietly, her back to the wall and her legs under the lower the desk. As the video started, someone walked up with a book, she smiled and checked him out. He stared at her breasts in the tight sweater as she handed the books back to him. Then the title card rose, "Lori and Ellie Productions Presents: Desk Job." In dining room, I looked over at Lori and she smiled nervously. Now things would get started.

The movie was filmed on movie proportions, 16:9, suddenly the video split in half, two squares. On the left, Lori was looking back down at her desk. On the right, there was a somewhat cramped view of something else entirely. I could see myself, naked on the screen. I was kneeling down with my head cocked to the side. My breasts were exposed. I looked around the dining room and saw everyone staring at my nudity with focus and felt a strong ache between my legs. I looked back to the screen. In the video, I smiled into the camera and waved, then I turned around. No one could see me at the library.

Once I turned, I got down on my knees and crawled away. Now, a crossed pair of legs came into view. They were long and had toned thighs. Lori's legs. She was wearing a straight gray skirt that just covered his knees. I crawled all the way over to her legs and tapped on her knee. Lori carefully uncrossed her legs and spread them. On the left screen, she kept working as though nothing had changed. On the right screen, I moved slightly to the side so that the audience could see up her skirt and at her tight little pussy. I looked over my shoulder and winked into the camera. Everyone giggled, but they were all staring intently at the screen.

"Do it now, no one is nearby" a muffled voice said, on the left screen Lori's mouth moved. I reached my hand up around the side of Lori's body and above the edge of the desk. Now, on the left screen, my hand was visible. This authenticated that what people were seeing on the left was happening at the same time as the right. On the right screen, my ass was in view and I heard some people whisper something. They were talking about my body. They sounded a bit excited and their tone was bawdy. 

On screen, I slowly slunk down below the desk again, moving to the side again so that Lori's pussy was again visible. But in the dining room, I wasn't ready to stand down. The excitement of the night had built to an unbearable level. It was a sensation that had started to become familiar during the course of the week. At some point, my mind just stopped working and my body took over. I was drunk on arousal, I was going to jump at any opportunity for relief. Now my video was pushing me to create the opportunity. 

It had been unbelievably hot to watch all of these girls have sex on video. Their bodies were lovely and the taboo was delicious. But this was something else entirely. This wasn't me looking at other naked girls, this wasn't even watching them have sex, this was other people staring at me. Thirty-nine other girls, who had their eyes pour over my breasts, my nipples, my pussy, my ass, and my face. What would once have been occasion for mortification and embarrassment was something different now, beyond those more reactive emotion. 

I reveled in the fact that these girls were getting wet from looking at me, that they wanted to know what I felt like and what I tasted like. It made me feel sexy, it made me feel adult, and most importantly, it made me feel right. My sexuality (largely easily and unconsciously suppressed for my entire life) finally made sense, this was what my body was for: providing pleasure to myself and my sisters. This realization made it hard to control myself. If anything was holding me back before it was the knowledge that my actual sister was in the room. But even that wasn't enough anymore.

As I watched the screen I carefully moved one of my hands from behind my back and slid it over my thigh. I moved slowly so no one would notice me. My hand moved across my thigh, over my mons pubis, and then settling slowly towards my clitoris. I looked down briefly and my little pearl. It was a hard, pink little nub that strained out against the universe, desperate for touch. I breathed in sharply as my finger grazed my clit. I slid my fingers down farther, to my slit. I gently dipped my fingers into my hot, wet snatch. They came back out, lubed and ready, once again they found my clitoris. I slowly started to circle my fingers around my clit, giving it gentle pressure, as I brought my eyes back up to the screen.

Back in the library, I looked back over my shoulder at the camera were had mounted there. Now there was no question that the view of Lori on the left was occurring at the same time as my view on the right. I raised my eyebrows and stuck out my tongue playfully. Then I turned back towards Lori. I took her chair and swiveled it slightly, that way, she was sort of profiled (at least from the waist down), so that the camera could see her better. 

I placed my hands on Lori's knees, spreading her legs farther. She scooted her chair in some, so that no one walking by would be able to see any part of her legs. I inched forward as well. I was just a couple of inches now from her pussy (I could remember the smell, sharp but lovely, and unique to Lori). On the screen, my eyes closed, and I leaned in, breathing in deeply with my nose.




Actual Sorority Sisters Pt. 04



Dear Reader: You are entering the final part of the longest piece of writing I have ever completed. Finish enjoying it in good health. The novel (and yes, it is an 88,000 word novel) has been split into four sections, this being the fourth section. 

With that said, this book is not for everyone. It will be too long for many people (no shame in that, it's a big time investment). It is also somewhat extreme, having some of the more intense and bizarre sexual scenes I have ever written (though for some of you faithful readers, that will be the appeal!). Further I warn you that not every section has incest content, though there is a lot of that in here, as well as other kinds of taboo. The first section was a bit of a slow, but now the sections are wall to wall erotica. With that said, I think the whole is greater than the sum of its parts and, if you go back and read the whole thing, you will not be disappointed. Enjoy! 

And please let me know what you think.

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Recap: In section one, our hero Ellie (or Lizzie) Abood decided to pledge the same sorority as her older sister Lily. Lily was extremely upset, but Ellie couldn't figure out why. Eventually, the hazing started at the sorority and it had a definite sexual feel. All the pledges, like Ellie, are required to be naked at all times. Further, at the end of the first section, Ellie had a mutual masturbation session with one of the juniors (which she was a bit reluctant about). In the second section, things got more intense, as Ellie had a shocking experience Lily, performed an impromptu sex show for the sorority, and heard two very sexy stories from her roommate Lori. At the end of the second section, Ellie and Lori (as well as the other freshman girls) were directed to make an erotic movie in a public place. The third section entirely covered the viewing of the movies. If you want more, read the story. Now, no more teasing, this is about to get real.

Chapter 6: Pledge Week Day 6 - Time With Lily

"So what do you think is going to happen?" Lori asked me the next morning. We were both getting dressed for Friday classes, having just gotten out of the shower together. The night before, we returned to the room just a few minutes after the meeting. Lori had been holding the two-sided dildo and, as we entered the room, she had raised her eyebrows suggestively, saying that we might as well give it a chance. After all, it wasn't like there was much to be modest about. She said something about how we were going to have fun during the rest of the year. 

I don't know what it as that Lori said, but I instantly started crying. Lori looked completely confused, "Hey Ellie. I am sorry, I didn't mean to say something dumb or make you feel bad. I was just thinking that we have gotten comfortable with each other and have fun together. It's like, while we are here there are like different rules, and we can just have some fun," she said. The more she talked, the faster she spoke, like she was trying to convince me. I was shaking my head the whole time.

"No, that's not it," I managed to choke out.

"Well what is it?" Lori asked.

The only thing I could do was choke out a single word, "Lily." 

All of the tension and uncertainty was too great. I'd spent the whole week pretending in public like Lily's indifference and outright hostility didn't bother me, pretending I didn't notice, and it was just too much. You can ignore something, whether it is your sexuality or your fears, for a certain period of time. But at some point, you have to face reality. That night, when Heather had said we'd have another meeting, I came face to face with my reality. I had come to the realization that my sister and I were going to have a giant fight the next day and it was probably going to end our relationship. And all I could do when faced with this inevitability was cry. I collapsed onto my bed, covering my head with my pillow. 

Lori had instantly figured out what the problem was (she knew more about what was happening with my sister than anyone else) and dropped the dildo, forgotten, onto the floor. Instead, she climbed into my bed with me. Despite the fact that we were both naked, she spooned in behind me. She wrapped her arms all the way around my chest, holding me a tight hug. She made hushing noises into my ear and rocked me gently. She didn't try to talk to me then, she knew that I couldn't speak and that she couldn't make it any better anyway. She just poured out her love to me, tried to make me feel whole. 

In some small way, it helped. I didn't feel better, but somehow I felt...less bad, if that makes sense. Just to feel someone's love. The love of someone I'd slept with at that. Eventually, we fell asleep together, her warm breasts against my back, her soft palms across my bare stomach. Now it was the next morning, my eyes were dry, and I was sort of in a daze. I guess Lori thought that I was finally able to talk about it.

"I don't even know," I said in response to her question, "I am just scared." Lori smiled at me, reach forward and squeezed my hand gently.

"If I learned anything about you yesterday, it's that you are brave," Lori said smiling, I smiled back.

"Thanks," I said, "But I am only brave when my body allows me to be brave. This is about my soul, and I think that I am weak in that respect." My shoulders dropped, I felt crushed. Then I felt Lori's arms wrap around me once again.

"Hey look," she said, pulling back and looking me in the eyes, "This has been a...supremely weird week. When it started, I thought we were friends, but we weren't particularly close. Now I know that I barely knew you then. This place is like...It's a...what are those things that they melt metal in?"

"A crucible," I said.

"Yeah!" she said with animation, "It's a crucible. In a week here, whatever normal barriers people have between then just don't apply. Our separate pieces melt into one. I know you better than I know most of my friends back home. Hell, we made love. And it was good!" she said and laughed.

"Thanks."

"I can't imagine how weird it must have been to do this with your sister here. And to have...well you know what happened. But you came through this. It was harder on you than on anyone else and you never let it bother you. You just kept fighting through. You are brave. You will get through this. And, if your birth sister is too stupid to want you, know that I will be...I am...your sister," Lori said. I felt tears welling in my eyes again.

"Lori..." I started.

"I am sorry if I got all speechy. I was practicing what I was going to say all night," she said, "I needed to be right."

"It was absolutely right," I said, throwing my arms around her. Tears fell now, but less from sadness. Lori held me close and cried as well. All you need to have a sister is love. Even if I lost a sister, I'd made at least one more. After a long while, we collected ourselves, collected our items, and walked to class. 

It was a Friday, which meant that I had two classes. I went to them in a sort of cloud. It would be wrong to say that I was nervous about my even with Lily. It would be wrong to say I was thinking or feeling anything. It was far more complex than that. An endless barrage of emotions, thoughts, and sensations ran through my brain and body. Most of the time, these impulses were contradictory. I felt shame and fear, confusion, and anger. I felt butterflies in my stomach, a light head, and weak. My hair stood on end, my legs sweat, and my mouth felt sandy. I heard lectures without listening, talked without communicating, and thought without content.

The only actual concrete idea I was ever able to isolate, and one which I returned to several times off and on during the day, was a painful uncertainty. I had no idea what the night had in store for me. Perhaps I would be yelling at my sister, maybe we would be in a physical altercation. I thought that maybe I would say things that I didn't mean, maybe she would say things she did. All I knew was that I was afraid that, though neither of us really wanted it, I was going to lose my sister. I had joined the sorority. In the balance, I had gained friends, a place to belong, and a new understanding of my sexuality. And it would cost me my family. It would cost me my sister. The person I was supposed to be closest to in this world. We'd been birthed from the same womb, shared the same DNA, and been loved by the same parents. Was it worth it to lose that? Was gaining my adulthood worth the loss of my childhood?

I returned to the house after my classes, though it felt like I hadn't left. The instant I took my clothes off at the front door, I felt like I had just finished hugging with Lori. The outside world was an abstraction. This was the only concrete place and my heart beat faster as I moved within it. I walked up to my room and absent-mindedly surfed the internet, feeling each moment pass as the time approached for the nightly meeting. I felt fear and anxiety without content. Kardashians, Beyonces, and Paltrows skittered across my screen but did not register. Only the march of time, which I both welcomed and feared. Finally, at the normal time, Lori popped her head into my door.

"Hey, uh, it's time for the meeting," she said. I took a deep breath, looked at myself in the mirror (pretty, but haggard) and headed down the stairs.

The dining room look as it had for the last several nights. The upper class girls standing clothed in a circle, a small opening available so that we freshmen could walk through. The freshmen were more comfortable now in their nudity. They no longer tried to cover themselves, but walked easily into the midst of the circle. There was a nervous energy, but a good-natured kind, in the group as we made our way to the middle. I was the only one filled with dread. At the appointed hour, Heather moved to the front of the room. All of the normal ceremonies were complied with. Finally, the meeting started.

"Good evening ladies," she said, "I trust you all had...fun nights last night." The girls giggled. It seemed everyone had been riled up by movie night. And everyone (except for Lori and I) had figured out some way to relieve the tension.

"It seems they are getting the hang of it," Carrie said, like she was casually talking to Heather, but clearly loud enough for all of us to hear.

"Yes, I think they are figuring out the meaning of sisterhood here at the sorority. Only two days left and they will be ready as full sisters. But there is still work to be done. And the people who know the most about sisterhood still have much to teach. Lori, there is no need for you to come up tonight. It will be a short meeting. Tonight, you freshmen girls will get some time to meet your senior sisters. That means Lori, you will be coming with me. Everyone else, find your Big Sister. And remember the rules."

There didn't seem to be any need for more explanation anymore. Everyone knew the routine by now. The sophomores and the juniors filed out of the room, a little bit bored. They were all probably hoping something showy would happen, like with Adrianna and I. The naked freshmen girls started to search out their senior sisters. Soon, everyone was filing out of the room. In the end, Lily and I were the only ones left.

For a long while we just stood in the room. Lily's lips were pursed and she had her arms crossed in front of her breasts. She was tapping her foot, like she was waiting for me to disappear or something. I stood, feeling more naked than I had in days (less naked than when I'd peeled my clothes off underneath the desk in the library, in fact) wishing that this was all over. Finally, the tension rose to the point that I had to do something.

"So what..." I started.

"Be quiet," Lily said, "And follow me." I felt like I'd been slapped.

"I was just..."

"I said be quiet and follow me, do you not recall all of the fucking rules? I don't want to do this here," Lily said. I closed my mouth and threw up my hands. Lily rolled her eyes and then walked out of the room. I followed behind her. We passed through the living room, wondering if anything would be happening. There were just a group of sophomores watching TV. They turned and looked at me, seeing Lily's angry face, they whispered to one another. I turned away. I continued to follow Lily. We started walking up the stairs and I followed her, my head bowed.

Finally, we arrived outside of Lily's private room. She unlocked the door and stepped inside. I followed behind her, closing the door after me. As I walked in, something hit me in the face. I stepped back, surprised, and hit the door.

"What the fuck?" I said, pulling a piece of fabric off of my face.

"Oh don't be so dramatic, it's a goddamn robe, just put it on," she said. I looked at the thing in my hand, a dark red bathrobe, light but by no means sheer. 

"I am not supposed to wear clothes," I said in a snotty voice. I hadn't known what tone I was going to take when I stepped into the room, I hadn't really had any plan, but Lily's annoying aggression had gotten to me. It looked like we were going to jump right into this. I felt my anger growing, and it felt good. At least this was going to be over with.

'You are supposed to follow orders. I am sick and tired of looking at your ass. It's been all week," she said. I started to slip the robe one, synching it around my stomach.

"That isn't what you said the other night, you pervert," I shot back, knowing it was a low blow but not caring. Lily's eyes got extremely wide and her mouth got extremely narrow.

"You will never, ever talk about that, ever again. Do you understand me?" she demanded.

"What, that you lick my asshole, you freak?" I asked. Lily walked forward, grabbed my arm and sort of launched me onto her bed. I screamed as I lost balance. I landed on my stomach and rolled over so I was sitting down. "Christ!" Lily was standing in front of me now, her face red with anger.

"Do you think that is funny? Do you think that all of this is funny? Is this some sort of game to you? This is my life!" Lily exclaimed.

"Do I look like I am laughing Lily?" I shot back.

"Lizzie..." she started.

"Ellie," I shot back.

"Fine. Bitch, what in the fuck is your problem? Does everything you do in the world have to revolve around you fucking up my life?" she asked. She flopped down, still hot, in her chair. I felt my face getting redder and redder. Why was she making this about her? Didn't she see the irony about making about big deal about everything having to do with me? The contours of this fight were familiar, I knew what was going to happen, but the intensity was far great than anything I'd ever experienced before. 

"God Lily, sorry for existing," I shot back.

"Don't talk like you're in fucking middle school. Don't sass me like I am mom. Just...stop crowding me. Just stop being around me all the damn time. Stop barging in on my private life. How can I..." she looked down at her feet and we both knew what she was thinking, "do whatever I want when you are on top of me all the time?"

"Fuck you Lily, you think you are so fucking mature. Well guess what? I am a real person too with a whole life that is mine. I didn't come here just to annoy you. I am just trying to live my life. Why do you have to make it about your life? Why can't my life just be about me?" I said. 

"Why fucking can't it just be about you? Seriously?" she said, and I was shocked to see there were tears in her eyes, "Why can't you just do things that are for you? Don't make your life a part of mine and I won't bother you. Why couldn't you go to a school that fit your personality instead of mine? Why couldn't you join a sorority that did things that you like instead of things that I like? Why do you have to take the things that are mine and try to make them yours? I just wanted one thing to be mine you bitch!" Lily said, sounding desperate.

"Well you like to breathe air and drink water too, I don't just do those things because you do them. I do it so I don't die. I don't go to school and make friends because you do it. I do those things because I am copying you. Check your fucking ego Lily. You don't get to piss on life and then call it your territory."

"Then why are you fucking girls Lizzie? You aren't a lesbian. You had 10,000 boyfriends in high school. This is who I am. I am...I am a lesbian. This is who I am. You are just...pretending so you can be like me. You are a pathetic loser who has no personality of her own. You just steal my personality. And then you make me feel inauthentic. Because if it is just an act for you, everyone will just believe it is an act for me. You make me fake and I hate it and I hate you." 

The last few words Lily hissed out like they were acid. They burned. She didn't say it like kids say they hate someone. I could feel it. It was real hate. I gasped. It felt like there wasn't enough air in the room. My chest actually hurt. Oh God, my heart was actually breaking. I could feel it tearing apart. I know that sound dramatic, but I felt physical pain. The heat of her hatred swept over me and overwhelmed me. My will to fight was sapped.

"I..." I started to respond. Lily was sitting in her chair, her shoulders rising and falling like she'd just run a marathon, her face contorted in anger, I barely recognized her. She was a stranger, "This is just who I am," was all I could think to say. I was more exposed and naked now that I'd been before I put on the robe. 

"Go away," Lily said looking incredibly tired now, "I can't be near you." At first my legs didn't work, but then I slowly got to my feet. I felt punch drunk and confused. It was like I was concussed. Finally I reached for the door. I turned over my shoulder and looked at Lily. She was staring at the wall, her face blank and slack.

"You know," I said, untying the robe and letting it fall to the ground, "you can tell me to leave your room and I have to. And, if you try hard enough, you could probably find some way to get me kicked out of this sorority. But you can't wish me away from this world. I don't think you've wanted me here from the instant mom and dad brought me back from the hospital. But I am here and I have every right to be here," I said. I opened the door and walked out.

* * * * *

Two minutes later I was lying on my bed crying. Lori was still with Heather doing God knows what. But I was in my room alone now. Completely alone. All of my worst fears, even the ones that I could not completely form in my mind, had come true. Lily had completely dismissed and rejected me. She had done so with a level of hate and permanence that I found almost impossible to believe. It had happened so quickly. We had just suddenly been in a fight and suddenly out of sisterhood in a matter of minutes. I felt sick. My heart still hurt and my body felt weak. For a very long time, I just stayed on my bed crying with complete abandon.

Eventually, I calmed down some and my rational faculties started to return. The hurt was still there, maybe more acute now that I could think, but it was less overwhelming. For a little while I just stewed in my self-pity. Why was this happening to me? But after a while, that seemed childish and unproductive. While the hurt and self-pity was still there, I moved on to something else. Specifically, I tried to figure out how I had reached this point. 

It seemed like from the very beginning, things were destined to end up the way they had. I thought back to when I first started pledge week. It seemed from that moment, the die was cast. Lily had been so angry with me, what did she expect? That I'd just fold because she was angry. How could she respect me if I'd done that? How could I respect myself? 

But the more I thought about it, the more I realized that that was too late to begin to consider this situation. Maybe it was when I decided to pledge the sorority. I could have just joined another one, I thought. But why did that matter? And where did Lily get off banning me from the sorority anyway? It didn't belong to her. And if she didn't want me to do it because of the...unique aspects of the sorority, why wasn't she just up front with me about it? It was like saying "don't think of purple." Saying "don't rush," had been an absolute demand to rush. Gain, what did she expect from me? What else could I do?




Actual Sorority Sisters Pt. 04



But the more I thought of it, the more I realized that this was not the right spot to start on these issues either. It really began when I decided to go to Lily's school. She was right; of course, it didn't really fit my personality. I was more fit for a small, liberal arts school. And I had already figured earlier in the week that I'd only decided to go there because Lily had gone and talked it up. The more I thought of it, the more I realized that this was the original sin of our conflict. Lily was right about that, even if she had been absolutely wrong about everything that came after that. But what was my responsibility here?

The thought of responsibility jarred me out of my ruminations on fault and respect. Responsibility. What responsibility did I have to my relationships with my sister? What responsibilities did I have to my self-respect and to my identity as a person? I thought back to my fight with my sister. She had behaved childishly, I knew that. This was the same sort of fight we'd have as kids. But I wasn't any better. I'd pushed her buttons to start. I had come in expecting something bad and I made it happen. I was responsible. So what was I supposed to do about it? We weren't kids anymore. I certainly couldn't go to Mom and Dad and have them fix it.

About three hours after I had stormed out of Lily's room, I came to a determination. It was fine if Lily didn't want to ever speak to me again. Well actually, no it wasn't, it was the most painful thought I'd ever had. But there wasn't anything I could do with it. Lily could decide to cut me out of her life whether I wanted it or not. But if that was what she wanted to do that, we would do it on my terms. We would do this like adults and be done with it.

I quickly got up from my bed. I dried my face off with my bath towel. I looked at myself in the mirror (no need storming up there if I had snot hanging out of my nose or something). My eyes were a little puffy and my hair was a little out of place. I combed my hair slightly with my hand and then headed out. I moved up the stairwell as fast as possible. I didn't see any other people as I made my way up to the third floor.

A minute later I was standing outside my sister's door. My nerves were back now, and for a moment I wondered if I was doing the right thing. Then, I thought I heard someone walking up the stairs. I couldn't stand to have someone see me standing out here, almost in tears, only to turn around and walk away. I quickly knocked on the door. For a moment there was nothing. I knocked again.

"Who is it?" Lily's voice called out. She sounded like she'd been crying too. Good, I thought, and then wondered if it would be good for what I planned next.

"Your sister," I said in a small voice.

"Lizzie?" she asked.

"Ellie, just let me in," I said.

"Christ, I just told you to leave!" she said. 

"Come on, I just have one thing to say," I responded. There was another long pause. I wondered what Lily was thinking. I was almost shaking, but I couldn't say why. I just needed the door open.

"The door is unlocked," her voice came back, very small. I opened the door slowly and walked inside. It was extremely dark in my sister's room, the lights were out and the blind was closed. The light from the hallway cast along the bed and I saw she was sitting there. She was wearing a long night shirt and a scowl. She reached over and turned on the light next to her bed and I closed the door.

"Okay...Ellie, say whatever it is you were going to say and then leave," she said. It seemed that her mood had not really changed. I took a few steps forward and took a deep breath. I crossed my hands in front of my chest, trying to become comfortable, but felt like I was trying to hide and just let my arms drop to my side. Lily looked like she was ready for me to get on with it.

"This is all I wanted to say Lily," I said, before I was really ready to talk. I took another moment, composed my thoughts, and spoke, "Look, we have been fighting with each other weeks now and I just... And I have been angry at you. But...I am going to take responsibility for what I did. I am responsible for some of this fight. I am going to be honest with you so that when...when we stop speaking, we stop speaking with all the facts. I owe it to myself to do this, because I am an adult and I am in control of my life.

"You said I just went to this school here because of you, because you went here. And you know what? You are right," I looked at Lily and she looked up, a little surprised, but I kept talking, "You came home from school when you went here and you just talked about how much you loved it and how great it was. And I wanted some of that too. You made it sound so great, and I love you so much that I thought if you love it, I would love it. But you need to understand that I came here because I wanted to love it for myself. Not just to be with you or to be like you. 

"We are sisters. We are similar. The things you like, I will probably like. That's just rational. That isn't me trying to hop on your coattails or get in your way."

"And I guess I could say the same thing for the sorority. This sorority is the reason you loved this school. How could you talk about and think that I...No, I don't want to talk like that, I am not accusing. I just want to say, that the excitement you felt for this place was like...physical. I could feel it coming off of you. It was contagious. If anything, you should be proud that I wanted to join. Your passion was infectious. But it became my passion too. And when I started here, I loved it too.

"Wait, No... Let me be honest. You were right about another thing, when I first started here, I was not ready for it. You were right. I had no idea what I was getting into. I don't know if I would have stayed here all on my own. The pressure you gave me...The way you made me feel like I didn't belong... that made me want to stay. And I admit, at first that was most of it. You could have guided me or come to me like an equal and I might have listened to you. But that wasn't how it happened. And that is my fault too. But when I get treated like a child...it makes me stubborn.

"But more importantly, you need to know that once I got here and started to learn about this place and the things that happened here, I learned that I loved it here. I didn't learn TO love despite you. I didn't learn to love it to make a point. I love it. For me. You hate me for faking. But this is who I am. I can't be anything else. I am allowed to be who I am. I excel here too and you know it. If I was faking it, would I have won that contest yesterday? Would I have jumped completely into this? I found a whole new part of me here that I never knew existed. A better part of me. And I like it. 

"And I don't just like the sex Lily. Though, I am an adult and I am allowed to like sex. But I love it here because of the sisterhood. And I know that sounds stupid and cliché, but it is true. I learned from the girls in this sorority about supporting each other, and loving each other unconditionally, and I learned about having fun. And I saw that sisterhood is about giving advice, and guiding, and protecting. That is it. I know you know that. I saw how you helped those other girls during the movie contest. I saw you talking to...mentoring younger girls. So I know, I know that you could be that for me. I just don't know...I don't know why you will be a sister for everyone else but not for me. 

"All I ever wanted was to...share the things we loved. Sharing experiences and our lives...that is what sisterhood is. That is what it used to be for us. There is no reason to hate that. And that is really important to understand. I am not saying 'share' idly. I meant share. Things are different now. This is not like when we were kids. I am not here to tattle on you like when we were in elementary school. And you need to know that I am not here to stop you from being who you are. You aren't just my sister, you are Lily, a person. I don't care that you are a lesbian. No...wait...let me rephrase that. I am proud of you for being a lesbian. I am proud of you for being the person you are. I just want you to be proud and know I don't want to take anything from you. I don't want your sexuality or your friends. I want my own sexuality and my own friends. And if they are the same, by chance or genetics or whatever, then can't that just be okay? Isn't there enough love and happiness in our lives that we can share it?

"You came here and grew up and wanted me to recognize that you are a woman. And I did that. Now you need to do the same thing for me. It is my responsibility to stop being a spoiled, bratty little girl. But it is your responsibility to not treat me like a child. Because I am not. Maybe that is scary for you. But it is scary for me too. I need you now; I don't want to do it alone. But I will if I have to. 

"I am here to be me and live my life. And to let you do the same. I just want...I just want those lives we live to be in some ways together. I want when you live your life to its fullest, for that to include me. I don't want to lose you, the real and complete you, for the future because of our past. We were sisters as children. But we are sisters now as adults, and I want us to be sisters forever. 

"I love you Lily and you will always be my sister. But I can't make you love me...if you really hate me. So I just want to say goodbye if that is really what you want. And if you want me to leave this sorority I love for you, I will do that to. But you need to know why I'd be leaving and why I want to stay." I was out of breath and there were tears in my eyes as I finished talking. I knew that I was sort of all over the place and hysterical. But I had to say every word that came to mind. I wasn't going to hold anything back.

As the room settled into quiet, Lily stared at me for several seconds. She was sort of frozen, her head tilted slightly to the side. There were tears in her eyes as well. She was squinting slightly and just looking deeply into my eyes. I couldn't tell what she was thinking or what she was going to do. 

Suddenly, she rose off of the bed. I recoiled slightly; I thought for a second that she was going to strike me. Then, with absolutely overwhelming force, I felt Lily's arms wrap around my body. Her breasts pressed against mine and her arms wrapped around my back. Her cheek brushed up against mine. I could feel emotion pouring from her body. I could feel...her love. My body went limp and my older sister held me up.

"Oh god Lizzie," she whispered into my ear, her voice husky with tears, "I am so sorry. I don't hate you. I've never hated you. I am so sorry I let this go so far." She paused for a minute and breathed deeply. For several seconds, she just breathed and gathered her thoughts. I was stunned and then she started speaking again, "Look, when you first started at the school I was annoyed. But when you joined the sorority I was so scared. I was scared for you, because I didn't think this place was right for you, I thought you were still a child. But I was scared for me too. I...I wasn't ready to be out yet. This place...it was going to do that. So I tried to scare you away. And when I couldn't scare you away it made me angry and resentful. I was angry at Heather for using you like a pawn in our feud. I was angry at the other girls in the sorority for not recognizing what a strange...situation this was. And I was mad at me because I could not protect you." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I was too shocked to move or to think. But Lily was still talking, so I just stood there, motionless, and listened to her.

"But I let all that anger go towards you. Because I needed this sorority and I needed my friends here. So I pushed all of my hate onto you. Because we are family and I knew that I could never lose family. But as time went on, I started to really resent you. I resented you for putting me in this situation and I resented you for acting just like a child, without any thought about my life and how difficult you made it. And then, suddenly, it wasn't just a fight anymore. It was...it was me actually doing what I never thought was possible: losing you as my sister. And that made me even angrier and I couldn't stop it.

"I cannot believe I said I hate you. I know I said it. But Lizzie, baby sister, you need to know that I have hated myself for saying it every second since you left. I hated the situation, the feeling of being helpless. But I said I hated you. I didn't want you to come back in because I didn't want to say it again. I wanted to fix it. Because I am the older sister and that is my job. But I couldn't humble myself to do it. Because...I didn't want you to see how weak I am because I am...you know, the older sister. But then you walked back in here. And you talked...you talked like the adult I am supposed to be. You gave me a second chance to say I am sorry. Lizzie please forgive me. I am sorry." 

I was more and more stunned as each additional word poured from her mouth. Not in a million years had I expected this. I had so totally misread the situation. Or the emotions I guess. But what is more sisterly than a misunderstanding? I couldn't help but laugh awkwardly. In my heart I knew I should still be annoyed with my sister. But hearing her say those things wiped away any logical reaction. My body overflowed with love for her.

"Lily I love you, if you can forgive me I forgive you," I said. She loosened the hug, pushing me back with her arms so that she could look into my eyes. She looked sad, like it had pained her to hear me say that.

"Lizzie...Ellie. You don't have to apologize for growing up or for being the woman that you are. I just wish I wasn't so blind, I wish I'd seen it before you came in here and laid it all out. I can only say that I was scared. Not that that makes it okay. I was insecure in myself and nervous that you would see that insecurity. And I blamed you for it" she said. Her eyes dropped briefly and her shoulders shuddered as she breathed. 

"I am proud of you Lily. I would never stop you from living your life or loving the people you love. I will always support you. You are my sister." She looked back up at me smiling.

"I am should have been supporting you all along. I made this so hard on you, if someone had been pushing me back when I first started here... I probably would have quit. I got to feel like I belonged here from the first day. I am sorry you didn't get that."

"Having a tough older sister all my life made me tough," I said, smiling. Lily smiled back at me. She wiped a tear away from here eye.

"I am so proud of you little sister. I love you so much Ellie," Lily said, shaking her head and then looking at me.

"I love you Lily." I looked back into my sister's deep brown eyes. 

I was suddenly almost bowled over by an incomprehensible mass of emotions and impulses. Something felt unbelievably strange. It seems so bizarre looking back at it, it seems like it makes absolutely no sense. But at the time, I felt like I needed something... I needed to do something to solidify this moment. To make us both know that it had been a big mistake to fight and that our love, our sisters' love, would really be able to last forever. That this week had been an aberration rather than a rule. I needed something to seal our adult relationship, to bridge the gap between our childhood and a future where we were friends.

Without actual thought, I started to lean forward, closing my eyes. An intense sense of anticipation seemed to rise up from my knees, sending fluttering sensations throughout my body. I could feel Lily's body tensing as well. I felt my bare breasts press against my sister's t-shirt, pressing into her breasts through the fabric. I could feel the heat coming off of her body and I could smell the perfumed scent of her skin.

Then, still without any thought as to what I was doing, I felt lips press against my sister's soft, pillowy lips, sinking into the soft flesh. For a moment, our lips were just pressed together, my hands clasped over my sister's forearms. I felt myself melt into my sister's kiss, my knees feeling weak. She held me up, letting me lean into her. I could feel the passion and the affection she had for me as it pulsed through her beautiful, soft lips.

I don't know what happened next. Well, that's not true. I can tell you with extreme detail what happened (and don't worry, I will) but I cannot say why it happened. Sisters kiss on occasion, usually on the cheek. Sometimes, I suppose when there is a good reason, they might kiss on the lips. It was entirely possible that we would just have a short, sisterly kiss to end our fight. But something else happened. 

I thought for moment, just a moment, about emotions that had flown between my sister and me during the previous week. Below the surface of our anger had been something less understandable and even more terrifying. Small glances, inappropriate thoughts, and intense confusion. Now, those confusing feelings were coming to a head and in such a time and place that they could not be controlled. Maybe it was because the intensity of our fight, one that almost tore us apart, required an equally intense reconciliation. Maybe it was the sexual atmosphere that surrounded our fight. Maybe it was the week of unrelenting erotic excitement that was harder to turn off than one might expect. Maybe it was just that I'd always thought that my sister was a beautiful girl, and now a beautiful woman. 

Whatever it was, our lips refused to pull apart. And my body reacted to her energy. My lips quivered slightly and my heart rate sky rocketed. I felt my nipples harden even in my sister's warm, attic bedroom. I felt the area between my legs begin to grow wet and my legs felt like jelly. And it wasn't just my body responding. I had a concrete thought, though I could barely comprehend it, that I wanted to have my sister. To express my love for her in the most intimate way possible. I wanted to show my sister that I embraced every part of her, including her sexuality. I need her to know that I had made the values of her sorority a part of our relationship: support, affection, and sensuality.

I was given absolute confirmation that Lily felt the same way. My sister's lips parted slightly and I did the same. I felt the hot, wet warmth of her tongue as it slid across, just grazing the corner of my lip. I was slightly more aggressive, letting my thick, soft tongue slide into her mouth, licking across her wet tongue. Her mouth opened wider and I let my tongue spill fully into her mouth. I felt her rough, sweet-tasting tongue press against mine. Then she pushed back, driving my tongue back into my own mouth and feeling my teeth with her own. Our mouths now opened and closed in unison as our tongues deeply explored one another's mouths.

Any thought that would question what I was doing was instantly banished from my mind. I was no longer capable of critical thinking or self-control. I just needed to feel pleasure and give it to my sister. Based on the forceful way that Lily's tongue lapped at the inside of my mouth, it was clear that she agreed. This was not going to stop, we couldn't stop it. It had to play out in its entirety, whatever that meant.

While we were kissing, I became aware that Lily's hands were working on my body. First I felt her fingers trailing up and down my body from my hips up to just below my breasts. Her fingers traced a line of fire across my skin and sent a shiver down my spine. After a few gentle strokes, seemed to warm Lily up. She moved her palms to my skin now, they felt hot against my hip and then across my belly. I moaned, opening my mouth and titled my head back. Lily took the opportunity to dip her tongue deeper into my mouth, tasting deeply of me. I actually gagged on her tongue.




Actual Sorority Sisters Pt. 04



Her tongue slipped partially back up out of my throat, my mouth now thick with saliva. She actually sucked some of my spit up into her mouth, drinking it down while going back to kiss me again. It was the dirtiest thing I'd ever been a part of and for some reason, it drove me absolutely wild. I needed to push farther, see how deeply I could take this. 

I moved my hands up, grabbing Lily's wrists. I lifted her hands off of my body. I then pulled her palms out flat and placed them gently against my breasts. I released her wrists. Lily's palms sat directly against my nipples. She kept them there for a few seconds, just letting them make gentle contact with my hardened nubs. I felt sensation running through my body, my nipples a conduit to every nerve and every synapse. Slowly, Lily started to circle her palms against my breasts. 

I gasped around Lily's tongue, the sensations I'd felt before were just a minor blip compared to what I had now. And as Lily's hands started to grasp around my breast, I felt like I could barely breathe. The sensation was so intense, it was like I had discovered some new form of pleasure, related to an orgasm but more spiritual. For several minutes, Lily just kissed me deeply and gently squeezed my breasts with her soft palms. My nipples ached for her touch and each second of her ministrations stretched out into a delectable hour. Her tongue still rolled in my mouth and I tasted her saliva. I'd never been so aroused in my life.

Finally, Lily broke our kiss, pulling away from me and looking me in the eye. I felt dazed and smiled at her, "Lizzie. Let me make it up to you. I know how to make you feel good, I've been practicing for three years. Let me show you how much I love you." Her eyes look intense and her voice quavered with excitement. It was clear that she was in that same fog that I was in. Our bodies had taken over. Part of me wanted to stop it now. It would be awkward, but not too weird if we just stopped now. But I couldn't.

"Show me Lily," I begged. Lily didn't waste a second. She quickly spun me around and pushed me back so I flopped down on her bed. I was sort of lying cross-wise on the bed, with my legs hanging off the side. Lily was standing in front of me. I was breathing heavily, my breasts rising and falling rapidly. My pussy was already leaving a puddle on Lily's comforter. I needed this.

Lily was staring at me with naked desire. Her eyes were glued to the glistening area between my legs. No more confusion or discomfort with her lust. I knew what she wanted. I quickly spread my legs open. I could smell my own arousal in the room. Apparently, Lily could too; she closed her eyes and seemed to savor it. 

She then grabbed the bottom of her night shirt and pulled it up over her head, tossing it on the floor. I gasped when I saw my sister naked. She looked a lot like me I guess, but it felt different. Our family didn't "do" nudity at any time and seeing her so exposed...It made me feel wonderful, like I was let in on a secret. Her large breasts bounced free of the t-shirt and I saw that they were bigger than mine, but still as perky. Her nipples were hard and stood up proudly on her chest. Her body was like some sort of fertility goddess, with large full breasts, an extremely dramatic synch to a tight (but not overly skinny) waist, and then wide hips. Between her legs was a small, very short patch of dark hair. Her pussy lips looked just like mine and, like mine they were dripping with her juices. I could smell her now too, making my mouth water.

Now that we were both completely naked, Lily moved with incredible speed. She dropped down to her knees on her bedroom floor, just between my legs. She inches her head forward, pulling her long hair back around her neck and over her shoulder so it was out of her eyes. I looked down over the generous swell of my breasts and saw my sister's big brown eyes looking up at me with animal intent.

"Tell me you love me," I said without thinking, but I needed to hear it.

"You're my sister. I will always love you," Lily said. Then she closed her eyes and leaned forward. I felt her breath against my pussy lips first. I let out a moan and my eyes rolled back in my head as the first hot, wet sensation of her tongue pressing against my slit registered.

"Oh God sis," I moaned. That seemed to really get her going. In a moment, her face was pressed deeply against my pussy. I felt her tongue all over my pussy lips at first, sucking up my juices and then I looked at her throat and saw her swallowing them down. I shivered with each touch of her tongue. It felt like her tongue was wrapped around my entire body, the sensation was too intense. I put my hand down between my leg, playing with my sister's hair and trying to keep myself from screaming her name at the top of my lungs.

But after Lily had tasted my juices, she turned with new focus to my clitoris. Her soft, ample lips wrapped around my hard little pearl, kissing it gently and soaking it in her spit. I started quietly say my sister's name over and over again, "Lily, Lily, oh fuck Lily!" as her tongue poked out of her mouth and gently stroked my clit. Given her excitement and my deliriousness, it would have been easy for Lily to just attack my clit. Any strong contact would have gotten me to cum. But Lily knew what she was doing. Her licks were gentle and slow, but with a building, steady rhythm. She made cooing noises and clearly enjoyed my scent and my taste, but she didn't let it push her out of her controlled efforts to build my arousal. 

She kept looking up at me while she licked me too, her eyes all fiery passion. Nothing I had ever experienced was half as erotic as my lovely sister expertly eating my pussy. The result was that I grew hornier and hornier, pushing myself past the point I'd ever felt before, but without pushing me hard enough to cum. And she kept building it.

"Oh Christ Lily, I can barely breathe, make me cum. Fuck sis, make me cum," I started to beg. I saw Lily's body tremble like she'd been waiting to hear me ask for it. Suddenly, her pace and her motions change. She started to lap at my clit, covering it with her tongue. At the same time she took one of her free fingers and carefully started to swirl it around on my slit. I was almost crying because of the anticipation and the sexual frustration, when suddenly, she shoved the finger home, deep into my pussy. As she entered me, her finger curled quickly and she pounded into my g-spot. 

A wall of sensation struck me all at once. It was completely different than any orgasm I had ever had before. There was no building feeling that started in my loins and then grew out over my body. Instead, I was suddenly completely overwhelmed by too much pleasure. It was so broad and deep that I couldn't fathom it. My body went completely rigid, my mind went blank, and my mouth hung open, moaning loudly but without content. I could feel everything any anything. I felt like my existence melted away and I bonded completely with my sister. The world ceased to exist except for her and me.

It was several minutes later before I could really understand who I was or where I was again. I am not lying about this. It was an orgasm so deliciously pleasurable, that it completely knocked me off my axis. But, after some time panting in the vibrating afterglow of that pleasure, I realized that I was now lying in bed. For a second I wondered if I was in my bed and if the sex I'd just had was some sort of powerful dream. But then I felt my sister's arms around me and realized that it had happened. My older sister had given me an orgasm. The best orgasm of my life. And I took a deep breath and basked in that.

After a few minutes, however, my mind started to uncloud. I slowly became aware, on an intellectual level, that I had committed the most heinous of taboos. I'd had sex...with my sister. We had... fucked. This was not... this was not something I was supposed to do. The fog of my arousal was lifting and I was left with the knowledge that I had crossed over a barrier than no woman (or man for that matter) was ever supposed to cross. What did this mean? What would happen with me and my sister? Had this place confused me into doing more than was right? Was I broken?

"Shhh...shhh...shhh," A gentle voice said into my ear. Slowly my sister held me to roll over so that I was facing her. She was smiling serenely, her face still glistening form my juices. I could smell my pussy on her lips and I shivered. This was so wrong. 

"Oh God Lily, what did we do?" I asked, my voice cracking. Suddenly the images of what I had just done flashed back to me. They disgusted me. But they aroused me more. Which sent me into deeper levels of shame.

"Shhh...It's okay," Lily said. On the bed, my sister wrapped her arms around me, pulling our faces and breasts together. She slipped her right leg between mine (her thigh brushing my still-sensitive pussy) and now we were completely intertwined. It made me feel better somehow, like she was sheltering me in her body.

"Lily we had...sex with each other. I don't know how...We can't," I started.

"Ok Lizzie, Okay," My sister said in her most soothing voice. She leaned forward and kissed the tears away from my eyes. I looked up at her eyes, looking warm and soft now, no longer sexual and fierce, "You know how it happened honey. You are my sister, we are the same."

"I don't understand what you mean," I replied and she smiled in a gentle admonishment and shook her head.

"Lizzie, when you get really excited...no, let's not do euphemisms, let's talk like adults. When you get really aroused, sometimes it feels like you lose your mind. You feel like your body takes control..."

"How do you know..." I started. She leaned forward and kissed my lips, quieting me.

"Now let me finish," she said in a stern voice, "You struggled with this all week. Because sometimes you'd get into a situation and feel like you didn't have control. Maybe you didn't want to do something in your mind, but it became overpowering in your body. Maybe a sudden idea would strike you (like putting your finger up Lori's ass I'd imagine) and you just couldn't stop until you did it. Am I right?"

"Yes," I said. It was like Lily could read my mind. She knew everything I'd been feeling. She understood the "fog" I'd experienced. And while it seemed like all the girls could get carried away with their libidos, why was I the one doing the craziest stuff? Lily seemed to know.

"It runs in the family sweetie," she said and shrugged, "Once you uncork your sexuality, as an Abood, it seems like this is what happens."

"What?"

"You aren't the only one. I do the same thing. Do you think that I expected to have...sex with my own sister? It just sort of started and I wanted it. So it happened. I could see it in your eyes that the same thing was happening to you. We both wanted it. So it happened. And you are feeling remorse now, and I knew you would. But I am here for you. I should have been here for you all week. It must've been so hard." She wiped the hair out of my face. I was surprised at what she was saying, but it felt so good to have her understand.

"But if it happened to you too, don't you feel remorse? I mean it clearly still happens to you. Why are you calm now?" I asked. My sister nodded.

"Yeah, I mean I feel a little remorse, because you're sad right now. But I don't feel that way anymore. I mean, I know that I can't control myself when it happens. I do my best to only place myself in situations where, if it happens, nothing too bad occurs. Here is what I tell myself (and trust me, I only just started to learn this, I am giving you three years' worth of wisdom so listen up), when something like this happens I ask myself three questions. 1 - Did I or anyone else get hurt? 2 - Did everyone involve want this to happen? And 3 - Was it fun? If no one got hurt, if it was consensual, and if I had fun, then I don't let myself get upset. Because why should I? I can't help who I am. You can either.

"So here, in this situation, what are we looking at? Did anyone get hurt? No, you and I are fine, you just had an orgasm. We are sister's yes and it is probably wrong in terms of society or general morals that we have sex. But we are both girls, we can't get pregnant from fucking each other. No one else is hurt. So that is fine. Was it consensual? I know I wanted it. Did you?"

"Oh God yes," I said and blushed. Lily giggled.

"Good. And was it fun? I don't know about you, but that was the most intense sex I've ever had. Was it fun?" she said, raising her eyebrows.

"Oh my God Lily, I've never had an orgasm like that...it was like...damn you are good!" I said, my chest becoming lighter. Everything that Lily was saying made sense. I was quickly learning that I couldn't really control my libido, but at least now I had a tool to evaluate it.

"Good, so there is no problem here. We don't have anything to feel ashamed about or to be upset about," Lily explained. She kissed me again on the nose, "do you feel better Lizzie?" she asked.

"You have no idea Lily. I have been...it's just been such a long week. So much tension and confusion. It just feel good to have someone who's been through it...to help me understand," I said. I felt tears welling in my eyes again. But this time, they felt good. Lily hugged me tighter.

"Hey Lizzie, what are sister's for?" she asked and I cried harder while my sister held me. I felt nothing but relief and love. 

After a while, my tears ceased and Lily just held me for a while longer. I just thought about the strange turn the week had taken and how I'd ended up in a place that I'd never expected. But now I wondered if it was better. All of this angst and maybe, in the end, I was in a better place that I would have dared hope. Everything I wanted was here and more. My school, my sorority, and even my sister. All of my sister. And we had a better understanding of one another and the bond that we shared.

"How are you now?" My sister asked, once it seemed I was under control. I rolled away from where I had buried my face in her chest, and we got more comfortable on the bed.

"Just thinking about this week and everything. You've really kind of made it all make sense," I said.

"It really would have helped to have someone explaining it to me, when I was going through all of this kind of craziness during my first few years," she said, nodding. That brought something to mind.

"So I guess that was what everyone meant all week when they'd say that something ran in the family," I mused, now that I was feeling more comfortable. Lily and I were now lying naked on the bed, side by side. Her left arm was under my neck, over my shoulder, casually cupping my breast. She turned and looked at me.

"Did they?"

"Yeah, anytime I was doing something... you know outrageous, I would hear someone say something like 'she takes after her sister,' or 'that must be a family trait' or something like that. It sort of makes sense now," I explained. Lily snorted and shook her head.

"Everyone's a damned tattle-tale you know? Did I do all this stuff myself? Every outrageous thing I've done, I did with someone else. So why does that make me the crazy one?" she asked. But she didn't sound embarrassed or put out. Instead, if anything, she sounded a little proud. I suddenly felt very curious.

"What kind of stuff have you done?" I asked. Lily raised her eyebrows and looked at me from the top of her eyes.

"Do you really think you want to know the kinds of kinky sex your older sister has?" she asked, but she sounded a little like she wanted me to ask. I remembered that while I'd cum, my sister was still just as horny as ever. She'd indulged me, now it was my turn to help her. Plus I really did want to hear about what she did. I was seeing my sister in a new light now. Not just the older girl who picked on me as a kid. But as a woman. And a sexy, sensual woman at that. I knew it was not a normal way to think about a sister, but then we weren't normal sisters anymore.

"My pussy juices is still on your face," I said wryly, "I don't think I am exactly out of my depth in asking." Lily giggled (it was such a cute little noise, I'd missed it).

"Well...I mean yours is not the first ass I've ever licked. Not even in the first dozen," Lily said starting slowly, "And your little friends with their watersports video? Yeah been there before," she said, talking a little faster as she warmed to telling me about it. My jaw dropped. 

"Seriously? You've...drank piss? What was it like?" I asked. She was clearly happen to see that she shocked me, giggling again.

"Oh it doesn't taste very good, I will be honest. But it was damn sexy when I was doing it. But it is definitely more fun to watch someone else drink yours," she said.

"Who?" I asked and my sister shook her head.

"I am not a tattle-tale," she explained, "But she IS in the sorority. And she was one of the ones shaking her head and acting mortified when that video was on yesterday." My sister said and now it was my turn to giggle.

"What else?" I asked.

"Anything I can think of and can find a willing partner to try, I will give it a go," she explained carefully, "That was another thing. I stopped thinking about it like my body was controlling me against my will. I recognized I wanted to try these things, so why not embrace it? Some things turn out to be fun. Some things don't. But you can't really judge it without trying" she explained.

"What's the dirtiest thing you've ever done?" I asked. I felt my own arousal starting to rise again. Talking about my sister's sexual history was, for some reason, a real turn on. I felt my face flush, my nipples harden, and my pussy start to grow wet again. I saw Lily's eyes briefly look down at my chest, seeing me grow excited, but then she looked back at my eyes.

"Promise not to tell anyone?" she asked conspiratorially. I felt my heart flutter.

"Of course sis," I said, feeling dirty calling her by that cute little nickname. But it did feel like little sisters, sharing dreams and secrets during a sleepover. It felt dirty and right at the same time.

"So when I first started here at the sorority, I didn't even know that I was into girls. But then, during initiation, you know...I started to realize that I was. But at the time, I thought I was bisexual. Like I was still into guys too, maybe even more than girls. But I didn't want to get in a relationship with a guy, it just seemed like it would be too hard while I was in the sorority. 

"So anyway, one night I was out at a club getting drunk. Anyway, I accidentally stumbled into the men's room instead of the women's room. I saw the urinals but didn't care. I just walked into a stall. Now this was a dance club that the girls go to sometime. It is like nothing but straight girls and gorgeous, gay men. 

"So I am in the stall, peeing and I notice a hole in the stall. So I hear this man's voice and he asks if I want some. I had no idea what he was talking about so I said yes, but I was drunk and my voice sounded deep and slurred. He thought I was a guy! So this gay guy, he stuck his dick through the hole in the wall. I was horny as hell from dancing with...with Heather. So I was in our special family zone. So I grabbed his cock around the base and shove it straight down my throat. I hear him groaning and everything, but I am just sucking on it for all I am worth. Finally, he cums all over my mouth. Lizzie, I know now that I am a lesbian, I have no interest in guys generally, for romance. But God do I love the taste of cum! He filled my mouth all the way up. I swished it around in my mouth and let it droll down my chin a little. It was so much fun. Eventually, I swallowed it down. It tasted so good. By the time I was done playing with it, the guy was already gone. I'd sucked off some strange gay guy, never even saw his face or heard his name. It was the dirtiest thing I'd ever done." Lily said. I could feel the excitement rising in her voice as she spoke. Her nipples were hard as diamonds now and the passion made her seem somehow even more beautiful.




Actual Sorority Sisters Pt. 04



"That is so hot!" I said. And I meant it. I know I should have been shocked or maybe disgusted. But I didn't feel that way. And I know that is strange. But the idea of anonymous sex with some stranger had appeal. And that it was some guy who though that she was a guy, someone made it even hotter. I wished I had been there to watch. I wanted to be a part of the dirty things that Lily did. Suddenly, I was struck by an idea. Something that would ease Lily's obvious arousal and also make me feel good to boot.

"Is there anything you ever wanted to do that you couldn't?" I asked.

"What do you mean?" she asked, her legs squeezing together under the blanket.

"Well you said that everything that you do, you've done with someone else. Anything you couldn't get anyone to agree to do," I said, making my voice as suggestive as possible.

"Why do you ask?" My sister demanded, clearly figuring out what I was suggesting.

"Maybe you found a willing partner," I said, licking my lips seductively, "Tell you what. If there is something like that, you name it. I am already in. I guarantee, no matter what you suggest, I want it too." I didn't even think about what I was saying and I realize that I was already back into the fog. I was a slave to my desires and I would be happy to be a slave to my sister.

"Are you serious?" Lily asked solemnly. 

"Absolutely sis," I said, reaching up and gently stroking her cheek.

"There is one thing," she said.

"Name it," I said, "I want to do it. I need to do you, you understand, it's a family tradition," I said. Lily giggled.

"I've asked like 30 girls to do this since I started here, and they all absolutely refuse," Lily said, her words tumbling out of her mouth so fast I knew she was hopelessly excited. She got up on her knees on the bed with her legs spread slightly. She made a motion with her hand, indicating that I should do the same. I got up on my knees, mirroring her stance, and faced her. Then she paused for a second, "Open your mouth," she said. 

I didn't really know what she had in mind, but I was already on the hook to do whatever my sister wanted. I quickly opened my mouth and complied with her direction. Lily smiled deviously. Then she puckered up her lips. I wondered what she as going to do, it looked like she was going to kiss me. But she leaned her head back slightly, threw it forward...and spit! A large blob of saliva flew out of my sister's mouth and landed in mine!

I was frozen. I would not, in a million years, have expected that. I completely stopped moving. My eyes were wide open and I was just staring at my sister. She was giggling now, looking at my mouth at the little white bead of saliva sitting on my tongue. My sister's spit was thick, syrupy, and tasted vaguely sweet. I was totally grossed out, but I...I kind of liked it.

"Give it back to me baby, add a little bit of your own," she said. Then she sort of dropped her head down below mine. She turned her head up so she was looking towards me and opened her mouth wide. Her head rested gently against my breasts, almost in my lap. For a second, I didn't register what she wanted. She moved her tongue around in her mouth lewdly. Suddenly I realized the next step. I closed my mouth and collected the spit on the edge of my tongue. My own warm spit mixed with hers. I leaned over her mouth, carefully I pushed the spit out of my mouth. It slipped out of me in a long, white line of slimy liquid. I watched as it first touched my sister's tongue, then, the large mass of it flopped down into my sister's mouth. There was a large white mass in my sister's mouth now, and it was about twice as large as it had been before.

"You want to swap spit? You could get girls to drink your piss but not this?" I said. I ran my hands up my body, feeling my breasts and further raising the level of my arousal.

My sister sat up now in front of me and shrugged. I wondered what she wanted to do next. I was a little surprised when she opened her mouth extremely wide. I continued to play with my breasts as I watched her. Now she raised her hand, placing her four fingers together. She then took her hand and put it in her mouth. I thought she was going to scoop the spit out or something. Instead, she kept pressing her hand deeper and deeper into her mouth. I couldn't believe how far she was able to get it, all the way into her throat. Finally, I watched as her upper body convulsed slightly as she gagged. She quickly pulled her hand out of her mouth.

My sister opened her mouth now and I was surprised that there was so much saliva in her mouth! It was incredible. Then I realized that when someone gags, usually, their mouth will fill up with spit. A particularly thick, viscous kind. Now I knew what Lily wanted, and why other girls were squeamish. She wanted a giant, cheek-bulging, ball of spit to share between them. Lots of girls might not like that. But the thought send a thrill through me. I pinched my nipples harder. 

Lily motioned for me to get below her as she had gotten below me. I leaned my head underneath of Lily's, I turned up toward her and I opened my mouth. As soon as I was in place, Lily opened her mouth and pushed her tongue out. A giant wad of spit poured out of her mouth. It was clearish white and surprisingly large. Most of it plopped, somewhat coldly, into my mouth. Some of it slithered down my chin. It tasted sweeter than before, better. I quickly cleaned the spilled amounts off of my chin and shoveled it into my mouth. Lily smiled down at me, clearly picking up that I liked it.

"Yeah, some girls just don't know fun. But I can tell my sister does," Lily said. I closed my mouth and sat up. I nodded and made an "mmm" sound. Then I started to swish the spit around in my mouth. The more I did so, the more I liked the way it tasted. And the hotter it made me. I liked that I had my flavor, mixed with my sisters, inside of my mouth. I liked that Lily and I were sharing something that spoke so deeply to who we were. More importantly, I liked that it was something dirty we were doing together. 

Now I opened my mouth like Lily had, and I put my four fingers into my mouth. I pushed through the saliva in my mouth and deep into my throat. Now I gagged, my body seizing (I hate that feeling). I pulled my hand out quickly. Suddenly, my mouth flooded with even more saliva. It coated my bottom teeth and even sagged in my cheeks. 

I sucked in, conjuring even more spit. Even while I was gagging, Lily was getting into position beneath me with her mouth open. It was clear that she was losing control faster than I was. She had a slightly crazy look in her eye, her motions were manic, and I could smell her pussy heavily. I decided not to hold her in suspense. I opened my mouth and pushed the spit out of me. But I kept my mouth opened slightly, letting the spit fall in a thin, cool line all the way out of my mouth and drizzling into hers. Lily cooed and groaned as the saliva piled up on her tongue. After nearly thirty seconds, the full load of saliva was in Lily's mouth.

She sat up again quickly. Before I had a chance to say or do anything, Lily's hand was shooting back into her mouth, and into her throat. In a moment, she was gagging and her cheeks bulged even further with saliva. I looked at my sister. Her mouth was full of spit, her cheeks were red, and her nipples could cut glass. She was completely in the sway of her sexual passion. I needed to help.

She started to motion for me to get underneath of her again. Instead, I moved quickly towards here. I put my hands under her arms, right next to her breasts and pressed my lips against her's. In a hint of a second, I pierced my tongue between her lips. She was a bit surprised, but her mouth naturally shot open to accommodate my tongue. My tongue plunged into my sister's mouth, and was instantly coated in our shared saliva. I found her tongue, and they swished together in the warm, thick liquid.

At the same time, with my left hand I grabbed my sister's breast and started to knead her nipple gently. She moaned, making a gurgling sound into my mouth. But I wasn't done. With my right hand, I slid down the course of her body, across her breast, down over her bellybutton, and between her legs. My sister needed relief, and I was going to give it her.

My fingers found their way to the hot, wet center of my sister's body. She was literally dripping with arousal and as my fingers pressed against the petals of her skin, they were instantly soaked. I moved my hand around between my sister's legs, coating my fingers in her juices and getting it nice and lubricated. She moaned loudly into my mouth, forcing some of the saliva almost into my throat. When my hand was completely soaked, I quickly slipped my index and middle finger into my sister's cunt. Her body trembled and her hips started to thrust involuntarily. I twisted my fingers up and tried to gently massage my sister's g-spot from the inside. At the same time, I moved my thumb and placed it directly on my sister's clitoris. She groaned deeply in her throat as I did so.

We were leaning forward into one another now. Our lips were pressed together and we were kissing wildly. My mouth opened and closed, my tongue pressed in and out of her mouth, and big drips of sloppy spit ran down our cheeks and off of our chins. Our breasts were pressed together and I could feel my sister's hard nipples against my skin. Both of our breasts now had a thin layer of saliva on the top as it dripped out of our kissing mouths and landed on them. Lily's body was shaking with excitement.

But it seemed she wasn't just content to receive something from me. She wanted to give me pleasure as well. While we were still sloppily kissing, Lily reached down between my legs as well. Her finger quickly grazed my clit and I moaned, my legs shaking slightly. Lily was so quick and so skillful that in a matter of seconds, her index finger was buried in my cunt and her thumb was circling my clitoris. Now we were working in unison together, sharing our bodies as we shared our saliva.

For a few minutes we stayed in this position: Lily and I on our knees on her bed, our legs slightly spread; our hand inside of one another's pussies with fingers moving wildly; our breasts pressed together and writing against one another; our lips sealed together with our tongues exploring every saliva soaked inch of our now-shared mouth.

I felt Lily's body begin to tense up and could tell she was near cumming. She knew her body so well and knew how to please women's bodies so expertly, that it seemed she could tell exactly how much time she had left before she came and how much time I had. She quickly increased the pace of her movements between my legs. The tension inside of my body ramped up instantly. I felt weak and leaned into my sister, but kept my fingers moving.

As we both drove nearer and nearer to our orgasms, I felt Lily start to push a large about of the saliva into my mouth. When about half of our spit was coating my tongue and my teeth, Lily quickly broke our kiss. I opened my eyes and saw her mouth bulging with spit. Then she closed her eyes and I saw her throat moving, a second later she opened her mouth and let out a low moan, her mouth completely devoid of saliva. She'd swallowed it down! 

There was so much in my mouth, I couldn't believe she'd swallowed just about as much! I swished the spit around in my mouth, savoring the flavor. Suddenly, seeing her act, I wanted to swallow too. I closed my eyes, opened my throat, and tilted my head back. The thick, slimy liquid dripped down my throat. I felt it pool down, warm in my stomach. 

Something about that sensation, not to mention Lily's ministrations between my legs, finally put me over the edge. I saw Lily's eyes watching as I swallowed our saliva and I could see that she was in the same place. We both skittered our fingers between one another's legs for another moment. Then, somehow, at the exact same moment, Lily and I both threw back our heads and let out high, passionate shrieks. I felt my body trembling all over and I felt Lily shaking against my hand. I looked forward and saw that Lily was looking at me, her eyes fiery. 

At the same moment, Lily and I both experienced orgasms. Or maybe we didn't. Maybe, like we shared our saliva and our strange sexual predilections, we were sharing one orgasm. It certainly felt that way. I felt like the difference in person between my sister and I sort of blurred and for one, excruciatingly pleasurable moment, we were bound together as more than sisters and as more than lovers. Perhaps some combination of the two that grows the power of those bonds exponentially. If we were sharing the experience, the size of the pleasure didn't shrink with the splitting. In fact, the pleasure was overwhelming and lovelier because I knew, if I knew nothing else as the sensations rocked my body, that Lily was feeling the same thing. 

Finally, the orgasms started to subside. I collapse forward against my sister. She no longer had the strength to hold me up and we both collapse down onto the bed, panting and holding one another. I felt the most supreme relaxation. More importantly I felt an intense bond with my sister. That had been an almost religious experience. A spiritual and erotic sisterhood to match our genetic bond. And it had been hot and dirty to go with it! I felt so completely different now. After a long while in which I caught my breath, I looked up at my sister from where I was lying on her breast, and I could tell she was feeling something similar to me.

"Thank you so much Lizzie," my sister said, "That was just as hot as I thought it would be." She grabbed a towel off of her floor and wiped off her face and tits. I could tell that part of her wanted to say more about it, but nothing needed to be said. We could both feel what was happening, no need to explain. Instead, I just giggled.

"That was incredible," I moaned, wiping my face with the back of my hand, "Holy fuck! This is not like duck on Christmas or vacations to Florida. This is a family tradition I can get behind!" Lily laughed now too and gave me a quick kiss.

"Well being a lesbian pervert isn't the only family tradition that you've replicated," Lily said with a naughty tone in her voice. It seemed that she might not be completely satisfied. And, when I considered myself, I realized that I might not have been either.

"Oh what else?" I asked. Lily didn't speak. Instead, she rolled off of her bed and quickly opened up a cabinet next to it. She rummaged around in it for a few seconds and then turned around.

"So was winning the sorority video contest," she said, biting here lip and raising her eyebrows. In her right hand was a big, double-sided dildo. It was identical to the one that Lori and I won. I felt my body tremble. I hadn't gotten a chance to play the night before. And even if I had, it wouldn't be as naughty as this. I had to try it. I knew now, I was not quite ready to be finished.

"Oh you dirty slut, how did you do it?" I asked, reaching forward and snatching the dildo out of Lily's hand. It felt just like mine. Without further word I took the anatomically correct tip on one side and popped it into my mouth, shoving it three or four inches into my mouth roughly. Lily shook her head.

"Who are you calling a dirty slut? That dildo has been in my asshole," she said gruffly. I made a "mmm" noise, letting her know that it didn't bother me in the slightest. I popped it out of my mouth for a moment.

"That must be why it tastes so good. Tell me how you won it" I replied, then pushed it back into my mouth. Lily got back up onto the bed and sat next to me. She too pried my hands off of the double sided dildo. But it stayed in my mouth and Lily wrapped her fingers on her right hand around its girth. With her left hand, she reached behind me and gently started to stroke the back of my neck.

"Well I guess I got to see your video, you should at least hear about mine," she said. I felt a little bit of pressure now. Lily was pressing onto the back of my head now, pulling me closer to her. At the same time, she started to push gently, but forcefully, into the dildo with her hand. I was surprised at first, not sure exactly what she was doing. But another inch of the black dildo slid into my mouth and I realized she was trying to get me to deep throat it! I opened my mouth wider and relaxed my throat, it was so naughty to have my older sister shoving that big cock into my mouth. But after our little spit escaped, anything that was dirty, offered the possibility of fun.

"Good girl," she cooed, applying more pressure. She started to tell her story, but as she did, she continued to hold the back of my neck and work the dildo deeper and deeper inside of my throat. My eyes watered and I gagged several times, but I listened to her while she talked, and tried as best as I could to take as much of the dildo as possible.

"Heather was my roommate my freshman year. Actually she was my roommate sophomore year too," Lily said, sounding a bit wistful. For a moment I wondered what had happened between them, but then I gagged on the dildo and refocused. Two things at a time Ellie, I told myself, "Anyway, we got the same challenge you and Lori got, to make a sex video in a public place without getting caught. We also had about twenty-four hours to do it so we spent hours planning. I bet you and Lori did too, your video was clever. Well, we decided, like you, that hiding in plain sight was the most fun and most shocking," Lily sounded aroused just talking about it, and she continued to work the dildo into my throat.

"So, that night while all the upper class girls were in the living room watching television with the lights off, we snuck down stairs and went into the dining room. We took off all of our clothes and then crept back into the living room and got right behind the biggest couch, the one with the most girls. If anyone had gotten up to go to the dining room, the kitchen, or the bathroom, they would have seen us. But we stayed quiet. And Heather sat down on her ass and spread here legs. I crawled up between them and put my head between her legs. I hate her pussy while she covered her mouth with her hand. And we filmed the whole thing. Heather came twice. And we got 15 out of 30 votes, the highest total in sorority history," Lily finished. She had grown more and more animated as she spoke and when she mentioned Heather, I got the sense that this was one of her favorite memories.

And I had to admit, it was one of my favorite stories. It had been a bold act (If not as bold as my video). And as I thought about it, seeing my sister touching Heather, I got aroused. Not to mention the rubber cock down my throat. 

By now that dildo was about eight inches into my throat. I couldn't breathe and my eyes were watering. Lily was giving me a naughty look and she gave it one more shove. I gagged again, allowing the dildo to sink one more inch into my throat. Now it was halfway in.

"Sis, you look so hot with that cock in your mouth," Lily said, "So cute it makes me want to give you a kiss." With that, Lily released the cock. The free half dangled down between my breasts and I held it in place with my lips, wondering where Lily was going to kiss me. 

Lily suddenly dropped her head down low, so that she was below my breasts. She turned her head up and opened her mouth. She started to raise her head quickly. She knew I had had a breath in about 30 seconds, I was going to have to take the dildo out soon. Lily quickly gobbled the tip of the double sided dildo into her mouth. She stretched her mouth wide and relaxed her throat. She quickly started to take the dildo into her mouth. I was amazed at how fast and how fluidly the black, rubber cock disappeared into her mouth and bulged into her throat. Lily's eyes watered, but she did not choke as inch by inch, the cock disappeared into her throat. I felt increased pressure on my own throat, as Lily used the resistance from my mouth to push it in.




Actual Sorority Sisters Pt. 04



In just a few second, Lily twist her neck and turned so that she was facing me directly. Her eyes were watering but she looked beautiful. There was only about two inches of rubber cock between our faces. My lungs were starting to call for air. But I desperately wanted a kiss from my sister. She slid her neck forward another couple of inches and the rest of the dildo slipped down her throat. I felt my sister's lips, straining against the outside of the dildo, press against my own. We were kissing, with 18 inches of dildo in our throats. It was completely inside of us, linking us intimately.

We kissed for as long as I could stand it, until my lungs ached and my head felt light. Then I quickly slid the cock out of my mouth. As soon as it passed from my lips, dripping with saliva, I took a massive breath of air and felt my strength returning to me. I now saw the dildo hanging out of Lily's mouth, drooping down between her breasts. It was incredibly hot. 

But Lily didn't sit like that for long. Instead, she grasped the dildo, right near her lips, at the midpoint, and slid it out of her mouth. It came out easily and she took easy breaths. Then, she flopped down on her ass on her bed. She took the dildo and spun it around. Then she took the end of the dildo that had just been inside of my throat, and gently set it against her cunt. 

Slowly, and carefully she started to insert the massive dildo into her pussy. Her back arched and she moaned as the first few inches, lubricated with my saliva, disappeared into her dripping slit. She moved with the same confidence and ease with which she had deep throated it earlier. I watched, almost in a trance, as she carefully fitted 9 inches of the dildo into her wet cunt. She then stopped, letting the rest of the dildo flopped down onto the bed.

"I can't fit this whole thing inside of me," she said coyly, "Maybe my baby sister can help?" 

By this time, I had caught my breath. I didn't need to say anything, I just quickly made my way over next to Lily. She lifted up her left leg and I slide my right underneath it. Then I hooked my left leg over her rights hip, sort of standing up on it slightly. I reached down and grabbed the still-wet dildo with my hand. Lily reached forward, grabbing the dildo as well, carefully positioning it against my slit.

"Good girl, she slid it on in," she cooed. It was such a sexy thing to say, I felt a tremor run through my body. I was already ready to come again. I needed this cock inside of me. With Lily's help, I carefully guided the tip of the dildo into my pussy. By now I was an old pro with a dildo (kind of) and I felt it deliciously sliding into my body without any real pain. Some of it was because it, and I, were so wet. And some of it was because Lily helped, guiding my hips and encouraging me.

Just a minute or two after Lily has fitted her half of the dildo into her cunt, I felt the last few inches of the dildo slip inside of me. I felt like I was so full that I was about to burst. I couldn't believe I'd fitted the whole thing inside of me. But I had and now Lily and I had our other lips kissing. I could feel the heat of her pussy against mine. Our legs were intertwined perfectly so that there was no space between us. Lily leaned forward briefly and kissed me. But just as I was started to kiss back, she leaned back onto her elbows on the bed. She gave a short shove with her hips and I felt my pussy contract. I moaned loudly. My sister was fucking me with the dildo!

I quickly fell back on my elbows on the bed. I used my leverage to shove back. When I did, I felt my clit smack roughly into Lily's clit. She moaned loudly and writhed on the bed. Then she started to pump her hips harder. I found the rhythm she was using and started matching it without effort. We shoved our hips together with abandon. The whole while our pussy lips (and, deliciously, our clits) banged together. I watched as Lily's massive breasts bounced up and down on her chest as I fucked her. I saw her eyes doing the same for me.

We were both exhausted and extremely horny from our earlier adventures. It didn't take very long for both of us to reach our climax. We were both wailing like stray cats in the bedroom, moaning as the tension built and built. Finally, Lily gave one last, hard shove with her hips. My body felt like it was made of glass and then completely shattered. I shoved my hips out once as the pleasures swept over my body and overwhelming my mind. On that last shove, my sensitive little clit smacked directly into Lily's and I saw her eyes slammed shut and her mouth freeze open. She was cumming as well. Our orgasms swelled together, and vibrated along our shared dildo. Finally, they reached a crescendo and then gently dropped us. We collapsed onto the bed, panting, dehydrated, and exhausted.

Once we had caught our breath, we slid the dildo out of our bodies and let it fall to the floor. Once we were free, Lily wrapped her arms around me and held me in her bed, "Any guilt or shame or anything else sis?" she cooed into my ear. I thought about it and was surprised at what I found.

"No, not really at all. You were right, if not one gets hurt, then what is the problem?" I said and I could feel my sister smile.

"What are you feeling then?" she asked. And that was a more complicated question. I felt satisfied, sated, confused, tired, dirty, happy, loved, loving, and a million other little things. 

"I feel...like I am at home with my sister," I said, finally finding the right combination of words.

"Me too," My sister said and she pressed her lips against mine gently. And there we fell asleep; arms, legs, and lips intertwined. Sisters who found a strange, but wonderful path to adulthood together.

Epilogue: The End of Pledge Week

"Oh Christ shut that off!" I heard my voice say before I fully registered where I was at and who I was. Slowly my eyes opened. I recognized that I was in my sister's room. I felt her arms wrapped around me, her breast against my back.

"Huh?" she asked, then she reached over me, found her alarm clock and shut it off. I looked at it. 11:30 a.m. Wow, we had really worn each other out. We'd fallen asleep just a few minutes after we'd finished fucking and slept until then. I rolled over now so that I was facing my sister. We were both still naked and as I turned, she kept her hands around me. I looked into her sleepy eyes now, and once again saw my sister. I thought back to the night before, with my lover, and felt sort of strange. I suddenly felt awkward around my sister. I couldn't believe we'd had sex. And the ways we had sex, oh my God! Lily giggled.

"A little sex hangover there baby sis?" she asked.

"Huh?"

"You got a little intoxicated with lust last night. Don't feel bad, so did I. Now you wake up and it's kind of hazy and you can't remember everything you did," she said. Once again, she had known exactly what I was feeling, when I was feeling it.

"I guess so," I said and then smiled back at her. Just knowing she knew what I felt like, made it a little less awkward.

"Don't feel that way," she said, "It isn't worth it. What happened, you can't change it."

"Okay,"

"Besides, why would you want to? It was good!" She smiled at me and I blushed.

"I am good?" I asked.

"You're an Abood! Of course you are good!" she said and I laughed. She squeezed me tighter and kissed me, in a sisterly way, on the lips.

"Thanks for last night," I said after a while. Once she had soothed my concerns, I was just left with the glow of love and lust from the previous night.

"Thank you," she said. Her voice became more solemn, "I love you little sis. I just want to ask you now, that you aren't insane with horniness, do you forgive me?" She didn't meet my gaze with her eyes.

"Well," I said philosophically, "Tell you what. I will forgive you on one condition."

"What?"

"Just promise me we will get to do that again some night," I said and my sister giggled.

"Deal," she said, hugging me closer. For a few minutes, we just lay together, holding each other and sharing our warmth.

"Hey," Lily said after a while, "What time did the clock say when I turned off the alarm?"

"11:30, why?" I asked. 

"Shit!" Lily yelled and then quickly jumped up off of the bed, her breasts bouncing mightily. I was totally confused (and still not fully awake.)

"Christ Lily, what is the problem?" I asked.

"Today's Meeting!" she said, opening up her closet and rummaging around.

"What?"

"The initiation. Pledging ends today, you get initiated into the sorority," she said.

"So?" I said, still completely confused.

"It starts at 12:00, I was supposed to tell you last night."

"Shit!" I yelled and then jumped up out of bed.

"I know, I am sorry. Look, there, is no time. Run down stairs and get a quick shower. Get into the dining room before the ceremony starts. I will meet you there," she said. I started to walk towards the door, "Oh Lizzie, wait," my sister said, I stopped. 

"What?" I asked, impatient to get ready. I didn't want to be late. She moved over towards me and kissed me lightly on the lips.

"I love you," she said. I melted.

"I love you too," I said and hurried out the door.

* * * * *

Twenty minutes later I was standing in the middle of the dining room. The blinds were all closed and, despite the fact that it was only noon, it was incredibly dark in the house. Once again, all of the non-freshman girls were standing around the outsides of the room. For the first time since the very first meeting, all of the upper class girls were wearing their ceremonial robes. My sister was standing in the front of the room, next to Carrie and Heather, looking happier than she had all week. Her hair was still slightly wet (as was mine) and she gave me a little smile. I didn't really know what to expect at this meeting, I was a little bit excited, but I was far too relaxed from the previous night to feel nervous.

"What happened last night?" a voice said. I turned and saw Lori standing right next to me in the middle of the room. I smiled at her.

"I will tell you later," I said, but I didn't think that I would. Last night with my sister had been amazing. But I couldn't go around having everyone know, could I?

"Pledges," Heather said suddenly, instantly, the freshman girls became quiet (the rest of the girls had already been silent and somber) looking at us, "I call to order this, the final sorority meeting of Pledge Week!" she said. Suddenly, everyone burst out into applause. Heather even smiled and let us enjoy it for a moment. Then she raised her hand. We all became quiet once again.

"This has been a long and eventful week, I am sure," Heather said and everyone laughed. There weren't any mysteries anymore, we all knew what she was talking about, "I want to say at the outset that I am proud of all of you. Not every president gets to preside of a pledge glass as superb as this one. You did everything that was asked of you. You did not complain. And you looked good doing it," Everyone laughed again. I looked around the room at all of these girls. I felt so close to all of them in that moment. There was a bond here that not everyone would understand. But hearing Heather talk, make me realize how real it was. I reached over and found Lori's hand and gave it a squeeze. She squeezed back.

"But what I need you all to understand is that the things that happened this week happened for a reason. And that reason wasn't just that it was a lot of fun. Every day of your experience here should have driven home a lesson about the core values of this sorority," Heather spoke with a sort of dramatic air and that made it sound so important and I could actually feel it, filling me up, "Girls from this sorority know about the six core pillars of sisterhood. Sisters know how to love themselves. Your junior sister should have told you that. Sisters know how to love their sisters. You should have learned that during mix and match game. Sisters know how to serve. Your sophomore sister should have taught you that. Sisters know how to be served. You should have taught you that last night. And Sisters are creative. Your movie showed that you know about creativity." Heather paused for a minute and looked around the room. I felt anxious, but I couldn't say why.

"But those six pillars are not really separate, discrete characteristics. They form six little parts to a single whole. And that is the lesson you learn today as you are inducted into our sorority. Sister's the six pillars of our sorority are here to support you. They are here to support you in the most important thing of all. The six pillars of Sisterhood are designed to help you live a good life. Follow these six pillars, and happiness and love will follow you wherever you go.

"Six Pillars!" All of the other upper class girls called out in unison. I heard the words and thought of all I'd done that week. And I was sort of shocked to find that everything that Heather said seemed to apply to me. It really did feel like by embracing the opportunity afforded by the sorority that I had reached some kind of true happiness and fulfillment. The support of my sisters, both genetic and chosen, had brought me to a place where I felt like I belonged. And perhaps that was the reason they did the things they did. There was no way these lessons could have been instilled so quickly and with such force if they had initiated us in another, less extreme manner. 

"Now, new members of our sorority," Heather said, "The sophomore, junior, and senior classes would like to invite you to join us...in living the good life." And with that, it was like Heather had flipped some sort of switch. All of the older sisters quickly grabbed the laces on their robes and untied them. Instantly 30 robes feel to the floor. And standing in a circle around us now was 30 naked girls. Heather, Carrie, my sister, and everyone else. Completely naked. I was flabbergasted. I looked at Lori and her jaw was on the floor. This place still had the power to shock. 

"This is the last part of your initiation," Heather said, "Love, be loved, serve, be served, and...get creative." She said and then she started to walk out into the crowd of freshmen in the middle of the room. The other older girls quickly followed suit, pouring into the middle of the room and finding freshman girls and one another. They moved quickly and with purpose and soon, everyone was swept up in the moment.

The first hour of the ASO meeting (that's what we in the sorority call the Annual Sorority Orgy, so that no one knows what we are talking about), was one gigantic blur. It would take me as many pages as I have already written again to describe to you everything that I saw, and even then I would miss out on the things that I did not. There were just girls everywhere and anywhere. Girls with their legs spread, girls' breasts, there were tongue and asses and legs and lips, and clits, and everything else you could ever imagine. There were big piles of girls where it was hard to tell how they could all breath. There was unbridled passion and lust and people doing things they would probably never have the courage to do outside of this massive, electrical situation. All I can do is maybe give you a little bit of the highlights.

I remember early on seeing I remember seeing four girls (one of them was Mandy), lying on the ground in a sort of square. Two girls lying on their backs on the floor, side by side and head to toe. Then there were two other girls lying horizontally across those girls, also side by side and head to toe. The end result was that each girl had their face in someone's pussy and their pussy in someone's face. They were all four munching each other wildly and seemed to be completely oblivious to the world around them.

I remember some time later watching Laura (Lori's "friend") sticking grapes into her own mouth, pulling them out of her mouth and then gently inserting them into Allaya's pussy and asshole. Then a senior girl, who was frigging herself frantically, would suck both out of Allaya's body. Sometimes she would eat them and other times she would spit them into Laura or Allaya's mouth so that the other could eat it. Laura really had a thing for food play I guess.

I remember seeing Bethany, the great gymnast, doing a split. But she wasn't just doing any split. Of course, she was naked. But more importantly, her left leg was across a table and her right foot was wedged into a window sill. The end result was that her split was sort of dangling in the air and her pussy was exposed about three feet off the ground. Bethany was rubbing her breasts with one hand and keeping herself balanced against the wall with the other. Underneath of her was Adrianna. Her lips were sealed around Bethany's pussy, sucking on her slit and clit while she fingered herself.

About a half an hour into the orgy, I remember seeing one girl on the ground. I cannot say for sure who it was though. Because there as one girl (Kristen) sitting on her face. The Kristen's pussy was on the bottom girl's lips and her asshole was right on her nose. A pair of seniors were sitting on the bottom hands, the bottom girl's fingers deep in their cunts, and two other girls (one of which was Carol) were sitting on her feet. Carol was just humping up against the girl's toes, but the other girl, a junior I think, actually had five toes buried in her stretched out twat! A sixth girl was sitting on the bottom girl's knees and relentlessly fingering the bottom girl's clit. The girl on the bottom was trying to writhe but couldn't even move. I was so jealous!

Finally, near the end of that first hour I distinctly remember one thing that I will never forget. I saw Carrie sitting on the ground with her legs spread wide. And sitting between her legs was the slimmest, most petite girl in the sorority (her name was Alex Bukowski and I think she was a junior). And one of Alex's hands, in a fist, was buried deep inside of Carrie's twat. Now, let me note, Alex had small hands, it is probably why Carrie picked her, but not that small! Carrie was moaning and shaking on the floor, and seemed to like being completely filled up.

And what was I doing that hour? Oh God! Is everything that moves a sufficient answer? I don't really have any concrete memories of full sex acts. I remember bits and pieces of many. I remember having my face in one girl's lap while she pulled on my hair. I remember being shoved tits first into the wall so that some girl could eat my asshole. I remember finding a girl who could put her legs all the way behind her head and then shoving my fingers in her ass and pussy while I held her legs up. I remember someone putting a big, magic marker in my pussy. And little bits of indecipherable details as well.

About an hour into the orgy, things had settled down somewhat. That is not to say that people had stopped having sex, it was just less manic now. Girls were grouped together in pockets of three of four girls, kissing one another and making love. People had had orgasms and were feeling more relaxed now. They wanted to show affection for others. I had just finished having a girl named Kim Stern suck my pussy until I came twice and had to forcibly push her away. I was sitting in the corner of the room, catching my breath.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw my sister. She was sitting in another corner of the room with her arms folded across her chest. I had seen her having sex earlier (she had been eating another senior's asshole if I remember correctly), but it seemed like she was completely out of it now. She had the same scowl I'd seen on her face all week. For a second I felt nervous, maybe I'd done something wrong. But then I noticed that now she wasn't looking at me. I followed the path of her eyes and saw, in the middle of the room, Heather in a scissoring position with Carrie. They looked like they were having fun, but just winding down.




Actual Sorority Sisters



Now it was just time to dazzle. The first event was at a local pizza place, nothing too exciting. But they'd rented out the top floor so that it would just be the sorority girls and the rushes. I decided to come about twenty minutes after it started, so I would be punctual but not desperate looking. But the waiting was awful; I was so nervous and excited I didn't know what to think. If Lily found out I was doing this, she might never forgive me.

Finally, the time came for me to go and I almost sprinted the eight blocks from my dorm room to the pizza place. When I arrived, I saw the ground floor with a large number of people sitting and eating. I then spotted a sign pointing up a flight of stairs that had the name of my sister's sorority. I felt my heart skip a beat and then pushed myself forward.

When I reached the top of the stairs, the din of the pizza place lowered and I could hear a few muffled voices on the far side. Finally, I pushed open the door and stepped in. It was a large, brightly lit room with a dozen tables scattered about. There were probably 12 girls there already. But two of them were sitting at a desk immediately in front of the door I'd just entered. It was Heather and Carrie. They had a list for taking roll.

"Ah!" Carrie said, "Lizzie and I guess its... Abood?" I blushed as she discussed my last name, I felt liked been keeping something from them before.

"Yeah," I said with obvious embarrassment.

"I can't get over how much you look like your sister," Heather said shaking her head.

"And Lily can't get over how much she does NOT want you in this sorority," Carrie said and laughed a little. It was now or never time.

"Yeah, that's why I came tonight. To talk to you about Lily. Well, not about Lily but about me. I knew she wouldn't be here tonight" I started. That didn't sound particularly forceful, I needed to do better.

"Yeah, well talking isn't going to do you much good. We were more than willing to let you rush, but if Lily says absolutely 'no', then our hands are tied." Carrie stated.

"Well wait, let her tell us what she was thinking," Heather said to Carrie, then turning to me, "What did you want to say?" I took a deep breath.

"Look, you both asked me to rush before any of this stuff happened with my sister. And I wasn't lying when I said this was the only sorority I cared about. If I don't get in here, I don't want anything else. I belong here. And I belong here on my merits. Whether I get in or don't get in should have nothing to do with my sister. I know that in order to become a pledge I need to go to at least 2 rush events and also get voted into the top 20 of the rush class by current members," I said. I'd read the bylaws and constitution online, I was ready for this, "So here I am, one rush event and my sister isn't here."

"Well she will be here for the rest, are you going to wear a disguise?" Carrie said and I vehemently shook my head.

"Not the third event. You all won't be there because you have a Pan-Hellenic meeting. I saw it on your flier," I explained.

"I still don't get it," Carrie said, "Even if you go to two Rush events, your sister is going to know and she is going to re-iterate her blackball. When we sit down to vote she will just say, 'that is my sister, she is a little bitch. Don't vote for her or I will take it personally,' and people will listen to her. And even if that weren't the issue, the other girls rushing will get five chances; you won't be able to compete." She had pretty skillfully explained all of the flaws I'd already noticed in my own plea. But I had to stick with it. 

"Listen, if I am voted into the top 20 in the rush class I get to be a prospective pledge right? And then there is a 'culling period' of one month, isn't there? That's where you winnow down the class from 20 prospective pledges to the 10 girls you are going to invite in. If you guys don't say anything to my sister until then, I can get a fair chance. I get these two rush events, which puts me at a disadvantage I know, but if I convince everyone enough with just these two chances, then I deserve to be in the top 20. And there is no risk of pissing off my sister too bad. Because if I get voted in the top 20, then I can get a month during the culling period to convince you I belong in the ten girl pledge class. And my sister will find out at that point because I will be at the sorority house everyday and she will get her chance to tell everyone I shouldn't get voted on. But at least I will have a chance. That's all I want." I'd practiced that many times and it had gone off perfectly. It sounded absolutely reasonable and fair. I just hoped the officers agreed.

"You know more about the bylaws that I do," Carrie snorted. But Heather was leaning forward biting her lower lip.

"So you want to get two rush events to wow everyone but your sister?" she asked and I nodded. It seemed like she was biting.

"Just a chance," I said. She paused for a long while, even leaning back in her chair and crossing her arms in front of her breasts. Contemplating. Finally she leaned forward.

"Okay Lizzie... Actually, no Ellie," she said and winked, "I will put you down under that name on the forms. If you get the votes, your sister won't know until you show up."

"She is going to be pissed!" Carrie said.

"Yeah well...she shouldn't have run against me for president then," Heather hissed, "I told her I had the votes and she had to have a divisive election to prove the point. Well, now I get to show her the kind of power a president gets to wield." I wondered for a second what I'd stepped into. Did Heather and my sister not get along? Whatever, she seemed to back my plan. The enemy of my enemy I guess.

"So I can try?" I asked. Heather looked at Carrie for a second.

"You are a stone cold bitch!" Carrie said and then giggled.

"Yeah, go give it a try," Heather said. At first I was worried again about the seeming animosity between Lily and Heather, but then her permission sort of sank in. I had a chance! Now was the time to make the most of it.

"Better get out there and get to work," Carrie said, gesturing out towards the crowd. I nodded my head. Now, in high school I hadn't exactly been an overly social person. I had a small group of friends and I got along with everyone. Not a nerd but not a 'cool kid' either. But that night I knew I had to turn it on. I had prepared myself for all the previous night. And as I moved past Heather and Carrie's desk I pushed down my nerves and social anxieties. I had to shine.

And I think I did. I won't get into the tedious details, but I did what I had to do. I moved around the party and talked to everyone. I laughed a little extra at things I found was funny (though I wouldn't fake it, If something wasn't funny I would just politely stay silent), I shared anecdotes, I complimented people on their clothes or purses or whatever, and generally did whatever it took to charm anyone and everyone. And I made it my business to talk to everyone and mention to everyone that my name was "Ellie." And A few days later at the second event I tried to do it all over again, except this time I was more comfortable and even had some people I wanted to talk with. I had fun! The girls all seemed super nice and interesting. They were the kind of girls I would want to spend four years with. And both nights, I avoided thinking about my sister. I wanted something and I decided what I had to do to get it. And when that rush event was over, I knew that everyone knew who Ellie was and I left it up to chance.

It was another week before all of the rush events were over. And it was the longest week of my life. I could barely focus on class. My roommate kept asking if I was sick (she'd decided not to rush anywhere, by the way), but I was just nervous and excited and curious. Finally, I came home one night from the dining hall and found, slipped underneath of the door, an envelope. And inside it was an invitation to join 19 other freshman girls for a chance to be in the sorority! I had a 1 in 2 chance of making it in, so I guess my sister didn't know what she was saying when she claimed I didn't have what it took to get in! I'd never felt more triumphant in my entire life.

And that was how I found myself standing in front of the sorority house, feeling both excited and nervous about going inside. I was excited to start the "culling" process, trying to prove I deserved to be there, but also not looking forward to seeing my sister. We'd barely spoken since the day at the Pan-Hellenic Fair. She was going to be pissed. But, I was also a little happy I was pissing her off. Sisters, right?

Anyway, that thought got my feet moving and in a few moments I was standing at the front door, knocking. The door opened and Heather was behind it. She was smiling already, but when she saw who it was her eyes brightened. She looked both wicked and beautiful as she ushered me inside.

"Oh Ellie," she said, "We've been waiting for you!" She said. She grabbed my wrist and pulled me through the foyer and into the first room. It was a large living room with several couches and chairs piled around. There were a couple of girls already there. Some new prospective pledges and some existing members. I recognized a couple of them as people I'd gotten friendly with at rush event. They smiled at me and waved and I returned the greeting. But Heather was just closing the door when I heard the other shoe drop.

"No!" I heard in my sister's loud voice. I spun around and saw her standing next to a far wall. She was marching over quickly towards me. Heather stood next to me, still smirking.

"I...uh," I started. I felt a panic I hadn't expected. I knew my sister was going to be pissed when she saw me, and even more pissed when she knew I wasn't going to leave, but knowing something would happen was different than seeing it happen. My sister hadn't looked so angry at me in years. I had been going on the assumption that once all of this settled down, that we'd be okay again (we didn't always fight). Now I was worried I might be doing permanent damage to our relationship. I could see it in her eyes.

"You need to go," Lily said as she reached me. She stopped right in front of me, pointing her finger in my face. I addition to my concern, I also felt anger rising up inside of me. If anyone was trying to ruin our relationship, it was Lily. She was choosing to make it like this. I was about to yell something back, but Heather stepped in between us.

"Sorry Lily, but she is on the list. Ellie got enough votes to be here."

"Ellie!" she said peering around Heather, "What is this?" She pulled a list of names out of her purse and looked at it. She must've seen the name Ellie with a vote tally. No last name (as I guess was normal) and no Lizzie. For a second she seemed to be thinking about it, and then the full scope of my plan seemed to dawn on her. 

"You know the rules, if someone gets the votes, they get a shot," Heather said and I could feel the animosity between them. I didn't know if I should be happy that I was lucky enough to have a breach to exploit or upset that I was in some way compounding my sister's conflict with someone in her sorority. But things moved too fast to worry about it. 

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Lily asked after a pause. For a moment I thought she was talking to me, but I saw that she was looking directly at Heather.

"I don't make the rules, I follow them. That's my job as president," Heather said coolly, "She got the seventh most votes so it was an easy call." I couldn't resist a considerable flood pride at that number. Seventh most! But I didn't let it show on my face. Lily looked flummoxed.

"She didn't go to the rush events!" She scrambled.

"She went to two, you just happened to be absent," Heather said. 

"She can't be here and you know it...It isn't right," Lily said, almost stamping her foot like a spoiled child. But there was real pain in her voice. I was too confused to know how to feel.

"I can't decide to kick her out. You know the rules. She has the votes, she gets a chance. If you want her gone, you have a month to convince everyone she doesn't belong. There are 19 other girls you can try to shepherd in ahead of her."

"You planned this you," she said, "And you used my little sister. Christ Heather, it wasn't personal I ran for an office and you won. I got over losing, why can't you get over winning?" 

"I don't know what you're talking about. Please settle down, other girls are coming. We don't want to make a big scene" Heather said. And then she slid out from between my sister and I and went to the door.

For a moment my sister just stared at me. I was still surprised that she seemed angrier at Heather than she did at me. But she still starred at me with...disappointment. I wasn't ready for that look. It actually cut me a bit. I was alright with anger, I could deal with that, but this made me feel...guilty. Even if that wasn't fair for her to make me feel, I felt it. Finally she shook her head and walked half a step closer to me.

"I told you to just leave well enough alone. You do not belong here. And you have no idea what you got yourself into. But you are going to learn," Lily hissed. Then she pushed passed me and back into the crowd. I thought it was an empty threat because I'd defied her. But I would soon find that Lily was right, I had a lot to learn.

Chapter 1: Culling and the Day One of Pledge Week

For the culling period, I still had to live in my dorm but I went to the sorority house every single day. And oh that house! It was really just the most amazing place I'd ever been and I desperately wanted to live there. I already sort of explained how it looked on the outside, stately and imposing. On the inside, it had ancient hardwood floors and warm yellow paint that brightened the place and made it feel open and inviting. There were windows everywhere bathing every nook and cranny in natural light.

The first floor was all common areas. Like I said, you walked into a foyer but then immediately entered a large, rectangular living room. There was a large television mounted on the wall and plenty of places to sit. At a normal time, there would be 40 girls in the sorority, and most of them could probably lounge comfortably in that living room. It stretch almost the entire width of the building. On the far left wall as you walked in was also a very large fireplace that looked like it was actually used in winter. There was a door on the right-hand wall that led to hallway and the stairs leading to the higher floors. Directly across from the front door was a door leading into the rest of the first floor.

Passing through that door led to a large dining room that had four ten-person tables, one for each pledge-class. There was a chandelier and big bay windows that really opened the room up. There was a door on the left that led to the large kitchen and to the first floor bathrooms. All of the rooms on this floor were massive and gave plenty of room for 40 girls to comfortably co-exist.

The top three floors were all living quarters. Each floor had ten bedrooms, five on both sides of a long, narrow hallway. At the end of each hallway was a large bathroom with five stalls, five sinks, and six shower stalls. The rooms themselves were relatively small, but bright and homey. The second floor housed the freshman (after the pledge period) and sophomores. These underclassmen had to share rooms. The freshman were all on the hallway facing towards the back of the house and the sophomores faced the front of the house. The third floor was for juniors and they had private rooms. Finally, the fourth floor had private rooms for seniors. In addition, the windows on the fourth floor were extremely large and there were balconies jutting from each bedroom. That, I suppose was the benefit of moving up a flight of stairs for senior year. From the very first day I was there and took the tour with the other prospective pledges, I wanted one of those rooms. 

And I had plenty of time in that month long culling period to pine over those beautiful rooms and the beautiful house. I was pretty much expected to be at the house every waking moment not occupied with other matters. That meant I was in my dorm room for sleep, in a cafeteria for breakfast and lunch, in a classroom for class, and at the sorority house at any other time, including dinner.

I had been a little bit frightened that the culling process was going to be rough. I was frightened that in order to decide who was fit to be a member of the sorority and who was not would depend on who could stand up to pressure. But, I was pleased to learn that that wasn't the case. In fact, I couldn't say for sure what criteria the sorority used to decide who would make the cut. Most of the time we were there, we just sort of all hung out together in a casual way.

I got to know all of the girls in the sorority better. It was tough to learn the names of 30 girls (well, 29, I knew my sister already) in just a couple of days, but I got pictures from the library and made flash cards so I would remember. I would go to the house after class and maybe watch television with a group of juniors and discuss the show or play volleyball in the backyard with some of the sophomores. Every single person seemed incredibly nice and welcoming. They all wanted to know about me and find out how I enjoyed the sorority and the school. 

All except for one person of course. My sister. We hadn't really spoken since the day I'd shown up with my invitation in hand. She hadn't been outwardly angry with me since then, but she was cool. I saw how she interacted with the other prospective pledges. Warm, affectionate, and inviting. But she didn't have anything like that for me. I wondered what she was saying to the other sorority sisters behind my back. For whatever it was worth, I didn't notice any difference in the way the other girls treated me. If she was trying to undermine my candidacy, it didn't appear to be working well.

I should note that as the days stretched into weeks I noticed a couple of strange things about the sorority. And I should preface this by saying at the time they seemed like completely isolated strange things. As they were happening I just barely noticed them. It wasn't until later, when more of the mysteries of the sorority were revealed to me that these things came back to me and clicked into place.

For example, sometimes one of the sisters would ask a prospective pledge to do a favor or retrieve something, like a can of soda or something. Then, when the prospective pledge would go to complete the task, the sister would give her a playful swat on the behind. It was almost jock-ish, but still seemed a little bit strange. Another strange thing that I noticed was in that month, none of the girls in the sorority ever seemed to leave to go on a date with a boy. No boys ever came to the house. And like I said, I was there almost all the time. My sister had always had boyfriends in high school, but she'd never brought one home from college. 

Another thing was that the girls were always complimenting one another on their looks. And I mean I know that isn't strange in and of itself, but it seemed a little more intense than in most other places. Girls would compliment one another on how their breasts looked in a top or how "sexy" they looked in a skirt. It went beyond saying, "Oh god Becky, I love what you did to your hair." It was more like, "Becky, you look so good I want to run my fingers through your hair." And again, it wasn't like this happened constantly and usually didn't feel too strange in context (though I did feel uncomfortable when a junior named Laura had spent almost two minutes complimenting my ass), but it was a little different. 

But like I said, pulling these things out makes it seem like it was a lot more prevalent that it was. Most of the time was just chill and easy going without any sort of strange, vaguely sexual undercurrent. I didn't suspect anything out of the ordinary, other than that these girls were comfortable with the female body. And I liked that.




Actual Sorority Sisters



In fact I loved being at the sorority. It was everything I'd hoped it would be and more. There was laughter and camaraderie, a sense of purpose, people to discuss my ideas with, and a general bank of knowledge about college where I could learn from the mistakes of others. And I just had fun. As each day passed in that month, I knew more and more that I wanted to stay there. I hoped I'd made enough of an impact to overcome whatever roadblocks Lily was throwing up in my way.

So the month of culling passed in an absolute whirlwind. Each day, the tension grew greater and greater inside of me. Part of me wanted the month to just end so I could find out if I got in. Another part never wanted the month to end in case I didn't. But one month to the day after I received my invitation in my dorm room, Heather gathered everyone together in the dining room to make the announcement. 

It was early afternoon and I was amongst the last into the room. It was Sunday, but I'd been studying at the library for a quiz I had the next morning. Now my stomach was tied in knots and I felt that I could barely breathe. I looked for my sister for some sign, good or bad, about what would happen. But she was standing next to Heather, looking very official and not giving anything away. The officers were standing in the back of the room against the wall. All of the other sisters were sitting at the tables. The freshmen, including me, were standing against the opposite wall, like we were waiting for an execution squad.

"Alright ladies, first and foremost I want to thank all of you for coming out this last month and it had really been a pleasure getting to know all of you. How about a round of applause for our prospective pledges?" Heather asked and the crowd instantly began to clap loudly and enthusiastically for all of us. 

"Fortunately, the month long culling period is over. Unfortunately that means that half of you will not be returning. And I absolutely mean this, this years class was incredibly strong. We could have easily accepted 13 of 14 of you into the sorority if we had the space," Heather stated. The longer she spoke the more nervous I got. I looked at the other girls lined up on the wall with me. I saw the tension and anticipation in their eyes as well. I'd gotten to know a lot of them, I wondered if I got in, who amongst the people I now considered friends would be forced to leave. Then I shook my head, don't jinx it.

"Well, without further torturing you, let's get on with it," Heather said. We against the wall sucked in breath and groaned audibly. The sisters tittered. "I will read out the names in no particular order." And she started on the list. One name, then two, then three, four, five, six, seven, eight, and nine. Girls heard their names and then smiled ecstatically, but kept their cool, not wanting to rub it in as the other girls had their chances rapidly diminish. As each named was called, I felt more and more sure that Lily had done what she wanted. Just like her clubs when we were kids, she was going to successfully keep me out. Only this time, she really didn't have any right. I felt tears already welling in my eye.

"Our final pledge," Heather said, after giving the ninth girl a moment to bask in her excitement, "should really feel at home here. Not only will she have a new family in the sorority, she already has actual family in the sorority. Ellie Abood. Or is it Lizzie now?" My head was swimming. I was in. She'd called my name. I was in! I felt the smile spread across my face even before the full weight of the announcement. I was in! I looked up at Heather, who was beaming at me. I looked at my sister next. The voting had been public just before we'd arrived. She knew I was in. Now she wouldn't make eye contact with me. But she looked...scared? 

But even I was thinking about that, the girls who were not selected (miraculously most of the girls I hadn't gotten close with) were slinking dejectedly out of the room. When they were gone, it was only the members of the sorority: old and new. Someone started to cheer and I joined in. Soon I was hugging the other girls in my pledge class and even the older girls were coming over and joining in the fun. After a few minutes Heather called the group to order. And we stood, all intermingled now, and turned to look at her.

"Well now that it is just the sorority, I want to welcome you all," she said and we cheered again, "As you know, we voted on this last night so we have been coordinating with the school authorities. All of your items have been moved from your dorm room to the sorority house during the day. If you tried to get into the dorms this afternoon and your key card did not work, that is the reason. Your room has your name on the door so please feel free to go upstairs and put your items away and meet your new roommates."

Some girls seemed almost out the door before Heather even had a chance to finish speaking. And I wanted to see my room as much as anyone else, but I spoke up briefly first, "What about Pledge Week? Do you have any information about that?" the other girls paused. Heather smiled at me.

"Worry about Pledge Week when the time comes. Trust me, you will have more than enough to keep your hands full then," The other upper classmen seemed to laugh. I wondered what the joke was, but by that time the other freshman girls were already filing out. I decided to quickly follow them.

Thoughts of pledge week were immediately cleansed from my mind as I bounded up the stairs to the second flight. The doors on the freshman side of the hallway were wide open. Some girls were already in their rooms. I glanced at each as I walked by, searching for my name. Finally, I found mine, the last one on the freshman side right before the bathroom. There on the door was my name and the name of my new roommate, Lori.

Lori was already inside, sitting on her bed. Our items were scattered about the room haphazardly, but my blankets were on one bed and hers were on the other. As I walked in she smiled brightly and jumped off the bed. She gave me a big hug.

"Oh my God Ellie, we did it! We are in!" she squealed. Her excitement was contagious and soon I was giggling and hugging her back.

I was extremely happy that Lori had been selected as my roommate. I had actually met her before the rush period started because we lived in the same dormitory. But I had really gotten to know her during the last month. She was just a lot of fun. She was deceptively smart, always making a funny comment that would take you a minute to get. She was also conscientious, remembering things that people liked and things that people didn't like. She made it a point to get involved where any tension existed in a room and trying to diffuse the situation. She seemed resourceful and loyal. A good friend. I was more than willing to share a room with her. Though really, I would have been happy with any of the girls who made it.

I think Lori was happy about the situation as well. As we broke our hug she looked like she was about to break into a dance at any second. Then she started to excitedly tell me about her ideas for the room. They came out in a torrent, Lori barely breathing as she spoke.

"So I was thinking that we should keep the bed that they put our stuff on because it really don't matter. I mean if you want to change we can, but I don't care. There is a closet for each of us, which is good because when we first toured the place I thought there was only one. I was thinking about putting my desk up against the window so that I can look out of it when I am doing homework. But if I do that, then the only configuration that will fit everything is if you put your desk against the other window. I mean if you don't want to do that, its fine we can figure something else, that was just my first thought. We can even try that and then change it later if it doesn't work for us. Oh, hey, what do you think we should do if one of us brings a boy back to the room? My old roommate and I were just working on that problem and..."

It was almost too hard to follow. Though I did think, as she spoke, that Lori probably wouldn't have any trouble luring a guy back to the room if she wanted one. She was absolutely gorgeous. She was slightly taller than me, around 5'5 and thinner, probably around 115 lbs. She had very long chestnut color hair and big grey eyes. She had a slightly round, but slim face with a very small nose, red lips, and a gentle chin. She had a classic sorority babe body with perky 34-B breasts, a flat tummy, a toned butt, and shapely legs. I had the feeling there would be a lot of socks on the doorknob this year. Or whatever signal she chose.

"So what do you think?" she finally summed up. I realized I hadn't heard quite half of her ideas.

"I don't know," I said honestly, "I am just too excited to think. I bet whatever we decide will be awesome!" She beamed even brighter and hugged me again. We started to unpack our things and put them away. Basically, we started to configure the room the way that Lori wanted. I had no problem with that. I was just happy to be here. Besides, Lori had a good eye for interior design. In a short period of time, things were starting to look very good. 

About an hour after we went upstairs, there was a knock on our door frame. We both looked and I was surprised to see my sister standing there, "It's dinner time, everybody should come down for the big celebration dinner," she said warmly, but directly at Lori.

"Lily..."

"Sorry, need to get downstairs," she said brusquely and turned to walk away. I followed her out into the hallway. No one else was there, the rest of the girls already making there way downstairs. I reached and grabbed for Lily's wrist.

"Hey, wait," I said. Lily stopped walking, crossed her arms in front of her breasts and stared me down.

"What is it Ellie? Did you call mom to tell her I was mean to you? Is dad on his way up to give me a talk about treating my family the right way?" 

"Don't be like that. This isn't like when we were kids," I said. I couldn't believe she still thought I was doing this because of her or in spite of her. She sighed and shook her head, looking less angry now but still upset.

"You are still a kid. This just proves it," Lily spat back.

"I thought you would at least be proud of me. I mean I am your sister and I did what you didn't think I could. I was proud of you when you got in here," I said. My voice sounded smaller than I intended.

"I know you don't understand what you are doing and I know that you aren't trying to be selfish. But you are. And you just got in way over your head trying to impress me or something." She said. Not a threat because it wasn't angry. Just a warning. Then she turned and walked down the stairs.

* * * * *

We went downstairs after that and had a nice dinner. A chef hired from the sorority dues came by twice a day to cook (though we were allowed to cook too, if we wanted) and they made something really nice. All of the officers said something at the start of dinner to welcome us. My sister's comments were briefer than Carrie's or Heather's, but they were really lovely. I guess her role was to explain the history of the sorority, and she did so starting back in the 1920's when it started on our very own campus. The first sorority after the school began allowing women. But beyond just a stark history lesson, Lily made us understand how that history was now a part of us and that it was our history and tradition to. And how we had to protect those traditions. It was very lovely and I was so proud of her commanding speech, even if I was still incredibly upset with her. No one, including my sister, mentioned anything about Pledge Week.

After dinner, the freshman girls (including me) went back upstairs to finish setting up our rooms. Lori and I talked about school, the sorority, and what we expected from Pledge Week while we did the tedious work of fitting all of our doo-dads together in a pleasing fashion. Finally, around 12:00 we figured we'd done enough considering we had class the next morning. We crawled into our new beds and fell asleep.

I awoke with a start to the sound of crashing. It was like thunder or a car crash except it felt like it was inside of my head. It was so insanely loud that for a moment I forgot who I was and where I was. I shot up instantly in my bed and my eyes flew to the clock on the wall. 3:00 a.m. I searched around the room and finally saw, standing in the doorway, one of the senior girls. I thought her name was Shelley. She was holding a giant metal trashcan and smacking a large metal spoon against it. I could hear more people doing the same out in the hallway. Slowly, my mind started to figure out what was going on. Pledge Week.

"Alright little sisters," Shelley yelled out in her squeaky voice, "There is a mandatory meeting for pledges downstairs in the dining room immediately." I could hear other senior girls yelling in the other rooms.

"Oh God, what is going on?" I heard Lori say.

"No time to waste. If you aren't down in two minutes there will be a punishment," Shelley said like she hoped we would be late.

"Let me get changed," I said, my voice sounding like a croak. I was wide awake from the adrenaline, but still tired and confused.

"No time, wear your pajamas," Shelley said and then instantly slipped out the door. I looked over at Lori, she gave me a confused look and then grinned. It was actually kind of fun. We clamored out of our room. I was wearing a large t-shirt and a pair of panties. Lori was wearing an actual set of button-up pajamas with pink ducks on them. We saw other freshman girls stepping out of their rooms rubbing their eyes and looking dazed. Some were less decent than me. One girl, Kristen, was wearing a surprisingly sexy bra and panty combination. We all marched downstairs towards the dining room like zombies.

I was near the back of the crowd and couldn't really see what was coming ahead of me. Eventually, we all stumbled into the dining room. As I moved into the room I saw that the tables had been removed. The entire space of the dining room was open. All 30 girls in the upper classes were in the room, standing around the edges. They were all wearing long black robes with hoods and they were holding candles. I hadn't noticed in my sleepy state, but Shelley had been wearing one of those robes when she woke us up. She hadn't had a candle then, but I assumed another girl had held hers. Those candles were the only light in the room. My pledge class shuffled into the middle of the room, a little intimidated by the atmosphere. It was eerie in the flickering light with the robed and silent figures all around us. I felt more awake now.

As we reached the center of the room, the girls around the outside shuffled, spreading out so that they blocked all of the exits. We were completely surrounded. For a long time they just had us stand there in the unnerving light of the candles. All of the girls had their hoods up and their heads bowed so I couldn't tell who was who. There was no sound. I knew this was part of the Pledge Week and that they were making me uneasy on purpose. But it worked. I felt myself shuffling anxiously.

Finally, one hooded figure stepped forward, then the figure on either side of her stepped forward towards us. We backed up instinctively, but couldn't move too far. The figure in the middle threw off her hood, "Good evening ladies. Welcome to Pledge Week!" It was Heather.

"Welcome," all of the other girls intoned at once. The two figures on either side of Heather removed their hoods. Carrie and Lily looked at us now. As though that were a cue, all the other girls threw off their hoods, exposing their faces. But they continued to stand at the sides, silently holding their candles and staring at us. I was still nervous and I could feel the tension of my fellow pledge class members. The whole experience was (purposeful) disorienting.

"I will be passing around three bowls. These contain slips of paper. Please take one piece of paper from each bowl but do not open it," Lily said solemnly. She then took a bowl from another girl and passed it to someone in my pledge class. She repeated this two more times. Eventually, the bowls came to me and I took one of each, clutching it closely in my hand.

Now Heather began to speak again. As she did, she started to pace around us, in between our tight and nervous circle and the broader circle around us. She spoke rhythmically and evenly, "Everything leading up to today has been preface. Rush. Culling. These were the easy parts of your initiation into the sorority. And also the boring part. The next week will be the period during which you will really become a member of the sorority. It will be difficult. It will be confusing. It will change the way you think about yourself and about your sisters. And it will be fun," Heather returned to where she had spoken first and smiled devilishly. 

"Allaya Waters!" Carrie called out seemingly out of nowhere. Allaya, a girl in my pledge class, flinched away from Carrie's words. She looked around nervously, afraid she'd done something wrong.

"Yes?" she asked.

"Open your three pieces of paper and read what they say," Lily demanded. Allaya's eyes were as big as saucers and she swallowed hard, but nodded her head.

"Um... okay," she said fumbling with the papers, "My papers Shelley Cooper, Kim Stern, and... Alex Bukowski." She had named off three sorority sister's names. We were confused as to what that meant.

"You have read the names of your Big Sisters for Pledge Week. One sophomore, one junior, and one senior," Heather explained, "These Big Sisters will be yours for the rest of your life. But for this week they will be more than that. They are your guides and also your masters. If you have any questions, you may consult any of your Big Sisters. In exchange, you are completely under the control of your Big Sisters. Anything they may ask of you, you must perform. From the most mundane to the most difficult. Refusal to follow the directive of a Big Sister constitutes ground for immediate expulsion from the sorority. Further, there will be organized activity later in the week with your Big Sisters."

"Ellie Abood!" Carrie called out. There was no pause between the end of Heather's explanation and the start of the Carrie's cry. They were clearly well rehearsed and it gave an intimidating aspect to the whole endeavor. Hearing my name affected me in the same way it had affected Allaya; I was shaking all over.

"Open your pieces of paper and read the names of your Big Sisters!" Lily called out, but not looking at me.

"Yeah, uh... Adrianna Hall, Mandy Cohen, and....Lily Abood," I said. There was an audible gasp around us. The girls around the outside circled murmured amongst themselves. I saw Lily shaking her head.

"No, we need a re-pull," she said frantically. The mock gravity in her voice dropped now, she sounded almost panicked. Heather was still smiling.

"Silence!" she called, staying in character. Then she turned towards Lily and hissed, "There are no re-pulls. That is expressly forbidden by the by-laws. You know that."

"Yeah, but this isn't a normal situation," My sister said. I couldn't believe that she was so angry with me that she refused to be my guide. Hell she was allowed to boss me around for a week; I figured it was her dream come true.

"Yeah I don't know Heather," Carrie whispered now, sounded very unsure. This surprised me. Carrie had always struck me as Heather's toady.

"Even if I wanted to change it, I cannot," Heather said.

"I demand an immediate vote for an exemption from the by-laws," My sister said.

"Parliamentary procedures are not allowed for use in modifying Pledge Week ceremonies. If you want to change the rules, you need to petition to the national organization. Their next meeting is in August," Heather stated. The pledge class and I were totally confused. The girls around the outside were still whispering.




Actual Sorority Sisters



"You are disgusting," My sister said to Heather. I couldn't even begin to understand what that meant.

"I don't make the rules. I just enforce them. Presidents do that," Heather said. My sister looked like she was about to explode. She stared daggers at Heather and the room filled with a different kind of tension. She looked around the room at the others. They all looked uncomfortable, like they wanted to help. But everyone seemed frozen, like they respected the rules and traditions of the sorority too much to say a word.

"Whatever," my sister said finally, defeated. She cast her head down and only behaved in a perfunctory manner for the rest of the ceremony. I was totally confused and worried by the whole episode. It seemed like more was going on than I understood. I tried to catch my sister's eye but she was totally ignoring me. 

Heather pushed on and the rest of the girls in the room seemed to not so much get over the incident, as put it behind them. In a short while, all of the pledges had three Big Sisters. Lori even got Heather as her Senior Big Sister.

"Now, I suppose some of you don't yet understand what I mean when I discuss directives from your older sisters. I think that tonight I will make one demonstration. Lori, please step forward." Lori was standing next to me and she gave me a little look and a shrug. We were all very curious about what was going to happen. Lori walked over and stood in front of Heather.

"Lori, you are my Little Sister. Do you understand?" she asked.

"Yes," Lori said in a small voice.

"Good. Then I demand that you give me a kiss," Heather said. The room became absolutely silent. Lori looked around nervously and then laughed.

"What?" she asked.

"Lori, as this was the first request and a demonstration, I will tell you again. But for future reference, failure to comply with a command on the first request is grounds for expulsion. There is no joking about this issue. Give me a kiss." Lori paused for a moment and looked closely at Heather. 

She saw in Heather's cool eyes that a pause of a few more seconds could actually lead to expulsion from the sorority. Shocked by this, Lori stood up on her tip toes, turn her head gently to the side and leaned her lips forward. I saw Lori's lips press into Heather's. Lori was rigid and nervous. 

I saw Heather's hands rise gently from her side and land lightly on Lori's hips. She pulled Lori closer, their breasts pressed together. Heather's mouth opened and I saw her tongue glide quickly across Lori's lips. Lori's body loosened slightly and I saw her melt into the kiss. Her lips parted and Heather's tongue dipped slowly into her mouth. I watched their tongues roll together softly and I could hear the wet sounds that they made. In just a few moments, the kiss had gone from forced and awkward to passionate and natural. Lori looked as though she didn't realize there was another person in the room beyond Heather.

Finally, Heather abruptly broke the kiss. Lori stood for a moment, her eyes still closed. She looked almost dazed. After a second, realized what had happened. She dropped from her tip toes and looked around the room self-consciously. She was clearly embarrassed by her passion and the fact that so many people had seen her in a Sapphic embrace. But the rest of the pledge class was too shocked to speak and the upperclassmen seemed unconcerned, if a little excited.

"Thank your Lori. Remember, no delays. Don't think. Obey," Heather said directly to Lori. Lori walked back into the pledge class and took her spot next to me. Her face was flushed and her breathing sounded shallow. I could almost hear her heart pounding in her chest.

"Well Pledges," Heather now addressed us all, "I hope you now understand how things will work for the next week. Lori did a fine job. Now, I want you all to go upstairs and get some sleep. Things will be getting more serious after class tomorrow." All of the robed girls blew out their candles and at the exact same instant the light in the dining room was thrown on. I blinked in the newly bright lights. Several girls moved out of the way of the doorway leading back towards the living room.

The pledge class, including me, were sort of confused. This felt very abrupt. For a few moments we stood, waiting for some signal. Then, realizing that the start of the initiation was over, we started to move out of the room. The first girl was just about to pass into the living room when Heather spoke again.

"Oh I nearly forgot," she said in a way that indicated that there was no accident, "There are two additional rules for this week. The first is that the blinds should be drawn on all windows and at all times." She explained. That seemed very strange.

"Why is that?" Carrie asked in a theatrical fashion. But it was the question we all wanted to know.

"Oh, because of the other rule," Heather said, "Pledges, this week you are to be in the sorority house unless you are in class. And any time you are in the sorority house, you will be nude. The blinds will protect your dignity." She said it without fanfare. It almost didn't register at first. Nude? No one moved.

"Did you all forget the other rule? About not being asked to do something twice? Everyone is bound by the President's word," Carrie said. It instantly became apparent what Carrie meant. We all had to get naked. Now. Or we'd get kicked out.

I still marvel at how well we were set up. We were all thinking we were safe for the night after the demonstration. We were all excited about getting in and afraid of doing anything to get expelled. And we were all putting pressure on one another with our actions. Even if we wanted to keep our clothes on (and I am sure most of us, including me, really did), that didn't feel like an option at that moment.

After a brief pause, the entire pledge class started to move as one. I quickly grabbed the hem of my t-shirt and lifted it up over my head and dropped it on the floor. I felt my breasts exposed to the air, my quarter-sized pink dark red areolas contracting in the cool air. I didn't think about it. I quickly slid my panties down my legs and kicked them off my feet. Now my pussy was exposed to the other 39 girls in the sorority. I looked down at my dark red slit and was happy that I'd waxed myself bare the night before.

After I was naked, I looked around at the rest of the pledge class. Some were already naked and the rest were getting close. No one was abstaining. I saw that our sorority's reputation for having the prettiest girls was well-earned. Every one of the girls, while having widely varying builds, were extremely attractive. I couldn't help but look. In a few moments, twenty bare breasts were exposed, the nipples hardened in the cool air. Some big, some small, but all perky and alluring. Ten exposed vaginas followed them. Some shaved bare, others with well-kempt bushes, but all looking tight and sacred. We stood as a class, naked and nervous, before our new sisters.

But as I looked out at the crowd, I saw an old sister as well. Lily was looking at us, as was the rest of the sorority. I saw that Lily was looking at me. I felt her eyes on my breasts. I felt strange, having her look at me and my cheeks turned red. Not for the strangers staring at me, but because of her, seeing me like this. Exposed and vaguely sexual. Lily saw that I'd seen her and quickly shifted her gaze to another girl.

"Good work pledge class," Heather said, "Now you may go to sleep."

In our embarrassment and in our desire to get out of the room before Heather demanded anything else of us, we quickly rushed out of the room. Breasts bouncing, we ran through the living room and up the stairs. I was near the back of the back and I saw 7 or 8 perfect hour-glass figures and toned butts shaking their way up the stairs. I was surprised that I was enticed by the way my sisters looked. It wasn't so much a full thought, but a feeling. But I didn't have time to explore it. In a few moments, I was in my room with Lori, the door closed behind us.

Now I was standing in my room, naked with my roommate. She was in a similar condition. I looked Lori's body up and down. It wasn't a choice, I was curious, I had to see. Her body was just as well put together and it had appeared when clothed. Her breasts were perky and around the size of oranges. Her nipples were small and pink. Her pussy, like mine, was waxed bare. On top of the features I'd already seen earlier, the full package was stunning. I felt her eyes searching over me as well and I was gratified by the obvious pleasure she took in looking at me. At around the same moment we realized what we were doing.

"What the Hell happened tonight?" Lori asked and we both laughed nervously. Neither of us moved. I knew I should cover my body now. But for some reason I didn't want to. Either of us could have gotten dressed at that point. But we didn't

"I can't believe they are making us stay naked all week," I said.

"I wonder if it is a goof?" Lori asked, crossing her arms in front of her breasts. I watched the way her arms pressed against her breasts, pushing her flesh up towards her elegant throat. I shook my head, both to disagree with Lori and to clear my head of these strange thoughts. I was still disoriented from waking up early and all the strangeness, I told myself.

"No, I don't think so. Heather said, nothing is a goof. You should remember." Lori blushed deeply, "I can't believe that happened. I can't believe she kissed me," Lori said.

"Was it good?" I asked, though I already knew the truth.

"Ellie!" she said, "It was weird! I was ordered," she explained, her face getting an even deeper red. I raised my eyebrows.

"But was it good?" I asked now. She looked around conspiratorially.

"Okay, well I haven't kissed a whole lot of people and no other girls, but that was really good. She was so...soft," Lori said, and I could see her reliving the kiss in her mind.

"That good eh?" I asked and she giggled nervously.

"What else do you think they are going to make us do?" Lori asked, trying to change the subject.

"I don't know. I am surprised by what has happened already," I said.

"Well this is way out of my comfort zone," Lori said, pointing to her naked body, "I can't imagine I would agree to do any more than this. I hope they decided to shock us on the first day and then have things settle down."

"Yeah, maybe that's the idea," I said, but I wasn't so sure. I wondered what was coming next and I wondered if I could go through with it. I wanted to say no. But if anyone had told me that morning that I'd be naked with my roommate, I'd say they were crazy. There was a ton of pressure in this place and there was something strange inside of me that I hadn't recognized before. Something I didn't want to think about. I saw Lori struggling with the same thing.

"Well, it's late, almost 4:00. We should probably go to bed," Lori said. She walked over to her bed. I looked at her smooth, muscular ass as she bent over and pulled back the covers. She climbed into bed. I turned to my own bed and felt her eyes on me as I pulled down the covers and got in.

We lay there, naked in our beds, staring at the ceiling. A thousand thoughts ran through my head, so confusing and exciting. Then, just as I thought I could fall asleep, Lori spoke again.

"And what happened with your sister? This has to be extra weird for you? What do you think is going to happen?" she asked. I felt my guts tie up in a knot.

"I have no idea," I said and I meant it. I had consciously avoided thinking of her. But Lori had drug her back into my thoughts. And for the rest of the night I slept fitfully. Thinking about my sister and worrying about what was going to happen between us.

Chapter 2: Pledge Week Day 2 – Time With the Juniors

I awoke the next morning...well no that's not right. It was really later that same morning. It felt like I'd just closed my eyes. I was foggy and my eyes were bleary as I reached over and turned off my alarm clock. Lori was awake also. She was sitting in her bed with the blanket pulled up over her bare breasts. I smiled wanly at her.

The night before, in the flush of excitement and confusion, Lori and I had stood in the room naked and talked. I'd even enjoyed the way her body looked and the feel of her gaze on me. But now, sobered by sleep, we were once again uncomfortable. I felt much more naked now, under my blankets, than I had the night before in the crowd. I still couldn't believe what had happened the night before. It felt like a dream. Had I really been naked in front of all those people? Had Lori kissed Heather? Had my sister stared at me?

"I need a shower," Lori said. At first I thought she was trying to say that she felt "dirty" in her nudity. But then I realized, she meant she needed to get ready for the day.

"Me too, should we just...walk out there naked?" I asked nervously. 

"Will I get in trouble if I wrap a towel around myself? Or was last night like a joke and if I go outside naked now they will laugh at me for being gullible?" she asked. It was a good point. I stood up from the bed now, letting my blankets slough off of me. Lori's eyes looked down at my body, unable to resist the urge, but then quickly shot back to my eyes.

"Let's just go together," I said, "Then if they laugh, they are at least laughing at both of us." Lori nodded and then quickly got up from the bed. I stole a glance at her body once again, feeling stranger about it that I had the night before. It had been (mostly) curiosity then. But now I just wanted to see her again. It was strange the way I was reacting to her body. But she took my hand in support and I shook these thoughts off. I squeezed her hand and we opened our door.

We were greeted by the sight of another girl from our pledge class, Bethany, walking past our door. Like us, Bethany was completely nude. Her small round breasts were bouncing light as she walked and her long black ponytail whisked across the top of her ass. She looked stunning. She turned and looked at us as she walked by. She blushed slightly and then shrugged and kept walking towards the bathroom.

Most of the freshman girls were in the bathroom, getting ready for the day. The nudity felt less alien here as there were showers and I dropped Lori's hand and walked over to an open showerhead. All of the girls were talking about the previous night. Most involved speculation about what would come next and how strange it was to be nude in front of a large crowd of people. I added some thoughts of my own but didn't come to any conclusions.

As girls prepared for the day, I noticed that girls were shaving their legs and their vaginas (some just trimming, other taking it all the way down like my pubic hair). They were all pretty convinced, regardless of what they said, that they really would be naked all week.

After I showed, brushed my hair and teeth, and applied my make-up, I went downstairs. In fact, all of the freshman went down in a large, naked group. We were nervous about what was going to happen next and we crowded together for comfort. I would be lying if I said that I did not look at the bodies of the other freshman girls. Some was curiosity, to see them now as they were prepared for the day (save for naked) but some was that allure, that pull to see them. I wondered what this said about me.

We all piled into the dining room at the same time. The tables were back and many of the upper class girls were already eating. My sister was not among them. We were told that we were forbidden from entering the kitchen (where the cook my see us), but other than that no mention was made of our nudity. We ate, made small talk, and received congratulations again for our acceptance. I occasionally saw one girl absentmindedly staring at the nudity of another, but this was generally rare and didn't last long.

Finally, breakfast was over and I went upstairs to get dressed for class. My confusion was now even greater than it had been before. If they taunted us or teased us, I would have understood. But what was the point of this prank if they just wanted us to be naked? I didn't have time to think about it, I dressed very quickly and slipped out of the house.

That was a tough day at class. I was so confused and nervous about the sorority I could barely focus. On top of that, I was still quite tired from my interrupted sleep. At least my quiz went well. I was able to focus just on that, because I'd studied so hard. But that seemed to take it all out of me. I couldn't even take notes in my other classes. 

Monday was a busy day for me, three classes plus a small section. I ate lunch at one point as well, which I took alone so I could think. It was nearly four when I finally returned to the house. I was one of the last freshman girls to arrive. I saw one freshman girl, Allaya, sitting on the couch, already naked. So there had been no change. In fact, Carrie was standing by the front door.

"Door is closed behind you, please disrobe," she said sternly. I didn't hesitate. I saw that the other girls were already complying and I also was afraid of displeasing the older girls. Despite my discomfort with being naked, it wasn't so much a thought as automatic. In a moment, there was a pool of clothes at my feet and Carrie was nodding.

"Good," she said, collecting up my clothes, "I will take these up to your room. When the last two girls arrive, we will have a meeting in the dining room." I looked around the room nervously. Everything seemed to be quite casual, just like it had been at breakfast. I started to believe that Lori was right, this was just a quick scare; the worst was over. I walked over to a chair and sat down quietly. Eventually, I started a casual conversation with a junior about our respective opinions on my history professor (whom she'd had once before). I nearly forgot I was naked.

About twenty minutes later the last of the freshman girls had arrived. I felt butterflies in my stomach as Heather walked out of the dining room and said, "Ladies, please follow me to the dining room. The second day of pledge week is about to begin."

En masse, everyone in the living room started to walk into the dining room. Some girls were already there and the tables were once again removed. A few more wondered in a few moments later, apparently called from upstairs. Once again, the freshman girls all walked into the middle, naked. The older girls made a circle around us. No robes or candles today, but the psychological power remained. 

I saw Lily now. She was standing at the front of the room with Heather and Carrie. I looked to her, for some sort of hint as to what was going on, but she didn't notice me. She was actually smiling and talking to someone else. I couldn't hear what she said. But she looked happy in a way I hadn't seen recently. In fact, she rarely seemed that happy when we were both at home. I wondered if I had really wandered into the place where she was happiest and, like she claimed, was in the midst of ruining it. But Heather spoke before I could reach any conclusions.

"Lori, please come to me," Heather said, calling out to her little sister. Instantly, all other conversation in the room ceased. Further, Lori jumped quickly and ran over to Heather.

"Yes?" Lori asked expectantly. She'd learned her lesson the night before, no hesitation.

"Good girl," Heather said to Lori, grasping the girl's chin lightly and giving her an indulgent smile. Then she looked up and addressed the rest of us, "Welcome to the Second Day of Pledge Week. We hope you all managed to sleep a little last night. I still remember my first night here. A little confused, a little...excited." She said excited in a way that felt strange. Like she was saying something more. 

"Well, that probably means you have some questions," Heather continued, "And we have decided to answer those questions. Tonight you will be given the opportunity to be...guided by one of your older sisters. You may ask her questions and, as you know, obey her every command. Lori will be selecting the older sister." There was a long pause after that.




Actual Sorority Sisters



"Uh...how?" Lori asked in a tiny voice. It was clear she was intimidated by Heather. Hell, I was too and she wasn't my older sister.

"Good question," Heather said. Then she turned to the window sill and picked up a small bowl. It was the same kind that we had used the previous day to select our big sisters. "There are three pieces of paper in this bowl. Select one and read it." Lori looked at the bowl nervously, then dipped her hand inside and pulled out one. She looked up at Heather, who nodded slightly.

"It says, ummm...Junior," Lori said. There was a loud cacophony in the dining room. A few girls excited cheered, but more sighed in disappointment. I looked around, the juniors were happy to be selected and the sophomores and seniors were disappointed.

"Well, I am sorry that it wasn't the seniors, but I suppose I will live," Heather said dryly, "Well juniors, find your pledge and...have a good time." That seemed to close the meeting. The seniors and sophomores filed out of the room, some speaking briefly to the apparently lucky juniors. The freshman stayed frozen, waiting to be retrieved.

I watched my sister walk out of the room. At the last minute, before she passed outside, she looked over her shoulder at me. I shrugged and smiled at her. She pursed her lips, shook her head, and headed out of the room.

"Hi Ellie," a bright voice said behind me, "God, I can't get over how much you look like your sister." That shook me out of thinking about Lily. I turned and saw my junior "sister" Mandy Cohen smiling at me. I didn't know Mandy very well, we'd only spoke a couple of times. She always seemed very sweet, if a little ditzy.

"Oh, yeah, people have always said that," I responded. I felt a little off put, because Mandy was running her eyes up and down my body.

"Both so...sexy," she said. I felt both flattered and anxious. That was not a normal compliment. Even if it felt good to hear. I suppose the same could've been said for Mandy. She was a very petite girl, around 5'1 and around 95lbs. She was a scholarship gymnast and had that build. By that I mean, she had small breasts, maybe just A-cups, a compact, lithe body toned with svelte muscles. Her hips flared wider than her breasts, so that her hourglass shape had more room for sand on the bottom than the top. Her legs were slightly stout and muscular and she had a large butt. She had a very pretty face. Big blue eyes, an aquiline nose, thick lips, and an angular face. And her smile, honed by competition, was exceptionally luminous.

"Oh, uh thanks," I responded after a pause.

"Damn, even your nipples look like Lily's," she said. And that surprised me. First, because it was an absolutely bizarre and uncomfortable thing to say. But also, nudity was apparently part of the hazing process. I got that. But Mandy was a year younger than my sister. Why would she have seen her nipples? Mandy didn't give me much time to think about it, "Come on. I have you for the night, let's go to my room." Other juniors were already leading their pledges to other areas of the house. My fellow pledges looked around nervously, and I suppose I was doing the same.

"What's happening?" I asked.

"Just wait til we get to my room," Mandy said, taking my hand gently and leading me out of the room. She then whispered "It will be better if we have some privacy. Heather wants me to be more of a hardass than I want to be, don't push it now." I didn't particularly know what that meant, but I figured it was best to follow her advice. I followed behind her, grasping her hand like a lifeline as we wended our way through the living room and up the stairs. In a few moments we were on the third floor, standing in the doorway of Mandy's private room.

"Go ahead and sit on the bed," Mandy said. I followed her instructions, sitting with my feet dangling from the bottom of the bed. Mandy's room was the same size as mine, but she didn't share it with anyone. It was decorated with pictures of gymnastic events and felt safe and homey. Mandy grabbed her desk swivel chair and pulled it over so that she was sitting at the foot of the bed, directly facing me.

"So what is going on? This is really starting to weird me out," I said. I just wanted some confirmation that this was just a weird hazing ritual and that it was almost over and nothing worse was going to happen. But in my heart, I sensed that wasn't the case. 

"I am really glad you are my little sister. Lily was my older sister my freshman year and she was the absolute best. I feel like I am repaying her," Mandy explained, leaning back in the chair. 

"Yeah," I said, thinking that if she really wanted to pay Lily back in a way my sister would appreciate it, she'd kick me out of the sorority. "So, you said you'd answer my questions?" I asked, trying to get back to that. Without responding, Mandy stared at me a bit and I felt uncomfortable. I locked my knees together, crossed my arms in front of my breasts, and leaned forward so my elbows were on my thighs. I was covered as best as possible.

"Well, I told you I didn't want to be a hardass like Heather. I didn't say I wasn't going to participate in Pledge Week," Mandy said now.

"What does that mean?" I asked, feeling nervous now. Whatever relief I'd had before about being in a private room with a girl who seemed nice was draining now.

"I will answer questions if it is appropriate. But for any questions, you need to do something for me."

"What?" I asked desperately.

"You want to know what's going on? Well I will answer if you uncross your arms and lean back so I can see your breasts." I felt like an electrical bolt had shot through my body. We were alone. This wasn't like a group hazing thing. What was happening?

"My breasts?" I said, squeezing them tighter in my arms.

"I told you I wasn't going to be a hardass, so I won't throw you out of the sorority for that question. But you know the rules. You have to do what I say. Answering your questions in exchange is a gift I am giving you. So...your breasts?" Mandy said. She was leaning forward now, her face only a couple feet from my lap. I knew the rules and I wanted to know what was going on. And it wasn't like she and everyone else hadn't seen my breasts already. I sighed and then released my arms and leaned back on the bed. My breasts jiggled a bit as I did so and Mandy watched them smiling.

"Sorry," I said. Her brow softened.

"Hey look, we are just having fun here. Don't get too nervous. Just see where this takes you. I promise that I won't hurt you and no one else will either," Mandy said sincerely. Her smile reassured me and I took a deep breath.

"Okay, thanks," I said, "So what is going on here?"

"It's pledge week, you're being hazed. Not officially hazed, that is against University policy. You are being initiated. Which means hazed" she responded.

"Yeah, I mean I know that but..."

"That's the answer to your question, if you want something more, be more specific," she said. I began to realize I'd underestimated her when I thought she was a ditz. She was on top of things.

"Okay," I said, taking my time so that I asked a good one, "Is this like a tradition or are you guys just fucking with us? Like, I mean, did the seniors get this too?" I asked. Mandy didn't move, she just looked at me strangely.

"Spread you legs open so I can see your pussy," she said slowly. My skin instantly felt prickly. This felt dirty and wrong. Even the words she used were so...crude, "Or no answer." I felt like I couldn't get enough air. I looked closely at Mandy. She wasn't joking. I rationalized again. Mandy had already seen my...pussy. This was just closer up. Besides, I didn't really have a choice. It was this or get no answer. More importantly, she could tell me to do it anyway and, if I didn't, she could kick me out of the sorority. 

"Okay," I said, taking a deep breath. My legs were almost shaking with nerves. I dug my fingers in the comforter on Mandy's bed, trying to give myself mental traction. Finally, I pulled my knees apart slowly. The air felt cool against my now bare skin. I looked down and saw the dark red lips of my vagina topped by the little red nub of my clit. I raised my head and saw Mandy looking at the same thing. Her eyes were almost sparkling. I felt strange. Aroused and embarrassed. Flattered and angry. Exposed and attention-seeking. 

"This isn't special for you girls," Mandy explained, "I went through the same process. Everyone in the sorority has since its inception. Or at least that is what they say. I know it was like this twenty years ago when my cousin went here." Now that I had that information I didn't know if it made me feel better or worse. Mandy's face was now flushed and she ran her hand seductively through her hair.

"Is this a lesbian sorority?" I asked finally. I had been nervous to ask it before. But I needed to know. And something about the situation was making me feel bold. I was strangely aroused and I was willing to ask questions.

"Play with your tits," Mandy said, sinking down into her chair. She actually put her feet up on the footboard of her bed. Her feet were only inches from my right hip. I wanted to ask if she was serious, but I knew she was. I didn't dare speak because I was afraid of the consequences. I was in this far, I would just do it. 

I brought my hands up towards my breasts. My fingers were trembling as I did so. Mandy and I were both holding our breath. I felt my fingers graze the skin of my left nipple. I gasped a little, it felt so sensitive. It instantly hardened. My fingers moved closer now, grasping my nipple gently, giving it a little twist. Whatever arousal I was feeling increased exponentially, I felt my pussy getting wet. I could even smell my arousal in the air. My other hand found my breast. I pushed my palm against my breast, squeezing the flesh and feeling the harden nipple against my thumb. I bit my lower lip and looked at Mandy. She was smiling dreamily and watching my motions. I wondered if she could smell me.

"If by lesbian sorority you are asking if everyone in the sorority is a lesbian, the answer is no. If you are asking if you have to be a lesbian to be in, you do not," she said. I guessed that answered my question. But it really didn't tell me much I didn't know. I mean my sister was in and she wasn't a lesbian. Right? I realized I had no idea. I wanted to ask that question. But I couldn't make myself. I continued to stroke my breasts, trying to think of what I would ask and wondering if more information was worth whatever would come next. But finally, I decided I had to ask something.

"Are you a lesbian?" I asked. Mandy didn't miss a beat, the instant the question was out of my mouth, she was giving me my next order.

"Play with you pussy," she demanded. I guess part of me knew that this was what she would say next. It was a natural progression. But the request still came as a shock. My hands stopped moving on my breasts. My right breast was still cupped in my hand and my fingers still pinched my left nipple but I froze. 

This was it, I decided. I was going to say no to this. It was too much. That was probably what this hazing was all about. Pushing me as far as they could until I said "no" and then laughing at me for how long it took. I wanted to believe that was what was happening. But even if it wasn't even if this was serious, I couldn't stand for this, right? Even if it meant I was going to get kicked out of the sorority, I had to stop this. If I didn't want to do this, I just had to say "stop."

Oddly at that moment, I thought of my sister. I thought of her, telling me from the beginning of this process that I didn't know what I was getting into and that I didn't belong in the sorority. She'd warned me and I'd ignored her. I'd wanted to be here so much and why? I began to think she was right. I'd wanted so badly to... to be like her and to impress her that I got in over my head. And what would happen now? I was going to quit. And I would embarrass her in front of her friends in the sorority. I'd lose any respect I was due for growing up because I was quitting. And she was going say, "I told you so." And that was the worst. She was right, and I'd have to admit it. I couldn't do that. More than I didn't want to touch myself for Mandy's amusement, I didn't want to give my sister the satisfaction.

"Okay," I said quietly. My heart was hammering. Mandy looked at me, her eyes following my every movement, but she wasn't breathing. My sexual scent was even more powerful now and the room felt hot. Muggy. Charged. As my resistance faded, I found beneath it a deep well of nameless, faceless desire. It was almost too surprising and terrifying to fully grasp and I focused on the task at hand.

I slid my hand down off of my right breast, letting my thumb slide across my nipple as I did so. I felt a chill run down my spine and stifled a moan. I pretended like that sensation didn't mean anything. My hand grazed under the bottom of my breast and then down across my side and belly. I was just being cautious, I told myself. I wasn't trying to make this look sexy for Mandy. Even if I sort of like the way it felt to have her eyes on me. To feel someone desire me.

Now my palm slid over my hip and started to move down between my legs. My thumb extended out, almost touching my bellybutton. I took in a few shallow breaths, trying to calm myself. My whole body felt like it was on edge, felt hyper aware. I was vaguely cognizant of the fact that I actually wanted to touch myself, to release myself from the tension I felt in the last few days. Just below the surface of my consciousness, I knew that I had to masturbate.

Not that I had a lot of experience masturbating. I, of course, had done it. I was 19 years old at the time after all. But it was not usually something that I made a part of my day. Maybe once every two weeks or so when the mood struck just right in the shower or when I woke up on my belly with some time on a lazy Saturday morning. I'd never felt this need before. And definitely never felt any desire to touch myself in front of anyone.

But now I felt my fingers slid down between my legs. The pads gently grazed my swollen pussy lip and I gasped in. It had never felt so intense. My hand moved low, down towards my slit. It was so incredibly wet that my fingertips were soaked just sliding across my lips. Carefully, I pressed into my wet slid.

"Oh Christ," I moaned. I quickly bit my lip, trying to stay quiet. I don't know why, but I didn't want Mandy to know the turmoil I was feeling. But I dipped my finger deeper into my body, it was hard not to whimper. I felt the hot warmth of my insides, wrapped tightly and softly around my finger and I could barely stand how it felt. My hips thrust almost without my will and the pleasure of my own touch fanned out across my body.

I pulled my finger slowly out of my body. The pleasure of pulling out was maybe more intense that going in. Remembering my other hand, I began to squeeze my left breast. My nipple felt hard and I felt the connection of my body, my pussy growing more sensitive from the attention I gave my breasts and vice versa. 

With my index finger again outside of my body, and now dripping wet, I slowly moved it up my slit. I pressed it against the reddish flesh, enjoying the sensation. I noticed now that my arousal smelled far more intense that it had before. Sharp and feminine it was enveloping me and making me light-headed.

I looked up at Mandy now. Her mouth was slightly open and she was leaning into towards me. She wasn't moving a muscle, it didn't even seem like she was breathing. But I could tell from the motion of her nostrils that she was breathing. And that she was breathing me in, soaking in my scent.

Now my finger had traced its way to the top of my pussy. I stopped, my wet finger just a hairs breadth from my hard, throbbing clit. I traced around the outside of it, teasing myself. My hips shook on the bed, thrusting out into the air. My nipples stood up hard on my body and I felt like I couldn't touch my body enough. I wished I had more hands so I could grab more of my flesh, feel its heat.

When I couldn't take it anymore, I let my sopping finger carefully slide across my hard little clit. I shivered as a wave if pleasure rolled through my body. It vibrated out from between my legs, dripping down my legs and into my toes and then bouncing back up, and flooding across my stomach, my breasts, my neck, and into my brain. I kept my touch light, but I slowly started to circle my finger around my clit. It felt different that the rushed little encounters I'd had with myself in the past, more intense.

As I increased my speed slightly I heard Mandy breathing and smiled at her. I was starting to lose my discomfort. I knew it was still there, that it might actually be the more honest emotion I was feeling. Intellectually, I still did not want this. But the body, when indulged, can overwhelm the rational mind. As my finger moved across my hard clit and my other hand grasped roughly, but lovingly, at my own breast, I was totally in the moment. And Mandy's eyes, the dark pools of need that I saw in her pupils, kept pulling me into it farther and farther. I moaned loudly as the tension and the pleasure built inside of me.

"I am a lesbian," Mandy said in a husky voice. I had almost forgotten that I'd asked a question, I was too focused on my body. What else was I going to ask? I had so many questions, but I could barely remember where I was at this point. But I knew I had to ask something, so I just spit one out.

"Did you have sex with a girl during your Pledge Week?" I asked. Maybe this would give me some more information about what I could expect. At least, that's what I told myself. I dipped my finger once again briefly into my dripping slit. I brought it back to my clit, wetter now and the lack of friction intensified the pleasure.

Mandy didn't say anything in response. Instead, she spun away in her chair. I could tell it was tough for her to look away, I almost heard her groan as I left her sight. For whatever reason, that no longer made me even slightly uncomfortable. I enjoyed, without reservation, that Mandy liked to look at my body and see me feel pleasure.

Mandy started to rummage through her dresser, making a lot of noise. I was curious about what she was doing, but more focused on myself. I pressed harder on my clit now with my wet fingers, squeezing myself a little and panting from the exertion. My sexual scent was overpowering. Mandy stopped moving.

"Use this," she said triumphantly, and then spun around in her chair once again facing me. In her hand she held a strange object. It took me a moment to realize what it was. I was a tapered plastic purple shaft. Rounded at one end and with a small circular handle on the other. It was about six inches long. A dildo. My finger froze on my clit and my palm ceased its motion on my breast.

"I..." have never used one of those, I almost said. And it was true. I'd never even seen a dildo this close before. I was a little intimidated by it. But I never really considered turning down Mandy's request. I was past the point where I was thinking about that. Heather would be proud: I was ready to obey without question, "will take that." I finished my thought after a long pause.

Mandy smiled, took the dildo on and placed it against her lips. Without speaking, she slowly began to press it into her mouth. Her lips were rigid, but she allowed the phallus to pass smoothly into her mouth. I saw her tongue slide out slightly, licking the bottom of the dildo. Eventually, the entire dildo was in her mouth except for the ridged, inch-long handle at the end. Then, just as smoothly, Mandy slid the dildo out of her mouth. As the last bit pulled between her lips, Mandy licked the tip. Then she leaned forward (her face just a few inches from my lap, breathing deeply from her nose) and handed me the wet toy.