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Sorority

By: Kapricorn71



I arrived at Leslie's new townhouse, around 5:30. I paid the cab driver, carried my bags up the steps and took a deep breath before I rang the doorbell.

I heard Leslie holler out "Rene's here!" before the door unlocked and opened. "Come here girl," she held her arms open for a hug. I dropped the bag off my shoulder, and we embraced. "You ready to relax this weekend?" she asked in my ear.

"Girl, this will be just what I need," I said stepping back and getting my bag from the step.

Leslie closed the door behind me, "Damn, you're looking good. Lost all that baby weight, didn't you?"

"Exercise and stress are two sure-fire ways to lose weight."

"Let me show you to the bedroom where you can put your stuff down," she led me around a couple of turns. "I'll give you the official tour later. We have plenty of time."

That was good to hear. I didn't want to force this weekend, and wanted to just relax and enjoy it. We passed by the kitchen, and there was Rochelle tossing a salad – wearing a bra and a pair of sweatpants. It was then that I noticed what Leslie had on – her husband's tank-top and panties.

"How are you girl?" Rochelle came and hugged me.

"I'll be fine. It smells good in there."

"You know I got skills!" She went back to the kitchen, "It won't be ready for an hour, so you've got time to freshen up and relax."

"This is the guest bedroom," Leslie said from a little down the hall, "Yours and Rochelle's home for the weekend."

"Thanks," I said going by her into the room. "This is nice."

"I like it almost more than I do my own room."

"I'm gonna call Eric to let him know I got here safe, then I'm gonna take a bath."

"Don't stay on the phone too long with him, he's why you're stressed out in the first place."

I sat on the bed by the phone, "Just a quick 'hi and bye'."

"I'll start your water for you," Leslie said closing the door.

I took a breath, and dialed home. Eric answered on the third ring. "I made it."

"Good. How is everybody?"

"They're fine, we haven't had a chance to talk yet."

"Tell them I said hello."

"I will. How's Marlena?"

"Our baby girl is doing fine. She misses you already; I do too."

I rolled my eyes at him adding himself in there, "It's only three days."

"I know, but I'd rather we spend this long weekend as a family."

"Eric," I sighed, "this weekend is for me. I need this."

"When do we get some family time, huh? School is for you, your support group is for you, the committees you sit on are for you, your workout schedule is for you. When do I get something?"

My hand started trembling, "This kind of insecurity is what I came here to get away from."

"Right, you went there to get away from me. I said that when you first mentioned you wanted to go."

"Why do you always make this about you! I need this for me, and I'll be back Monday, all right?"

"Whatever," he hung up.

He knows I hate being hung up on. I thought to call back just to hang up on him, but he'd be evil enough to not answer the phone. I sat there and collected myself. I hope Leslie and Rochelle didn't hear me shouting; those two are worried enough about me, I don't want to ruin the weekend.

I could hear the bath water running, so I undressed and got my toiletries out of my bag. I put my silk robe on and went to ask Leslie where her towels were. When I got to the corner of the kitchen, I knew they hadn't heard me. Leslie was on the counter, one foot dangling off and the other on the edge of the counter as Rochelle had her face between Leslie's legs. Leslie was bracing herself with one hand, and running her free hand over Rochelle's short hair. By the look of pleasure on Leslie's face, Rochelle was doing her usual good job of "Kissing the Cat," as we called it. Rochelle and I are close in complexion, both brownskin; Leslie was light skin - and I loved the contrast I was staring at.

A grin slid over my face, as I cleared me throat to get their attention. "Just gonna leave me out, huh?"

"Sorry, Rene'," Rochelle looked up, wiping her mouth as she came over to me. "Have you ever been left out before? We just wanted to give you a chance to settle in," Rochelle slid her hand inside my rode and caressed my breast.

I felt that surge of energy I haven't felt since this time last year, as my eyes closed themselves. My body started responding in ways it hadn't responded to my husband in a long time.

"Do you need something?"

"Yes," I whispered.

"Rene'!"

"Huh?" my eyes opened.

Rochelle giggled, gave me a peck on the lips, and went back to Leslie.

"What do you need?"

"Uhm, where are the towels?"

"I set everything you need on the toilet seat. Enjoy yourself."

"You too," I grinned, and went into the bathroom.

The smell of lavender overtook me. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply, then went to the tub to turn off the water. I dipped my hand in, and the temperature was perfect. "Why can't Eric be this good?" I asked myself. "I see Leslie once a year, and she remembers what I like everytime. Eric can't remember from one week to the next."

I shook the thought of him out of my head, and let my robe fall to the floor. Rochelle's brief caress had me moist. I ran my middle finger between my legs, then brought it to my mouth as I looked at myself in the mirror. Though I thought I still had too much of a belly, I had lost most of the baby weight. I was very disappointed with the stretch marks carrying her left, despite putting cocoa butter on every day. Eric said he didn't care about them, but I don't trust that. He would say anything to start having sex again. My breast had lost some of their fullness, but they were still bigger than they were before I got pregnant. My nipples had lightened back to theirnormal shade of brown as well. My hips were a little bit wider now too. I noticed a scale in the corner, and felt bold enough to get on. 140, only 10 pounds off my pre-pregnancy weight - that made me smile.

Leslie's bathroom had a dimmer, so I turned the lights down and noticed a small package sticking out of the side of the towel. I smiled as I opened the envelope, then smiled even bigger when I saw the mini vibrator inside. The note told me to enjoy myself. I took another cleansing breath, then stepped into the water. I sunk down until the bubbles were over my chin, and closed my eyes.

I'm not sure how much time passed before I sensed someone standing beside the tub. I sat up, a little startled.

"Relax, Rene'," Leslie grinned.

I wiped my face, "That seems to be becoming the catch phrase of the weekend."

"Maybe it will sink into that hard head of yours," she playfully knocked on my forehead, then sat her nude body on the side of the tub. "Doesn't look like you've christened your gift."

"I think I dozed off."

"I'll leave you alone then," she got up. "I'm sorry for disturbing you."

I grabbed her hand, and guided her back down, "That's not necessary."

"Good," she grinned.

I sighed, "I've been here for 20 minutes, and I feel more special than I do after a year of marriage to Eric. Thank you."

Leslie ran her hand over my head, "You're welcome." She looked into my eyes, then leaned over to kiss my lips.

I closed my eyes, a savored the softness of her lips on mine. Then I let her tongue slowly part my lips, and find my tongue. Leslie was the little sister of the trio, three years younger than Rochelle and I. She was the sweetest too, her kisses always reminded me of cherries. I felt her hand come to my breast; and, as if the kiss wasn't stirring the passions in me enough, a thrill shot through my body. Her hand moved from my left nipple, to my right nipple, then in small circles on my abs. She broke the kiss; and as I licked her sweetness from around my mouth, she grabbed the vibrator.

"It's water-proof," she smiled as she tuned it on.

I grabbed her hand as she put it in the water, "I'd rather feel you."

She nodded and put the vibrator back on the toilet seat, "Whatever you wish, my lady." She got on her knees by the tub, and lathered her hands with the bar of soap. "First we have to prepare you." Her hands moved masterfully over my arms, and my shoulders. She lifted my right leg out of the water, and washed it. She started at my knee, and made larger circles outward. When she reached the top of my thigh, she massaged it. I had my eyes closed, hoping her fingers would at least brush my pussy – but I had a gentle orgasm even though they didn't. She the concentrated on my foot; taking the time to wash each toe, and massage the ball and heel. I reached my hand out to rub her back; Leslie was making me feel so good. She repeated each step with my left leg, then told me to turn over.

Leslie lathered her hands again, then started with my shoulders. My head was swimming with passion from her touch. She was taking her time, and igniting ever nerve ending in my body. Her hands began kneading the flesh of my ass, causing my pussy lips to open and close together, causing another orgasm to build. Then, finally, I felt her fingers work their way between my legs, through my lips, and to my clit. Within moments, my body was trembling and my hips raised off the bottom of the tub.

"Oooh, Leslie," I moaned.

"Yes, honey?" she asked innocently.

As the orgasm subsided, I spread my knees to the sides of the tub and rubbed my pussy over her fingers. "Where's that vibrator?"

She reached back with her free hand, "Right here." Her hand left me, and the vibrator returned in it's place. I raised my ass a little more out of the water, as she tuned the vibrator up to high and ran it between my legs. "You ready for this?"

"Yessss."

She gently and slowly twisted it over my clit. It wasn't very big, but I didn't need much to push me over the edge again.

I laid out on the bottom of the tub, and took a second to catch my breath. I opened my eyes for the first time in a short while and looked over my shoulder to see Rochelle standing behind Leslie holding open my towel. Leslie helped me stand up, then rinsed the suds from my body. I bent over to scoop some water to help her, but she told me to let them take care of me.

I felt like a queen. She raised my hands above my head, and planed kisses on my body as she rinsed me off. Then she helped me out. Rochelle wrapped the towel around me and held me to her. "Y'all gonna spoil me."

"That's the idea," she kissed me then started drying me off. I loved kissing Rochelle. She didn't taste as sweet as Leslie, but she was a touch more aggressive. Rochelle and I could actually pass for sisters; we were nearly the same height, and medium-brown complexion. Rochelle wore her hair in a fade, whereas I wore shoulder-length twists. Rochelle was a b-cup at best, whereas I was now a double-c. Leslie was opposite both of us, except for her height. She was light-skin, wore braids to the middle of her back, and was a c-cup.

Rochelle stood up from drying my legs and feet, and Leslie began putting oil on my back. Rochelle put the towel down, and began oiling my front. Their hands moving over my body felt magnificent. These two were trying to put me over the edge again with their slow, methodical squeezing and caressing. Eric could never make me feel this good, or this special. After oiling my back and legs, Leslie began kneading my ass again.

"You got it goin' on back here, girl."

If a Black woman can blush, I did.

"I wish I had some of this."

"You have had some," I flirted.

She stood up and put her arms around me. "And I'm going to have some more too," she kissed my neck.

The warmth of her body pressed against my damp skin felt wonderful. I put my hands over hers, and brought them to my breasts just as Rochelle began kissing my thighs.

"Where's my kitty at?" Rochelle said in between licks at the apex my triangle. My knees instinctively bent. "Here kitty, kitty, kitty," she said and licked again.

My right hand dropped from Leslie, and went to Rochelle's head. "Y'all gonna make me not go home," I smiled.

Leslie released my neck from her lips, then ran her tongue down my spine in between my cheeks. Eric always tried to lick my ass during oral sex, but it always felt awkward. When Leslie spread my cheeks, I squatted a little further to give her and Rochelle the access to what they were looking for.

I played with my nipples, closed my eyes and allowed the passion of the moment to wash through my mind. A tongue at my clit, a tongue at my pussy – I thought life could get much better, until Rochelle slid a larger vibrator in me. I have to admit, at that time I wanted something more filling, but I was not in the mood to complain (besides, I knew what toys we had accumulated over the years). I rocked and bounced on the vibrator, feeling Rochelle and Leslie's tongue dart in and out of me with each movement. "I love you two," I said as clearly as I could at the moment as a had another orgasm.

Leslie stood up and put her arms around me in a full rear-embrace, "We love you too, baby," she whispered.

Rochelle set the vibrator on the toilet, and started guiding me to sit on the floor. Leslie sat behind me, and used her ankles to open my legs while she found my ear and licked it. Rochelle sat back on her knees and looked at me and Leslie from toe to head, "Damn."

I've always been self-conscious about my body, so I immediately covered my breast thinking she saw something wrong. "What?"

She leaned forward and pulled my arms open, "You're gorgeous." She leaned in farther and we kissed deeply. "You too," she then said to Leslie, and kissed her.

I began rubbing both my hands along her body while they kissed, then guided her to sit between my legs when they stopped. She leaned back and rubbed her pussy against mine, and the sensation of her hair against the bare skin around my pussy was electric. I grabbed her hips with both hands and pulled her as close as I could get her. I had an orgasm teetering right on the edge, and I was determined to push it over.

Leslie, while digging her tongue into my ear, began pinching my nipples. "You feel good, don't you baby?"

"Real good," I moaned.

"You want to cum don't you?"

"Real bad!"

She ran the tip of her tongue around my ear, and told me to let go."

I let out the loudest scream as that orgasm roared through me, and traveled into Rochelle.

When my uncontrolled convulsions stopped, I pulled Rochelle to a tight embrace. Leslie put her arms around both of us; and sandwiched there between the warmth of their two bodies, I started crying for joy.

Our scent had overpowered the lavender. Rochelle went to check on dinner, Leslie rinsed out the tub, and I went to the room to change. Just as I located an over-sized t-shirt to put on, Leslie poked her head in the door and told me to leave on what I have on.

"A towel?"

"That's all you'll need tonight," she grinned and left.

I shrugged and went to the dining room. Leslie and Rochelle were already seated at the circular table, in the clothes they had on earlier. "How come y'all get to be dressed?"

"You're the guest of honor, why do you want to fumble with clothes?"

"Well," I sat down, "anything for my girls."

Sorority



Yes, I was one of those girls in college. I joined a sorority. I guess that you could say that mine was a little different. Nothing that was admitted to the outside world, of course. We all still wanted to be known as the good college girls. And for the most part we were good college girls. Except for two things.

As with most other sororities, we were affiliated with a fraternity. The difference was that the officers of the fraternity, sworn to silence, participated in our initiation. We had stupid games, we were made to run and jump into mud puddles, we had to make paddles for our big sisters, all of those things. But for the last night of the initiation, which we were all told about in advance, the pledges spent a night naked and the officers of the fraternity we were affiliated with attended that last night.

Picture, if you will, perhaps five female pledges, at the sorority house, standing in a line. All the sisters, well, most of them, definitely all the big sisters, and four males. And to start out the night, the new pledges had to undress in front of all of them.

We all knew what was coming, but none of us realized exactly how hard it was going to be. Each of us knew some of the sisters, but not all of them, definitely not the fraternity officers! And there we all were, dressed fairly nicely, and then told to undress! Well, let me tell you, it took a while! Getting down to a bra and panties, not bad, but taking them off, well, it was pretty difficult.

Then spending the next four hours, essentially waitressing drinks and snacks, sitting on the fraternity officer's laps, letting them fondle us while we were not waiting on someone. It was a pretty large shock for me, probably for the other pledges too. Some guy that you have never met, feeling your tits and pussy, they just couldn't stick a finger up us, but anything else was fair game. Of course, the guys couldn't help themselves and when we went to sit on their laps, occasionally a finger would be sticking up from the lap and as we sat, it would go up us. When that happened we were allowed to get up and move the offending digit and then sit back down while he would cup or squeeze a tit, play with a nipple or run a finger up and down our slits. We all knew it was going to happen, so it wasn't as though it was a surprise. It was just pretty uncomfortable because all the other girls, the already in the sorority girls, knew what was going on and were watching us get groped.

Now don't feel sorry for us, the five who did pledge the sorority, because we all knew most of what was coming. We just didn't know that the fraternity officers were going to get to shave each one of us and after that paddle us for the "demerits" that we had earned the last week of pledging or that we were going to go to the fraternity house after that, wearing just a coat and shoes and that we had to blow the fraternity pledges.

Imagine yourself as an eighteen or nineteen year old girl, pledging her sorority, the one her mother had pledged some twenty-five years ago, having to strip in front of four men she doesn't know, hadn't ever seen before, and then after four hours of serving and being felt up, end up with her legs spread while one of those men is removing every strand of pubic hair she has. Not a lot of modesty left for her is there?

And once the last girl has had her pubic hair shaved off, each one of the girls gets bent over a stool, grasps the legs with her hands, moves her feet shoulder width apart and takes a swat, one for each demerit earned in the past week from one of the men. Oh, there were lots of shrieks and oh my Gods and even a few oh fucks. 

And then you get handed a pair of shoes and a coat and are taken to the frat house, blindfolded, taken downstairs, have your coat removed so you are nude again and made to kneel down. Your hand is placed on a cock and you are told to "suck it until it squirts and it best be in your mouth". Two of the five of us had to suck two cocks. We were told while we were sucking that the cocks belonged to the frat pledges and it was announced that the sorority pledges were the ones sucking cock. So, even if they couldn't see our faces, they knew who we were, since our pictures were on the sorority bulletin board as the new pledges for the year. And we were naked!

Pretty embarrassing for us, right? Well, we all got over it. We even got over swallowing the sperm. First we had to let them come in our mouths, then show someone that we had let that happen and then we could close our mouths and swallow it. Not pleasant!

The worst part of all of this was that we were going to walk around campus for a year, seeing these four guys at Greek functions, knowing that they had seen us naked and had their hands all over us and that the frat pledges had their cocks sucked by us for absolutely no good reason other than we wanted to be in the sorority. Even with our big sisters assuring us that this had been going on for over ten years didn't make us feel any better about it.

And, of course, even though we had been told that the entire thing was a secret, the more people that know a secret the less likely it is that it will be a secret.

I found that out about two weeks after the evening in question when two of the frat pledges cornered me and asked me if I knew if I had sucked either of them off!

I was dumbfounded! They proceeded to tell me that they and the other pledges were taken to the basement, blindfolded and stood in a line. They stood there for a while, then there was the sound of people coming in, a girl took down their pants and underwear and shortly after that they were being sucked. They had no idea who it was but were told later to keep their mouths shut, and their blindfolds were removed so they could see us, the female pledges, standing in front of them, naked and blindfolded. I guess that was done so that sometime later, for me that day, that the female pledges would find out that the male pledges had seen them naked. Let me tell you it was a shock for me! I was totally embarrassed, especially when one of them, to make sure that I understood they weren't lying, described my nipples and how my slit was mostly hidden by my thighs. I could have died! I ended up skipping the rest of my classes that day and the next because I didn't want to be seen by any of the frat pledges!

Well we, the sorority pledges, got over that too, not without some crying and not wanting to go to the frat parties, but eventually we did. Thank goodness once we were sisters we didn't have to do anything like that again!

However, as sisters, we had one final duty to perform, only once unless we decided to volunteer our services after our first time.

It occurred for the first time six years after we graduated so there would not be any guys we knew attending school. Each year in the fall the frat house held a smoker for potential pledges. It was not limited to those they wanted as pledges, any student who was not a frat member could attend. They were held both Friday and Saturday nights at the fraternity house.

Those of us, graduated sisters of the sorority, were to attend the smokers, to hand out cigarettes and cigars and to make sure that none of the underage students got any alcohol at the smoker. The problem was that as hostesses, we had uniforms and they were...

1.An apron that covered our front from neck to mid-thigh.

2.A thong...a front covering and strings going around the waist and up the butt crack.

That was it. If you didn't really want to be there, it was very humiliating. Even if you wanted to be there, it was humiliating. Here you are 27-30 years old, hostessing perhaps two-thirds naked for a bunch of 17-20 year old guys with perhaps the oldest frat member 23.

Now what we didn't know was that there were to be changes in the hostess's wardrobe during the smokers. We found that out perhaps an hour into the Friday night when the sisters stood up, each got a hostess and announced "Wardrobe Change!" and then untied the neck of our aprons. Since we were holding trays with cigarettes and cigars, the apron fell from our necks and we ended up bare breasted! The sister that had untied our aprons for us whispered to each one, "Do not cover up!". 

Approximately an hour after that "Wardrobe Change" was announced again. Depending on how we had handled the first change, the sister who assisted each graduated sorority member had a choice, either untie the apron around the waist or remove the thong. We could, at that time, inform the sister if we would or would not proceed for the rest of the evening. My sister removed my thong so I was bare behind along with my tits on display. All I had was the short, now, apron covering my front.

Marianne, my sister asked me if I was going to stay the evening. I thought about it and said I would. She grinned at me. Two of my pledge sisters would not so that left three of us who would stay for the rest of the evening.

Now people might think that the two graduated sisters who decided to leave were the smart ones, but I guess it depends on your point of view. The three of who stayed, some people may say were stupid or naïve, but I prefer to say that we were adventurous. And don't kid yourself, we all knew exactly what was going to happen in another hour. We knew that someone was going to undo the tie of the apron that was all that was holding it up.

Now, it may seem strange for a late twenties career woman to simply allow this to happen to her, but I was somewhat turned on by the display I already was making. My nipples were so hard and poking out! And I was feeling slightly damp down there.....you know what I mean. And it was pretty naughty feeling cool air on my tits, nipples and bare ass while in a crowd of people, none of which I knew. I had only met the sister who was "in charge" of me that day. Everyone else there, except for my pledge sisters were strangers to me. And I felt that I could really cut loose, so to speak, because no one really knew me or where I lived. So with the anonymity I was ready to do things I wasn't positive I should.

So once the next hour had passed, "Wardrobe Change" was announced again but this time the three of us remaining were brought up to a sort of stand, all three with tits and nipples out, little aprons on, no panties. I found out shortly that maybe everyone didn't know what was coming. Because the first graduated sister, when her arms were taken and held out to her sides and the tie of her apron was undone, she gave this little girly eek sound as her apron slid down her legs.

Obviously she didn't expect that, but she was a trooper! After the initial bend over and cover up she straightened up, blushing like crazy and moved her hand that was over her pussy and the arm from over her tits. Covering her tits was sort of foolish, since they had been bare for almost two hours by now, but it's what she did. The second woman looked at her and shook her head....

"I can't do this" and she got off the little stand and walked off.

I just stood there, thinking do I want to do this? Do I want to be totally naked in front of a bunch of horny college age guys? As the sorority sisters moved down to me smirking I looked at all the faces.

"I'll do it."

And I did. I reached behind and pulled on the end of the bow that was just over my ass crack and I got more excited as the apron loosened. The knot on the bow got undone and my apron slid down to puddle on the floor at my feet. The sorority sisters then announced.....

"These two are former sisters of our sorority and doing this just for us requesting it of them. Enjoy looking at the two of them, but words to the wise, no touching unless they say it is all right with them. They'll be serving as they have been for the next two hours."

And with that, they stepped down. I looked at the other sorority graduate, shrugged and stepped down with her and we kept on handing out cigarettes and cigars. Once you get used to it, it is a total rush to be naked in front of a group of people. Of course if it would have people I know, it would have been much different. But no one here knew me so I didn't have to worry, did I? So, I walked around in my sensible 2-inch heels, naked as the day I was born, except for them, letting all these horny college boys stare at me and letting a few of them feel my tits and nipples as I handed out what I was supposed to at the smoker. After two hours of this the smoker ended, I was able to put my clothes back on and go to my hotel, where, not too surprisingly, I masturbated to a couple of fantastic orgasms.

I spent the next day wandering around campus, reminiscing about my days at school, remembering the last evening and how excited I was by my naked performance. That evening, Shelley, the other sister and I, had to do a striptease for the second smoker night. We hadn't been prepared for this so neither one of us had sexy clothes but just the stripping gave me a buzz for the evening! Of course they had us do it at the beginning of the evening so we had to spend almost the entire evening naked. This night I even allowed some pussy petting along with letting the boys get at my tits and nipples. I had a buzz almost from the beginning but half an hour in after the first frat boy got a finger up me I was flying!

But anyway, this isn't really about the smoker nights. Remember that I said it was only because no one knew me that I was willing to stay and do what I did? Yeah, I thought you did. Well, I was at home, working my manager's job at a large firm when one of the executives came through my department with an intern. I was introduced to Shawn and told that he would be working for a couple of weeks in my department, which I already knew from staff meetings. I was cordial and welcomed him to the firm. Thinking nothing of this, when they left I went back to work and shortly before noon I was surprised when Shawn knocked at my office door and came in without me saying a word.

"Shawn, it's only polite to wait to be told to enter."

"I don't think that I need to wait, Mrs. Johnson."

I just glared at him as I watched him take out a cell phone, flip it open and do something with it.

"I was just going to lunch, so please can this wait until later?"

"Nope."

The little shit walked up to my desk, turned his cell phone to face me and I gasped. Because, right there on his phone was a full frontal picture of me bare ass naked, holding a tray of cigarettes!

"Damnit, put that away!"

"Let's talk, Mrs. Johnson."

"I'll give you $500.00 for that phone!"

"No, I don't think so. Why don't you slip off your panties, Mrs. Johnson?"

"I will not do that!"

"Would you prefer that the executives here get this picture and few others of you in their email?"

"You wouldn't dare!"

"Mrs. Johnson, I am only going to be here for two months. This is your career, right?"

I hung my head down. If my husband knew what I had done, GOD!

"Let me go and I'll do it in the ladies bathroom."

"I don't think so, Mrs. Johnson, right here will do."

"I've got pantyhose on!"

"They come off don't they?"

I pictured the senior partner of our firm getting that picture of me.....fuck! I pictured myself cleaning out my desk after being terminated, with the department I was heading snickering as they watched me. I closed my eyes and shuddered. I reached up under my skirt and started pulling my pantyhose down. Shawn, the little fuck, was smirking at me. He turned and shut the door to my office and motioned me out from behind my desk. I glared at him and stood up and took stumbling steps until I was where he wanted me.

"Lift up your skirt Mrs. Johnson."

I did and toed off my shoes as I lowered my pantyhose and pulled them off. They looked so sad, wrinkled on the floor of my office. Shawn walked over and tucked the hem of my skirt in the waistband so it would stay up.

"Go ahead Mrs. Johnson."

Determining in my mind that I would find a way to kill this little snot I hooked my thumbs in the waistband of my panties and pushed them down until they would fall on their own. I stepped out of them, blushing and burning up with anger.

"Satisfied?"

"For now. I'll be back around five. Don't leave until I get here."

Shawn bent over, picked up my pantyhose and panties, crumpled them in one hand, smirked at me again and opened the door to my office, strolling out. I hurriedly and scared shitless pulled down my skirt covering myself again and dashed to the door, closing it behind him. I leaned my forehead on the door frame, shivering as though cold. What was the little fuck going to do me? Should I tell Rob? Would Rob kill me if I did? 

I went through the rest of the day on autopilot, except that I was very aware that my skirt was all that I had on down below. I couldn't even force myself to get up and do my afternoon tour of my department, couldn't get myself to chat with staff, I was just in a funk. A couple of my people noticed and came in to ask if I was all right. I told them that I had a lot on my mind and I did. It was the longest afternoon I had spent at work in forever.

Shawn showed up at 5:10. He strolled in again without knocking this time, startling me.

"Go say good night to the staff Mrs. Johnson. Then come back here."

I did as he told me and when I came back into my office he was seated at the small conference table off to the side. I shut the door. He told me to open it. I did. He crooked a finger at me smirking again. I moved nervously to where he wanted me, out of sight of my doorway.

"What should we do now Mrs. Johnson?"

"I am going home."

"Not just yet. Why don't you take off your clothes please."

"I can't do that!"

"Did you know that my phone has email capabilities?"

"Let me shut the door."

"No. Go ahead Mrs. Johnson."

"Please Shawn, let me shut the door."

"No. Now strip or I'll start emailing."

Defeated, I slipped off my suit jacket. Setting it on the small conference table I began to unbutton my blouse, darting nervous glances at the doorway. I could hear some of the staff talking outside my office, not right by the door, but I could hear them. I laid my blouse on the table on top of my jacket. I glanced again at the doorway and unclasped my bra, holding it against me, closing my eyes. I took a deep breath and laid it on my blouse. I undid and unzipped my skirt and slid it down, stepped out of it and laid it on the rest of my clothes. Shocked, I realized that my nipples had hardened and that I felt moist down below.

"Very nice Mrs. Johnson, very nice. You have a nice body for your age."

How old did this little snot think I was?? He was talking to me like I was a grandmother!

"You can shut the door now."

Elated I took two steps towards the door to my office before I realized that I was going to have to cross the open doorway to be able to close the door. I stopped and whirled around to face him, fuming.

"You jiggle nicely and no it is not a choice, shut the door."

"You little prick!"

He raised his phone looked at it and I heard a click. He looked at it, snickered and looked at me.

"Close. The. Door."

I walked to the door and peered out by the jamb. No one, thank God. I leaped across the open doorway and shut the door. I turned back to him. The little fucker took another picture of me!

"Just hang on a minute and you can go home, Mrs. Johnson. As soon as I email these two pictures to your husband."

"No, don't!"

"Too late."

Oh shit! Rob was going to kill me!

"Oh and one last thing Mrs. Johnson. I didn't get to feel those tits of yours at the smoker, so why don't we take care of that now."

The little snot had me come over to him and he spent the next ten minutes with me bare ass naked in my office, cupping, squeezing, lifting and letting my tits drop and bounce, pinching and rolling my nipples. Doing pretty much everything to them except sucking on my nipples and rubbing his probably tiny dick on them. Then he got up and thanked me, gave me a couple of pats on my bare ass and left. Left me bare ass and left the door open again. I hurriedly dressed and began to plan how I was going to explain those pictures to my husband.




Sorority



I hurried out to my car and started driving home and my left hand strayed down to my lap and before I knew it I had pulled up the front of my skirt and was slowly rubbing my pussy lips. God! I couldn't be turned on by this! I forced myself to lift my left hand and tug my skirt down, my mind running a mile a minute. Maybe, just maybe, I could get to Rob's email and delete that damn one from Shawn.

I pulled into our driveway and hit the garage door opener and drove in, shutting the garage door behind me. I got out and walked into the house, intending to hurry to our computer and see if I could delete that damn message.

"Beth?"

"Yes."

"Come here please."

My heart was beating hard and my stomach had left the building! As I walked into our living room I saw Rob seated on the couch. As I walked over to him I glanced at the coffee table and was shocked to see the two pictures of me naked in my office, printed and lying on the coffee table. I turned beet red and felt panic roar through me.

"Why don't you sit down and explain these pictures to me, Beth."

FUCK! I was dead!



Sorority



Sandra and Amber were fronting up before the Sorority induction committee, preparing for the final stages of their hazing.

"Do you know the old McKillop house?" Cheryl asked them.

The two young women looked at each other, shrugged and shook their heads. 

"Ah, OK. It's at the end of Oak Street. A big old multi-storey mansion. Abandoned, run-down with a total tangle for a yard. There's some sort of estate fight over who owns it and it's been sitting for a number of years, just slowly deteriorating. It's also reputed to be haunted."

Sandra nodded. 

"I've seen the place," she said. "If any house is likely to have a ghost, that one will."

"Right. Well your assignment is to go to the old McKillop place and find the Sorority flag that's been stashed there. You'll get a bonus point if you can find a Fraternity flag that's supposed to be there. Any questions?"

"Yes. I suppose that there will be a couple of fraternity pledges looking for their flag?"

"You suppose correctly. And they'll get a bonus point if they get our flag, and we don't want that to happen."

"Ah," Sandra hesitated, wondering how to raise the subject delicately. "If we run into the boys are they likely to, ah. . ."

"Expect sexual activity?" asked Cheryl. "In the past they might have but nowadays that sort of thing is strictly forbidden during initiations and hazing. You might both be over eighteen," the girls nodded, "but if we tried to put you into a sexual situation we could find the whole sorority being shut down. The fraternity could find themselves closed down as well, so please keep your panties on until after the initiations, no matter how wet they may get."

The girls laughed. "So we just wander up to the old McKillop place, find our flag and hopefully the boys' flag and get out of there. Sounds easy enough."

"Good. I'll be waiting outside the front gate to give you the key to the backdoor at midnight tonight. You may find a torch handy. There's no power." Cheryl smiled at the expression on the faces of the two young women, suddenly finding that they've agreed to search a haunted house at midnight.

- - -

"OK, Mike, Frank. All you've got to do is find our flag in the old McKillop house at midnight. There'll be a sorority flag there, too, and it'll be a bonus if you can pinch that. There is one thing. I know you're both eighteen and as horny as hell, but hands off the sorority girls. I don't care if they start doing the dance of the seven veils, trying to entice you, leave them alone. Anything that looks like sexual shenanigans while out on a pledge could get the whole fraternity shut down, which would then compel us to beat the crap out of you, so hands off the girls. Understood?"

Mike and Frank nodded. 

Mike summed it up. "Get into the house. Pinch the flags. Don't fuck the girls. Got it."

"Good. After you've joined the fraternity they're fair game. You may find that if you let them get to their flag first they might show their appreciation at a later date. That's up to you."

-- -

"Ah, Sam, tell me again why we're holing up here for a few days instead of just getting the hell out of town."

"I told you. Everyone will be thinking we're running like crazy. They'll never expect us to stick this close to the scene of the crime. No-one ever comes here and we can relax until the hunt dies down."

"Does no-one include the two broads walking down the path to the back door?"

"What the fuck?" 

Sam moved quickly to the window, in time to observe Sandra and Amber scurry up onto the back porch, obviously heading for the back door. 

"Shit. We can't have those idiots wandering around. They'll spot us for sure. Go get Bruno and grab them."

"Ah, Boss," said a rumbling voice from the doorway. "We got visitors at the front door."

"Geez, Bruno, get your facts right. The women are at the damn back door, not the front. I want you and Ron to go and grab them."

"Ah, OK, Boss, but I was talking about the two guys at the front door."

Sam stuck his head out into the hallway, seeing the light of a torch beyond the front door and a couple of shadowy figures.

"What the hell is this? The main street? Bruno, you grab the two at the front. Ron, you grab the women. And do it quietly."

A few moments later a small group of would be pledgers were escorted into the room to be met by a seething Sam.

"What the fuck are you lot doing here?" he snarled at them. "You boys too cheap to pay for a decent motel room that you gotta sneak into this dump for a fuck?"

"It's nothing like that," protested Amber indignantly. "We're undergoing an initiation for our sorority. We have to search this place for our flag. They," she added, looking at the two young men brought in at the same time, "are probably the fraternity guys, hoping to find their flag. More to the point, who are you."

"Never fucking mind who we are. Let's just say that we're going to be your hosts for a few days. Ron, tie these idiots up and dump them in one of the other rooms."

"Ah, yeah, Sam, but tie them up with what? I ain't got no rope."

"Geez, do I have to think of everything? Use their shoelaces or something."

"They ain't wearing shoes that need shoelaces, Boss," put in Bruno.

"And if you try to hold us our sorority pledge panel will come looking for us," snapped Sandra.

"Ditto for our fraternity panel. They'll worry that something has gone wrong and they'll be held responsible. They'll come barrelling in to make sure that we're all right."

"You can't just keep grabbing everyone who comes in," pointed out Amber. You'd have nowhere to put them all. And why do you have to hold us anyway. Who are you?"

"Hey," said Frank, "I bet they're the guys that hit the jewellers earlier tonight. I heard about that earlier."

"And you'd have been smarter to have forgotten about it," said Sam, genuinely angry. Holing up in the old McKillop place had been a brainwave and now these fools had ruined it. 

"All right, boys, we switch to plan B," he snapped. "We'll split up and take separate ways to my other place. You both know where it is."

"Ah, Boss, what do we do about these guys?" asked Ron. "As soon as we're out the door they'll be on the phone to the police."

"I think we can slow them down a little," said Sam with a snigger. "For a start, they'll have to find their clothes before they can get dressed and come after us. Strip, the four of you."

"Like hell we will," squealed Amber, horrified. "Absolutely not, and you can't make us."

"Really? Bruno, do you think you can break the nose of the smart Alec who insinuated we were jewel thieves."

"Oh, easy, Boss, but why? We are jewel thieves."

"Let's just call it an incentive to get their clothes off. So, girlie, are you going to strip before or after we break this guy's nose?"

Fuming, the four stripped. Standing naked, they watched Bruno gather their clothes under Sam's direction and depart. A few minutes later he was back.

"Done, Boss," he rumbled. "I hid their stuff in an old fridge in the kitchen." 

"Ron," said Sam with a sigh, "could you please go and hide their clothes somewhere else?"

Ron exited, laughing, leaving a confused Bruno to watch the temporary hostages. 

"Now here's where you're all going to find it very interesting," said Sam. "Bring them along here, Bruno."

The four were ushered to another room. Relatively small, with carpeting on the floor. There were no windows, just a lot of old bookshelves, still with quite a few books on them.

"Now you and you," said Sam, pointing to Sandra and Amber, "are going to lie down on the floor. Then these two fine gentlemen are going to fuck you. We'll be checking at least once before we leave and if you aren't still fucking then you'll be put to sleep with a gun barrel. Hopefully it won't kill you, but it'll be a chance you take if you come too soon, so stretch it out boys."

Sam had expected that the girls might object to his little plan, and that didn't really worry him. Girls always seemed to object when it came to sex. What did surprise him was that the boys were objecting just as hard.

"The fucks sake," he yelled, pointing at Sandra. "Look at the tits and pussy on her. You're telling me you don't want to fuck that. Are you assholes gay?"

"It's in the fraternity rules. We're not allowed to fuck the sorority girls while we're undergoing initiation."

"We've got the same rules," put in Amber. "No sex."

Sam stared at them. 

"The fraternity has a no sex rule and you want to join that frat? Are you insane?"

"Ah, it's a PC thing. They're afraid of losing their accreditation. It's only during our initiation," mumbled Mike. "After that, any girls we can catch."

"Same here," said Amber, "but we don't intend to get caught."

"Well tell me, what do your rules say about you getting beat about the head with a gun barrel? Do they have any rules on that? Because that's your alternative. Either you're engaged in such a way as to slow you down so you don't see how we depart or you take a nap the hard way."

Frank looked at Bruno. A big man. Very big. If he hit someone with a gun barrel they just might not get up again - ever.

"I'm Frank," he said, turning to Amber. "Lie down. You're my partner."

Mike looked at Sandra. "Hi. I'm Mike. I'll be screwing you tonight it seems. Lie down."

The girls looked at each other in consternation. What the hell could they do?

"Right," said Sam. "Now that that is settled we'll leave you to it. Remember, if you're not busy when I look back in, you take a nap, and you'll have a hell of a headache when you wake up."

Sandra and Amber looked at the two young men.

"Ah, you're not really going to do this, are you?" asked Sandra.

"Well, I can't speak for Frank and your friend, but me, I'm not having my head caved in to protect your virtue, so yes, I'm going to fuck you. As you can see, I'm rising nicely to the occasion. You should actually be thanking me, because if I don't that gorilla will pat your skull with his little gun, as well as mine, and I don't think you'd enjoy that nearly as much as you will this."

Frank was being a trifle more direct.

"Do you want to start right now or wait until Mike has started on your friend?"

"What? Neither. I can't do this," Amber protested.

"Yes, you can," said Frank, "It's really quite easy."

Smiling at Amber he placed a hand behind her head then cupped her chin. 

"Where the head goes," he said, winking, "the body follows."

To Amber's consternation he twisted her head slightly and she found herself turning in the direction of the twist. And kept on moving, sidewards and down. Suddenly she found herself flat in her back, naked, with a naked man poised over her.

"So," said Frank. "What's your name and are you going to succumb to my manly charms or are you going to fight? What I suggest is that you struggle feebly at first while I pat your pussy. When you're aroused you can then put up a proper struggle when I go to take you."

Even while making his suggestion he was sliding a hand between Amber's legs, seeking her mound. Amber squirmed and tried to wriggle away, but Frank had her nicely pinned. He caught her hands and held them in one of his, while a leg was between hers, holding them apart. He proceeded to make free of her pussy, stroking and agitating. 

Frank paused when a squeal came from the other couple. Frank and Amber turned their attention to them. The light was poor, with only the single torch having been left in the room, but there was still sufficient light to see what was going on. 

Amber gasped. Mike had coaxed Sandra down onto her hands and knees and, even as they watched, he was driving into her, Sandra squealing as he came, but not resisting. 

Frank noticed Amber's distraction and moved quickly to take advantage. Amber's legs were nicely parted and he could feel she was wet. He moved his hand away from her pussy, bringing his erection into position. 

Amber's attention snapped rapidly back to her own predicament when she felt Frank's erection pushing its way eagerly past her lips. Her squeal rose to match Sandra's, but she found it far too late to do anything else. Frank had already passed her lips and was sliding down her passage in a very lusty manner. She groaned as she felt him sink deep, cursing him softly.

Frank held still for a moment, glancing across at Mike. 

"Hey, Mike," he called. "Remember we have to make this last. If you're a premature ejaculator you'd better pray for a fast cure."

Watching, Amber saw Mike start to move in and out of Sandra, while Sandra's bottom was slowly bobbing in time to Mike's thrusts. Tart, she grumbled to herself. Damned if she was going to help Frank with his little effort. Bad enough she had to be taken like this, but to actually help? No way.

"So why?" she wondered, "are my hips pushing up to meet him. He's a big boy with a big cock. He doesn't need my help." 

It all sounded fine and logical, but she still found herself breathing hard and pushing firmly up against Frank. If only he wasn't moving so slowly. 

"Faster, damn it," she finally gasped, needing more than she was getting.

"I can't," protested Frank. "If I do we'll finish too soon. You'll have to learn to get along with me taking my time. Look at Sandra. She's coping."

From what Amber could see, Sandra was writhing under Mike's assault, and she was prepared to swear Mike wasn't moving anything like as slowly as Frank. And who cared about fucking Sandra, anyway? She had her own fucking problems, one of which was Frank was moving too slowly.

"Damn it, you can go faster than that," she hissed at him, furious when Frank ignored her plea.

She squirmed and writhed, trying to coax Frank into a bit of extra effort, feeling him slowly sliding back and forth, trying to drive her demented with desire, she was sure.

Time was passing, how much time Amber didn't know, but passing. Too much time, it occurred to her.

"They're not coming back to look in," she gasped. "They probably took off running as soon as they closed the door. I'm sure it's been more than fifteen minutes."

There was a gasp from Sandra. A quick glance showed that Mike was driving in hard, Sandra's bottom bouncing rapidly as she took him.

"So, little girl," murmured Frank, still slowly ploughing his field. "If you think they're not going to look in we can finish this, can't we?"

Amber nodded. Yes, they could. There was no need for this incessant torture to continue.

"So I guess that means I just stop."

Amber eyes snapped wide with horror. "You wouldn't!"

Her answer was a hard driving stroke, causing her to shriek and arch her back to meet him. That was followed by another powerful thrust, and then another as Frank made up for lost time, driving home relentlessly. Amber bucked and squealed beneath him, satisfaction fast approaching.

She shrieked when she felt him coming, loosing his seed within her, and then shrieked again as her own climax hit, rolling over her.

When Amber recovered from her climax she found the other three already standing. Frank helped her up from the floor and she watched as Mike cautiously tried the door. It opened and there was no-one outside.

They all relaxed slightly. 

"Clothes," stated Sandra firmly. "We have to find out where that guy hid them."

"Try the damn fridge," said Amber. "That's where I'd hide them."

"But that big guy said he put them there and the other guy was told to hide then again," pointed out Mike.

"Exactly. So what better place to hide them? Right where we know they couldn't be."

"You have a twisted mind," muttered Mike, watching as she flung open the fridge.

"I also have clothes," Amber pointed out, taking them out of the fridge.

"You were probably right when you said they took off running as soon as they closed the door on that room," observed Frank.

"You mean that we got fucked for no fucking reason?" Sandra half squealed.

"We had a reason then," pointed out Mike. "It's just that we were wrong. Hey, it's not as though we wanted to fuck you. Against the rules, remember."

"He's not speaking for me," murmured Frank softly, for Amber's benefit. "I was quite willing to fuck you from the moment I saw you. I want to do it again sometime, too. Soon."

Amber flushed and looked away. 

"Well," said Mike, "they left our phones. I'm calling the cops."

"Just don't tell them why we were delayed in making the call," snapped Amber. "Just say we had to search for our clothes and things."

"We'll have to wait here for them," grumbled Frank.

"We can fill in the time looking for our flags," said Sandra cheerfully.

"Yours was in that room they took us to initially," said Frank. "I spotted it earlier. You might as well go grab it while we look for ours."

Amber and Sandra darted down the hall to the room, spotting the flag on the wall. Amber pulled it down and folded it. 

"You know," she said pensively, "I don't really feel like waiting for the cops to rock up. We've got our flag. Why don't we just go home?"

The girls left, quietly closing the front door behind them. 

"I wonder if the guys will find their flag?" mused Sandra. "It's quite a big house and the cops will probably arrive and interrupt the search."

"They can search all night and they won't find," said Amber. "It was in the fridge and is now in my pocket. We've got a bonus point."



Sorority 2 Pt. 01



26-year old Hannah looked at herself in the full-length mirror at the end of the landing. She held herself gracefully, gliding through life with a dancer's ease, her slim, 5'6" frame curvier than you'd expect. Her legs were long and slender, her bottom peachy and soft, hips pleasingly wide, waist impressively narrow. Her breasts were firm, a 32D although they looked smaller as they stood high on her chest. Her impish good looks were complemented by glossy, shoulder-length black hair and penetrating, intelligent brown eyes. She was dressed for bed, in nothing but some white, satin-effect, bikini-style panties. 

After studying her reflection for a moment longer, Hannah turned to look at her sister, Penny, who was sitting in the bathroom, perched on the edge of the tub. The family resemblance was strong, and although Penny was two years younger, the girls were often asked if they were twins. Penny's body was similarly slim, toned and curvy – her bottom was a little fuller, her 30C breasts a little smaller and her raven hair was set off by deep, sparking blue eyes. Her looks were softer, her features communicating innocence and naivety where Hannah suggested playful, wilfulness. Penny was also ready to turn in for the night, but her outfit was much more conversation-worthy – white, lace-frilled ankle socks and a transparent, white babydoll negligee revealed her smooth curves, and also revealed the disposable diaper she wore. 

Just finishing up brushing her teeth was the third sister – a step-sister, actually – Natalie. She was just as beautiful as Hannah and Penny, but in a different way. 20-years old and, at 5'2", shorter than her sisters (although not related they'd been raised together since Natalie was young and they all considered each other family) Natalie had an open, expressive face, a wide mouth with full lips, cheeky green eyes and an unruly tumble of deep, auburn hair. Her body looked like a teenage boy's cartoon of a girl, huge, pillowy 34F breasts over, a narrow, gym-toned waist that flared out to her round, full bottom (buying clothes was a nightmare!). She was wearing her favourite knickers – white and candy-pink hooped bikini briefs and a simple, white t-shirt, which fit loosely other than where it strained across her boobs.

Hannah admired Natalie's bottom and the way it filled the seat of her white and pink knickers in a way that would have made their parents very uncomfortable. Of course, their parents did not know that the three girls had been engaged in a three-way, incestuous, lesbian relationship with each other for the past year. They'd explained away Penny and Natalie moving in with Hannah as simple economic prudence, and at every other family gathering one of them would take a man, just to fend off any suspicion, however unlikely that may be. After all, their parents could not begin to imagine the scene that was about to play out when the sisters were all ready to go to bed. Or rather, their special bed. Hannah's house had two bedrooms. One was used infrequently, a clean and Spartan room containing a comfy bed for when one or more of the girls needed a good sleep. The other room was where they headed now, Hannah looking serious, Penny looking sheepish and Natalie giggling to herself.  

The second room contained two beds – one a king-sized, normal bed, the other a single bed-sized baby crib. There was also an armchair, a desk and a chest of drawers. It was in the crib that Penny slept most nights, as during the last year she had realised and accepted her sexual nature – she was a submissive with no limits she'd yet found, who was sexually attracted to her sisters and loved to be treated as a baby. She wore and used diapers much of the time, and was usually in baby mode in the house, dressed as a cartoonish corruption of a toddler. It was with Natalie that Penny had first explored this side of her nature – a good place to start, as the voluptuous girl was a sexual deviant of almost every stripe. She'd tried and enjoyed most things you could imagine, but the twisted and submissive time she spent with her sisters was her favourite. The fact that the two younger sisters were submissive was perfect so far as Hannah was concerned, as spanking, punishing and dominating her sisters was just about her favourite thing in the world. Well, alongside her own peccadillo, anyway – though she never used diapers, she also hardly used the toilet, loving the feeling of pushing out a large pile of poo into her knickers. Together, the sisters were a stinky, kinky trio, who loved each other deeply, just not how their family might prefer!

Tonight was a Friday, which meant only one thing in Hannah's house – no limits. Nobody had to be up for work the next day, nobody had any conflicting arrangements. Friday's were kept free and clear so that the sisters could indulge. They'd all had plenty to eat and drink and were ready for the fun and games to commence. What actually happened each Friday would vary, depending on what fun they'd had during the week. This week had been busy, though, and Natalie had been away on a course for most of it. In fact, other than a spanking Hannah gave Penny on Tuesday evening, they'd barely seen each other, so a whole week of sexual tension had accumulated for them to work off. 

The girls hurried down the landing to the bedroom, Hannah at the back watching Natalie's bouncing cheeks, Nat in her turn staring raptly at Penny's nappy. As Hannah was the dominant, the other girls happily allowed her to dictate what would happen, so as they all entered the room, the younger two turned to face their big sister. 

"Ok girls, here's what you're going to do," Hannah begin, brown eyes twinkling. "Penny, you're going to sit on the floor, by the desk. You're to be a big girl and not use your diaper. If you do use your diaper then big sister will have to punish you. Natalie, you will bend over the desk, face down. Penny will have her face right between your legs to make sure that you don't do anything naughty either – and if you do you'll be punished too. Clear?" Her younger sisters both nodded. "Good. Then what are you waiting for?" Penny and Natalie quickly took up their designated positions, while Hannah sat in the chair, eyes focused on the other girls, hands idly stroking her pussy through the material of her panties. Hannah gaze started at Natalie. Now that the ginger girl was bent across the desk, heavy breasts squashed into the desk top, her panties were stretched across her full bottom cheeks. Hannah studied the panties, admiring the way the horizontal pink and white stripes on the material brought to mind caning her sister – she assumed that this was deliberate. Studying the seat of Natalie's knickers, she could also see the faint tide-mark like stains, tell-tale indications that Natalie had wet herself more than once in these knickers and not properly washed them. Penny would certainly know that, as her pretty face was inches away from Natalie's crotch, so the scent of dried urine must be filling her nostrils. She clearly didn't care as she nuzzled at Natalie's pussy, pressing her face against the stained panties. Otherwise, Penny looked quite demure, sitting cross-legged in her diaper and babydoll – or as demure as a 24-year old wearing a diaper and rubbing her face against her 20-year old sister's pussy through a pair of pee-stained panties can do, anyway. 

Of course, Hannah's warnings about "being naughty" were nonsense. Penny and Natalie were both desperate to use the toilet, although for both girls that was increasingly a metaphor – what they really were was desperate to use their diaper and panties, respectively. Natalie was trying to hold on, as she loved the feeling of being desperate and then finally having an 'accident', whereas Penny was getting more and more turned on by the smell of her younger sister's panties. She didn't like to hold on – even when not in a nappy, she loved to just let go, especially if Hannah was around to punish her for doing so. For her part, Hannah was still stroking her pussy, waiting for the inevitable moment that one of her sisters let go. She was wondering what she'd punish them with – slipper or paddle, cane or strap, all of the above – and how hard and for how long. One thing was certain – Penny and Natalie would be dirty and be crying with sore, red bottoms before the evening was over. 

Penny was the first to break cover. Her nose was pushed against Nat's crotch, breathing deeply, as Hannah had surmised, and getting off on the stale pee smell from her step-sister's stained knickers. Her tongue licked lazily at the dry but dirty material, filling her mouth with a fuzzy pee taste. Natalie rocked her hips gently in response, pushing her pussy towards Penny's face. As Penny nuzzled at Natalie, she tried to relax as much as she could. She could feel the pink nipples of her C-cup boobs poking against the babydoll she wore, clear through the gauzy material. But most of her attention was on her bladder and bowels. Closing her eyes she licked more fervently at Nat's panties as she relaxed fully. 

Still stroking herself in the chair, Hannah enjoyed the scene, and smiled wickedly as she heard the tell-tale hiss from between Penny's legs. Her enjoyment was secondary to Penny's, however. The black-haired beauty flushed as the first burst of urine spurted out into her nappy, and made sure she stayed relaxed so it flowed evenly, soaking the absorbent padding in her diaper but still running over her bottom. As an adult, her warm pee was a greater volume than the nappy could absorb, and she loved the soggy, heavy, wet feeling of an overloaded diaper. As she peed she breathed in more deeply in her excitement, the smell of Natalie's pee-stained panties thrilling her at one end as her own peeing into a diaper thrilled the other. 

"Are you being naughty, Penny?" asked Hannah, eyes glinting. "Are you doing pee-pee?" Taking her face from Natalie's crotch, Penny affected a cutely guilty expression, like a naughty child that's been caught red-handed. Pouting, she nodded her head. "Oh dear," continued Hannah. "Bad girls do pee-pee when they've been told not to. And bad girls get punished, don't they?" Penny nodded, eyes now downcast. Hannah's knickers were now visibly wet at the front, but with juice from her sopping pussy rather than pee like her sister's diaper. "Well, the first part of your punishment is that you can just stay sitting there in your wet nappy like a dirty baby." Hannah was stern now, and stood up to walk towards her siblings. "I'll deal with you soon, but looking at the state of these knickers, I think your younger sister has been naughty too, and I'm going to punish her first." These words sent a bolt of pleasure through Natalie. She'd expected from the posture she was told to adopt that her chubby bottom would be getting some attention, and she arched her spine as well as she could to raise her bottom enticingly, further stretching the pink and white knickers across her full cheeks. 

Hannah was feeling cruel and also sexy, and decided not to start with the customary hand spanking to warm Natalie up. Reaching into a basket of implements by the desk, she chose a think, leather belt. Doubling it over and holding the buckle, she stood behind Nat. Penny looked up at her, grinding discreetly in her wet diaper. Hannah measured her aim, then without further warning whipped the belt down across Natalie's behind. Hannah let out a sharp cry, but of course made no attempt to move. Silently, Hannah raised the belt above her head and brought it down again, then again, then again. Nat gasped following each sharp crack, the thin material of her stained panties offering nothing by way of protection, and plenty of her wide bottom was exposed to the belt directly. After the first two dozen hard lashes, her resolve broke and the gasps became sobs as she started to cry, her bottom red and painful. The worst (or best?) thing was that she was desperate to use the loo, knew she was about to go in her knickers, and knew that Hannah would punish her even harder if she did. 

Hannah watched closely as the belt thrashed the 20-year old's bottom. Natalie kept raising herself onto her tip-toes, before treading gently. She made no effort to protect her punished bottom, but her attention was also clearly divided as her need for the toilet grew. She started to pant and make a low, mewling noise, tears still rolling down her cheeks. Knowing she was about to break, Hannah aimed a stinging blow across Nat's thighs, then another, even harder. Those lashes broke Natalie, and with a loud sob she collapsed limply over the desk as her piss exploded into her pink and white striped knickers, flooding the stained gusset and cascading down her legs. Of course, it also trickled and spattered all over Penny who was still sitting between her legs in a wet nappy. Penny looked up happily as Nat's pee splashed over her face and hair, running down her cheeks and dripping onto her breasts, wetting her flimsy negligée.

After the initial gush, Hannah resumed thrashing Natalie's red bottom, the belt flicking droplets of piss all over the room, only stopping when Natalie stopped wetting. All the girls were aroused now, their nipples hard and erect, pussies wet with more than just pee. Hannah shoved Natalie slightly aside, so she was still bent across the desk with her punished bottom in the air, but so she could take her place standing over Penny whilst leaning over the younger, ginger girl. "Lick me, Penny!" she commanded, simply, and as she'd been doing earlier Penny pressed her face to one of her sister's knickers. Due to the different stance, her nose was now nuzzling into an asshole rather than a pussy, but her tongue lapped eagerly at the damp material, tasting her older sister's eager pussy. Meanwhile, Hannah ran her hands over Natalie's well-disciplined bottom, enjoying the feel of the burning flesh under the piss-wet knickers. Hannah wound her hand into Natalie's hair and roughly pulled her to a standing position, drawing the busty girl toward her so they could kiss. Their mouths met in a passionate clinch, Hannah's soft 32D boobs smothered by her young sister's 34F chest. Hannah reached behind, cupping and squeezing Nat's smarting cheeks, enjoying the way Natalie flinched when she roughly squeezed her sore, swollen bottom. 

All three girls were quiet now, the only sound in the room coming from Penny licking at Hannah's gusset and Hannah and Natalie's kissing and groping. All three girls were happy and all three were concentrating. Again, it was Penny who went first. Drawing her knees up and rolling back slightly so she was sitting on her tailbone, she kept her tongue busy between Hannah's legs, her hands clutched at her own breasts through the piss-damp babydoll and her stomach clenched as she let a long, soft log of shit slide out from between her round bottom cheeks. The warm, squidgy mess at once filled the seat of Penny's wet diaper, as well as filling the room with the smell of her load. As with her wetting, Penny made no effort to control her poo, preferring to feel like she had no control, and was relaxed as a second wave of poo squeezed out, squashing into the limited space in the back of her diaper and covering her bottom in sticky, smelly shit.  

Natalie was next. Her kissing of Hannah became more fierce, accepting her sister's tongue deep into her mouth, licking over Hannah's face, crushing their breasts together. Natalie broke the kiss for a second, holding her breath as she squeezed, and delighting as her anus pouted and a thick, soft piece of poo curled out, pushing out the back of her wet, smelly, dirty panties and leaving a distinct bulge. Natalie gasped as a second, slightly smaller poop pushed out, then a third, filling the back of her panties as another dribble of pee trickled down her legs. Hannah kept her hands at Natalie's bottom, cupping the obscene bulge in her young sister's panties, feeling the weight of the shit and gently squeezing and pressing, spreading the sticky mess thickly over Nat's thrashed cheeks. 

As the third piece of shit squeezed softly out into her youngest sister's filthy knickers, Hannah was also about to let go into her still clean white panties. Still kissing Natalie, she clenched her stomach for a second and then let in a rush. First pee gushed from her into the pristine gusset of her knickers, and for the second time that evening Penny was showered with piss from a sister. Undeterred, she kept licking at Hannah's crotch, slurping and drinking her pee through her panties. Then, with a moan, Hannah let go her load, thrilled that she could feel that Penny still had her face pressed against her curvy bottom, so as the back of her panties suddenly tented out by a big, soft turd, it was right in Penny's face! Penny was overpowered with dirty sensations – her nappy was soaked with her own piss and swollen with shit, her body was wet with piss from both her sisters, her mouth tasted like a toilet from licking Hannah's crotch and now her nostrils were full of the scent of the poo that was pressing against her nose and forehead just the other side of a thin pair of dirty knickers. Hannah squeezed again, the back of her pants bulging as she filled them with soft, sticky lumps. She ground her ass back, pushing her poo-filled panties right against Penny's face, smooshing the shit over her own bottom and overwhelming Penny.

This was the final straw for the sisters. Penny thrust her hand into her wet nappy to rub herself to a furious orgasm, while Natalie and Hannah continued to kiss whilst rubbing each other's cunts. In moments, all three were sighing, lost in bliss, only made better by the disgusting behaviour they'd indulged. Breaking her embrace with Natalie, Hannah sank to the floor, laying beside Penny who she started to kiss and hug gently, stroking her sister's pee-coated boobs through her damp negligee. Natalie boosted herself up to sit on the desk, the feel of her shit squashing under her as she lowered herself down, the poopy mess flattening under her and messing the lips of her pussy the final, dirty thrill. 

Hannah broke off kissing her sister. "Shower?" she asked, brightly.



Sorority Babe from Jersey



Sarah, clad in a form fitting shirt and skinny jeans, heads to the front step of the Beta Gamma Phi house where she could either be a sister or wind up blackballed. Knowing her luck in life thus far, she was leaning more towards the possibility of being blackballed since she never really fit any given mold deemed to be socially acceptable in life and she had no legacy to speak of. She looks down at her Nike sneakers and hopes they're no big deal for these ladies; she takes one deep breath before using the door knocker bolted onto the front door. She hears the running around of bare feet, followed by laughing and moaning.

"I'll be right-uhhhhnnhhhh-there! Goddammit Noreen, I told you to keep your hands and hot talented mouth to yourself when we have a new prospect waiting for us," a female voice was heard saying. "My pussy will still be here for you, wet and inviting as always, but I have to attend to this new girl. I think you'll like her, a friend of hers who graduated last spring recommended her as sister material."

"Awww, okay. I hope she's hot with the bod to match, " the other girl, Noreen, said.

"Shit she will be, some of the guys they attended high school with lusted after her. They've said she has great T&A, they all thought she had nice tits. Her bubble butt was also a nice sight in jeans or a pencil skirt." 

The girl with the wet inviting pussy opened the door, and smiled at Sarah, apparently liking what she saw before her naked body. 

"Hi, you must be Sarah, our newest prospective sister," the naked girl said; extending her hand to Sarah. "I'm Rayne, it's very nice to finally meet you, Nadia told me a lot about you last year." 

"Hi Rayne, it's very nice to meet you too." Sarah said, shaking Rayne's hand. 

Rayne moves aside to let Sarah enter the house, while she's looking around, Rayne manages to sneak in few strokes on her wet, smooth slit, liking what she sees in Sarah already. 

"Sarah, this is our house. If you're approved as a member, you'll be living here. Go ahead and take a look around if you want. I'll be your pledge leader so any questions you'll have can be addressed to me. We're going to have a private chat, you and me, in my room later on. I just want to get to know you a little bit better." Rayne said, licking her lips at the new girl. As far as she was concerned, Sarah was already sister material. However, there are procedures and rules to be followed. This will be a little easier given that she was referred by an alumni so she's looking forward to the week ahead. 

As Sarah looked around, she saw some things that were a little out of the ordinary in the Sorority house. For one thing, most of the girls were stark naked, some barefoot and some wearing either shoes or socks. Another thing she noticed was that there were three pregnant sorority sisters who roamed the house in the nude, their breasts swollen either with milk or just plain swollen. Their pubic mounds were larger in size while their pussy lips were puffier and almost always separated, fully exposing their throbbing clits. 

One of the pregnant women was hairy, which Sarah plainly chalked up to the fact that she was probably in the final stretches of her pregnancy and found shaving or waxing to be troublesome. Some of the sisters were half-naked, half of them were topless and half of them bottomless. The bottomless ranged from hairy to hairless. A few of the sisters were even obese and either went around naked, topless or bottomless. A majority of the obese women were naked or bottomless, whereas only a small number of them were topless. 

She even saw a few naked male students in the house, possibly frat boys, walking around with their erect penises flopping about with each step they took. She saw one begin to jerk off, she stares at that guy for a second before walking towards him. 

"Hi, I'm Sarah, the new sorority pledge here. I noticed you have a really hard problem, want me to help you solve it?" She boldly asked after introducing herself. 

"Oh, you're Nadia's friend, Sarah? She never told me how hot you are. Go ahead and work your magic babe, I'm Rico by the way." he replied. Sarah smiles at the sexy latino who just gave her the go ahead to jerk him off. 

"Ok. Rico, how about I tell Rayne about our situation first, I don't want her to think I just disappeared on her and fuck up my chances of becoming a sorority sister." Sarah said to him. She promptly wraps her hand around his massive erection and leads him over to Rayne.

"Rayne, honey, I'm sorry if I upset you by doing a little walkabout of the house without you, but something suddenly came up and it urgently needs to be addressed." Sarah tells her, unable to take her eyes off of Rayne's naked form, watching her jill off intensely, if her throbbing, red pussy lips were any indication of such a thing. Rayne's breasts are swollen, her nipples hard from being tweaked with her other hand. 

"Rayne?"

"What, oh hey! Girl I see you've already wasted no time in joining in on some of our sisterly festivities," Rayne said to a flushed Sarah and a beaming Rico, winking. "Go on you two, have at it. Sarah, next time you find yourself alone with him, or plan on doing so, let me know so I can aid you in relieving him."

"Okay. Oh, and Rayne, is there somewhere for me to put my clothes and sneakers?" Sarah asks.

"Yeah, when you're finished with Rico, gather up your things and head over here. I'll still be here, so I'll show you to my room and we'll find a place to put your clothes and keep them safe since we have to go over a lot later. We're going to have a party tonight for the sisters only, you're the guest of honor, so we'll find something hot for you to wear." Rayne said, smiling at the fact that when she mentioned Sarah being naked for the rest of the day here, Rico looked at her from head to toe.

"Rico, we'll send you some photographs of our luscious babe here so you'll have some eye candy to help you through your nights without her." Rayne told him, her fingers travelling back down to her bare pussy. 

"That'll be all babe, go have fun with this sexy hunk of man now." Rayne said, blowing them a kiss. Rayne chuckles to herself as the couple retreats to a empty room in the house. She simply spanks her wet slit, eliciting a gasp as well as a groan when she continues to masturbate.