2 comments/ 36750 views/ 4 favorites Sigma Omega Ch. 01 By: alexjackson *Jackie* There was no question that Jackie had to make her way into Sigma Omega, since every successful woman in her life had been a part of the exclusive group. There was, then, no question whether she'd be initiated. But first she had to beat out the other girl. Sigma Omega had a pretty strict setup. First, each girl had to contribute $5000 to the privilege of being tried, along with a $1000 donation each year after, 'til death. Only second year students could join, but there were two opportunities to do so. The first was during the school year, while the second, and last, was the final month of the school year. Of course, if you failed after your first try, there was another $5000 contribution, and competition against every other girl, versus one girl in the previous months. Coming from a very well-known family, Jackie was able to be tried the very first month of the year. Of course, that also meant that her opponent would be in a similar position, with a large amount of influence behind her. As she was told, the initial meeting had been brief and to the point. At 7 PM a sister would visit her at her apartment and give her the first of two tasks. At 2 AM, the following day, she and her opponent would meet back at Sigma Omega to show how far they had accomplished their tasks. Depending upon how they did, one would be accepted, while the other would have to wait until May for a second chance. *Sara* Sara spent much of the afternoon with her boyfriend, waiting for the sister to arrive. As he kept asking the same questions, her impatience and fear grew. Her aunt had been particularly tight-lipped on what she could expect, although she assumed that even had she learned anything, some of it would have changed. All she could really get out of her was that there would be a certain number of activities that she would have to perform, alone. She would be competing against one other girl, and if she expected to gain admittance, she would have to defeat her, as the competition got rough for the second chance. Like Jackie, there was no question that she would have to be a Sigma Omega. At 6:30 she kicked her boyfriend out of her apartment and settled in to wait. *Jackie* She heard the sister at the door, but she didn't knock until after she had answered a call, shortly before 7. Jackie answered after the second knock. The woman made her way into the apartment, uninvited, and took a seat on the couch. Jackie made her way over to a chair and sat down, waiting. *Sara* The woman sat and waited, looking at her cell phone, off and on. Finally, at 7:15, she looked at Sara and began. "As you know, you have two tasks to complete by 2 AM, tomorrow morning. Those tasks are written on a sheet of paper inside this envelope. You may begin preparing for these tasks, in your apartment, at 7:45, and may leave your apartment at 8. This is exactly the same situation as your rival is given. "If you are late tomorrow, you will forfeit and will have another opportunity in May. If you do not follow the location-specific directions in the envelope, you also forfeit. You do not have to fulfil the tasks, but if your rival does, you'll probably lose. "Unless stated otherwise, you can do anything to accomplish the tasks. They are both fairly open, with no real limit. Hence, more is better. "Do you have any questions?" *Jackie* "No." "Then at 7:30 you may open this." She gives Jackie the envelope. It's a plain, legal-sized, envelope. There's a sheet of paper inside, but there's no other indication of what it conceals within. What are the two tasks? Will six hours be enough? Who is she competing against? They've said that the tasks can be skipped; what does that suggest? The time crawled by as she asked herself these questions, over and over. Finally, it was 7:30. "You may open the envelope. Remember, you can start preparing inside your apartment as 7:45, and may leave your apartment at 8." Jackie opened the envelope, taking out the single sheet of paper, and began reading. "Greetings, "As a potential Sigma Omega I'm sure you realize just what kind of group you'd be joining. A $5000 contribution, at the start, and $1000 donation afterwards, every year, is a significant amount of money. However, as a Sigma Omega sister we can assure you that you'll be spending many times that, each month, on the most frivolous of things. "However, when we're young, we must all be a little crazy. Hence, the two tasks. "The first task is to fill, as much as possible, the bottle you will receive from your future (?) sister. However, the only thing that can go in it is men's cum." *Sara* "The second task is to have as many male signatures as you can. You will receive a marker that can be used, but you must supply the material that will be written on. That material is your own body. "For the first task you may visit ___ and ___, while for the second task you may visit ___ and ___. All four places are bars or clubs. "Your rival will be visiting the same locations, but the tasks will be reversed. As soon as you leave a place, you may not go back. You may not perform a task anywhere other than at the locations listed. You may not talk about your rival at any of those places, and you may not visit the same place as your rival, at the same time. "When going between locations, you will be guided along a specific path, so that you and your rival never meet. "You will also be watched by your future (?) sister, but she will never intervene. "At the end of the night your progress will be compared, and a winner will be chosen. "Good luck." Sara looked up, dazed. I have to collect cum and signatures? Is this a joke? She looked at the sister. "In ... five minutes you may begin getting ready." She reaches into her bag and pulls out a bottle and pen. "Here's what we'll be providing." *Jackie* Jackie takes the bottle and pen. The bottle is an empty, clear, shampoo bottle. The neck is thin, and capped with a blue top. The marker is purple. She takes off the cap; a perfect point. "Don't worry; it'll wash off nicely in the morning. You have 1 minute. "The last thing I can say is that you should definitely change your clothes." Jackie looks down at herself. Blue jeans and a red t-shirt. If men were really going to be writing on her, she'd definitely have to wear something else. Although if she walked into a bar with writing all over her, what would they think? "You may begin." Jackie stood and made her way into her room, still slightly dazed. As she opened her closet doors she saw nothing that looked appealing. *Sara* Meanwhile, Sara placed the bottle and marker on the table and made a bee-line to her room. There was a black halter top that would work perfectly. For the bottom, she'd match it with a black mini-skirt. That would leave plenty above and below the top, and lots of leg. For her hair she grabbed a black band, and pulled her hair back into a ponytail. She made her way into the bathroom, spraying perform and putting on makeup. Done, she made her way back into her bedroom, to give herself one last look. Her 5' 6" figure filled the small mirror. She first looked at herself head-on, and turned slowly. The top, as she already knew, showed off her full breasts and tight stomach very well. Her mini-skirt fit her ass perfectly, riding just a little low against her hips, showing the slightest bit of her panties, then getting looser as it went down. Of course, there really wasn't much of it beyond her ass ... Her dark blonde hair was tied back in a ponytail, but inspecting this, she pulled it loose, changing it to two pigtails. Perfect. She knew full well what kind of looks she'd get tonight, as she had worn this outfit before, while out with boyfriend and his friends. Electric. And just in time *Jackie* It took Jackie much longer to prepare. In fact, it was only a few minutes before 8 when she decided that she really should change out of her jeans into something else. But what? She had dresses, but all of them would limit the skin she had available above her waist. She hadn't planned on clothing for summer, so she had no shorts. "Eight o'clock." "Shit!" She kept looking in her closet for a couple more minutes. "Shit, shit, shit." She left her room, went back to her room to grab the bottle and marker, left her room again, was 'tsk'd' by her future (that was doubtful if she'd already frozen this early) sister, and made her way out of the apartment. She didn't, but had she looked, she would have seen herself in a mirror. Her blue jeans, form-fitting, but comfortable. Her red t-shirt showed some cleavage, as it followed her medium sized, but perky, breasts, down to her jeans. Her short brown hair ended just a little below her ears. Sigma Omega Ch. 02 *Sara* Sara looked over the list once more. She knew two of the places, but the other two were unfamiliar to her. Luckily, not did she know the first place, but she knew her boyfriend would be there tonight. With the outfit she was wearing she'd be sure to turn some heads, and with his help, would hopefully get most of the bottle filled. She looked at it again. How many guys would it take to fill this up? As they got closer she began to really notice how hard her heart was beating. She'd teased plenty of guys, but it was quite another thing to have them masturbate into a bottle. And then there was the signing later ... She pulled open the door to the bar, making her way inside. --- "So she's coming in too," she thought. Would they have any problem with her talking with her boyfriend and recruiting his help? Too late to worry, as he'd already seen her. He made his way over. "Hey babe, thought you had that girl's thing tonight." "I do. This is part of it." He raised his eyebrows. "Oh yeah?" "Yeah." Maybe two dozen guys in the place, but she only recognized a half dozen. She showed him the bottle and waved it in his face. "I need to fill this bottle." "Oh yeah? With what?" "Cum." His jaw dropped. "I'm serious." She took another look around, then met his eyes. "Want to be the first?" He chuckled. "Are you serious?" "'Fraid so. Hurry up, okay?" "You want me to cum in this bottle?" "Yeah. Unscrew the cap," she did so, "and jerk off into it. It's simple." He looked around. "Where? Here?" She gave him a look. "No, behind the bar. Sheesh. Go into the bathroom or something." "Geez. Okay. Sorry." He took the bottle and headed towards the bathroom, looking back at her as he neared the hallway. Sara, however, had already started over to his friends at the bar. They had already noticed her. "Sara! How's it going?" She made her way over, standing between two of them. "Initiation today, right?" "That's right, and that's why I'm here. Can I ask you guys a favor?" They all agreed, of course. She grinned. "Thanks guys. It's a little weird, but there's this bottle, and I need you jerk off in it." Naturally, they were all a bit shocked. "Seriously?" "That's some weird initiation." Etcetera. She looked at them. "Yeah, seriously." She expected it, especially from him. "So, you going to show us something in return?" She rolled her eyes. "No." "I don't know, wearing an outfit like that ..." "Is none of your business." He was back, and with the bottle. She took it and glanced. "That's it?" "Huh?!" His friends were laughing hard. Naturally, they all took a turn, but when she got it back it was hardly an eighth of the way full. "You guys are not as much help as I thought you would be." "Ouch. You're no fun." She stood up and started to make her way to one of the pool tables, which a couple guys are using. She felt a hand on her ass. "Where you going babe?" She turned around. "If I want in, I have to fill this up." "All the way?" "If I want to beat the other girl. Yeah." "I'll help." He started to stand. "No," she gently pushed him back down, "I should really do this myself." She glanced over towards the corner, where her guide sat. She'd been watching most of the time she'd been her, and she thought it was disapproval that she had seen on her face. She glanced at the clock. Already nine? "Damn. It's later than I thought." She turned and made her way quickly to the pool table. Behind her, a grunt of surprise. --- There were five of them playing, for what seemed to be money. While it was early, it looks like they had started earlier, or were partying hard. A couple of them, not paying immediate attention to the game, watched her come over. She stood and watched for a moment, before speaking. "Hi guys." They grunted and nodded, save one. "I was wondering if I could ask you guys for a favor?" The one closest to her started first, moving towards her slightly, and looking her up and down. "What kind of favor?" He grinned. She smiled back. "See, I've got this bottle," she raised it up and shock it a bit, "and I've got to fill it up." He moved his face towards it, a bit perplexed. "What ..." "It's cum." He moved back as if struck. Then laughed. "You're fucked up." She smiled again. "Actually it's a trial, you see ..." The one who had been silent before straightened, and turned towards her. He paused as he gave her a quick glance. "Hmm." He paused again. "And what do we get for helping you out?" "Gratitude?" He smiled. "I haven't fucked for a couple days. I've got two conditions." He paused. "First, is that your boyfriend over there?" He motioned towards the bar. She didn't look back. "Yes." "You didn't even look. Are you sure?" She glanced over her shoulder. "Yes." "One. We do it out here." She stepped back. "Huh?" "Me and my buddies will put cum in your bottle, but we do it out here, not in the bathroom." "Okayyy ..." "Two. You put the bottle between your legs." "Umm ..." "Otherwise, I call over to the bartender and tell him to call the cops." She looked around at the other four guys. Not turning out the way she hoped. "Five seconds." "One." "Okay." "Great. I'll go first." "But ..." He motioned one over, and whispered something in his ear. He then motioned to two others who made their way behind Sara. She glanced nervously at them. "Don't worry, they're just sheltering you a bit from everyone else." They each put a hand on her and moved her a little more towards the corner, and fully beside the pool table. Meanwhile the first had gone over to another group of men and was talking to them. Not at all what she was expecting. "Let's get that bottle between your legs." He put his hands at the bottom of her skirt and pulled it up. Her hands started to move down, but the two behind her grabbed them. The crotch of her white lace panties came into view, but he continued to pull on her skirt, until her panties were fully exposed. Her heart was pounding. Next he took the bottle and gently eased it between her legs, using his free hand to move them apart. Within moments she could feel the bottle touching her pussy. Still holding the bottle, he unscrewed the cap, placing it to the side. She looked to the right and noticed the first man was back, with the other group of men, their eyes devouring her. She heard a zipper and looked forward, as man pulled down his zipper, reached in, and pulled out his cock. Despite it all, it lay only slightly rigid, mostly limp. He very slowly started stroking. The others kept their eyes on her, taking only the briefest of moments to see how he was faring. She glanced over her shoulder, back at the clock. It was almost fifteen 'til. Had time really gone that fast? She looked forward again. "Can you go any faster?" He stopped. "What's that?" "Can you go any faster? I'm kind of in a rush." She realized too late it was the wrong thing to say. "Oh, excuse me." "I ..." "You'll jerk me off?" "Huh?" "That's what you were going to say, right?" He leered at her. "You were going to offer to jerk me off, right?" "Umm ..." The one holding her on the right moved her hand towards the cock. She fought for a moment, before giving in. "Sure." She moved her hand on her own, towards the tip of his cock. She tried to wrap her pointer and thumb just under the 'helmet' of this penis, and inched it back and forth. He laughed. "You'll have to go down further than that if you want lots of cum, babe." She smiled slightly, and began stroking further down. Twelve, thirteen. The heat radiating from his cock was intense. Twenty-five, twenty-six. She looked at his face. He was enjoying it, but wasn't close ... and he wasn't close to the bottle either. If he did cum most of it would miss. She pulled him closer. "That's right babe, don't want me to miss." He moved his hands up and grabbed her breasts. "This'll help me." He grinned. He started pumping hard in her hand. She tried to move her other hand, but it was held in place. She lost hold of his cock once, then twice. Behind her, she could feel a finger move up her leg, then under her panties. The man in front of her moved a hand to his cock and started pumping hard. Within seconds he was cumming, shooting most of his load into the bottle, but some struck her hand. Nearing the end, he started slowing down, then jerking hard in long strokes. He moved his tip against the bottle's opening, pushing the last bit into the bottle. He moved away, and Sara rubbed her hand against the bottle's opening, trying to scrap as much as she could inside. --- She moved to pull the bottom from between her legs, but the one behind and to the right stopped her. "There's more sweety." She looked up and saw another of the men step in front of her, his fly already open, his cock straight out. He moved in close, putting one hand on shirt, grabbing a breast, and the other on her hip. Reluctantly she moved her right hand down to his cock. This time she beat hard and fast. She took care of the next two in a similar manner. Behind her, the one holding her on the left moved away, letting another take hold of her. He leered at her. "I want you from behind bitch." He looked over to her right. "That okay?" She looked over and saw the bartender, and much of the bar, on the other side of the pool table. "Sure." He too grinned at her. She started to look forward again, but met the eyes of her boyfriend. He wasn't smiling. He met her eyes and turned away. "How had she lost control," she thought, as they moved her towards the pool table. Someone took the bottle from between her legs as the two behind her moved her into position, gently pushing her chest towards the table. She felt a hand slip between her legs, its fingers rubbing against her pussy, before they withdrew and once again the bottle was between her legs. They moved her left hand behind her, while the man moved into position. He placed his cock in her hand before putting both his hands on her ass. He started pumping in her hand, as his hands pulled her panties up her hips. She could feel the material strain around her pussy, digging deep against her lips. In front of her, a couple of the men had their cocks in hand, and were gently stroking, waiting for their turn. Her attention snapped back as the hands on her ass moved their way to her cheeks and began pushing the back of her panties towards her crack. That done, she felt the smack as he struck her, first on one, then the other cheek. He grunted loud as he came, but she could most of it hitting against her skin, hitting her legs and ass. Another quickly stepped behind her, putting his cock in her hand. His hands then moved around to her breasts. He leaned closer and started grunting in her ear. Meanwhile the men in front of her were stroking harder, with a couple looking ready to cum. "Not on the table." "Then she better put out her hand." The one to her right side took her hand and moved it in front of her face. Two men moved their way in front of her, pointing their cocks towards her hand, but at her face. She closed her eyes as they grunted, cum hitting her above the eye, on the cheek and her lips, with the rest pooling in her hand. She heard the movement as others took their place and their turns. Her left hand was pounding, but a couple came at her from behind, with more and more hitting her legs and ass. Finally, they were done. She moved her fingers against her face, trying to clear the cum from her eyelids. Blinking, she tried to stand up, but almost lost the bottle. The first man put it on the pool table. "Don't want you to lose it now, do we." She frantically started scrapping her fingers and hand against the bottle, trying to get as much in as possible. She used both hands to wipe the cum off her legs and ass, then alternated between holding the bottle and scrapping into it, before moving back to her face. She made her way to the bathroom. --- She looked at herself in the mirror. At some point one of her pigtails had come loose. She started to move her hands, before stopping, and washing them off first. She dried them, then re-did the pigtail. She wet a paper towel and wiped the back of her legs and her ass. Another paper towel for her face. All that and a little over half a bottle. She made her way out of the bathroom, through the bar, and out the door.