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Sorority Pledge Ch. 02

By: GhostHunterDude



Hillary finished up her classes for the day and rushed to the campus library. Dressed in her finest blouse, skirt, and a $650.00 pair of Carven shoes, she was going to meet up with her brother, Peter Stephen Hansen IV - Pete. 

The previous evening, while going through a sorority initiation - a 'test', she found herself lying on her back with her brother between her legs with his cock up inside her tummy. He had just given her the most satisfying foreplay she had ever experienced. He had also given her oral sex for the first time, which resulted in multiple, intense orgasms.

The room the so called test occurred in had been blacked out, and she was supposedly making love to an unknown stranger. The only way to tell what he looked like was with her tactile senses. Only, after the lights had been turned on, the stranger turned out to be her twin brother, Peter. The shock of finding out the marvelous lover was her sibling evolved into an erotic finish that was enhanced by the sheer taboo nature of the act.

Peter and Hillary parted ways professing their love for each other, but given nearly 24 hours, old doubts began to resurface. Peter had been aloof during high school, barely recognizing that Hillary existed. This had cause Hillary to have some pretty intense resentment of her brother. Could one night of blissful sex erase all those negative feelings?

In their younger years, Hillary and her brother had always been close; it was a closeness that could only come from being twins growing up under difficult parentage. Granted, they weren't identical, it was impossible for male and female twins to be anything but fraternal. Still, the same twin bonding took place between them. To have her brother turn away and shun her through the high school years hurt her deeply. Peter had some explaining to do.

As far as the rest of Hillary's family went, her mother was domineering, and her father was remote. Her mother made Hillary's life difficult to say the least, and her father was always working, earning that high six figure income that was entirely unnecessary to keep the family living in luxury. This was because her mother came from 'old money', Hillary's father's income really wasn't necessary at all. Hillary would have settled for considerably less material wealth in exchange for a set of parents that actually cared.

Even with her resentments, Hillary would have told you that she was a bit of an elitist. She had no idea what it was like to be of lesser means; she didn't have the context that would allow her any kind of empathy for the struggling classes. So she came off sounding cruel and cynical at times even though that wasn't her true nature. She also put on a rough veneer to hide the wound that Pete's rejection had caused.

As Hillary approached the library, she did so with a degree of trepidation. What if the lover Peter had evaporated; what if he had turned back into the nebulous standoffish boy he had been over the last four years. If that happened, it would tear her apart. She missed her childhood Peter and wanted him back in the worst way. He had been her port in the storm that protected her from the gales of her parent's making.

She rode the elevator to the second floor and walked to the back of the library; finding the place where she was to meet Peter. Hillary felt herself start to panic when she arrived at their designated meeting spot and Peter wasn't there. Feelings of abandonment were starting to sweep her away like a tsunami. If he stood her up, it was going to break her emotionally.

Just as she was about to retreat back into 'the bitch' façade, she heard, "Hi sis!" behind her. It was Peter. He added with a gleeful tone, "I'm sure glad to see you. I was wondering if you were even going to show, after last night that is."

Hillary wheeled around so fast it nearly made her dizzy. There was Peter, standing in a row of dusty old tomes. Her brother came for her! Finally, she was going to find out why he abandoned her throughout high school. 

She couldn't help herself, even though she was going to make him give her an accounting - a day of reckoning. She was extremely happy to see her brother. She responded, "What about last night?" Then she added, "I enjoyed every second of it, even after I found out my mystery man was you." Seeing how that could be taken wrong she amended, "Um, I meant discovering my wonderful lover was my own dear brother." She was hoping the endearment wasn't wasted. Over the last few years, she had learned to be hard. Right then she felt so vulnerable.

Peter smiled as he walked towards his sister; he pulled her into an embrace and held her tightly against his body. "Gawd, I've missed you Hillary. It's nice to have you back."

Hillary angrily pushed him away so she could look him in the face, "You missed me! I'm not the one who has been missing in action. Why Peter? Tell me why did you push me away! Why did you exclude me from your life?"

Peter had an injured look on his face, "I'm so sorry Hills. I was thinking of you in entirely inappropriate ways. I was seeing you develop into such an attractive, beautiful girl right in front of my eyes, I didn't want to turn my perverted thoughts into perverted actions."

Hillary was dumbfounded, "Perverted thoughts?"

Peter said, "Yes, ever since you came out of puberty, I couldn't help thinking about you in a less than brotherly way. Hillary, as awful as it sounds, I wanted you sexually. I wanted us to do things that brothers and sisters just don't do."

"Oh, you mean like the things we did last night?" retorted Hillary. She was trying to digest the things he was saying, "So, you had the hots for me and that caused you to run away - emotionally. Is that what you're trying to tell me?" 

Peter blushed, "Yes, exactly. If I didn't hang around with you, I couldn't act like the pervert that I was inside my head, the pervert I wanted to be. I wanted inside your panties."

She asked plaintively, "Pete! Why didn't you talk to me about it? Why didn't you explain to me what you were feeling? Instead you surgically cut me out of your life; you took away my lifeline, setting me adrift in a rowboat during a hurricane. You know what mom is like!" She paused and admitted, "Pete you hurt me; you hurt me bad."

Peter, with a look of contrition on his face, said, "I'm so sorry Hillary. I thought I was protecting you - from me."

Hillary said, "You were protecting me from what? Here we are and your worst fears came true last night, only I'm not rejecting you. What we did was beautiful. Society will look on us as pariahs, but I don't care. A freak accident put us together in exactly the way you were trying to avoid. But, if it brings you back into my life, I don't care. You caused us both years of pain by not talking to me.

"I probably would have rejected your advances back then, but I still would have loved you. Logically, I can see your motives; but emotionally -it was still a rejection. I felt abandoned and mother just amplified the situation." Trying to think it through, she added, "Your intentions may have been noble, but the consequences were agonizing." 

Hillary couldn't help herself; she started to cry, "Pete, growing up with a mother who would only criticize, and with a father who doesn't seem to love you was hard enough. You were my only place of safety. Can you see how your detachment could cut like a razor?"

Pete pulled her back into his arms and held her tight, gently rocking the two of them from side to side. "I'm so sorry Hillary; I didn't realize what you were going through. But, you have me now. I'm all yours now and I'll never abandon you again. I promise." Peter just held her, letting Hillary cry out her grief, cry out her loneliness, and cry out her anger; he let her cry out years of bitterness. 

Peter bent down and kissed the top of her head, continuing to gently rock her in his arms. He began to share a few tears of his own, only his were tears of joy, the joy of having his sister back again. He felt awful for abandoning her, especially to their parents, but in his heart he still knew he had been right in doing it. If what happened last night would have happened back when they were 14, it would have caused a host of damaging emotional scars and consequences. It was a time in her life when a teen needed to feel normal more than any other time in their lives. 

After the night before though, Pandora's Box had been opened, cupid's arrow had struck the wrong hearts, Eve had bitten the apple all over again. Life had just dealt them the queen of hearts along with her sister the queen of spades. Why would fate deal them such a losing hand?

Pete would never be able to look at Hillary again and see just his sister. The young woman he was with last night, carnally, was so much more than a sister. She was the love of his life he had been seeking, she was his soul mate. Looking back, he had always known that. Romeo and Juliet had it easy! With that said, at least Hillary and he were both Capulets. 

As Hillary's tears started to dry up, Pete whispered into her ear, "Hillary, I love you so much."

Hillary responded through sniffs, "I love you too, Peter, with all my heart." Then she asked, "How are we going to make this work?" She rested her cheek against Peter's shoulder. "I couldn't stand to lose you again."

"I think we can be together, but we have to be discreet." responded her brother, "We absolutely need keep our relationship to ourselves. The last I heard, incest is illegal - a felony in this state. Right now, our weak link is that friend of yours, Sherri what's her name." 

"Sherlyn." corrected Hillary, "I don't know her all that well, yet. We're just pledges together. She seems like a real airhead, but I think it's due to naivety more than stupidity. I think I like her."

Peter chuckled, "Well, don't forget Terrance, the love of her life."

Hillary grimaced, "With him, I think you're right; he's the real wildcard. I don't know anything about him." Then she returned to the 800 lb. gorilla in the room, Hillary asked, "So, do you want to continue with the physical relationship we established last night?"

Pete said resolutely, "Yes I do, provided you do too. Hillary, I mean it, I love you, and I don't mean brotherly love."

Hillary giggled, "Well, I have the same problem. I love you too, Peter -gawd, what an absolute mess!" Even if Hillary hadn't been caught up in the incest herself, she would have acquiesced, to keep Peter in her life.

Pete asked, "Do you want to rent an apartment?"

Hillary said, "If I don't join this stupid sorority, mother will probably make my life a living hell. I'm sure father is breathing down your neck to join your fraternity too. I think we better go through with earning membership; we need to be accepted as adherents before we start making other arrangements. In the meantime, we'll just have to find ways to be together. I would like us to date too, Peter. I want us to do other things besides fucking."

Pete questioned, "Well, what happened last night, it can't be a one-time thing for me. Hillary, I need you physically. I want to be your lover."

Hillary stared up into her brother's eyes, "I need you that way too, lover boy. You were fantastic; I've never felt so loved - physically or emotionally. But, I want our relationship to be more than just sex. I want the sex, so don't worry about that. But, I still would like us to date, to be a normal couple." 

Then Hillary got an idea, "What I need to do it switch roommates so I'm rooming with Sherlyn, at least until her and I need to move into the sorority house. That way I can keep an eye on her and Terrance, and we can get away with sneaking you in at night. I'm sure with Terrance in Sherlyn's life; it will be a reciprocal agreement."

Pete grinned, "Awesome idea! But, what do we do about this evening?"

Hillary stared up at Pete and giggled, "Are you horny already brother?" 

"As a stag in rut!" replied her brother. Then he suggested, "Why don't we use the credit card dad opened for me, and let's rent a motel room for the weekend. What do you think?"

Hillary pulled Peter's hand slipped it up underneath her skirt, letting it glide over her wet panties. "Does this answer your question?"

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Peter loved being between Hillary's legs, licking and sucking on her pussy lips. It was Sunday afternoon and Peter was going down on her for the fifth or sixth time since they checked into the Comfort Inn. Each time he was rewarded with Hillary having multiple rolling orgasms, filling his mouth with her girl cum repeatedly. She didn't squirt, but she flowed copiously each time her orgasm reached a crescendo. Peter would gather several tablespoons of her love juices so he could swish it around in his mouth.

As a reward for his strict attention to her needs, Peter received several blowjobs with the one on Saturday afternoon being significant. Hillary, after her normal tricks, Peter loved it when she licked the tender spot under his scrotum, sucked him hard and actually let him cum inside her mouth for the first time. She told him that she was a little afraid to do it before; she heard horror stories on how bad a guy's sperm tasted.

Hillary told him, "After personally experiencing having your semen in my mouth; I can state unequivocally that all the rumors were a bald face lies." She explained to him, "If anything, it tasted bland. Unlike my cum, which I can taste on your lips and face after you eat my pussy, your cum doesn't have the light tangy taste nor was it sweet. It just has a mild, bland, earthy taste.

"The biggest lie put to rest is that semen tastes salty. So many people who I've heard describe semen obviously have never tasted it. If anything," she told Pete, "it is the texture that could turn people off. It comes out kind of lumpy, kind of sticky, and then it starts to liquefy almost immediately. At first it has the consistency of a ball of snot - a loogie. After it liquefies, it's more like the slime from boiled okra, or getting a tasteless glob of KY lubricant inside your mouth."

Peter appreciated Hillary's description, but he wasn't planning on wolfing down any sperm any time soon, other than what might be on Hillary's pussy after they fucked. He actually enjoyed cleaning her up, even though he got some of his own cum in his mouth. Peter didn't ever see himself sampling any semen direct from the tap.

The description of guy cum aside, Pete had totally enjoyed each and every time she went down on him. She was becoming really good at sucking his cock and she seemed to be able to take more and more of his seven inch cock into her mouth at a time. 

On the other side of the coin, Pete loved the way Hillary would squirm all over the bed while he sucked, licked and kissed her pussy, letting her climaxes overwhelmed her; there was nothing more erotic to him than watching a woman cum. He especially loved it when that woman was his dear, delightful, beautiful, blond sister. 

In between breaks for meals, walks in the park, a movie, and a drive in the country, the two of them had fucked doggie style, Pete on top, Hillary on top facing forwards, Hillary on top facing away, Peter spooning Hillary from behind, Hillary taken from the side, and Peter's personal favorite, having Hillary impale herself on his hard shaft while sitting facing him in his lap. He loved the lap thing because of the close intimacy it afforded. It even trumped the missionary position.

The last time he had his cock up inside his twin was first thing that morning, during their shower. Peter took her standing up with her facing him. Hillary really loved that one. Not only could she feel Peter's long cock slip up into her tummy, but she luxuriated in the feel of their warm wet skin gliding against each other. She could barely support herself after Peter's cock, repeatedly sliding over her clit, gave her a fantastic orgasm.

After the shower, Pete was so spent that even if he could have gotten it up, he couldn't have kept it that way. He was completely fucked out.

Of course that didn't keep him from enjoying her with his mouth. 

The two of them had acted like newlyweds all through the weekend. They got very little sleep with all their magnificent love making. But, they also got to spend a lot of quality non-sexual time together too. They were taking the time to get reacquainted with each other after the four year separation. They quickly learned they still reveled in each other's company. Just like when they were kids.

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By Sunday evening, their last night together before a busy week began; Hillary was lying naked in her brother's arms. She announced, "This week is going to hectic. Tomorrow night they are going to announce the second test at the sorority house. They told us to make no plans for Wednesday night, so I'm sure whatever will happen, it will happen then. 

"Knowing those heartless bitches, it's going to be something sexual again. How can I become a sister to such a heartless, amoral bunch of women? It's like they totally enjoy humiliating pledges; it's like they live for it. Debasing other women seems to give them sadistic pleasure."

Peter snuggled his face into her neck and pondered, "I wonder if it's just a case of revenge paid forward. They can't get back at the women who did it to them, so they take it out on the new women trying to join. It's almost like child abuse; it's an ugly living thing, spanning from generation to generation. A legacy of dysfunction passed down through the years.

Hillary asked, "Peter, what if they want me to perform more sex acts? I mean during the first test they had us having sex with complete strangers. What's to keep them from coming up with something along the same lines, only worse? I can't see the tests getting easier."

Peter kissed her lips gently, "Hillary, do what you have to do. I won't be the only boyfriend who gets cuckolded from the vicious whores. The key is to get mom off your ass, right?"

Hillary asked with more than a little concern, "Won't it make you jealous?"

Peter smiled, "Of course it will, but it's not like you're cheating. I see it more like you're getting raped. At the very least, it's coercion. I will be pissed off at them, not you." 

Hillary groused, "Well, I hope you feel the same way after it happens. Peter, I don't want to lose you again. I'll do anything to keep you!"

Peter grinned, "You're not going to lose me, it's not going to happen." With that, he pulled her hand down to feel his ridged penis. 

Hillary giggled and said, "You're insatiable! I'm not going to be able to walk to class tomorrow." With that said, Hillary asked, "How do you want to do it this time, lover boy?" 

Peter grinned and belted out, "Woof!"

Hillary giggled, "Why do you like to do it that way so much?"

Peter chuckled, "Easy. It's because I can watch."

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Monday evening came entirely too soon for Hillary. At least she would finally know what was coming up on Wednesday evening. Not knowing was driving her insane with anxiety. She was sitting with Sherlyn, her soon to be new roommate, when Melinda, the sorority president, came into the room.

"Well ladies," the sorority president started, "I have a special deal to offer you for your second test. This will be entirely voluntary on your part; you can always opt for our ordinary humiliating, debasing, and painful test. Or, you can volunteer to help out with our little fund raising project.

"In conjunction with our associate fraternity, Alpha Lambda Zeta - you met their pledges last week -we came up with a fund raising idea to raise money for Shriners Hospitals. An elite group of the fraternity alumni will hold an auction, where they can bid on the favors of a young woman for the night. We have been holding these auctions now for the last 5 years, with exemplary results. This year, we've decided to let you pledges participate in the auction as your second test in hopes to raise more money. 


Sorority Pledge Ch. 02



"I want you to take note, before you make your decision, that several of our current sisters will be participating in the auction - ten of us to be exact. We are talking second through fourth year sisters. Ten women will hardly be enough for the large group of gentlemen gathered for this exciting event. We are hoping that the eight pledges left in contention for a shot at sisterhood will agree to join in.

"To sweeten the pot, I will give the girl who garners the highest bid five honor points toward the first year position where you can become a full sister. Just think: sisterhood without all the first year hazing. The offer will not be tendered to those who pursue the traditional test.

"In the spirit of full disclosure, the winner of your bid will be able to use you anyway they want as long as it doesn't leave marks or results in injury. For the majority of you, this won't be a problem, since the average bid winner will just want to get into your panties, fuck you silly, until they exhaust themselves. From experience, there are a couple gentlemen that like things a little rougher. Those that have gotten too rough in the past, those who break the no marks rule, are never allowed to bid again. They are put on probation within the fraternal order.

"Are there any questions, and this time I mean you can actually ask a few."

Sherlyn the inquisitive asked, "How will anybody know if a bid winner get out of line?"

Melinda smiled, Hillary thought she might have cracked her face doing it. Melinda said, "Nobody will know, not until the next morning. That's a hazard you will have to risk. We've never had anyone get seriously hurt though, ever. You are more likely to get injured during the normal test. Again, most of the bidders are looking to get a little strange pussy before they return home to their loving wives.

"Some of the gentlemen are important men - politicians, judges, law enforcement, doctors, lawyers, multi-millionaires, etc...

"Your job will be to make sure the bid winners have a good time. This is to keep them bidding high in subsequent years. If you happen to come out of it having been pleasured yourself, consider that to be a bonus. I can tell you that I've had a wonderful time each time I've been auctioned off."

Tanya, one of Hillary's fellow pledges, spoke up for the first time, "So basically, you want us to be prostitutes for the night."

Melinda scowled, "That was a statement, not a question. Since nobody is paying you anything for sexual favors, it isn't prostitution. All the money, all of it, will go to the Shriners. All we are doing is matching up fellows willing to donate a good deal of money to the charity, with a willing woman in which they can have a fun night with."

Hanna, the red, as Hillary liked to think of her, she looked like a living version of Meredith from the animated movie 'Brave', asked, "When will the ordeal be over?"

Melinda shook her head, not believing the question, "If it's going to be an ordeal for you, I suggest you take the more traditional test. I swear that it's never been an ordeal for me. I look at it as a way for us women to have a nice one night stand without being labeled a slut, whore, or worse. 

"The world has a huge double standard, a guy can screw around and be worshipped for his prowess; where a woman doing the same thing earns a Staples 'easy' button and is branded in all kinds of unflattering ways."

"To answer the underlying question, you will stay with your gentleman until 8:00am, or until he releases you, whichever comes first. If you decided to spend more time than that with your temporary paramour, that's up to you."

Melinda asked the girls, "Okay, enough of the sales pitch. I want a show of hands, who's in and who's not?" Out of the eight pledges left after the first test, seven of them raised their hands. Little did the girl who opted out know, but she was to be shown the door right after the meeting. The field of contenders dropped to seven. 

Hillary was one of the volunteers; even so, she was very reluctant. She still didn't know how her having sex with another man would affect Peter and her budding new relationship. All this bizarre sorority shit was making her feel like Alice after she fell down the rabbit hole. 

Tuesday, she met up with Peter at the east campus Starbucks. He was going to help her move all her things to Sherlyn's room. The room swap had been approved. 

Hillary filled Peter in on the second 'test'; the whole time she was studying his eyes, his face, and his posture for signs of disapproval. All she needed was just one sign from him that he wouldn't approve and she would bail out of the task in a heartbeat. What she saw was resigned acceptance.

Peter asked, "So, what you will be doing is putting yourself on the slave auction block. You must willingly submit to whatever the highest bidder wishes. That sounds pretty damn open ended if you ask me. I could think up a 101 perverse things that could end up being very unpleasant for you - no marks." Peter had known of the auction, he didn't know that it would involve the pledges.

"Gee thanks, Pete." retorted Hillary sarcastically, "Thank you for the reassurance."

Peter smiled and stated, "De nada, anything for the love of my life, mi amor acariciada." 

"Seriously Peter," Hillary asked, "Did I make the right decision?"

Peter, giving Hillary a serious look replied, "I think so, almost anything has to be better than the gauntlet. I've heard that they've sent women to the hospital from the paddling. Then there is the booze thing. I guess the alcohol abuse is not so bad for you women, but it gets seriously out of control for us guys. My opinion is that if you can get out of the traditional hazing, do it."

Hillary asked, "Okay, so like where are you going to be when our little auction takes place?" 

Peter grinned, "In the crowd of bidders, that's where. We don't get our next task until Saturday."

Hillary was surprised. With a spark of hope, she asked, "Are you going to be able to bid?"

"Yes. But, I was keeping that as a surprise." answered Pete. Then he amended, "Don't get your hopes up of me winning though, Hills. From what I understand, there will be some heavy hitters that will have their wallets open." Then he decided to let Hillary in on one additional fact, "Hillary, not to scare you, but this auction is going to be in conjunction with the fraternity's nationwide annual alumni convention. You are potentially going to be herded out in front of over a thousand of men."

Hillary exclaimed, "Oh fuck! Really? You have to be kidding me!"

Pete grimaced and said, "No, I'm afraid not. I'm just trying to set expectations; the chance of me winning the bid for you is pretty remote. Often, the winning bids go into the thousands of dollars from what I've been told."

Hillary shook her head sadly, then she bent over and kissed Peter tenderly, "Well, it sounded good while it lasted."

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Wednesday evening came way too soon for Hillary. The fraternity had rented a smaller exhibition hall that was part of a larger hotel complex for their get-together. The girls were just a side show for the larger 3 day party that was billed as a convention. Hillary was pretty sure that it was an excuse for a bunch of men to get out of the house, and into an environment where they could misbehave with relative impunity.

The sorority sisters and her fellow pledges all dressed provocatively. Most were in some sort of sexual costuming. School girl uniforms, stripper outfits, teddies, nighties, leathers, you name it and they dressed in it. Hillary decided that she was going to give Peter a chance to win, so she dressed perfectly normal. 

Well, maybe a bit more dressed up a bit nicer than normal, but in ordinary clothing. Hillary had on an expensive dark gray, worsted wool skirt that came down a couple of inches above her knees. She had a lovely white rayon blouse that had a wide ruffled button strip that ran down the front; she had it buttoned conservatively above her cleavage. Over that, she had on a macramé maroon wool vest. As an accent, she had a colorful silk scarf around her neck. On her legs, she wore a pair of those new tatted black calf high stockings and a really nice pair of pumps. She was dressed just one step below business formal.

Hillary presumed that would turn off many of the bidders who would be competing against Peter.

Hillary watched girl after girl go on auction. They had a real auctioneer spouting out his rapid fire bid producing cadence. As each girl went on stage, a bright spotlight beamed down spotlighting their bodies as they posed provocatively. Many of the girls were fetching bids in the thousands of dollars.

Sherlyn, who was in line just in front of Hillary, asked in a whisper, "Do you think my costume is okay? It's not too risqué is it?" Sherlyn had dressed in a really short full skirted dress that gathered just below her breasts and flared out from there. It barely came down to cover her bum. She was holding a very large lollypop as a prop. Her long brown hair was done in two puppy dog tails and had long twisting curls that hung down the side of her head. Under the skirt, Sherlyn had on a pair of little girl style panties, the kind with ruffles all over. Sherlyn looked like a 5'-8" tall little girl, with nice boobs. Hillary was sure to the right bidder, that Sherlyn looked adorable.

Hillary gave the Sherlyn the requested comment, "You look really cute, Sherlyn. I think you'll do really well."

All too soon, Sherlyn was on the stage. She stood there looking shy, not a hard act for Sherlyn who was naturally reserved. She had the tip of her index finger in her mouth, her toes pointed in, and her knees knocked. Hillary thought her friend's pose was perfect. 

So did the bidders. After a bidding war that lasted nearly five minutes, Hillary was amazed that Sherlyn had a high bid of $24,500, which was almost an all-time record. Hillary had to admit that Sherlyn had a really nice figure and a cute face. The girl was a hard act to follow. In other words, for Hillary purposes, it was perfect! She was next.

When it was Hillary's turn, she was directed to walk out onto the stage. The spotlight all but blinded her. So she couldn't see any of the bidding crowd. She was happy for it; if she could have seen all the lusting, leering men, she would have been a complete basket case. The idea of crawling between the sheets with another strange man made her skin crawl. This time there would be no inky darkness of a blacked out room to hide her lover in anonymity. 

Hillary was shock as the first bid called out was $5000.00. The average starting bid was usually a hundred or two, not in the thousands. Several of the women's winning bids were below Hillary's opening. The bid was quickly followed up with another bid of $7500.00, quickly followed by $10,000. Hillary knew that Pete was already hopelessly outbid. 

The bidding continued. Hillary heard another man call out $12,000 followed by yet another voice with $15,000. At $18,000 it narrowed down to three or four bidders. The bid zipped by $20,000 like it was pocket change. At $25,000 Hillary started to hyperventilate. What the hell was happening?

Down to two bidders, they went up $2500.00 at a time as the two of them passed through $30,000, not even showing signs of slowing. Hillary wondered if it had been Sherlyn that stirred them up. Hillary was dressed as a business woman, not a sex object. What the hell was going on?

One of the two bidders decided to end the auction on the spot. He yelled out $50,000. After a second or two, the auctioneer convinced the second bidder to up the ante to $55,000. Frustrated that he hadn't won the bid yet, the jump bidder called out, "Let's end this! I bid $100,000! Top that!" Hillary asked herself, 'Who would be so insane as to bid that much money on her?'

The auctioneer tried to tease out yet another bid from the opposing bidder, but it was just a bit rich for his blood. Nobody had ever paid $50,000 before; $100,000 was setting an entirely new and lofty bench mark for future auctions. Due to the light in her face, Hillary hadn't been able to see any of the men whom bid on her. She wondered who won the bid. Even if she could have seen the bidder, it wouldn't have done her any good. The man who placed the winning bid for her was just a surrogate for the man who would actually be paying the substantial amount of money so he could help himself to Hillary's body.

A blond girl named Stephanie followed Hillary. She was won for a respectable $6000.00. Following her was a girl named Elaine, who had long black hair and a light complexion. She was purchased for $4500.00. The final bid was on one of the sorority sisters, who gave the audience quite a show performing a little bump and grind, her body was secured for $5000.00. All in all, it had been a really good night for the Shriners.

After the auction was concluded, the girls were to report to the Sorority's table in the back corner of the hall. As a man won a bid, he made arrangements for payment and then was allowed to drop off a room key, to be used by the girl he bought and paid for. She was to make her way to his room to await her evening assignment.

When Hillary reported to the table, instead of a room key, she was instructed to go to the front of the Hotel where she would be met. She was more than a little uneasy with - frightened by - the arrangement. She was leaving the safety of the Hotel, where all her 'sisters' would be putting out throughout the night.

She stood out on the sidewalk, wondering what to do next, when a limo pulled up. Not one of the gaudy things people rented for special occasions like proms or anniversaries, but a real limousine that looked like it belonged to a very wealthy person. The driver rolled down the passenger window and said, "Hello, you are Miss Hansen, correct?"

Hillary nodded her head, "Yes, that's me."

The driver smiled, placed the vehicle in park, and then got out of the limo and came around and opened the door for Hillary. "Please, climb in Miss Hansen. I'm afraid this is going to be a fairly long ride. We will be going out onto the cape where you will be met by your, um, client."

"Client!" exclaimed Hillary. She snapped, "I'm not a call girl, sir! I'm only doing this for the charity. So get all that client bull shit out of your head right now!"

The driver looking contrite replied, "I'm so sorry Miss Hansen, calling you a hooker wasn't my intent. I realized you are actually a lady of means, your mother and all."

Hillary was shocked, "What do you know about my mother?!"

The driver blushed, "Just what my employer told me. It seems that he knows your mother."

Hillary climbed into the limousine, as the driver closed the door behind her, she was miffed. She thought, 'Oh this is just fucking great, I was won by one of my mother's cronies. It's just like the bitch to arrange for me to get a $100,000 bid.' 

Too bad Hillary couldn't arrange to have it be the headline of tomorrow morning's newspaper; mother would love that kind of publicity - NOT! She could just see the headline, 'Local Heiress Commands Highest Bid Ever.' That followed by an article spelling out how Hillary, an heiress to the Randall fortune, auctioned herself off for sexual favors.' Of course the Randall fortune had already been divided up three different ways, approximately $500 million each, between her mother and two uncles that Hillary didn't know, or care to know. She didn't even know her uncles names.

Hillary settled back into the comfortable limo seat. Her parents drove ordinary cars and didn't see the need to waste precious funds on things like limos or drivers. Her father drove a Jaguar XJR LWB, starting price of $119,000. He loved the 550 horsepower engine in the luxury car. Her mother preferred German and drove a more subdued Mercedes S550 sedan. As it sat on the showroom floor, her mom had paid over $120,000 for the thing.

The driver rolled down the partition window and told Hillary, "The cabinet in front of you is a small mini-bar. Feel free to help yourself. It's refrigerated, so the wine and champagne are cold. You don't look like a beer drinker."

Thanking the driver, Hillary opened the cabinet to see that it was well stocked with a variety of mini bottles. On the refrigerated side, she found what interested her was a bottle of 2004 Pierre Trimbach Riesling wine. She knew the wine to be from the Alsace region of France and that it had superb flavor. She needed a glass, maybe two, to calm her nerves. 

As promised the ride took nearly 2 hours. Hillary knew from experience that she was well out on the cape and wasn't too far from her family's summer home. The limousine pulled up to a large gate baring entrance to an estate. After punching in a key code, the gates swung open to admit the vehicle. Hillary was amazed that it took another 3 minutes to get to a magnificent mansion after going through the security fence. 

Once the limo pulled up in front of the house, the driver got out and opened the car door for the 18 year old girl. He instructed her to report to the main entrance and for her to ring the doorbell. Someone would be waiting for her. The limo pulled away as she walked towards the door. 

Hillary was suitably impressed with the old mansion. They just didn't build the huge ornate Victorians like it anymore. She suspected the large home was built in the mid-1850s. Hillary knew a bit about architecture in the area, and this home was one of the more opulent examples of the early Victorian era.

As Hillary arrived at the door, just as she was reaching for the doorbell, the door swung open revealing an aged man in servant attire. He smiled and said, "Miss Hansen, I am so pleased to meet you. If you would, please come this way." The man led her up a wide staircase leading up from the main foyer. 

As Hillary made her way to whatever destination the servant was leading her to, she marveled in the beautiful rich woodwork. The old home had been maintained meticulously; it was obvious that the owner of the home really cared for the place. 

Once upstairs, the servant led her down the hall to a nicely decorated sitting room. Hillary felt like she had stepped back in time 150 years. The room was decorated in an elegant cherry wood paneling and period wallpaper. The inside wall had floor to ceiling hardwood bookshelves. 

The room was toasty warm; it had a small fire laid in the fireplace. It was a sharp contrast to the cool evening temperatures outside. Everything about the room was welcoming.

The butler, or whatever he was, told her that a man named Nathaniel would be with her momentarily. No last name of the gentleman was offered. This caused Hillary's curiosity to be piqued; she wondered why the identity of her host was being protected. Hillary took a seat in a high back chair to wait for her host.

All of a sudden, a man with a considerable presents blew in through the door like a storm squall. He smiled, "Ah, Hillary, I'm so happy to get to finally meet you. You are such an incredibly beautiful young lady. I can see so much of your mother in you." He took her hand and bent over it and planted a kiss on its back. "That said, I do hope that you aren't anywhere as bitchy as the shrew you call mother." 

Hillary was beginning to like this man, whoever he was. Hillary stammered, "Um, I'm glad to make your acquaintance..." She left it hanging to elicit the man's name. 

The late 30s man smiled and said, "Please, call me Nate." 

"Just Nate?" asked Hillary. She wanted to know the man's full name in the worst way. 

The man smiled, "Yes, just Nate for now. I don't want to spoil the surprise."

Hillary studied the impeccably dressed and well groomed man who looked familiar. More than curious, she asked, "What surprise is that?"




Sorority Pledge Ch. 02



The man grinned, "Well, let's enjoy each other's company this evening - tonight. Then we'll make more formal introductions. In the morning, I'll let you in on some important information." Then he asked, "Can I get you anything to drink?"

Hillary, staying with her beverage of choice for the evening asked, "Do you have any Riesling?" 

Nate smiled, "Ah, a girl after my own heart." He asked, "Will a 2009 Keller G-Max be suitable?" 

Hillary gasped in surprise. Bottles of the 2009 vintage G-Max were selling in the neighborhood of $3000 to $3500. It was a collector's vintage. She asked Nate, "Why on earth would you open a bottle of '09 Keller'?"

Nate grinned, "Ah, you know your wine, young lady! I would open it to celebrate making your acquaintance, that's why." Then he said in a dismissing tone, "It's not a big deal. I have three more bottles. I can spare the one."

Hillary smiled demurely, "Well, if you're willing to open it, I'm certainly willing to have a glass."

Nate shook his head, "Glass? If I open the bottle, we will enjoy it to the last drop." Then he smiled, "I can't think of more pleasant company to share a nice bottle of Keller with." The man called out, "George! The 2009 Keller, please!"

The butler stepped into the room, "Are you sure sir? That's an exceptional vintage."

Nate smiled at the venerable geriatric servant and said, "Yes George, I have a special guest tonight. One who cost me a 100 grand, just so I could get her to come pay me a visit." Turning back to Hillary, "You see Hillary; I don't get out much lately. The internet allows me to tend to business right here from the house."

Hillary asked a bit flippantly, "Okay Nate, how do you know my mother and me? Are you some kind of stalker?"

"Stalker? Heaven's no!" exclaimed the eccentric man. "Let's just say I have a vested interest for now. I'll make it plain for you before you head home." They both looked up as George returned with chilled glasses of a pale yellow wine. As he served his employer and his guest, Nate continued, "Let me say, I have a reason for having you here tonight, other than for the obvious purpose. 

"I know I won the bid, but I will allow you to bow out of your obligation if you so wish. But, if you are willing, I would really like to see where the evening leads. After all, 100 grand is a lot of money, I'm sure the Shriners will be pleased with it."

Hillary sipped her wine and commented, "This has a wonderful taste and bouquet!" The wine had the most interesting taste of any dry Riesling she had ever savored. Then continuing to evaluate her situation, she said, "Well, as they say, it's your dime. I honor my contracts, Mr..." She didn't feel anywhere as cavalier as she sounded. Inside, she was a bundle of nerves; anxiety threatened to overwhelm her.

Nate didn't bite. He ignored her obvious request for his last name. He grinned, "Wonderful! I'm looking forward to our evening, more than you would possibly know." Standing and grabbing his glass, Nate asked, "Would you mind terribly accompanying me to my bed suite?" He offered Hillary his arm.

During their conversation Hillary had been evaluating her evening's companion. He seemed to be very charming as well as pleasing to the eye. He was nicely built, much like Peter. Obviously, the man did something to keep in shape. She was beginning to relax somewhat, but she still harbored a lingering inner dread. Nate didn't seem the type to be into BDSM or some other weird fetish, at least as far as she could tell.

Hillary tried one more time to pry some information out of him as she put her arm though his. As he led her towards the door, she asked, "So, how do you know my mother?"

Nate gave her a beaming smile and said, "Let's just say for now that she and I were lovers many years ago. Back before she let all the wealth go to her head. What dear old Julia doesn't realize, is she can't take it with her when her number's up. She'll get the same small piece of real-estate in the end that everyone else gets. Maybe she'll sleep under a larger sculptured rock, but dead is dead all the same."

As Nate led her down the hall, Hillary wondered why the man became so morbid all of a sudden. Changing the subject, she asked, "So, you belong to Alpha Lambda Zeta?"

Nate grimaced, the first break in his charming façade. He stated, "Yes, I plead guilty to belonging to that dreadful organization. I've never met a match for the appalling bunch of reprobates and degenerates that belong to the so called fraternal order. Of course, here I am, leading a barely legal, beautiful, very blond, young woman down the hall to my lair. Maybe I belong with that crowd more than I admit." With those words, the pair stepped into a very large, lavishly decorated bedroom. 

Nate invited Hillary to have a seat on the settee. After she was comfortably settled, the man sat down next to her. He took her hand looked into her eyes. Hillary noted that the man's eyes sparkled with both mischief and something more. Was it admiration? There was definitely lust there. She was happy to see a look of approval. Was the longing she saw for her body, or was it something more? She had so many questions she wished to ask to appease her curiosity, but they really didn't need to be asked under the circumstances. 

The man had bought the rights to her body for the night, and she would honor the arrangement. Honoring contracts was something her father had drilled into both Peter's and her head over and over again. Instead of love, Hillary got contract law from her father. She considered it a bad deal.

Nate and she exchanged trivial bits of information about themselves as they finished their wine. As their glasses emptied, Nate called for George to refill their glasses. After pouring the glasses full, Nate dismissed the older man. "George, I don't think I'll need you again this evening. Feel free to take off." 

George smiled and said, "Yes sir. If you do find yourself in need of anything, anything at all, I'll be in my room."

Nate smiled fondly as his eyes followed the old man as he wandered out the door of the bedroom. Nate sighed, "I don't know what I did to deserve such a loyal and faithful companion. George is a wonderful person, Hillary."

Hillary found it odd for Nate to have such a fondness for hired help. She thought, 'Well, to each their own.'

As the couple talked, Nate drank from his left hand. Hillary noted that his right was conspicuously on her leg, just above her knee. He would tap her knee to emphasize points in their conversation. 

He told her how the old mansion had been in the family for well over a century, how it had been built by an early ancestor, going into its construction. He told her that the back of the house had a wonderful view out between the islands and out onto the ocean. On a good day, he said you could see ships passing out on the horizon. He added, "Remind me to take you out back in the morning and show you the view. It's fantastic."

Hillary announced, "I need to get back early in the morning. I have classes."

Nate frowned and suggested, "Why don't you plan of skipping classes, at least your early ones. You will probably want to sleep in in the morning. Plus, it will give us a chance to discuss the real reason I have you out here."

Hillary hated the no knowing what this man was withholding from her. He kept teasing her with the true reason she was there, obviously it wasn't just for the sex. The looks that Nate was giving her, told her the sex was important to the man; she could tell he wanted her. What tugged at her mind was what was so important that it made having her in his bed for the night just a side show?

The conversation stopped, the glasses were empty, Hillary had a nice buzz going from the expensive wine, and Nate was just sitting, studying her face. She was sure the man was ready to start the show. A minute later, her observation proved true when Nate slowly moved his lips towards hers.

At first, the man just grazed her lips. Then after a pause, he came back for seconds. Finding no resistance, he returned for the full feast. After several minutes, as Hillary got used to kissing the stranger, she found herself enjoying kissing Nate. After several more minutes, she found herself wrapped arm in arm with the man, kissing him fervently. Hillary thought to herself, 'Wow, I'm such a slut. I'm getting all worked up in a stranger's arms. Oh well, go with it girl.' She was enjoying the hell out of snogging with the older man.

Hillary began to tremble as Nate slipped his tongue in between her lips. Peter was the first boy she ever French kissed with. With him, she discovered she completely enjoyed it with the right partner. Nate was more than satisfactory to enjoy the dance of tongues with.

Nate reached to Hillary's front and pulled her vest away from her chest and off her shoulders. Since the room was warm, and being inside Nate's arms was even warmer, she wasn't going to miss the heavy wool garment. She was sure it wasn't the only piece of clothing she was about to lose. 

Nate took the time to pull off his evening jacket after divesting Hillary of her vest. He wanted Hillary naked and into his bed in the worst way. Julia, Hillary's mother, had been a beautiful woman, but she paled in comparison to the girl. He had the mother in his youth, and now he would have her daughter in his middling years. He was so glad he had the time and the health to enjoy such an angel.

Nate broke the kiss and whispered, "I loved the way you dressed tonight. I'm so glad you didn't go for one of those bawdy costumes like so many of the girls like to wear." 

Hillary couldn't help herself thinking of the little Miss Bo Peep like costume her friend and roommate, Sherlyn, wore for the evening. Hillary had swapped rooms the night before with Peter's help. Hillary loathed the idea of dressing as provocatively as some of the women had done, not in front of several hundred men at least.

Hillary learned a lesson from the auction, it wasn't the bows and ribbons that excited the boys, it was unwrapping the present. Her dress accentuated what she had underneath, without showing her like so much meat. She had been dressed like so many of the men's office assistants, they figured that Hillary offered the tryst with a girl like the one that worked for them.

Nate started to nuzzle Hillary's neck. The girl felt herself tremble as Nate found her right ear with his mouth. He sucked on her ear lobe and kissed behind her ear. All of it was causing her ardor to grow. Then he ran the tip of his tongue lightly along the inside curves of her ear. Instead of being grossed out like with a 'wet willy' she relished the sensation. Her pussy started to moisten up from the eroticism of the moment.

As Nate continued to plant wet kisses on her neck and under her chin, his fingers were busy unbuttoning Hillary's silky feeling blouse. She loved rayon, it was so soft, yet such a sturdy cloth. One button at a time, Nate had her entire front open, which was just fine with Hillary. She wanted to feel everything as the man moved down from her neck to make love to her breasts. 

The man kissed down her neck and onto her shoulders ever so slowly. As he liberally planted kisses on Hillary's bare skin, he undid his own shirt. Once unbuttoned, he first removed his own shirt, and then he pulled Hillary's out from the waist band of her skirt, so he could slip the garment off her arms. This left Hillary naked from the waist up. 

When Hillary dressed for the evening, she saw no need for a bra, knowing she would just have to take it off. She wore the vest to prevent giving men a peep show through the translucent white cloth of her blouse.

Nate took several seconds to pull his sleeveless undershirt over his head. He pulled Hillary back against him as his mouth found hers again. Her neck and shoulders temporarily abandoned. He loved the way the young woman kissed; she gave herself over to it, letting it consume her consciousness. This was heady stuff for the 36 year old widower. What he especially liked was the feel of the girl's naked, hard nipples and warm breasts pressed up against his bare chest. 

As they resumed kissing, Nate pulled the girl to her feet. They stood in each other's arms, hands finding each other's bodies. Nate pulled the clasp open to Hillary's skirt allowing the garment to sit loosely on the shapely curves of her hips. With the waistband of her outer garment loosed, Nate reached inside the back of her skirt, his fingers darting under the waistband of her panties as he found hands full of naked butt cheeks.

Hillary moaned into the man's mouth as she felt his hands slide inside her panties to massage her cheeks. She absolutely loved having her butt kneaded like bread dough. Hillary could feel herself start to drip as her passion grew. She knew the panel to her panties had to be soaked from her prodigious flow of juices. 

Nate broke the kiss for the second time and returned to do another cursory job on her neck, only this time his destination was her chest. He had to have one of those luscious hard pink nipples in his mouth. It was like he had stepped into a time machine and was back with the girl's mother, whom as a girl had the same light pink nipples at the time. 

Taking his time, to make sure Hillary was getting the ultimate enjoyment from his kisses, Nate finally was rewarded with beautiful goose bumped skin, and he delighted with a hard pink nipple between his lips.

With the attention Nate was giving her titties, Hillary would have sworn that she was frothing between her legs like a rabid wolf. She knew that her secretions didn't amount to that much, but in her passion, it was enough to keep her panties wet, giving her that cool sensation between her legs as the air circulated up underneath her skirt. To intensify the feeling, she reached down and unzipped it and let it drop down over her hips. Now more air could circulate between her legs cooling the wet panel of her panties.

She was standing nearly naked in front of the stranger, and she didn't care a whit. The man was an amazing lover; he rivaled Peter. Nate was sucking on one nipple and then the other; he used a free hand to massage the other breast while he suckled. Hillary stood in front of the man, holding his head; she had hands full of hair in her fingers. She knew she should be using them to explore the man's tight body, but she was enjoying his love making of her breast too much to peel her attention away. 

After several long minutes of loving her boobs, Hillary felt Nate move down. She felt him plant warm, wet kisses on the bottoms of her small globes, and then he kissed down onto her ribs. He slowly lowered himself down to his knees as he kissed her around her diaphragm, all along the edge of her ribcage. Since Peter had done this to her several times now, Hillary moaned and trembled, knowing what was in store for her.

Nate dropped to his knees as he kissed her smooth hard abdomen. He enjoyed the warmth of her naked skin. Her belly was as soft as could be over her taught muscles. At this point, he could smell Hillary's wonderful musky smell wafting up from her panties. He had one hand up inside the band of her panties back onto her firm cheeks. The other had drifted down between her legs, and was enjoying the feel of the silky insides of her thighs. 

Nate compared the figure of this angel of delight to the earlier version of the British super model, Kate Moss. Only Nate thought Hillary's face was more desirable. Although he loved Kate's body, her face just wasn't to his liking. Hillary, on the other hand, was spot on the money.

Hillary enjoyed the sensations of Nate's kisses on her tummy. She was feeling more than a little aroused; she could feel the pressure, the butterflies, and the growing need up inside her vagina. She was amazed that yet another stranger could cause her to be so titillated. Of course, Peter wasn't a stranger; she just thought he was at the time.

Hillary looked down her body, beyond her naked breasts, to watch Nate slip fingers inside the waist band of her panties. She watched as he slowly started tugging them down over her hips, his mouth following them down. He kissed the lower reaches of her tummy, and then he kissed into her blond thatch of pubic hair. She watched him disappear over the crest her mons and down between her legs as her panties were pulled down her legs. She was amazed with the view of Nate's face between her legs, how his nosed was snug inside a blanket of her blond pubic hair. She gasped and moaned as his mouth moved over the top of her cleft. He began his feast by kissing her pussy lips, or as much of them as he could with the difficult angle.

Nate's mouth was making it hard for Hillary's legs to keep her erect. Her legs were trembling so much.

Nate, noticing Hillary was becoming unstable, kept his mouth cupped over her marvelous pinkness as he wrapped his arms around her, under her butt cheeks. He lifted the girl's 110 pound frame up as he stood, lifting her far into the air. The tall 12 foot ceilings in the room prevented her from hitting her head. He carried her to his bed and gently deposited her on top of the bedspread. As soon as he had her on her back, he resumed exploring her lips, inside and out, flicking his tongue, sucking with his lips. 

Hillary groaned, moaned, and sighed as Nate's tongue filtered through her labia. She felt him pull them into his mouth as he sorted them out with his tongue. Her passion was on red alert; she was about as aroused as a girl could get without having an explosive orgasm. 

She savored the feel of his tongue as he stuck it way up inside her honey hole. Her vagina ached to have it sink even deeper. What Nate's tongue lacked in penetration, he made up for with kinetic energy. With his tongue up inside her vaginal canal as far as he could stick it, he began to wiggle it inside her. The man was rewarded as Hillary's hips began to writhe as if she was being tickled. The tip of his nose was riding up inside her clitoral hood; her heady smell teased his nostrils. Eating this angel's pussy was the most enjoyable thing that he had done in a long, long time. Probably since his wife, Angelique, died 10 years ago. 

Hillary gasped out, "Oh fuck! That feels fantastic!" She felt Nate pull his tongue out of her hole, to be replaced by a couple of wetted fingers. He slid them up inside her tummy as he began to finger fuck her. Hillary moaned as she pulled her knees towards her chest, allowing this stranger deeper access to her vagina. 

Nathan continued to finger her as his mouth moved up her lips. She felt him form a seal over her clitoral hood; his tongue began to break dance on her swollen bud. Nathan knew from experience with women, that Hillary was really close to cumming. So he turned his fingers up to massage her 'G' spot as he sucked and licked her swollen clitoris. He was a real junky when it came to girl cum; he wanted Hillary to cum and cum again so he could suck up her sweet pussy juice afterwards. 

Hillary felt it coming. She could feel the pressure build inside her vagina, the tickle in her tummy; she could feel the tips of her nipples tingling. Then it happened. Her vagina clamped down on Nate's fingers and then it began to spasmodically contract and release as wave after wave of pure delight shot up through her tummy, and out into the rest of her body. More waves of passion poured down through her thighs causing them to tremble and jerk. It was magnificent, just as strong as some of the orgasms Pete conjured up. 

Hillary's body, with a seemingly mind of its own, curled up on its own like she was doing crunches. Then she snapped back arching her back as she thrashed her head from side to side. She howled out, unable to contain her verbal response. She moaned, gasped, hummed, grunted and giggled as the sharp orgasmic pleasure tore through her essence. She was in pure ecstasy.




Sorority Pledge Ch. 03



Chapter Edited by: ScarlettKisses

*****

While Hillary Hansen-Sherlyn's new friend and confidant-was in her limousine, speeding out onto the cape, Sherlyn nervously gripped the key card of the room she was heading for on the 16th floor of the hotel. 

Sherlyn was still dressed in the little Bo Peep costume she wore during the auction. She had on a long lightweight jacket that hung down onto to her shapely thighs. This was to keep her scantily dressed body from attracting unwanted attention. She couldn't see herself traipsing through the hotel looking like a 5'-8", nicely breasted, little girl.

Less than 45 minutes ago she had stood on a stage, in front of hundreds of men, while they bid on her time. The winner was entitled to spend the night with Sherlyn, being able to do whatever he wanted to with her. Her body was his for the night. The only rule was that he couldn't leave marks or cause the girl injury. That left a lot of things open as to what he could do.

Sherlyn was amazed that the man who won her favors was willing to pay $25,000 to a charity so that he could enjoy her company. She had submitted to the Sigma Epsilon Chi, a sorority, for membership, and as part of the vetting process, she had fucked a total stranger in a blacked out room, with four other sets of pledges fucking away. In doing so, she lost her virginity. Not physical virginity, she had taken that with a hair brush handle. It had simply been the first time she allowed a male to push his hard penis up inside her body.

Sherlyn, who was so full of ardor from all the wonderful foreplay her mystery partner had provided, was completely ready to let the unknown boy slip his manhood up inside her vagina when the time came. It made Sherlyn wonder why she had waited so long to give herself to a boy. The feelings of having Terrance, the boy she was with, up inside her tummy had been amazing to say the least. 

When the lights had been turned on, not only did she find the mystery boy's looks to be appealing, The fact that he was so gentle with her all the way through the love making, quietly asking her permission before doing things, endeared her to Terrance immediately. Before the sexual acts were culminated, Sherlyn and Terrance had made an agreement to date.

She discovered that Terrance was a match made in heaven for her. She was studying engineering and he was majoring in astrophysics. Terry was always so polite and considerate, but had a free and easy personality. Sherlyn could talk with the guy for hours and never feel the conversation was dull. 

Better yet, the two of them could spend time together, in total silence, and feel perfectly comfortable together. What Sherlyn considered completely degrading, humiliating, morally corrupt situation, turned into a true blessing for the girl. She had come to love her Terry.

But, here she was for a second time, going to give herself over to another complete stranger. Letting him do who knew what with her body, having him violate her was nearly guaranteed. The only thing making it legally okay was only in the fact that she was willingly submitting to the acts that would be performed, all for the sake of gaining membership to the sorority. 

Not for the first time, she wondered if membership in Sigma Epsilon Chi was worth what she had to put up with as a pledge. She considered the whole situation as though she was allowing herself to be raped, or at least coerced into doing unspeakable things. It was explained to her that she needed to do whatever was necessary to achieve her goals in life. This took 'whatever was necessary' to the extreme.

Too make matters worse, Sherlyn knew she was entirely out of her experience zone, with any of it. She just hoped that this new situation would turn out as well for her as was the case when she met Terrance.

Once on the 16th floor, Sherlyn scanned down the hall, watching the rising numbers pass by until she arrived at room 1623. She took a deep breath, bit her lower lip, and ran the card through the reader on the door. Her anxiety was about to cause her to flee, just before she heard the click and watched the indicator light on the door turn green.

Steeling up her nerves, Sherlyn pushed down on the handle and pushed the door open. The room was empty as she walked in. She breathed a sigh of relieve discovering her temporary reprieve. 

The girl removed her long jacket, tossing it to the sofa in the spacious suite. She assumed her bid winner must have been fairly well to do if he could afford a room like she was standing in. It was a large suite inside a five star hotel, it spoke money. 

What caught her interest more than anything was a massage table set up in the middle of the room. Several scented candles were burning and there was some soothing music playing in the background.

Sherlyn immediately noticed a hand written note on the table. When she picked it up to look at, it instructed her to disrobe and to lay face down on the table. There was a towel she was to use to cover her hips and bum. 

The 18 year old shrugged her shoulders; it looked like a nice start to the evening. She had never had a massage before, so she was still a bit antsy. As she reached around to unzip the back of her short dress. Sherlyn pulled her dress up over her head, leaving her in a lacy bra, her little girl panties, knee high white stockings, and her oxford shoes. She kicked off the shoes and sat on the sofa to pull off her stockings. She reached behind her and unlatched her lacy racy bra so she could pull the uncomfortable thing off. Standing in the middle of the room, she reached down to her waist and pulled off the only remaining piece of clothing, her panties.

She looked at the round donut looking thing on the end of the table; she assumed correctly that she should lay face down with her face in the cradle. 

Feeling exposed in the spacious suite, Sherlyn quickly moved to the massage table and awkwardly climbed onto it. In the right position, where her face could fit into the face cradle, she reached back and pulled the fluffy white towel out over her nicely shaped hips and butt. 

Sherlyn laid face down, letting her long brown hair fall down to one side of her head and the cradle. She willed herself to relax. The room temperature was warm, which was nice, given her state of undress. 

She knew when her companion for the evening came in, that she wouldn't really be showing him anything, even with her being naked on the table. Her areole and nipples, which were hard and protruding at the time, were out of view underneath her body. The towel hid her bum and her pussy.

Sherlyn was momentarily startled when she heard the door click, followed by its opening and reclosing. She felt herself flush as goose-bumps formed all over her body. Her intimate parts may have been hidden, but she was starkly aware of her nakedness.

She heard a quiet padding of footsteps and felt a presence standing by her. She felt a warm hand as it was laid upon her back. The man just left it resting between her shoulder blades for well over a minute; in a way his touch calmed her. 

The hand was withdrawn, and she smelled a distinct scent of roses from a source under her face. The man said nothing, as Sherlyn distinctly heard the sounds of the man disrobing. She was so tempted to look up and see what her host looked like. But, she decided not to spoil the moment. What had occurred up to then had a defined erotic feel to it for the girl.

Sherlyn listened. After a moment, she was sure the man was done undressing. She had no idea what he had in mind. Would he climb on the table with her? Would he massage her as she suspected? His intentions were hidden.

The man moved down by her feet and he reached under her ankles and lifted her legs up. She tensed; she heard the man whisper to her, "I want you to totally relax your muscles, let me do all the lifting and the moving of your body, okay?" As he was talking, he placed a large cylindrical pillow under her lower legs, having her feet curling around its circumference. Sherlyn willed herself to relax every part of her body.

The man sounded like he opened a bottle of lotion or something. Then Sherlyn heard him working his hands together with something that sound very wet. Finally, she heard a voice to her side that said, "Okay, Sherlyn, all you need to do at this point is relax and enjoy yourself."

Sherlyn hummed a response. Then she felt the man's warm hand, coated with what she could only guess was oil of some kind. The hands began to glide up and down her back, spreading the oil out onto her skin evenly as he applied a moderate amount of pressure. Then she felt the warm hands wrap around the back of her neck as the man worked the oil into the muscles there. Where Sherlyn's long brown hair was hanging the way it was, it avoided getting oil on it and instead pushes it out of the way carefully.

So far, so good, thought the girl. The pressure of his hands on her bare skin had been really nice. As the man positioned himself halfway between her neck and her hips, she felt what she suspected was the man's penis brush up against her elbow, confirming for her that the man was indeed as naked as she was. She blushed.

The man whispered, "Tell me if I'm pressing to hard. I'm going to be looking for and massaging out tense muscles. A tolerable burn should be okay, but we don't want it to become uncomfortable, okay?"

Sherlyn croaked out "Okay" into the face cradle. 

The man started by folding her towel back half way down her bum. She was sure he could see the top half of her butt crack, but was relaxed enough at this point that she didn't mind. He began making long sweeps up and down her back all the way down onto the top half of her bum. The gliding of his hands felt divine.

He seamlessly went from long strokes up and down her back and sides, to pressing his thumbs against both sides of her spine, slowly sliding them down to end over her coccyx. Then it felt to her like he used his elbow to repeat what he had done with his thumbs, only he was able to add more pressure. 

After several long deep elbow strokes, he began to working with his fingers and thumbs against her back muscles in a circular motion, this was followed by cross body strokes that started at her shoulders, and proceed down across the top of her bum. Then he began tracing muscles in her back with his thumbs. She felt him apply a deeper pressure and could feel him gliding over knotted muscles all along her back. He slowly worked this way, surveying her muscles from her neck all was down onto her upper butt. 

As his fingers and thumbs plied themselves into her muscles, Sherlyn felt the man's penis brush her elbow several more times. He wasn't engorged, but he wasn't flaccid either. She was able to process the sensation as being erotic as opposed to being intrusive.

Her masseuse finished his survey by wrapping his hand down over her hips and working his fingers and thumbs though all the various muscles there. That's when he started working on the knots he found, one at a time. He sorted through her kinked muscles in her upper hips and lower back; he slowly made his way back up her body until he was back at her neck.

He would rub over a knot, gauging the amount of compression to apply based on her reactions to the pressure. With really stubborn knots, he would apply a pressure to it with his thumb or fingers as he gently rocked his hands. He would bring it to point of just under painful. 

The ache Sherlyn could feel would spread out and away from the point like the wonderful waves of an orgasm, she felt like the moderate burning sensation felt sublime. The knots would slowly release and allow the man to increase the pressure, all but pressing the offending muscle into submission.

Once he reached the top of her shoulders, he went back to applying broad strokes up and down her body again, this time adding in her naked sides as a target to glide his hands over. His fingers brushed over the sides of her ample breasts. It was easy enough to do considering the way they pooched out with her weight lying on them. 

Sherlyn was proud of her 'C' cup round globes. Her daddy used to tease her by telling her they were just right, that they matched her shapely hips. Just having him talk about her boobies made Sherlyn blush and giggle. He told her that any more than a handful was a waste anyway - her daddy had big hands.

Before moving on to her arms, the masseuse ran his thumbs down the sides of her spine yet again followed by him using his elbows a second time; he went down one side of her spine and then down the other. He was finally convinced he had chased away the lion's share of knots.

After he was satisfied that her back was as loose as it was going to get, he massaged her arms, then her hands, and then each individual finger. He made sure he spent a liberal amount of time on each appendage. It felt so nice, Sherlyn felt herself melting into the pad on the table.

The man announced in another whisper, "Okay I'm done with your back and arms, now I'm going to do your legs and gluteal muscles. I can pull the towel off one side giving you a modicum of modesty, or if you don't mind, I'll just remove it."

Sherlyn giggled nervously, "You're probably going to see my bum later anyway, right?"

The man chuckled, "Yes, I intend to, but I'm leaving it up to you as to what I see and when."

Sherlyn, feeling so relaxed, told him, "You can take it off." As soon as he did, her nakedness in front of a naked man came back to the forefront of her mind. He oiled up his hands again and started making long strokes up and down her legs, distributing the oil as he did. Once her legs were oiled up, he started at her ankle and made a long stroke up her entire leg, he seemed to be tracing lymph channels as he did the long stokes came up her legs, over the cheek of her butt, up her back and then down her arm. 

Then he made more long strokes with his fingers wrapped around most of her leg, compressing 3/4s of its circumference. As his hands slowly moved up, he pulled the hand sliding up her inner thigh out just missing gliding over her pussy by an inch or two. Then his hand would move back up onto her cheek. As he tugged on her butt cheek, she could feel her pussy lips pull apart, and they would snap back together again as he moved back down onto her leg.

The man explained, "I'm giving you a tantric massage, meaning that I will be making contact with your intimate places. The purpose is for you to relax and connect with your inner spirit. It is also designed to be erotic and pleasurable for you. So if you have an erotic response, that's perfectly alright. Are you okay with this?"

Sherlyn giggled nervously again and said, "Well, with what we're supposed to do this evening - tonight, I don't see what it will hurt." To reassure herself, she asked, "You'll stop doing something I don't like if I ask you to, right?" 

Her masseuse replied, "Absolutely, I don't want to do things for you that you don't enjoy. Hopefully, you won't even have to ask."

Sherlyn sighed, "Okay then." She sounded much calmer than she was. She just gave the man permission to touch her boobs, her pussy, and who knows what else. Her imagination could think of a several what else's. Her anxiety level ratcheted up again.

The man started down at her ankles and worked his way up; He applied what he told her was acupressure to her knotted muscles as he found them. It was the same thing he had done on her back. 

Soon, he was up working his fingers and thumbs deep into her glutes. He would also grab her shapely cheeks and just knead them, causing the beginnings of an erotic response from Sherlyn. Again, as he tugged on her gluteal muscles, her pussy lips would pull apart and snap shut again. Sherlyn felt several shivers of delight radiate out from inside her vagina. 

Then he surprised her as he gently pulled her legs apart as wide as the table would permit. Then he returned to knead her cheeks. As he would tug on her cheeks, she could now feel both her anus and her pussy being tugged around secondarily to the massage of her bum.

Then he began to massage the area of her bum inside her butt crack, spreading her cheeks, running his thumbs up inside on both sides. She initially tensed, but relaxed again as she delighted in how nice it felt. Seconds later, she was even more stunned when he reached his fingers down and massaged around and over her anus. Then she felt a thumb directly against her butt hole, pushing on it, rubbing it in a circular motion, but with penetrating up inside.

She knew with her legs spread, that he could look right between her legs and check out her pussy lips, he could look right at her brown pucker to, that is when he wasn't rubbing it. She was about as exposed as she could be without rolling over, of course the only thing he hadn't seen at this point was her boobs. For the time being, he left her pussy lips alone, allowing her a brief break allowing her passion to cool a bit. His handling of her anus had caused Sherlyn to become quite aroused.

After thoroughly massaging her bum, each cheek, her crack and her anus. He washed his hands well, and came back to re-oil his hands. He went down to her feet and massaged her heals and instep, finishing up by drilling his thumb into the balls of her feel. All the tension in her body drained away from the attention he gave to her soles.

The man, with a smile in his voice said, "Okay, sweetheart, it's time for you to roll over. Scoot down onto the table as you do."

Sherlyn whispered out "Okay" as she complied. She rolled over, knowing the man was going to see everything now; he would see her breasts, her pubic hair, and her pussy. She was so relaxed, she really didn't care. Her passion had grown to a level where she actually wanted the man to gaze on her nudity.

As she settled herself onto her back, the man moved the cylindrical pillow from her ankles up under her knees. Again, he position Sherlyn's legs spread apart to the limits of the table. Since the table was three foot wide, it was a noticeable spread. She was unsure whether he did it for the view or for the access. From what he told her earlier about the type of massage he was giving her, she figured it was for both.

As the naked man moved up to her shoulders, she was able to see him for the first time. He appeared to be in his late 30s, maybe 40 years old. He was trim and fit, and he seemed to be completely at ease being naked. His penis hung down between his legs in a semi erect state, and it was nice looking as far as penises went. It was obvious to Sherlyn that he was enjoying the massage almost as much as she was.

The man smiled down at her and said, "Okay, things might get more personal from here on out. The goal is still the same, to find tension in your body and chase it away. Only with a tantric massage, this includes anything and everywhere. I will even massage the inside of your vagina with the goal of you achieving total relaxation. I know it don't seem that way, and you may even have an orgasm, but I assure you that you will achieve a state of relaxation like you've never experienced before. 

"Just to reiterate, if you become aroused, or you experience sexual release, it's all totally acceptable, even encouraged."

His voice was so calming, reassuring, mesmerizing. He was talking about touching Sherlyn intimately, invasively, and he was able to make her look forward to it, like it was a promised dessert. 

As Sherlyn rested on her back, the man started to work on her neck. He held her head and worked it around until Sherlyn relaxed and allowed him to do all the movement without any input from her mind. Soon, she had her head laying off to the side, massaging its ropey muscles; he pulled tension out of her body with every stroke. Then he gently twisted her head around, turning it the opposite way, repeating his gentle massage.




Sorority Pledge Ch. 04



Hillary studied the business card her Uncle Nate had given her. It presented her with a business, home and cell phone numbers that she could call. She punched up her contacts list on her cell phone and added her uncle's name 'Nate Randell' and the three phone numbers. She figured she would add the address of the family mansion later.

Once she had her uncle's numbers permanently to her number list, she selected the button that allowed her to dial his cell phone. On the fourth ring, she heard the phone being answered, "Hello, this is Nate."

Hillary grinned into her phone. She had just left the man in his limousine less than 12 hours earlier. She and her uncle had fucked in the back of the vehicle for half the trip back to the city. Hillary fully understood that she was doing it with her uncle and not just some stranger—a presumption of Hillary's during their earlier copulations. She announced, "Hi, Uncle Nate, this is Hillary."

She heard her uncles smiling voice, "Ah Hillary! I'm so happy to hear from you, and so soon!"

Hillary responded, "Well, I'm always glad to talk with you, but I have an interesting development. Something that was suggested to me by a good friend, something I'm sure you might be interested in."

Nate, curious, asked, "What's that, sweetheart?"

Hillary blushed as she explained, "Well, at first, I was going to offer myself to have an heir for you. You know, like, um, after you were gone."

Nate voice took on a stern tone, "No, Hillary, it's bad enough you may be my daughter, and if so, a product of incest. There is no way we are going down that road again-heir or not."

Hillary blushed full crimson, she added, "Well, that's pretty much what Peter said too. Incest is one thing, but having a baby as a result of it is entirely another situation."

Nate chided, "Good! listen to your brother." Then he asked, "So, with that already taken off the table, am I to assume that you have another scheme in the works?"

Hillary giggled, "Yes, actually I do. Although, it wasn't my idea, it was Sherlyn's, my roommate. I think I mentioned her to you during my visit."

Nate chucked, "Ah, the air head you referred to, am I correct?"

Hillary blushed yet again, "Um, well, to be honest, I'm finding that assessment to be anything but true. Sherlyn seems to be as smart as they come. She's majoring in Engineering if that's any indication."

Nate interjected, "Well, I'm sure you're not calling to convince me of the accolades of your dear friend." Then he asked cheerfully, "So, my beautiful niece, what's up?"

Hillary, cutting to the chase, told her uncle of Sherlyn's offer, "Well, our brilliant Sherlyn has offered to be a surrogate mother for your child. Someone with an unrelated gene pool."

Nate was stunned, "You're kidding right?"

Hillary answers with solemnity, "No, not at all, Uncle Nate. She's completely serious."

Nate, knowing there is more, asks, "Of course, there is the other shoe. When it drops, what do I find out?"

Hillary laid it out for her uncle, "Well, in exchange for her services, we promise to pay her education costs here at the university." 

Nate, assessing the offer, stated, "So we are looking at about $70,000 a year give or take, right? It's been a while since I've looked at tuition at my dear old alma mater. So, essentially, we are looking at $280,000 plus medical costs? Let's assume $325,000 at the top end." Then he added, "You know I've looked in to this already, we could use a surrogate service for around $50,000."

Hillary turned up the sales pitch, "True, but could we use them in the time you have left? Could we be guaranteed the discretion that Sherlyn would provide us? Plus, Uncle Nate, I'm feeling charitable in this situation. Since you'll already be, um, damn! I'm starting to cry again, shit."

Nate smiled into his phone. "It's alright, sweetheart, you don't know how special it is to me that someone is actually crying over the fact that I'm moving on. I've been such a lonely, dirty old man since my Angelique passed away. It was probably my own fault; really, I could have bought a couple dozen bimbo companions and hardly put a dent in the family fortune. But, I'm a sentimental fool and was looking for miss right, and nobody measured up to my Angel."

Continuing, Nate said, "So, what you are trying to say, sweetheart, is that after I am gone, you will be the one paying the bills. And you have an excellent point. So, if you would like this Sherlyn to be our surrogate, I'm okay with the idea." Nate laughed, "To be honest, Hillary, I'm more than okay with the idea. You know how strong the urge for a man to procreate is. To have an actual heir left in the wake of my passing, um, no pun intended, really appeals to me."

Hillary sniffed, "Yeah, that's what I was trying to say. Sherlyn wants to give the money back to her parents that they would have paid for her education. She wants them to be able to put the money towards their retirement, or for them to go out and have a good time with the money. She said they've been saving 20 years so Sherlyn could have a quality education; they were delighted when she got accepted to attend the university."

"Sweet. I'm glad we can help the girl out." Hillary's uncle replied, "How does she want to handle this, artificial insemination? "

Hillary giggled, "No, to quote Sherlyn, 'I want to do it the old fashioned way'."

Nate laughed, "This is starting to sound more and more like fun to me. The situation is every man's wet dream, making love to a woman who is a complete stranger." Then he asked again, "You did say she's nice looking, right?" Without waiting for an answer, Nate continued, "As long as my current health holds up it'll be wickedly fun." He paused and asked, "I'm not going to have to put a flag over her face and do it for old glory am I?"

Hillary giggled, "No, Uncle Nate. She's a nice looking girl. Even Peter said so. You should have seen him leering at her just a few minutes ago."

Nate laughed some more, "Well, if the girl is Peter approved, I can't miss out on the opportunity. I'm dying, but I guarantee you I'm not dead."

Hillary laughed out loud for the first time since she met her uncle, "Don't I know it, you old reprobate. You won't mind doing it with Sherlyn, I guarantee it."

Nate, said more seriously, "We have to work quickly, okay. Really, my health could head south at any time and when it does, I'll go downhill quickly from there. We need the girl off her birth control like yesterday, and she'll need to track her ovulation. Also, we need to get a contract drawn up as soon as possible. All of that before the glorious event, or hopefully, events take place."

Hillary added, "Well, to make sure, I would say that you and she need to, um, engage in sexual intercourse over a period of several days. Getting as much sperm inside her as possible while she's fertile." 

Nate chuckled, "Hillary, Hillary, Hillary, you can say fuck with me. You don't have to sugar coat it. 'Sexual intercourse', really? That sounds like it's a dirty conversation at dinner."

Hillary giggled at her uncle's wit, then she added, "We need to get her knocked up as quickly as possible, who knows how the cancer will affect your fertility." Then she asked, "You're not sterile already are you? With the cancer treatments you've had and all?"

Nate stated resolutely, "I turned down a lot of the traditional treatments. The odds of them working were very small anyway, and my quality of life while taking them would have been horrible; I saw what chemo did to my father. So, I've passed on most of the things that would have affected my fertility."

"Okay, I'll get Sherlyn doing her part," added Hillary, "and you will get your lawyers working on theirs. We should be able to do this pretty soon, I hope."

Nate confirmed, "Okay, I'll get on the phone with Rolfe, Jenkins and Turnley as soon as we hang up. I'll make sure John Rolfe handles this personally. Call me when you know when we can consummate the deal. Again, no pun was intended."

After discussing numerous details, Hillary ended by saying, "Okay. Um, I love you Uncle Nate, I'll talk with you tomorrow?"

Nate answered affectionately, "I love you too, sweetheart, I'll be looking forward to it." 

Hillary and Nate both pushed end on their cell phones. Hillary headed back into the dorm room to deliver the news the Sherlyn, Peter, and Terrance.

Hillary had been out of the room about 15 minutes. Peter had been wondering what she was doing. As Hillary reentered the room, Sherlyn was still sitting at her desk in her light blue satin chemise and panties, looking just like she did when Hillary had left the room. Hillary smiled at Sherlyn, "My Uncle Nate said that he accepts your services. As long as you understand that the baby is to be given over to Nate and me after you deliver."

Sherlyn looked happy, yet she felt a bit anxious. This was all her idea, but it was moving much faster than she anticipated. She asked, "Okay, when will we do the deed?"

Hillary smiled fondly at her friend, who was rapidly becoming her best friend. She commented, "Well, girl, it really is up to you, and your body. Obviously, starting tomorrow morning, you'll stop taking your birth control. Then it's a matter of timing your fertility." 

Sherlyn trembled as she said, "Oh my gosh, this is really happening isn't it." The realization of what she had just committed herself too hit her like a gust of wind in a hurricane.

Hillary frowned and said, "You better be sure this is what you want, Sheri. Once you sign the papers, it happens. Well, I guess that's not true, but once you climb between the sheets with my Uncle Nate, it will be fait accompli."

Sherlyn noted that Hillary used her nickname, the personal one she only let her parents and really close friends use, for the first time. This warmed the girl's heart. She girded her courage and said resolutely, "I will keep my end of the bargain. As far as I'm concerned it's already a done deal, if that's what fait accompli means." She giggled, "I never was fond of French."

Hillary asked, "When is you're next period?"

Sherlyn turned crimson, she was unaccustomed to talking about her monthly cycle in front of boys. She answered anyway, "Um, I'm supposed to start in three days. When I stop taking the pill, it may come a little earlier than that."

Hillary did some quick math in her head, "Then you should be fertile in two or three weeks. We'll have to monitor you for when you ovulate, and then we'll drive you to Uncle Nate's a little before, and have you stay until a little after."

Sherlyn shook her head no, "I have to attend my classes; I can't afford to miss them even for a day or two. We are going to have to commute there every afternoon and come back in the early morning."

Hillary asked, "Do you know when you ovulate?"

Sherlyn, again embarrassed about talking about her bodily functions in front of the guys, said, "I have mittelschmerz, and an increased mucus flow at about the halfway point. Sometimes I have to use a pad because of how bad it gets." Then she added, "I've never tracked my basal temperature or anything. I've never looked to get pregnant before."

Hillary looked at the calendar on her phone. She asked, "So, how long does you period normally last?"

Sherlyn asked, "Do we have to talk about this in front of the guys?" Then she answered Hillary's question, "Usually about four days, sometimes five."

Terrance chimed in, "Hey Sheri, having a period is perfectly normal. Don't worry about it."

Sherlyn barked at her lover, "You don't bleed between your legs every month, so until you do, just shut up, Terrance!"

Terry grinned and replied, "Well SOOORRRRRYYY."

Hillary said, "Well, half way through you cycle should be about the 16th of October, so if you started fucking with Nathaniel on the 13th or 14th and continued every day until say, the 18th or 19th, then we should have it covered." Sherlyn blushed prettily. Hillary continued, "Well, we have about two weeks to get ready. Fortunately the 13th and 14th are Columbus Day weekend. You can have a regular fuck fest to start off your attempt."

Sherlyn giggled, "You make it sound so romantic, Hillary. NOT!"

Hillary said, "Well, with that planned, if you two will excuse Peter and me, we're going to retreat to my side of the room."

Back at her bed, with Peter setting on her desk chair, Hillary asked, "So, what's in the bag you brought with you?"

Peter grinned wickedly, "I brought the makings for a pussananna split."

Hillary giggled, "You brought the makings for what?"

Peter chuckled, "A pussanana split. It's a banana split made right inside your pussy."

Hillary laughed out loud, "Pete, you have to be kidding me, right?"

Peter reached into the bag and pulled out a bunch of five long bananas and an assortment of toppings—chocolate fudge, strawberry sauce, pineapple sauce, crushed peanuts, a can of whipped cream, and some fresh cherries. He grinned, "Does it look like I'm kidding?"

Peter glanced over to Sherlyn's side of the room, Terrance and Sherlyn were sitting on the bed, staring at Peter; both of their mouths were hanging open. Peter looked at Terrance and asked, "Would you like to join me in creating a desert?"

Terrance's eyes lit up, "Wow, if you are thinking about doing what I think you're doing, you bet!"

Peter looked at Sherlyn and then Hillary, he announced, "Ladies, this is where we all start getting naked."

Peter and Terry stripped down quickly, neither one of them seemed to be affected by being naked in front of each other's girl. Peter was actually turned on by being nude in front of Sherlyn. Hillary had seen him that way now enough times that it was old hat.

The two girls looking at each other, unsure they wanted to participate in Peter's, and now Terrance's little game. They started to disrobe at a much slower pace.

Sherlyn was only two steps from naked to start with. Peter and Terrance both enjoyed watching the girl pull her chemise over her head, which exposed her plump round breasts. Her nipples were hard, and Sherlyn's was covered in delightful goose bumps from head to toe. Peter waited lustfully so he could watch her pull off her light blue hip-hugging panties. 

The only time Peter had seen Hillary's roommate and friend naked was in the 'sex' room of the sorority house during the first test given to the initiates. Even then, he had been so absorbed in making love with Hillary; he hadn't given the other girl much attention at the time. Now that he knew her better, watching her strip was taking on a new dimension.

Peter watch Sherlyn grab the waist band of her panties as she slowly tugged them over her beautifully curved hips and down her legs to her ankles. Sherlyn had a figure to kill for, nice 'C' cupped breasts that matched the shapely hips on the tall girl perfectly.

Sherlyn hadn't missed the attention her friend's brother was lavishing on her. It made her feel aroused. Peter was a really nice looking boy.

Hillary was fully dressed in an older T-shirt with "Girl Power" written across her smaller boobs. She wasn't wearing a bra, which became obvious even before she pulled the 'T' up over her head. Peter loved Hillary's 'B' cup sized round breasts. She had deliciously pink areole and nipples. Her areole were scrunched and hardly visible, they were pulled in to help form Hillary's hard, light pink, swollen nipples.

Peter glanced over at a naked Terrance who was also staring at Hillary as she began stripping. Peter was happy to see the lust in the other boy's eyes. He thought Hillary's svelte, light skinned, body looked like a million dollars; having another guy validate his assessment was cool.

Hillary was wearing a pair of denim cut offs on the bottom. They weren't up to her ass like daisy dukes, but were still fairly short. The girl unbuttoned, unzipped, and tugged the small garment off her hips, down to her knees, where they dropped to the floor. Peter was delighted to see that his sister was wearing a thong. It was the first time that she had worn one since they started their new sexual relationship.

Peter and Terry both watched as Hillary ran her fingers under the strings across her hips so she could pull the skimpy garment down her legs. In doing so, she exposed her lovely blond puff of pubic hair. Like most blonds, Hillary's patch of fur was much sparser than what darker haired girls sported. Hillary's pubic patch was nicely trimmed, in almost direct opposition to the wild nest of brown pubic hair between Sherlyn's legs.

After the girls were finished undressing, Peter took the blankets on Hillary's bed, folded them in half lengthwise and then rolled them up. Then he went into the bathroom and brought out a couple of clean bath towel, which he spread one out over the blanket roll. Peter patted the blankets and told his sister, "Okay, Hills, your hips goes here, I need you laying with your pussy up."

Hillary climbed onto the bed, with her hips up over the blanket roll. She was cognizant that Sherlyn's boyfriend was staring at her completely exposed pussy. She found herself blushing in embarrassment. 

The rolled blankets caused her naked hips to be canted forward, and her bottom side to be pointed up. Peter reached down and pulled her knees wide apart, spreading her marvelous pinkness open, with the bottoms of her feet flat on the bed almost directly under her butt cheeks. She found herself more embarrassed than ever, the other boy could look right into her folds, worse yet, he could see her anus.

Terrance, mimicking Peter, soon had Sherlyn in a similar position on her own bed, with a towel protecting her own blanket roll. As the tall girl's legs were spread wide open, Peter took a minute to ogle what was up between Sherlyn's legs.

Peter announced to the three other participants, "The secret to a really good pussanana split is the special sauce. Terrance, you'll need a lot of special sauce and there only one way to get it."

Peter crawled onto the bed up between Hillary's spread legs, and started to gently massage her labia with his fingers. Hillary was already moist from the novelty of the situation. As embarrassed as she was from being spread-eagled, she was also incredibly turned on. She looked at her brother and asked, "Okay, now what are you up to?"

"Why, my dear Hillary, I'm going to help you generate the special sauce." With that, Peter lowered his mouth to Hillary's pretty pink, puffy, pussy lips as he began to kiss her outer lips as though they were her mouth.

"Uh, um, well that feels nice!" exclaimed Hillary.

From the other side of the room, "Gosh, I'll say. Wow!" added Sherlyn.

After a few seconds of tasting the blond girl's pussy, Peter leaned back and told Terrance, "Of course, starting cold like this, it may take us a while to get enough sauce brewed correctly. You'll know it when the sauce is done. The kettle will emit a variety of shrills, mournful noises and will generally start shaking, quaking and trembling over the fire."

Peter dropped his mouth back to Hillary's lips as he moved his lips to feast on her delightful pink labia. Before making contact again, he looked over to see Terrance between Sherlyn's legs as he lapped away at the girl's fluffy, protruding lips.

Hillary had never experienced Peter feasting on her pussy from a dry start before. So, it took her a few minutes to wrap her mind around the sensations. Normally, she would get cunnilingus only after a long kissing session, and Peter spending ample time kissing her boobs and body. She understood that Pete was trying to get her wet, not make love to her. He had other, more playful, things in mind.

Still, Hillary began to slowly respond to Peter's mouth sifting through her lips. Cold start or not, the sensations were still delightful. Eventually, her passion began to grow to a fevered pitch.




Sorority Pledge Ch. 05



Chapter Edited by ScarletKisses.

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Hillary and her twin brother, Peter, took a deep breath as they looked down at the DNA report they had just been given by the laboratory receptionist. They were anxious to see the results. Was the reserved, distant surgeon who raised them their dad or was their Uncle Nate really their father.

The receptionist had folded the report back to the last page and told the siblings, "This is what you're most interested in, this is the interpretation."

Standing side by side, Peter and Hillary began reading. As she read she felt her pulse rate rise and her breathing pick up. She looked at Peter, and Peter looked at her and they both gasped out at the same time, "Oh, my, gawd!" 

Nathaniel Randell was the father of the pair of fraternal twins. Uncle Nate already had two blood heirs, heirs that would probably make their mother the center of the worst scandal possible if it were to ever the leak out. Hillary was holding the most potent weapon possible that she could use against her tyrannical mother.

Hillary was trying to decide if she would keep the news from Sherlyn, who was to be a surrogate mother for Nathaniel's baby. Hillary's friend had volunteered to have the man's baby when it looked like he had no living blood heir. Would Hillary let the girl go ahead and have Nathaniel's baby so she could get her education paid for? As far as the baby being an heir, it would now be third in line behind Hillary and Peter.

Hillary's Uncle Nate, her father, was dying of stage four, melanoma. He probably had less than three months to live; optimistically, he might live six. The clock had already chewed up a week of Nate's time left, just since Hillary met the man. 

Hillary was struck with the implications of her relationship with her father. Nate had won her in a bid for her favors. By winning an auction where he donated $100k to charity, Hillary let him fuck her as much as he wanted throughout the night after he settled up. The man made love with the young woman a half dozen times before letting her know he was her uncle. 

Then, on the ride back to the city she fucked the man in the back of his limo—now fully aware of their relationship. Now she was being smacked up the side of the head, she hadn't just fucking her uncle, she had fucked her father. Was there no end to her debauchery? What was next in her wicked relationships, a lesbian encounter with her mother? Not in a million years if she could help it!

Hillary decided that the lab results needed to be presented to her uncle—father-in person. A cell phone call wouldn't do. She would have to drive out to the mansion on the cape after she was done with her classes. 

She asked Peter, "I've got to tell Nate about the results, do you want to come along?"

Peter had never met his uncle—father-yet, so he replied, "Yes, it looks like it's time that I met the man who fathered us." Like Hillary, there wasn't a lot of love lost between him and the surgeon he always believed to be his dad.

That evening, Hillary and Peter rolled up in the circle drive of the Randell family mansion in Hillary's new BMW, which was bought for her by Nate so she could travel back and forth to the mansion. A young man claiming to be the valet asked her if she would like him to park the car in the Garage. She handed over the keys.

Hillary and her brother walked to the front door. 

George, Uncle Nathaniel's personal servant, greeted them at the door before they could ring the bell. The older man smiled and said, "Ah, Miss Hillary, always a pleasure." Turning to Hillary's brother, the man added, "And you young man, you must be Peter. I'm sure that Master Nate will be delighted to have you visit with him."

The venerable, elderly assistant led the couple into the mansion and into the library where Nathaniel, the twin's father, was reading. Spying the couple, Nate jumped to his feet and walked to Hillary taking her in a big hug. Then he turned to Peter and offered the boy his hand. "Peter, I am delighted to be able to finally meet you!"

Peter was reserved, but tended to like the man already. Peter responded, "Hi, Uncle Nate, Hillary's told me a lot about you." Then to express his disapproval he added, "Even the nefarious way you two met."

Nate appraised the boy, finally he responded, "Touché, your point is made. I already apologized to your sister for my deception, and now I tender the same apology to you. I understand your feelings for you sister, and I have no intentions of interfering with your relationship."

Peter looked his Uncle in the eyes and said, "I'm glad to hear that."

Nate, changing the tone of the conversation, said, "Come in, sit down, I'm being a terrible host, keeping you both standing on your feet."

The twins took a seat on a settee directly across from their uncle's favorite chair. The man settled himself back in the seat after his niece and nephew sat down. He asked, "So, how are you two doing this evening?"

Hillary, not much for small talk, announced, "Uncle Nate, the DNA results are back."

Nate looked at Hillary, and then at Peter and back to Hillary, "Well, what do they say?" Nate already knew what the report had to say, he could read it in their eyes.

Hillary handed the report over to Nathaniel; she had the back page folded to the front so he could read the interpretation. Nate read the conclusion thoroughly. Then he slowly looked up at the twins with a smirk on his face. He blurted out, "Take that Howard! You bastard!" 

Howard was the twin's father—now step father, the surgeon that raised them. 

Nate continued, "You don't know how happy this makes me. Damn, all this time you were my children, and I have been kept from you for 18 years. It almost makes me want to commit murder." Nate surprised Hillary with his vehemence and venom. It seemed to her that Nate had a deep seated hatred for the man the twins had considered their father for 18 years.

Hillary asked, "So, do you still want to go ahead with using Sherlyn as a surrogate?"

Nate pondered the question, "Good question. This does put a whole new light on things doesn't it? I've had heirs, children, all along." As his eyes began to mist, he added, "I wished you could have met Angelique, you would have loved her." Angelique was Nate's dead wife.

Hillary pressed, "What should I tell Sherlyn, Uncle Nate—Dad?"

Nate looked into Hillary's eyes, "The question should be what do you want? I won't be here to care." Turning his eyes to Peter, "And you, young man, how would you feel having another sibling?"

Peter said, "I'll leave that up to Hillary and Sherlyn." Then adding his opinion anyway, he said, "I wouldn't mind having a sibling. But, it would feel more like I was its uncle than its brother."

Hillary chimed in, "Sherlyn wants to do it for her parents. My thoughts are that if she's still interested after I tell her about the DNA report, that we go ahead and let her have the baby. You can't really have enough heirs, can you dad?" She loved the idea of calling Nate 'dad'; she liked the way it rolled off her tongue, the way it sounded.

Peter, who was also fond of Sherlyn, especially after fucking the girl silly during their little group sex adventure, offered, "I agree with Hillary. If Sherlyn wants to go ahead with having your baby, I say we keep the agreement and pay for her education."

Nate smiled, "Then it's settled. Sherlyn will decide. And, we'll honor the agreement if she decides she wants to press forward."

Both Hillary and Peter confirmed, "Agreed."

Nate grinned wickedly, "That settled, and with my paternity established, why don't we go for a swim?"

Peter stated, "We didn't bring swimwear."

Hillary giggled, "Well, in dad's pool, you don't need to wear any."

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When Hillary and Peter got back to Hillary's dorm room it was fairly late. They quietly let themselves in the room to discover Terrance between Sherlyn's legs, fucking away. They could hear both of the lovers moaning, grunting, and sighing. A wet slurping sound of sex filled the room. 

The coupling couple stopped momentarily as the door opened, Hillary smiled and said, "Don't mind us. Carry on." Terrance and Sherlyn giggled and continued to fuck right out in the open.

When Sherlyn had a spectacular orgasm, Peter felt himself get royally aroused, manifested by the bulge in his trousers, as he watch the brunette writhe around on the bed enjoying her pleasure. He and Hillary watched on as Terrance announced to anyone who cared, "Oh shit! I'm gonna cum!" At the last second, he pulled his condom covered cock out of Sherlyn's vagina. The fucking couple was being careful to make sure Terrance didn't impregnate Sherlyn while she was off the pill.

After cumming, Terrance got up and headed to the bathroom. He pointed to the cum filled condom wrapped around his dick and said, "Let me get rid of this thing, and I'll be right back."

Sherlyn sat up, looking like she was totally enjoying her afterglow, her long, untidy hair making her look extremely sexy to Peter. She wrapped her arms around her knees, pulling them to her chest, and said, "You two were out late. How's it going?"

Hillary smiled at her best friend and said, "Well, we got the news today."

At first Sherlyn seemed to not understand the ambiguous statement, and then with a look of understanding dawning on her face, she asked excitedly, "You got the DNA results back, right?"

Hillary giggled, "Yes. We did." She was pleased that her friend was so attentive to what happened in her life. Hillary never had a friend as interested in her as Sherlyn before. It was an enlightening statement that Hillary had to look outside her social class to find a true friend.

As Terrance walked back into the room, his penis gone limp, Hillary announced, "Sheri, Terrance, my Uncle Nathaniel is really Peter and my father." 

Sherlyn jumped up, totally unconcerned about her nakedness, and she gave Hillary and then Peter big hugs. She exclaimed, "That's exactly what you wanted, right?"

Hillary blushed, "Yes, it is."

Sherlyn turned to Peter, "How do you feel about it, Pete?"

Peter shrugged his shoulders, "Well, I can't say I'm as happy about it as Hillary, but I'm not displeased either. Nate seems to be an alright kind of guy, even though he seems to like to skinny dip a lot as well as having everyone running around his home naked."

Sherlyn giggled, "Yeah, he definitely likes to do that. I think he's a closet nudist. The whole weekend I spent with Hillary and him, nobody wore a thing. Well, except for George."

Then Sherlyn asked the big question on everyone's mind, "So, are my services still required?" She understood immediately that there was no longer an imminent need for an heir.

Hillary said, "Well, girlfriend, that's entirely up to you. Dad said that he can't have enough children. If you're still interested in being a surrogate, he'll honor the contract." 

Sherlyn had signed the paperwork two days before making the agreement binding. That was after she had it run by a lawyer of her own hire.

Sherlyn thought it over for several minutes. The room was dead quiet. Finally, she announced, "My reasons for volunteering are all still valid. So, if it's agreeable with all concerned, Nate and I will still have a baby."

Hillary grinned and pulled her naked friend, who smelled like sex, into another big hug. She exclaimed, "I'm glad you made that decision. Imagine, my best friend will be the mother of my little sister or brother. Awesome!"

They were all tired in the morning as they prepared to go to class. Both couples had fucked well into the night.

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On the thirteenth of October, a Sunday, Sherlyn made her first trip out to the cape with the sole purpose of fucking Nate to become pregnant; it was the cardinal reason for the trip. George met Hillary and Sherlyn at the door and gave Sherlyn as an affectionate greeting as he would normally reserve for Hillary. 

What the girls didn't know was that George thoroughly enjoyed having the youngsters around, even with all the decadent behavior that went on. He knew his employer had a prurient mind and acted on it regularly. No matter, George loved the man anyway. The servant had watched Nathaniel, as a boy, grow into a man.

The girls were led upstairs to the sitting room. Nate spent a half an hour chatting with the girls as the three of them sipped on some expensive wine. Finally, Nate stood, took Sherlyn by the hand as he pulled the girl to her feet. He announced, "Well, Hillary, if you don't mind, Sherlyn and I will see you in the morning. Does breakfast at 9:00am suit everyone?"

Sherlyn would spend the entire night, and the following one too, sleeping with and having intercourse with Nate frequently. As Hillary described it, they would have a royal fuck fest.

Sherlyn blushed as Nate led her out of the room and Hillary called out, "Have fun, you two."

Nate called back and said, "Have George show you to your room for the night. I love you, Hillary."

Hillary giggled and smiled as she responded, "I love you too, dad." The novelty of the new title was still on the forefront of her mind. She loved calling somebody 'dad' who actually deserved her affection.

Once in Nate's private bed suite, Nate turned to Sherlyn and brushed back an errant lock of the girl's hair, and then he lightly stroked her cheek with the back of his hand. He smiled and said, "Sherlyn, you are a vision of loveliness this evening. I would be lying if I told you I haven't been looking forward to this. Every man in the world loves trying to make babies, at least any of them with any senses at all. I have the pleasure of attempting it with a very attractive young woman."

Sherlyn blushed prettily as she bit her lower lip. She looked up at Nate through her eyelashes. She had to admit to herself that she too had been anticipating the attempt. She whispered, "To be honest, I'm looking forward to the evening myself." This caused the man to smile at the girl affectionately.

Nate slowly moved his mouth to hers as he started to kiss the tall, dark haired girl. Soon, Sherlyn was eagerly kissing him back. In the back of her mind she was thrilled that she would be fucking with the man soon; fucking with the man who would become the father of her baby.

Sherlyn knew that it was still a little early for her ovulation, she hadn't experienced mittelschmerz yet, nor did she have an increase in secretions from her vagina, but she knew she wasn't many days from it either. 

She also knew from a little study, that sperm stayed sustainable for days, where once she ovulated, the egg, the ovum, would only be viable for a little over 24 hours. Their plan would make the series of copulations cover her fertile period perfectly. Hopefully, Sherlyn would be overflowing in the man's semen by the time her ovum made its debut.

As the couple kissed passionately, Nate slowly unbuttoned Sherlyn's white blouse. Hillary had bought her a silk top and an expensive pleated, worsted wool skirt for the occasion. Sherlyn had already pulled off the decorative scarf she had been wearing. Hillary wanted her friend to look nice for the occasion.

Along with the new clothing, Hillary all but hog-tied her taller, heavier friend and took a pair of scissors to the mop of curly hair between Sherlyn's legs. Sherlyn's pubic triangle now had a groomed look.

Sherlyn kicked off her pumps in preparation to being undressed.

Soon the two of them had their tongues dancing between their mouths, Sherlyn loved French kissing, it was so exotic, not to mention that it was arousing as hell. As their tongues played, Nate reached back and unclasped Sherlyn's lacy ruby red bra. Sherlyn's bright red undergarments created a counterpoint her silky brunette hair.

Removing Sherlyn's bra was just the start of the couple progressively losing their clothing. By the time Nate was kissing down onto Sherlyn's neck, she was only dressed in a lacy pair of red panties as well as a pair of knee high black stockings. Her lover was standing in just his boxer shorts.

Nate kissed the girls neck and ears. Sherlyn moaned and giggled as he took her earlobe between his lips and gently suckled it. Then he moved his mouth down and kissed her throat and up underneath her chin. Her charming breasts, with their hard, brown nipples, were his true goal-among other things.

Before long, with him slightly stooped, Nate was taking Sherlyn's nipples into his mouth, suckling them, teasing them with his tongue. His hands, after roaming all around the young woman's warm, smooth skin, caressed her inner thighs and found their way up between her legs. As he made love to her breasts, he used one hand to stroke her pussy through the panel of her lacy racy, red panties. 

At 5'-8" tall, the dark haired Sherlyn was a perfect height for the 6'-0" man. Nate massaged her naked butt with one hand as the fingers of the other one slipped up inside of Sherlyn's panties. He began fondling the girl's soft, fluffy labia, smearing her wetness all around her delightful pussy. Keeping his hands busy, he continued to pleasure the girl by kissing and sucking on Sherlyn's breasts; he kept switching back and forth between the hard, proud, and protruding nipples. 

Sherlyn was trembling and making sweet little squeaking sounds, showing her lover the how much she was enjoying his attention. She stood with eyes closed and her mouth hanging open, in almost a smile. It was a look of someone totally enjoying the situation she was in.

Sherlyn gasped out, "Gosh, I'm as horny as hell. Take me Nate. Fuck me. I want to feel your cock inside me." She found using the word cock to be much easier with practice, the word horny was one she learned from Hillary.

Normally Nate would have kissed down her chest and abdomen on his way to enjoying her femininity with his mouth. But, with the girl expressing her preference towards intercourse, and his own desire to be inside the cute girl for the first time, he altered his plans. 

So he could continue making love to the girl, Nate guided the girl to his bed. He gently laid her back on top of the bedspread and then climbed up beside the young woman; he continued to finger her underneath the panel of her panties. His two middle fingers slid in and out of her slick vagina as he suckled her nipples. He tugged his boxers down his legs, freeing his raging hard-on as he moved himself up between Sherlyn's soft warm thighs. She spread her legs wide, pulling her hot, wet, plump lips apart in a warm welcome.

Nate was so anxious to be inside the girl, he didn't even bother to remove her panties. He just pulled the cloth covering over her pussy to the side, giving himself access to her hot lips beneath. He deftly wetted the tip of his cock in her copious juices while holding her panties to the side with his two smallest fingers. 

Wet enough for action, Nate slipped his cock head inside her vaginal opening and pushed. As he quickly worked himself inside her, he could smell her lovely musky scent waft up for him to enjoy.

Sherlyn gasped as Nate's hard eight inch shaft pushed inside her body. She felt him work it in and out, coating himself completely with her internal secretions until he was entirely coated and deep up inside her tummy. She felt his pubic bone collide with hers, letting the girl know she had been fully penetrated. Not that she didn't know already from the fullness his long, thick cock provided.

Sherlyn loved the feel of the man's naked body pressing down on hers. She also enjoyed his scent, a mixture of his man smell, the soap he used, and an expensive cologne. She felt her vagina stretch as it formed itself around the man's full thick shaft. She delighted in how he filled her, completed her, and made her feel whole. The feel of his warm naked skin riding against hers just added to her passion. 




Sorority Pledge Ch. 05



Then Nate started to rock his hips, causing his long shaft to slide up and down inside Sherlyn, his flange traversed her love canal, delightfully stimulating the nerve endings found inside her stretched vagina. His cock caused the wonderful feeling that made fucking feel so incredible for the girl.

She worked her hand down between them and started to massage her clitoris in a tight circular motion, helping the wonderful pressure inside her vagina build to a climax. 

Nate delighted as the girl's hot, tight vagina wrapped his cock. He could feel her snug walls sliding against the skin on his cock. It was sending a wonderful ache up throughout his being. He could think of no greater pleasure than to have a snug vagina wrapping him as it glided around his hard shaft. He could feel the pressure grow inside his bottom, he knew that soon, really soon, he would unleash his pleasure deep inside this charming teen.

As she fucked, Sherlyn worked her pelvis in little circles, and at the same time, she rocked her hips up and down. Up to meet Nate's penetrating thrusts, back to help him make long sweeps down through her canal. Her movements help her enjoy a full assortment of wonderful sensations up along the walls of her vagina.

With the clit simulation and the marvelous, delightful stimulation inside her tummy, the pressure inside her vagina had grown to an overwhelming intensity. She could hardly keep her body from thrashing in response. Then as the pressure grew to the point it was it was almost agonizing, it released.

Spasms ricocheted up and down throughout Sherlyn's stretched vaginal canal causing it to contract and release repeatedly around Nate's hard member. Wave after blissful wave of sheer delight, incredible passion, coursed through her body. She screamed as it washed over her, overwhelming her, causing her whole body to quake in ecstasy. It was an incredible orgasm.

Nate ardor reached a peak as he felt and watched the lovely brunette; trapped beneath his frame, writhe as her pleasure washed throughout her body. Nate could think of nothing more arousing than to watch a woman find her pleasure. Mere seconds after watching Sherlyn begin to sink into her afterglow; Nate felt his own incredible agony run the length of his spine and down his legs as the pressure in his bottom overflowed its boundaries. As a result, his climax began its passage through his hard shaft.

Sherlyn, feeling the wondrous feeling of deep satisfaction after her incredible orgasm, wondered that if her daddy had done that to her, would it have felt as nice. Tremors of delight brought her out of her odd contemplation; after all, letting her own daddy put his penis inside her would be a shameful thing, wouldn't it? 

She began to feel the tell-tale throb of Nate's penis against her vaginal walls. Sherlyn delighted in the knowledge that his hot, sticky cum was bathing her cervix in sperm; she knew a substantial amount of his semen would find its way up inside her uterus, the pollywog like cells would be looking for the microscopic ovum that two cells could turn into a growing human being. The whole purpose of their encounter. 

It was early yet, but Nate's cum would stay viable for a day, waiting for the opportunity to fertilize the dark haired girl's egg. A combination of their individual DNA would complete the process, turning mere cells into a fast growing fetus.

Spent, feeling unbelievably sated, Nate rolled off the girl as he pulled her tightly against his chest. He wrapping her in his arms. He held her lovingly, feeling her warm naked torso tightly tucked inside his tender arms.

Sherlyn cooed, "Gosh, Nate. That was incredible. I really like making love with you." Her hand went down between his legs; she started fondling his shrunken tool as an emphasis to her statement.

They lay quietly in each other's arms, giving each other tender sweet kisses. After a bit, Sherlyn's fondling paid off and soon Sherlyn delighted in feeling a hard cock snugged in between their tummies. Sherlyn giggled and asked, "Shall we continue trying to make a baby, Nate?" 

Nate kissed her lips again, looked into her eyes and said, "Yes, by all means." 

He sat up and scooted up so he was sitting with his back against the intricately carved headboard and then he pulled the young woman into his lap. Sherlyn lifted up on her knees, positioned Nate's hard cock inside her vaginal opening, and then she sat, impaling herself as a prelude to another round of intimate sex.

The couple copulated throughout the night, fucking in a variety of positions. While waiting for his body to recycle, Nate also spent a delightful amount of time between the naked girl's legs, lapping up their comingled juices. 

Sherlyn returned the favor by giving Nate fellatio, but never to the point of ejaculation. That was strictly reserved for deep inside her tummy. They didn't want to waist a drop of the older man's sperm.

In the morning, the couple wandered to the casual dining room, dressed in nothing but thin, silky bathrobes so they could join Hillary in having breakfast. 

As the disheveled pair entered the dining room, Hillary announced, "You both reek of sex. I hope you don't spoil my appetite." They all laughed as Nate's chef began serving up eggs benedict, bacon, white toast, and hash brown potatoes with their morning coffee.

Later, after Nate and Sherlyn took showers, Nate suggested the three of them go play in the pool. This led to the three of them frolicking through the entire mansion completely naked. George spying the naked trio just shook his head in disbelief—the old man thought it was humorous. 

Later in the afternoon, after the outside temperature warmed, the two girls and Nate wandered the grounds outside, completely devoid of clothing. Hillary was beginning to really like the freedom that nudity afforded.

That evening, Nate and Sherlyn renewed their effort to create another Randell family heir. 

Early Tuesday morning, Hillary and Sherlyn got up at an ungodly early hour so they could make it back to the university to attend their classes. After a hearty breakfast cooked and served by Nate's chef, they climbed in Hillary's BMW and drove off in the dark.

Sherlyn and Hillary made the trip out to the mansion every afternoon for a week. Sherlyn would spend the nights in Nate's bed, making love with the man as many times as the terminally ill man could get it up. By the end of the week, Nate had ejaculated inside of Sherlyn's vagina around 20 times. If she wasn't impregnated, it wasn't due to Nathaniel and Sherlyn's lack of trying.

Sherlyn felt her mittelschmerz about mid-week, along with an increased flow of her secretions from inside her vaginal canal indicating she was fertile. Her flowing juices occurred even when she wasn't being stimulated during lovemaking. All of it indicated that she had ovulated right on time. 

Three and a half weeks later, well into the start of November, Sherlyn was pleased that she was a week late having her menstrual cycle. Her boobs were starting to get tender, and she was starting to have twinges of nausea in the mornings. It was still early, but the girl was pretty sure that she was pregnant. 

If true, she had beaten the odds by became pregnant during her and Nate's first months attempt to make a baby. 

Another week later, the indicator from the home pregnancy test she bought turned blue. She was delighted to announce to Terrance, Hillary, and Peter, during their evening get together that she was with child.

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On Halloween, during the middle of a wild party put on by the sorority Sigma Epsilon Chi, in cooperation with their associated fraternity Alpha Lambda Zeta, couples would disappear upstairs all throughout the evening. The missing pairs would return to the party later scruffy and smelling of sex. Not that anyone in the inebriated crowd noticed.

Hillary and Sherlyn, who almost every evening enjoyed themselves with their perspective lovers-occasionally with their friend's lover, felt no need to sneak off and have sex. 

Additionally, neither girl felt a need to drink to a drunken state, so they both found the party to be somewhat oppressive. Drunken young people were more obnoxious than most.

The main reason for attendance was that the Sigma Epsilon Chi candidates would find out what their final test was before initiation. While surrounded by the members of the sorority and fraternity, each candidate drew a task out from a hat. Each girl would read out loud her own individualized test; one that would be completely at the mercy of luck.

Tanya, going first, pulled out a slip of paper that informed her that she would be dropped off, stark naked, 20 miles and three towns away from the campus. She would have to make her way back to the sorority house within a 24 hour period. Obviously, she would have to take great advantage of the hours of darkness. Fortunately, the fall weather was holding, they had been enjoying an Indian summer. 

Hillary went next; she read her task out loud as required. To her dismay and embarrassment, she learned the details of her task. 

She was to spend an entire night in a gentleman's club, working as a stripper. This included dancing on the main stages as well as performing lap dances for guys when requested. Later, it was even suggested to her that the girls of the strip club she would be dancing in were encouraged to turn tricks. 

Hillary was ready to cancel her candidacy on the spot; it was only with a whispered conversation with Sherlyn and Peter that she was convinced to accomplish the task to further her bid for membership.

Hanna was next, and to her horror, she was to spend and evening in a room with six boys from the fraternity. Before the night was over, she was to give each guy a blowjob as well as having sexual intercourse with each one of them. Finally, she would be required kneel on her knees as all six of the boys masturbated so they could cum on her face.

Sherlyn was getting worried. She didn't want to do anything that might harm what she suspected was a baby growing in her tummy. She was only days from knowing for sure, it had been only two weeks, but was she showing no signs of her period.

Emily was next. She took her turn reaching into the hat. The girl was petrified; she was afraid not knowing what kind of hideous task would be required of her. 

Her worries were completely warranted when she discovered she would be spending an evening as the slave of a dominatrix. She was to have her very first BDSM experience. Her experience was to occur in a seedy bar on the other side of the city. She was told that she should expect to be given to complete strangers who would perform sexual acts with her right in public.

Emily screamed, "Fuck no! Fuck you! You're all a bunch of demented ugly bitches! You can shove your sorority right up your over-fucked asses! I'm so fucking out of here." With that, the girl grabbed her things and stormed out the front door, slamming it hard as she departed.

This only left two girls left to pull out a task, it was Stephanie and Sherlyn. Sherlyn decided it was now or never. Sherlyn was so happy that Emily removed her revolting task from the hat before Sherlyn had a chance to draw. Sherlyn agreed with Emily's assessment of the Sorority leadership. They were all cruel, perverted, amoral individuals.

Sherlyn pulled out her slip and read it silently before reading it out loud as required. The following Saturday, two days away, she was to strip naked, walk from inside the sorority house out onto the sidewalk and to the parking lot where she would climb into a car. 

Once in the car, completely naked, she would begin a six plus hour trip while nude. She would be required to make three stops, where she would get out of her car, enter an establishment to buy designated items. She would be required take pictures of herself at each location, and she would have a video camera recording her the entire time she was driving.

Compared to Hillary and Hanna's tasks, Sherlyn considered herself lucky. Even with the risk of having the law involved.

Stephanie, who was really in her cups, was the last one to draw. There were still several tasks inside the hat, several that would go unused. Stephanie pulled out a slip and began to read it out loud, giggling the whole time she did. 

The drunken girl was to travel to Michigan and participate in the famed Naked Mile run. The silly blond girl, whose last name was O'Neil, certainly had the luck of the Irish. Every girl required to test would have traded with the drunken girl in a heartbeat, travel costs or not.

With the drawing over, and task dates set, Hillary and Sherlyn quickly left the party so they could return to their dorm room. Hillary was to report to the gentleman's club the next evening at 5pm, November 1st, which was a Friday night. She was required work as a stripper until 3:00am.

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Hillary drove up to the strip club. Fortunately, there weren't many cars parked around it, but on a Friday night she expected later in the evening the lot would be full. Hillary parked her BMW around to the back. 

Hillary was petrified that she was going to be dancing naked in front of a bunch of drunken men. The only concession afforded Hillary was that she was required to wear a mask the whole night. The sorority didn't want their reputation nor the good name of the University besmirched. 

After her classes, Hillary went by a costume shop earlier in the day to find a mask that fit well, and one that covered her whole face at the same time not looking hideous. She also went by a lingerie store that catered to exotic (erotic) dancers. She was helped by a girl who was tattooed from top to bottom and had every possible piercing possible. 

She left the store with a small variety of costumes for her dancing. Each was designed to be easily removed.

She was met at the door by the bouncer, who directed her to the back office where she was to meet with the owner, Tony. Tony welcomed her while leering at her the whole time. She was sure he could wait to have her stripped naked on one of his stages. 

Tony smiled and said, "It's about time those girls sent me someone who's a looker. Girl, you should do really well for yourself tonight. Matter of fact, I'm offering you a job—right here, right now. You can make a lot of money dancing, honey." Hillary politely turned him down.

He explained "You are expected to dance on one of the three stages every hour. In between dances you will serve drinks and make yourself available for lap dances." Dropping to a whisper he informed her, "There are two rooms in the back with beds. If you decided you want to entertain privately, I expect a 30 percent cut. You know, to rent the room and all. I also expect you to clean the room up and make the bed before coming back out to dance, oh and use the air freshener, okay." Hillary had no plan of taking anyone back there.

After Tony talked to her, she donned her mask and headed out into the main lounge. She was handed off to Trina, another stripper, who was to show her the ropes.

Trina explained to Hillary that she would dance three sets, or songs. Each one was about four minutes long. During the first song, she would be expected to lose her top about half way through the song. "Make a big show of your boobs once you have them out."

Trina continued to explain, "During the second song, you take off your bottoms leaving you in whatever kind of panties or bikini bottom you have on; like with your top, you want you bottoms to come off about half way through. During song one and two, you should use the time to tease out tips." 

Trina continued to explain, "During the final song, you want to lose your panties relatively quickly and then you want to lewdly tease the men with your cunt. The third song is always the longest of the three." Then Trina smiled and told Hillary, "Watch me during my first dance. I will be leading out on stage one this evening." 

Trina told Hillary "Put on a pair of thigh high stockings, that way you can take tips during your dances, even when you're naked. The men will hold up a tip in the air to attract your attention. You let the man tuck his tip into whatever clothing you have left on. After you take a tip, you dance directly in front of the man giving the tipper an exclusive show for five to thirty seconds; how long depends on the size of the tip. For a full thirty seconds it really needs to be a really big one. 

"Normally a guy expects a close-up peek inside your bottoms, or panties, if you still have them on, or a special look up between your spread legs for the tip if you're naked." Trina added, "Obviously, you go to the guys with the biggest tips first. If a guy gives you a ten or twenty, then let the tipper cop a feel for a bit. Just so you're not caught by surprise, in some cases, it might be a woman. We have lesbos, and a few drunken wives who come into the joint."

Then Trina gave her instructions for lap dances. She instructed. "You do a three song sets with those too. You lose your bottoms and panties much sooner though. 

"A lap dance is $25.00, collect it in advance. For that amount, the man sits with his hands on his thighs. The law says he's not supposed to touch you during the entire dance, but for the right tip, we kind of ignore the rule. It's not like anyone is watching you know. Last week I let a guy finger fuck me through the entire last song for a $100.00 tip.

"After you get your ass naked, first you dance upright right in front of the man's face, about 3 feet away. Then you're expected to sit in his lap facing away as you grind your ass into his cock—it's covered of course. That usually gets them good and hard. 

"Finally, during the last song, you drape your legs over their hands on their thighs, and then you wiggle your cunt around for them to get a good look at it. You want to move your hips around, or rock up and down so it looks like you're simulating fucking. A lot of girls will play with their tits while giving them a lap show too. I figure you might as well enjoy it too, right?

"I normally will let a guy play around with my boobs for a $20.00 tip, let him fondle my cunt for $50.00, but he has to really pony up to get to slip his fingers inside me."

During the whole time Hillary was being shown the ropes, she was ready to vomit. She was as anxious as a snake dancing with a mongoose. Dancing in front of a group of drunk pawing men was bad enough; letting one fondle her at one of the back tables was demeaning.

Even though the club was open for business at 4:00pm, the men didn't really start arriving until around six or seven. Hillary performed her first dance at 5:45 in front of a group of eight men. 

With her mask firmly in place, Hillary was wearing a cowgirl outfit. She walked up the steps to the small stage as the music began to play. The tune was fast paced and she did a lot of strutting around, throwing her hips around, mimicking the dance that Trina had done. 

Her top consisted of a plaid western cut shirt that was modified so she could tie it together just under her boobs. It covered her breasts nicely, but only took pulling the tie apart to undo it, making it easy to remove. She had a pair of western cut jeans on that had Velcro up and down both the outer seams. Again, it made them easy to undo and remove. The back of the jeans had been cut out over each of her butt cheeks, so each of her naked cheeks were entirely visible even from the start. This was facilitated by Hillary wearing a skimpy thong underneath, which left her butt cheeks naked. 

From the start, men were heckling her about the mask. They would call out things like, "Are you so ugly, you have to hide your face?", "My wife looks just like your mask honey!", or "What the hell, is this a game of peek-a-boo?" No matter what, Hillary wasn't going to be taunted into removing the only thing keeping her anonymous. 




Sorority Pledge Ch. 05



Almost from the start, men were sticking up money, attracting her over for a personal show. Many of them would pull her pants away, the jeans had a stretch waist band, so they could tuck the bill inside the waist band. Almost all of the men, would stick their fingers inside her pants as far as they could so they could feel her hot smooth skin inside, just with a simple tip.

Those with larger tips copped a feel. Several of the men, wanted to put the money inside her top so they could run their fingers inside, grazing over her hard nipples with their fingers as they did. At first, Hillary felt disgust each time someone touched her intimately. 

During her first song she got an amazing number of larger tips—several fives and a couple of tens. And, she had been fondled accordingly. It seemed everyone wanted to touch the masked girl with the lithe body. She spent so much time gathering tips, that she was late in taking her top off. After exposing her breasts, her hard nipples sucking in her areole, tips began to accumulate even faster in the waist band of her jeans. Twice she had to remove money to make room for more. 

During the pause between her first and second song, Hillary took the money wadded up in her hand and quite a bit of what was stuck inside the waist band of her jeans and put it with her discarded top. She was done unloading cash just in time, the music for her second song started. 

Hillary danced around, making all the teasing moves she learned from Trina. Surprisingly, she was starting to feel more at ease on the 'theater in the round' stage she was on. Men continued to call her over with tips. She had enough offering larger tips that she was able to ignore the men holding up just a dollar. 

Hillary felt flattered that she would attract the bigger bills. She was getting fives, tens, and the occasional twenty by then. The twenties began coming much more frequently after she removed her jeans early. Everyone wanted to stick a bill in the waist or leg bands of her thong, the big spenders expected to fondle her pussy. 

Astonishingly, Hillary discovered that most of the men gather around her were good natured, they were just in to see, and hopefully touch a little pussy, before calling it a night and starting their weekends of lawn mowing and honey-dos. 

Amazingly, Hillary was starting to feel aroused. She was amused that she was attracting all the attention she was. Trina, who had been at this for a number of years, didn't get half the tips Hillary was accumulating. With the bigger tips, came longer times with a man's hands between her legs. All the touching was beginning to have an effect.

For a twenty dollar bill, money Hillary would consider pocket change; she let a man actually run his fingers through her pussy lips; that is after she made sure the man's hands were clean. Hillary felt like a complete slut, a whore extraordinaire, but she was beginning to really enjoy the attention. Being publicly naked was turning out to be a complete turn on. Being groped by inebriated men was starting to make her moist between her legs. She knew that the bouncer would wade in if things got out of hand.

By the time the third song came along, Hillary was giving 'her men' a show to remember. One man motioned her over and had her bend over so he could whisper in her ear. He solicited her by telling her, "I've got a Benjamin Franklin for you if you let me stick my fingers inside you." 

Hillary took the money; cat calls rang out. The man pushed his fingers way up inside her vagina causing Hillary to tremble in delight. When the man pulled his fingers out, they were covered in Hillary's vaginal secretions. The man made a big show of licking her juices off his fingers. 

Before leaving the stage she accumulated two more $100.00 bills; Hillary let two more guys briefly finger fuck her as she stood on the stage. Hillary was amazed that she almost felt let down as the last song, a slow song, came to an end.

That's when she discovered she had a lineup of men who wanted to have table dances. The first man out offered her another $100.00 tip if he could finger fuck her. She held out for $200.00. It wasn't the money; she could have purchased the dive, making the monthly payments out of her allowance. She just wanted to see if the man would pay it. He did. 

She felt him work his fingers in and out of her vagina for two songs with Hillary's legs straddled over his thighs, her pussy spread open like a flower. The man quickly started to rub her clitoris with his other hand as he continued to finger fuck her pussy. 

With all the excitement of being so exposed, being the center of attention, and all the men who wanted to play with her pussy and boobs. Hillary actually tensed up as all the pressure in her tummy that had been building released; she had a delightful little orgasm causing her to quake in the man's lap at the end of the third song. The man added $50.00 more for the additional show.

Her second lap dance the man behaved and watched, as well as her third and fourth. 

Soon, it was time for Hillary to mount the second stage. Number two of three. With new guys, she started to gyrate her hips, swing her boobs, and bend over to give them a peek from behind all over again. More tips, more fun. Hillary was having the time of her life. She felt safe behind the mask.

As the night progressed she gave many lap dances. Some of them, men paid for extra privileges. She had a couple of them try to solicit her to go to the back room. She quickly let them know she wasn't interested. Getting finger fucked was as far as she was willing to go.

As she mounted the second stage for the second time, she began to wildly gyrate her hips to the music as she started the dance dressed in a teddy. Then suddenly, she lost her rhythm as she almost fainted right on the stage. One of the men at the edge of the small stage was her dad! Not Nate, who was her biological father, but Howard, the man she grew up with thinking he was her father. 

The normally distant Howard had a look of lust on his face and a smile like she had never seen before. On the third song, her dad motioned her over waiving a $100.00 bill. She was already naked, dancing lewdly in front of the men. For a hundred dollars she knew her dad was expecting to get to play inside her pussy. She felt angry, but mostly she felt betrayed. This distant man had time to fondle and enjoy strippers, but he never had time for her at all. That's when she began to hatch her plan.

She let her dad fondle her, let him run his fingers up inside her vagina as ten other guys watch on. She was astonished that it aroused her; even as angry she was with the man. She figure 'What the hell, what's one more relative inside my pussy. Not only that, in actuality, he's not even a relative.'

After the dance, after collecting her pile of tips, Hillary took her money and slipped it into a strong box provided to keep her tips safe. At the end of the night, the girl would give the establishment 20% of her tips, and she would keep the rest.

To her delight, giving her almost sinister pleasure, one of the first men to approach her for a lap dance was dear ol' dad. Howard actually gave her $100.00 to take her away from another man with just the introductory $25.00 rate. 

As the music started, like Salome of biblical fame, the girl stripped for her dad. Teasing him as she took off her teddy top, and then making him drool as she teased him with the outfit's skimpy panties. By the end of the first song she was naked. Not letting her down, dear old dad offered her the $200.00 she required for being finger fucked. 

She was simply frothing between her legs as she felt dad slip his fingers up inside her. He began to work his two middle fingers in and out of her vagina. She had her back to him as he slipped his digits in and out of her pussy; she ground her ass into his hard cock. The man was making gasps and sighs as Hillary purposely caused him to be aroused. 

At the end of the dance, she got the offer she was looking for. He whispered to her, "I'll give you $300.00 to go to the back room with me." 

Hillary huffed, and then said in a disguised raspy voice, "You're lucky to just be able to touch me for that amount."

Her dad chuckled, "Okay, so how much?"

Hillary picked an amount, not too much to scare him away, but enough to make him pay. She said, "700."

Howard countered, "500."

Hillary giggled and said, "600, final offer."

Her dad smiled and said, "Deal."

Hillary took her dad's hand and towed him towards the back rooms. Hillary noted all the envious looks around the room. Several were from guys who had made previous offers for the same treatment. Of course, Hillary didn't have a bone to pick with them, she did with her dad."

She didn't even bother to put her teddy back on as she wound her way through the small back hall. Finding a room that matched the owner's description, she pulled Howard in and locked the door. 

Her dad asked, "Can we take the mask off now so I can kiss you?"

Hillary giggled and said, "No. no. no. It stays on until I decide otherwise."

Soon Hillary was enveloped inside her dad's arms. The distant man that she had believed was her father for as long as she could remember was going to be getting the surprise of a lifetime, but all on Hillary's schedule.

Howard started to kiss her neck and under her chin. At the same time he had his hands down on the naked cheeks of her ass massaging them. She was surprised how aroused she was becoming; she felt a continual warm wetness build between her legs. From the start, she decided that she might as well enjoy her little deception. 

She reached down and unbuttoned his trousers, unzipping them, letting them drop to the floor. Hillary reached inside his shorts and started to fondle his engorged cock. She listened as the man moaned; he was enjoying her hand as she gently caressed his hardness. The man broke away briefly to pull his shirts up over his head.

Soon, Hillary's dad was stooped over sucking her hard nipples. Hillary trembled and was pleased with the way it felt; she could feel her passion growing. She added to her amusement as she thought of Pierre Choderlos de Laclos' quote from his book 'Dangerous Liaisons', loosely translated, 'Revenge is a dish best served cold'. Well, counter to the author's advice, Hillary was going to serve hers up red hot. 

What Hillary didn't know was whom she wanted revenge against the most: Howard for begin so distant and unloving, or her bitch of a mother.

Howard laid her back onto the small bed in the correspondingly small room. His warm hands stroked her, caressed her skin, and it eventually found her inner thighs, slowly working its way up so he could fondle her soft folds. Within minutes, he had his fingers up inside her vagina yet again, gently finger fucking the girl.

The man chuckled and commented, "You know. You look an awful lot like my daughter." 

The man acted like he had made a decision, he moved his mouth down and started to kiss the undersides of Hillary's soft breasts; he kissed over her ribs and around her diaphragm. Hillary knew what her dad was about, and it just added to her satisfaction, knowing when she unleashed her little surprise, that dear ol' daddy would be completely stricken with shock and guilt.

Even with revenge in mind, Hillary was enjoying her dad's kisses and caresses. She especially was enjoying his fingers stroking in and out of her pussy. It seemed that every time he pulled is fingers outward, her labia was getting wetter. She was feeling that delightful pressure growing that would eventually assure that she had a wonderful orgasm.

Howard's mouth moved down onto her tummy, as he gently planted warm, wet kisses all over her soft abdomen. Hillary especially liked being kissed on her tummy just above her pubic hair. Peter had become a master at teasing her there. Howard wasn't doing badly.

Hillary's dad gently pulled her naked thighs apart so he could move between them. Hillary felt his warm, naked shoulders press up against her thighs as he moved his mouth down inside her golden triangle as he kissed lower. His fingers kept stroking in and out of her vagina.

The girl moaned and whimpered as his mouth moved down forming a seal around her cleft. Hillary felt her arousal state double as her dad started to tease her labia with is tongue. When he moved his mouth lower and jammed his tongue up inside her vaginal opening, replacing the fingers that had been inside her with his tongue, Hillary couldn't hold her hips still. She rocked them up against his face, trying to get his tongue deeper inside her.

The pressure in her tummy had grown to an unbelievable level; she wanted him to move to her clit so badly; she needed release. For a while the fact that she was being made love to by her father, her plans of revenge had faded to the back of her mind. All she could concentrate on was achieving orgasm.

Hillary knew that there were girls that weren't particularly fond of getting oral sex, but to Hillary, it was almost like crack cocaine. She was so utterly addicted to it. Daddy or not, what the man was doing between her legs, his tongue sorting through her lips, was driving up her ardor.

After reaming her vaginal opening for several minutes, he replaced his tongue with his fingers again. This time instead of finger fucking her, he slipped them up behind her pubic bone and started to massage her 'G' spot. At the same time he moved up and bore down on her clitoris. 

Hillary howled, she gasped, she moaned, and she giggled. The pressure deep inside her tummy released like a small explosion. She felt delightful spasms rippled up and down her vagina, causing waves of blissful pleasure to shoot throughout her body.

Hillary rode her passion for a good 15 to 20 seconds. The fantastic orgasm caused her to lose control; she writhed on the bed grabbing hands full of sheet. She felt her thighs snap together around her dad's head. She may have resented the man entirely, but he certainly knew how to eat pussy.

Howard chuckled, "Well, my little lady, it's time you earn your pay." The man moved up, stripping his underwear as he did. Hillary reached down, gripping his hard cock with her fingers as she guided his long, hard shaft into her opening. She was so wet; her dad had no problem at all slipping his cock completely up inside her vagina.

Hillary gasped out, "Oh shit! That feels so fucking good!" Like most her lovers, Hillary loved the feeling of fullness; she loved how his cock stretched her vagina, making it conform to its shape, filling the emptiness. 

As soon as Howard was buried up inside her, he began to piston himself in and out of Hillary by rocking his hips. He held his body up off of hers using his arms to make a tripod. Hillary listened as the man moaned in pleasure. She figured he must have been really aroused by all that had happened out in the main room of the club, the lap dance, and now having given her oral sex. 

Hillary decided she would spring her little trap as the man got off inside her tummy. That way he wouldn't be trying to get away before concluding the act. 

The blond girl was thoroughly enjoying the feel of her dad's flange rubbing along her vagina walls, feeling the sides of his hard shaft gliding throughout her whole vagina. It felt magnificent. Even if her goal was revenge, she was fully enjoying fucking the man. 

Hillary was feeling her passion peak again. She was surprised at how long her dad was lasting. She was panting and gasping into the mask she was wearing, and then she let out another deep, loud moan as she felt a second orgasm wash over her. Man, she liked to fuck!

Howard, after watching the young woman beneath him have a second, astonishing orgasm, felt the pressure in his bottom reach a culmination. As the girl melted back into the bed, he felt the agony claw itself up through is bottom as it burst out through his engorged cock. 

Hillary felt him begin to pulse against her walls. She almost missed her opportunity, she felt so spent from her second orgasm, but with an iron will, she reached up and pull the mask up, as she did she purred, "Mmm, daddy, I hope you had a good time. Did you like fucking you're little girl?"

Hillary thrilled in watching the look of shock on the man's face. She knew he was going to be overwhelmed with guilt from what he had done. Knowing that she made the man cheat on her mother, it made her revenge even grander.

Then everything went all wrong. The man burst out laughing. He looked down with genuine mirth on his face as he stated, "My gawd, Hillary, what the hell were you thinking. Heavens girl, you were one hell of a nice fuck!" Then still grinning, he added, "My goodness, I've been dreaming of nailing your shapely ass for years, and here you are with my cock still buried up inside your pretty, pink pussy."

Hillary just lay beneath him, stunned that her little plot had backfired. Had Howard been dreaming of fucking her for years? She simply couldn't believe it. She played right into his hands. This caused the girl to flush in embarrassment.

Howard continued to crow, "Doesn't this just server that bitchy slut of a wife of mine right? And, even better, it serves that perverted, egotistical brother of hers right too. This is simply the best surprise of my life." 

Finding himself still hard, Howard reached down and powerfully rolled Hillary over onto her tummy. He lifted up her bottom so she was on her knees and he rammed his still hard cock all the way inside Hillary's cum filled vagina. She gasped from the force of his thrust. 

Hillary tried crawling away, but her 'dad' easily pulled her back and held her hips firmly as he pounded his had shaft up against her bottom repeatedly, forcefully. 

Hillary had been fucked hard before, but this time it was making her sick. The man was fucking her with a lust she'd never seen or experienced before. He was delighted to be fucking the girl he thought was his daughter; fucking her as she was a cheap whore.

Hillary had no choice but to endure his shaft beating a quick tempo inside her vagina. It didn't hurt, but it humiliated. Hillary was finding no enjoyment at all. She was crestfallen her devious little plan had turned on her so dreadfully. She had a sickening feeling after enduring a long period of time of him pounding into her, she felt him throb up inside her vagina canal again. 

Finally, after pressing himself up against her ass for who knew how long, he pulled out of her. Hillary collapsed down onto the bed, feeling used. She had nobody to blame but herself. Before this evening she had no idea what a devious, depraved individual Howard was. 

Howard slipped on his underwear, then his slacks. He reached into his pocket, pulled out a money roll, and he peeled off seven $100.00 bills. As tears coursed down Hillary's cheeks as she lay against the sheets, he tossed the money in front of Hillary's face. 

He crowed, "Well, my dear daughter, I really enjoyed fucking you immensely. You were worth the extra hundred." He pulled his golf shirt over his head and as he trooped out of the small room he said, "Why don't you swing by the house this weekend. We can have another go at it. You really are an incredible fuck, Hillary."

Hillary felt debased, she felt simply appalled. Not only because her little plot of revenge had backfired in the worst way, but she was felt guilty that she had let herself descend into such a state as to have attempted it in the first place. She knew all of it, the sorority, acting like a slut, getting fucked over by her 'step' father; it was all her own fault. She had nobody to blame but the girl in the mirror.

As far as Howard went, she actually enjoyed fucking the man up until the first time he got off inside her. But, the act of pulling off her mask seemed to have unleashed a demon in the man. It also brought her to the reality of all she had done since she placed a bid for membership in the sorority. She couldn't believe she allowed herself to stoop so low. The man left her so drained; she didn't even have the energy to hate him.




Sorority Pledge Ch. 06



Conclusion

Sherlyn was awake when surprisingly, Hillary came back from her test early; it was just past midnight. Hillary seemed to be in a foul mood, Sherlyn decided to risk Hillary's ire by trying to find out what was wrong. "You're back early; I can only assume things didn't go to well."

Hillary started to respond, "No, no, they didn't go well at all. Gawd Sherlyn, I'm such an unbelievable slut. I was enjoying the hell out of stripping in front of a bunch of drunken men; I was total aroused from being pawed and fondled. Then I..." That was all she could get out, Hillary broke down and began to sob.

Sherlyn, dressed in the light blue chemise and panties that Peter liked so well, hopped out of her bed and rushed over to take Hillary into her arms. She soothingly said, "Hey now, whatever it is, you'll get through it." 

Stroking Hillary's back as the blond girl cried into her shoulders, Sherlyn added, "That's what I like about you, Hillary, you're so resilient, so strong." Hillary just continued to sob. Tears soaked Sherlyn's shoulder. The taller girl just rocked her smaller friend in her arms, trying to give her as much comfort as possible.

Finally after a good ten minutes, Hillary's tears started to dry up. She developed a case of the hiccups from all the crying. Through hiccups and an occasional residual sob, Hillary explained what happened during her test.

Sherlyn was appalled over what was expected of her rich, blond friend. Sherlyn could possibly get up and display herself like that in public, pulling her clothes off while a bunch of drunken men watched on. She could never spread her legs so a group of men could leer at her pussy. 

Then she had to rein in those thoughts, in a little of over 12 hours she was going to experience her own trial; she would be going out in public naked herself. At lease she wouldn't have men pawing and fondling her. Running around in public without clothing on was going to be bad enough.

Pulling Sherlyn's attention back to what she was saying, Hillary explained, "*hiccup* Like I said, I was actually enjoying being a stripper. *hiccup*, Then I looked down and there was my dad!"

Sherlyn looked shocked, "Nate was in the stripper bar?"

Hillary said, "No, the guy I grew up with, *hiccup* Howard's his name."

Sherlyn understood, "Ah."

Hillary continued, "Anyway, I came up with this way for me to get even with him, *Hiccup*, for being such a shitty dad. Sheri, he never had time for Peter and me, never."

Sherlyn asked, "So what was this plan of yours?"

Hillary held back, not sure she wanted to tell her best friend what a pure unadulterated whore she had been. Finally she whispered, "I fucked him with my mask on *hiccup*. Then when he got off inside me, I pulled the mask off. *hiccup* I wanted him to feel guilty and ashamed."

Sherlyn was stunned. Hillary had done some pretty kinky things in the last month or so, but this was a bit over the top even for her. Setting her thoughts and feelings aside, Sherlyn reminded herself that Hillary was still her best friend. "Okay, so what happened?"

Hillary paused, the tears started to flow again, she gasped out, "He laughed at me. He told me that I was a great fuck. *hiccup* He didn't care that he was fucking with his own daughter, he thought it was great.  I could have been any old prostitute for all he cared." 

Blushing badly Hillary added, "Then he rolled me over on my tummy and just jammed himself up inside my pussy. *hiccup* He didn't ask, he didn't care if I was enjoying it or not, he just fucked me for the sole purpose of getting off. It was like I only existed for sexual enjoyment."

Sherlyn asked, "So, it was the fact that he just didn't care that bothered you?"

Hillary sniffed, "Yeah, that's it." Then she continued, "Also, what bothered me was that I let my thoughts become so distorted, *hiccup*, that I would use sex as a weapon, as a way to get even. Sherlyn, you know I do some pretty odd things, but I'm not that kind of person. What was I thinking?"

Sherlyn pondered the question, "I think you were just trying to get your dad to notice you, pay attention to you; you wanted him to show you that he cared. Since you are studying psychology, you know better than I that if a child doesn't get positive attention, they will resort to acting out to get negative attention. Attention is attention; they will get it no matter what it takes.

"I think the idea that you had in your head, thinking it was revenge, was just an excuse to get him to pay attention to you. It sounds to me like the man is a total narcissist. You are much better off with Nate as your father."

Hillary started to weep again, between sobs Hillary exclaimed, "That's the problem, *hiccup* Nate is going to die, and I'm going to be left with Howard again!"

"You don't need the man to validate who you are." Sherlyn replied tenderly, "Like I said, you're a strong person. You don't need Howard, you don't need your mother, or any of them. You have Peter, you have Terrance and me, and you'll make hundreds of friends over your lifetime. You even have your real father for a while; at least you found out the truth before he dies. I know he loves you.

"You know you're becoming an adult when you've figured out you don't need your parents to validate the things you do anymore; more importantly, you no longer need them to tell you what to do. You start defining your actions on your own." She added, "It's time you stood up and took control of Hillary. The only one who needs to tell Hillary what to do is you."

Hillary sniffed, "Yeah, I see what you're saying. It make sense." Then she smiled, "I'm going to tell Melinda to go shove her sorority up her ass tomorrow."

Sherlyn laughed, "You go girl! I wished I could do the same, but I need it. I need the connections I can make by being a member. I'm just a nobody from South Dakota and I need to establish networks so I can climb the ladder of success. The sorority, as depraved as they are, will give me contacts, it will open doors for me that normally would have been closed and locked."

Hillary laughed at her friend, "What was that speech you just gave me? Be your own person?"

Sherlyn smiled, "Point taken. But, with all my fancy talk, we still need other people. It's just we need to choose people who lift us up, not the ones who tear us down." Sherlyn added tenderly, "People like you, thank you for being my friend, Hillary."

Hillary nodded with understanding, "Does that mean you're going on your drive tomorrow?"

Sherlyn grimaced, "Yes, I'm going to finish the last 'test', I'm going to submit myself to the initiation, and I'm going to be a member of Sigma Epsilon Chi, have you noticed how the Greek letters look like they spell sex? Like I said, I really have no choice."

Hillary grinned, "Well, the least I can do as your friend is to lend you my car."

Sherlyn's eyes got big, "Really?"

Hillary giggled, "Yeah, really. Just don't get it impounded, okay?"

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Sherlyn arrived at sorority house the next morning. Compared to the tasks Hillary and a couple of the other girls pulled out of the hat, Sherlyn's was relatively mild. It kept her out of the having sex thing, which her first two tasks involved; this task was more along the lines of exhibitionism. But, this new task was considerably more perilous due to its illegality. The law didn't want people running around on the streets and highways naked.

Not having her own car, Sherlyn was pleased that Hillary had lent her the BMW. The car was magnificent to say the least. The fact that Hillary let her borrow the expensive car was a testament to their friendship.

Sherlyn disrobed in the main entrance to the sorority house like she was told, her clothing was toted away for safekeeping. She wasn't even allowed to wear jewelry. From inside the sorority she was told to walk out the front entrance and follow the sidewalk to the parking lot while completely naked. She was to go to the car she would drive on her little trip.

For convenience, Sherlyn had her long, brunette locks done up in a braid to keep her hair from become annoying. Just that morning, Hillary took some scissors to Sherlyn's pubic hair, giving her another trim. Hillary told her it wouldn't do to be seen in public with an unruly mop. 

As she stepped out of the Sorority house and walked to the parking lot, she was acutely aware of how exposed she was. She moved quickly to get in the car. Even at the rapid pace she walked, two cars drove by, the boys inside made catcalls after spying the naked girl 

She put a towel down on the seat to protect the seat from her naked bum. The last thing she wanted to do was make the leather seats in Hillary's new car smell like her butt, even though she showered earlier that morning. 

Once behind the wheel, she was considerably more concealed than she had been while walking out the door of the Sorority. The girls in charge of her task gave her a sheet detailing where she was to drive to, and a list of what she was to obtain. Essentially, Sherlyn was on a naked scavenger hunt.

She was told that even though the freeways were a quick way to travel, the back roads would give her less opportunity to get caught. She was assured that if she was arrested the sorority would bail her out, and that the sorority had an in with the court system and would have charges dismissed. Sherlyn didn't want to put the statement to a test; she was going to be as careful as could be. 

Since Sherlyn wouldn't be acting in a lewd or lascivious way, she wouldn't be arrested for indecent exposure, but she would likely face disorderly conduct charges, completely normal behavior for most college students according to her older sorority sisters.

Her first stop was North Brookfield where she was to find a particular fruit and vegetable stand on the outskirts of the small community. So, at high noon, Sherlyn put the car in drive and started her trip.

Sherlyn drove out of the university grounds, constantly on guard for campus security. She had the seat laid back as much as she could with it up enough so she could drive properly. She stayed scrunched down as much as possible until she got out of the city. 

The secret to leaving the city without getting caught was to avoid as many traffic lights as possible. People who were sitting in their cars while stopped were likelier to be looking around.

By keeping both hands on the wheel and her arms up even with her breasts, it reduced the possibility of someone noticing her naked boobs from the side. Her areole and nipples could easily give her away. Still, she winced every time she passed a car, or a car passed her. What were worse were higher profile vehicles like SUVs. From the passenger side, they could look right down into her lap. For that reason, she tried to stay in the far right lane as much as possible.

Thank goodness, the windows in Hillary's car were somewhat tinted. If she would have been sitting in the back seat, she would have been home free due to the dark tinting of the rear windows. By the laws of the state, the driver and passenger side windows couldn't be tinted as darkly. The windshield was hardly tinted at all for the same reason.

Sherlyn visibly relaxed as she started putting the city behind her, as she drove west on a series of back roads. The navigation system in Hillary's car was a god send in helping her plan her route. 

Her instructions were to buy the items at each stop on her list, but she was also required to take pictures of herself with her cell phone at each location. In addition, she had a video camera, mounted in a rack, sitting in the passenger seat. It was set up to video record her as she drove. It was insurance that she wouldn't stop and acquire clothing somewhere. She was to remain naked until she got back to the sorority.

Sherlyn pulled up into the parking area for the fruit and vegetable Stand in North Brookfield. She had been on the road for nearly two hours; she was amazed she hadn't been caught yet and taken to jail. She would never hear the end of it from her parents if that occurred. The sisters sending her off said she had about a 35 percent chance of being arrested based on past history.

While in North Brookfield, she was to buy a half dozen pieces of fruit or vegetables of her choice. Being late in the season, the choice of fresh items was limited. Of course, many of the year round produce stands like this one sold the same imported stuff as Grocery stores. 

Sherlyn was a nervous as a politician on Election Day, what was the couple working the stand going to say about a naked girl getting out of a car to buy fruit.

Taking a deep breath, the dark haired girl unbuckled her seat belt and opened the car door. It was now or never. After, checking all around for police, Sherlyn climbed out of the car. 

Sherlyn quickly walked up to the fruit stand where the older couple was working. The woman looked up and a big grin crossed her face, "Well, it looks like a girl from the college has finally showed up Ed."

The man, Sherlyn presumed it to be the woman's husband, looked up from the records he was working on. He smiled, "Wow, Marilyn, they sent us pretty one this time."

Sherlyn was shocked, "You were expecting me?"

Marilyn made a shooing motion with her hand, "Sure honey, they send one of you gals out here naked almost every year. Initiation, right?"

Sherlyn smiled demurely, "Yeah, something like that."

Marilyn looked at her husband, "Edward, put your eyes back in your head and stop ogling the girl."

Edward chuckled, "I can't help myself, look at the boobs on the girl."

Marilyn shook her head, "Honey, you would think the man had never seen a naked girl before. What can I get for you?"

Sherlyn looked around quickly, hoping to get back in the car quickly so she could depart for the next location. She said, "How about six of those apples?"

The man smiled as his gaze wandered down to her dark brown 'V', "You know, I can give you a whole dozen for 40 cents more."

Sherlyn didn't want to haggle, "Okay, fine." She handed the man over a $10.00 bill. She waited, glancing around nervously as the man counted out her change. Then he took his time bagging up her apples. After what seemed like an excruciatingly long time, the man handed her the change and the apples.

Sherlyn only had one more thing to do, and she could be on her way. She could either take a selfie with her cellphone, or she could ask the couple to take it for her. It had to show her naked in front of the small business.

"Could I ask a favor?" asked the girl.

Marilyn smiled, "You need a picture right?"

Sherlyn sighed, "Um, yeah. I do."

Marilyn replied, with conditions, "Sure, Honey, but can we take a couple of our own? We have a scrap book, you see."

Sherlyn trying to get the hell out of there, answered, "Sure, no problem."

The wife took Sherlyn's phone and snapped a picture of the girl with neatly arranged fruit and vegetables behind her. Then Marilyn said, "Ed, why don't you stand with her."

Sherlyn blushed as the man snugged himself up against her. Marilyn snapped a couple shots. Then Ed, as bold as could be, asked, "Could I get one with my hands on your boobs? That would be killer!"

Marilyn chided, "Edward Simpson, you dirty old man!" It was immediately understood by Sherlyn that the man's wife wasn't going to try to talk him out of it.

Sherlyn decided if it would get her out of there quicker, she would let the man put his damned hands on her boobs. As many other things that had happened to her over the last month or so, having her breasts touched by a stranger was fairly minor. She said, "Sure, but I need to hurry."

So Ed stood behind her, looking over her shoulder at the camera with his arms around wrapped around Sherlyn's chest, he reached up and cupped her breasts with both hands, his fingers spread so her nipples would show through. Once he had a firm grip on her boobs, Marilyn took several shots. Then she took Sherlyn's cell phone and took a couple more shots so the girl could have a set. She said, "Now you can remember the dirty old man that had to have a handful of your titties."

It wouldn't be very high on the list of what Sherlyn considered desirable memories.

Then the woman laughed and said, "My turn!" So Ed grabbed the two phones and the older woman stood beside Sherlyn. The woman pulled her top up and flashed her own tits as the man snapped pictures with both phones.

Marilyn laughed, "I did that a lot at Sturgis when Ed and I rode out there one summer for the rally." She was referring to the big annual motorcycle rally that happened every year in the small town of Sturgis, which was on the other side of Sherlyn's home state.

With pictures taken, Sherlyn retrieved her cell phone, the apples, and her change thanking the couple as she walked away. She quickly headed to the car to head to the next stop. She was sure she was going to get arrested before she was done for the day. 

Her next stop was Adams on the far western side of the state, which was almost another two hours travel time. The drive proved uneventful. She was amazed at how people tended to mind their own business while they drove. Cars that were coming head on could only see her for a split second and were unlikely to register that she was naked. She was amazed that she had driven 140 miles and nobody seemed to notice her nudity or care if they did.

She rolled into the small town. Her destination was the only convenience store in the small community; it was a 7-Eleven on the north side of the town. Her assignment while there was to go into the store, pay the cashier, come out, pump the gas tank full, and then go back inside to get her change. Of course, she was required to get a picture with her in front of the store and another one with the cashier before moving on.

She grabbed $40.00 cash she had stuffed in a cubby and got out of the car. She tried as much as possible to keep the gas pumps between the road and herself. She was mortified to be out in the middle of downtown Adams conspicuously naked. She was able to see people walking up and down the sidewalk when she drove into the hamlet.

Screwing up her courage, she walked into the small convenience store. The young man sitting behind the register looked up and stared at her in amazement. He gasped, "They said this happened, but I didn't believe a word of it. You're from a University, aren't you? You're doing one of those sorority initiation things, right?"

Sherlyn blushing said, "Um, yeah, I need some gas." She handed the cashier her $40.00 so he would turn the pump on. It would have been so much easier with a credit card, but that wouldn't have served the purpose, would it. 

The young man called out, "Hey, Milton! We have one of those college girls!"

Sherlyn turned as she heard heavy footsteps approach from the back aisle. As she looked up to see who the newcomer was, she almost peed on the floor. It was a cop! Sherlyn didn't know whether to run, or just stand until the man arrested her. She felt like she was going to faint.

The man in uniform identified himself, "Hi, sweetie, I'm Milton Redding, I'm the Adams Chief of Police. My goodness, they sure sent a pretty one out this time. Girl, you are stacked."

Sherlyn, as pale as a ghost, squeaked out, "Are you going to arrest me?"

The policeman chucked, "Hell no, that would spoil everybody's fun. We've had a naked girl come into town for gas every year for as long as I can remember. It's a tradition. 

"No, Sweetie, you go ahead get your gas, and we'll get some pictures, and you can be on your way." Then he requested, "Okay, sweetie, why don't you give me your phone and we can start snapping the pictures you need."

The policemen took pictures of Sherlyn pumping the gas, another of her walking naked for the door, a couple more inside the store, the required one with the clerk standing behind Sherlyn, and finally, the officer had the clerk take a few pictures of the girl standing with him in his uniform.