"Thank you for meeting me here like this since I don't have any transportation."
Clyde told Maggie, who met him at the Commons in the Student Union.

"I understand, but why didn't you let me pick you up where you live?"  Maggie
asked.

"There seems to be a lot of activity in preparation for some sort of party at my
place and they wanted me out of their hair for awhile, so I came here instead."
Clyde said.

"So we're going to the Twelve-plex, right?"  Maggie asked.

"I think we'll have the best selection there." Clyde responded.

"So, when do I get to meet your roommates?"  Maggie asked driving along in the
car.

"Uh, someday, but they're housemates actually, not roommates."  Clyde clarified.

"Here we are.  Would you like to see 'Gripper?'  I understand it's really
scary."  Maggie asked.

"If it's scary you want, then it's scary we see."  Clyde said with a smile.

Before the movie started, Maggie snuggled up against Clyde and confessed,  "You
know, I'm really glad I met you Sam.  I was worried about school at first, but I
am so comfortable when I'm with you, it has all but gone away."  Maggie said,
putting her head on his shoulder.

Clyde patted the back of her wrist, "I'm glad I met a nice girl like you too."
He said and tilted his head to hers.

During the movie there were the prerequisite surprise moments of terror keeping
Maggie clinging to Clyde's side.  In a more tender moment in the movie, Maggie
unbuttoned Clyde's shirtsleeve to run her hand up his arm to check out his
musculature.  The smooth feel surprised her.  "Are you a weightlifter?"  She
whispered.

"No, why?"  Clyde whispered back, still trying to follow the movie.

"It feels like you shave your arms, like for competition or something."  She
explained.

"Oh, that.  Yeah, I workout, but I'm just starting, so I don't have much to show
for it."  Clyde lied, and looked over at her to find her smiling, apparently
pleased with her discovery.  "Oh great!"  Clyde thought to himself, "Now I have
to start working out.  Jeez, how do I get myself into these fixes?"

On the way home, Maggie asked where Clyde lived so she could drop him off.  "Oh,
could you just drop me off by the Union, I have to go in and get something."
Clyde said.

"Here we are. . . . I had a nice evening."  Maggie said, showing Clyde the signs
she would like to be kissed.

"Me too.  I hope we can get together again like this next weekend."  Clyde said
moving closer.

"I think that can be arranged."  Maggie said opening her arms to welcome his
incoming kiss.  As Clyde was exiting the car, she offered,  "I can wait while
you get your things."

"Oh, thanks, no, I'll be awhile.  I'll see you at our bench before class on
Monday.  Thank you for coming out with me.  I had a great time."  Clyde said,
closing the door.

"Me too."  Maggie said with a wave as she drove off.

"Damn, this is getting complicated."  Clyde mused.  "Lying to her just makes it
worse.  I just wish I could have it all be natural."  He fretted as he ducked
around the building and hoofed it back to the Delta Pi house.

When he got downstairs, he noticed the rec. room was all decorated in a tropical
island theme.  The next morning he awoke amidst dreams of Maggie and him in the
South Pacific.  He got up before anybody else seemed to be stirring and looked
at the decorations with some daylight filtering into the room.  Chairs were
draped in colorful tropical patterns, lampshades were decorated with cutouts
shaped like palm fronds, and the bar was skirted in grass thatch.

Clyde went upstairs and leisurely enjoyed a shower undisturbed, dressed in the
bathroom having it all to himself, and went to the kitchen to make himself some
coffee.  As he was sitting down to read the Sunday paper, Marie walked in
wearing a bulky robe.  They exchanged "good mornings" and Marie poured herself a
cup to join Clyde.

"So, what is all the hoopla about anyway?"  Clyde asked.

"Well, if you must know, tonight is the "Shimmy Chamois Shindig."  Marie said
matter-of-factly.

"The Shimmy Shammy what?"  He asked.

"The Shimmy Chamois Shindig.  It's an annual event for the Delta Pi's."  Marie
responded.

"Well, what's up with the tropical beach theme?"  He asked.

"My aren't we nosey this morning.  Have you even been invited?"  She challenged.

"Well no."

"I'll tell you anyway, . . . because I like you."  She said letting him off the
hook.  "We invite people to a party where everybody is wearing clothes made out
of chamois leather.  You could be there if you want to serve at the party."
Marie offered.

"Really?  It sounds like it would be fun."  He said brightened with
anticipation.

"Oh it is, believe me.  Anything can happen, and it usually does."  Marie said.

"What would I wear?"  Clyde asked.

"You can leave that to me.  Oh, by the way, I think Stacie is expecting you."
She announced.

"Okay."

"But not now, give her another hour to wake up."  Marie warned.

So when do I report for duty?"  Clyde asked.

"How about I meet you in your room at six?"

"Sure."  Clyde acknowledged.

"Is it okay if the other servers meet there then too?"  Marie asked.

"Sure, I suppose.  I don't have much in the way of furniture for a group as you
know."  Clyde pointed out.

"Oh, that's okay.  I'll have you all out on the floor in no time." Marie
predicted.

An hour later, Clyde went to Stacie's room and knocked.  She came sleepily to
the door in a flannel nightie and open full-length robe.  "There you are.  I was
wondering when I'd see you again.  Are you planning to go to the Shindig
tonight?"  Stacie asked.

"Ah, yes.  I've been invited to serve."

"Splendid.  After you get your costume, come back here.  I want to decorate my
guys."  Stacie directed.

"Ah, okay."  Clyde said, forgetting the deal he made to cum earlier.

Clyde was curious during the day about the hustle and bustle around the house,
the giddy anticipation in the air, and the secret moving in and out of the
closed study.  Around five-thirty Clyde was in the kitchen working as directed
on finger food when another fellow entered the kitchen and stood waiting for an
acknowledgement of his presence.  Clyde looked over at him frequently, getting a
curious hit off of his being there and hoping that there wouldn't be an occasion
for him to come around the counter and see what Clyde was wearing.  A few
moments later, Carol walked in, "Hi Jerry."  She said seductively.

Jerry's eyes brightened.  "Hi, Miss Carol."

Clyde had a sinking feeling.  "What's this 'Miss Carol' business?" Clyde stewed
over in his mind. "I thought that was for me as part of my staying in this
place." 

"Hey Jerry, you're here a little early, would you like to help out in the
kitchen for a little bit?"  Carol offered.

"Sure."  Jerry said with enthusiasm.  He went over next to Clyde to help with
the finger food, looked down at the skirt and asked matter-of-factly,  "So, what
year are you?" 

"Year?"  Clyde responded red-faced and puzzled.

"Yeah, year."

"Well, I don't know exactly."  Clyde froze for a minute as he noticed that the
back of Jerry's hands were clean-shaven like his.  "I'm a freshman."

"A freshman, and you're living here now?"  Clyde looked puzzled as he nodded
ever so slightly.  "This early in the year?"  Jerry asked in disbelief.

"Yes."  Clyde responded uncomfortably, not wanting to learn more and wanting to
know everything all at the same time.

"It's usually a spring term thing.  Wow Man, you've got it made."  Jerry said
with a mixture of knowing and envy.

"What are you talking about?"  Clyde asked directly of Jerry.

"Uh, I've probably said too much already."  He said, and then leaned in like a
big brother giving advice, "Don't screw it up.  Do whatever they say, and you'll
learn what heaven is all about."

Now Clyde was curious beyond belief.  He worked along with Jerry until another
fellow appeared similarly mannered and with clean-shaven backs of his hands.
"Oh boy," Clyde was thinking, "what have I gotten myself into now?"

"Hi everyone."  A third fellow said jovially.  "Can I get a little help with the
ice and kegs?"  Jerry and the other fellow started to go outside while this new
person walked over to Clyde, extended his hand and announced, "Hi, I'm Danny.
New here?"

Clyde turned the handshake slightly so he could check the back of his hand.
"Oh, hi Danny, my name is Sam, I mean, they call me Clyde around here."

"Glad to meet ya."  Danny said.

"Say," Clyde said on the q-t, "what is this all about, you coming here to help
out, the shaving of the hair and all?" 

"What year are you?"  Danny replied.  "Didn't you get the whole picture?"

"The whole picture?  What picture?"  Clyde asked.

"You know the Alpha Pi's of the Beta Delta Pi sorority . . . Us . . . . You, it
looks like."  Danny explained.

"I still don't get it."  Clyde said.

"Come and help me with a keg and I'll explain it."  Danny said.  Clyde followed
him out to a car.  "Do you live here now?"

"Yes."  Clyde said.

"Wow, that's cool, they're taking in the Alpha earlier in the year.  Well,
anyway, you're part of a very select group of guys to be chosen to serve this
current crop of beauties.  Those of us that have come before you get invited
back for the main events during the year, as long as we follow the rules we had
when we lived here ourselves."  Danny explained.

"(Gulp)  How many are there of us?"  Clyde asked shocked.

"I think the tradition may go back a couple of decades, so maybe as many as
twenty, but just a few remain available and show up at these things."  Danny
said then turned nostalgic.  "It gets better each year, I swear.  This sorority
attracts the best looking girls overall at this campus, and when they get
visitors from other campuses it seems this entire order nationally has pull for
the best looking girls available where they are from too . . . . Thanks for the
help.  Let me just connect this like this . . . .  Good, so have you met Jerry
and Stan?"

"Hi.  How are you?"  Clyde said shaking their hands.

"Mind if we check out the room?"  Danny asked.

"No. Sure."  Clyde said, still slightly dazed by the news.  He followed the
other three to his room.

"Looks the same."  Jerry said.  "You really haven't done much with it have you?"

"Look, no door."  Stan said.

"Having trouble keeping your hands from playing with your squeeze toy, are you?"
Danny said amused.  "Okay then."

Then before the pause got long and awkward, Marie and Carol appeared at the
door.  "Hi Boys,"  Carol greeted.  "Ready for this year's Chamois clothes?"
Everybody brightened except Clyde, who felt weird and suddenly alien.  "It's a
tropical island, you wont need much, just these loin cloths and this fringe trim
for your wrists and ankles.  So take off your clothes and see how these pouches
feel."  She directed.

The three eagerly obliged, while Clyde followed slightly behind, trying to keep
pace.  They stood stripped naked at something close to attention waiting for
Marie to approach them and put their manhood's into a soft triangular chamois
pouch secured by leather thongs at the corners running between their legs and
around their waists.  One-by-one, they stood limp, eyes closed in ecstasy as
Marie fitted and adjusted the pouches for snug but comfortable fits by cupping
and gently squeezing their genitals inside the ultra soft Swede material.  When
she got to Clyde, he couldn't believe how comfortable it fit and how exquisite
and unique the sensations of the leather felt on his cock and hairless balls.
Finally, they had square patches of Swede hung in front and behind and leather
fringed cuffs tied on their wrists and ankles. 

"You boys look good enough to  . . . well, let's not go there just yet."  Carol
remarked playfully.  Why don't you go with Marie and get instructions and I'll
see you Pi's later."

"Ah, Miss Marie, I just remembered, I need to see Miss Stacie right now, would
that be okay?"  Clyde asked. 

Marie smiled impishly and excused him.

Clyde knocked at 4-D.  "Yes.  Is that you Clydesdale?"  Stacie asked through the
door.

"Yes Ma'am it is."

"There you are.  Ooooo, you guys are going to look great tonight.  Come in."
Stacie said, wearing her long robe tied shut.  "Let's get this loincloth off and
get to work."  She untied the thong holding the two square patches in place.
"Oh, this pouch will have to go, it will totally cover up my boys and their new
clothes."  And she untied the pouch.  The attention directed at his groin, the
chamois material gliding over his sensitive skin, and her loving touch were
causing Clyde to stiffen.  "Now calm down, or it will be difficult to get this
on."

Clyde looked down to see what she pulled out of her pocket.  It was some sort of
band or garter wrapped in material, which must have originally been a Hawaiian
shirt for a Ken doll, based on the bright red background and tiny white flowers.
"Let me put this on like this."  She put it around the base of his cock and the
back of his scrotum.  It had the effect of gathering his balls and cock together
and lifting them out somewhat from his body.  It fit snuggly, but comfortably
enough to make him feel sexier for wearing it.  "There, now doesn't that fit the
spirit of the evening?"  She asked somewhat rhetorically.

"I can't go to the party like this?"  Clyde protested respectfully.

"I suppose it is a bit much.  We'll put the loin patches back on."  Clyde looked
relieved at hearing it.  She retied the thong holding the loin patches around
his waist.  "Now, what do you think of my getup?"  She said untying the robe and
holding it aside.  Clyde's loins started throbbing at the sight of Stacie posing
for him in a chamois bikini, an ankle bracelet, and a necklace distractingly
nestled in her cleavage.  The soft bikini top had a curved fringe of leather
arched above and below each nipple to resemble eyelashes accenting her nipples
now showing through in relief.

"Wow, Clyde said.  You're going to wear that to the party tonight?"  He asked in
disbelief.

"Sure, we're all going something like this."  Stacy said flattered by Clyde's
reaction to her.

"I can't go to the party like this.  Look at what happens."  He pleaded, turning
sideways to her.  He was referring to his hardon pushing the loin patch away
from his body so his banded genitals were clearly visible from the sides.  "This
thing makes me feel like I have a boner all the time."

"Oh, but it looks so good on you.  Well, I'll tell you what, let's give your
boys some relief right now and you won't be as inclined to want it during the
party."  Stacie offered.

"Oh, would you?  I mean like we did before?"  Clyde asked eagerly.

"Did you like that?  Would you like me to do that again for you?"

"Would I?"  Clyde said with understatement.

"I could do that.  I could do that right now for you, but that would make two
times in a row I will have given your boys relief while my horns get no
attention."  She watched Clyde react, then continued, "Have you ever kissed a
girl between her legs?"

"Yes, many times."  Clyde exaggerated.

"Well then, I think we have a deal."  Stacie said, walking over to a dresser,
and coming back with a vibrator and a tube of K-Y held to her cleavage.  "Would
you do the honors and untie my bottoms?"  Clyde's eyes nearly popped out of his
head at the prospect and immediately went to work.  She parted her legs and
stuck her rear back seductively to allow the leather to fall away.  "UmMm." she
hummed.  "Could you grease up the backdoor for me?"  She asked as she bent
forward putting her hands on her knees, thrusting her rear back to part the
cheeks.  Clyde smeared a copious amount of Jelly in and around her anus.

"Like this?"  He asked.

"UMmm."  She purred.  "Take that triangular pillow and put it here."  Clyde
placed it on the floor up against the side of the bed.  "Go on, sit down."  He
did.  She nearly squatted her rear into his face.  "Now, slowly, I mean SLOWLY
like I did for you, take this and work it in."  Clyde took the phallus and
slowly worked to get it in with as much consideration for her comfort as she had
for him.  "Ungh."  She moaned.  Clyde started to pull it back.  "No, it didn't
hurt.  It's fine; it's just a lot for me to take back there.  Phew . . . . Okay,
turn the handle on."  Clyde turned the vibrator on and watched her respond to it
a moment, then she backed herself up to his face that was cocked back over the
edge of the bed.  Clyde knew what to do pretty much and started to kiss, lick,
nibble, and suck the creases and folds of her nether region.  She moved her
pelvis around to communicate to him the areas and length of time he should work
on any one spot, while at the same time massaging and tugging on Clyde's frisky
genitals.  The vibration from her insides and Clyde's willing tongue on the
outside of her pleasure zone caused her to buck and mash his head down against
the edge of the bed.   She came bobbing her head up and down in the air in
opposite motion to her pussy rubbing up and down his face.  When the peek of the
orgasm was past, she slid her wet pussy down Clyde's chin, chest, and huddled
her body with his.  Her ass and vibrator stuck up in the air, while her head
nuzzled his genital package she was cradling in her hands, like a mother
tickling her infant baby's stomach with her face.

"Oamph" Clyde uttered, as her amorous actions caused a little undue pressure on
his nuts.  She stopped playing around and dismounted from him.  After she
retrieved the vibrator and wiped off her snatch she looked at Clyde sitting
patiently, knees bent and dropping to their sides framing a wrapped hardon/balls
package waiting for her.  "Ah, um, is it time?  I mean, you know, the thing you
do."  Clyde asked.

"Yes, it's time to drain the pressure from the boys."  Stacie said.  She got him
in position and proceeded to massage his prostrate like before.  When she was
done, she had him wipe up his mess and she readjusted her ornamentation around
his now relaxed genitals before sending him on to the party.

Clyde went to the kitchen first and found Jerry picking up a tray of food he was
about to take downstairs.  "Have you seen Marie?"  Clyde asked.

"Follow me, she's at the base of the stairs."  He said.

Clyde walked down the stairs behind Jerry and realized that his own shaved legs
must look as ridiculous as Jerry's did right then.  Then he saw some bare feet
as he descended.  Continuing down, long strong supple legs came into view,
leading to a mini-skirt made of two chamois Swede pieces sewn loosely with
leather laces on the sides revealing leg up to the waist, proving there would be
no panties on under the two soft leather patches.  When he saw the bare back and
brown hair, he recognized this exotic creature to be Marie.  Marie turned to see
who was closing in behind her, showing Clyde that she had a triangular patch of
chamois Swede tied at the top point around her neck and the two side points
together around her back with leather laces.  His heart started racing.  Her
sexy body, provocatively attired, and her make-up transforming her into a
seductress, was clouding his thinking and disrupting his demeanor.

"Ah, wow, ah, hi, . . . man, (whew), I mean wow, you look great.  I mean, more
than great, wow, unbelievable."  Clyde blurted out.

"Why thank you Clyde."  She said smiling appreciatively.  "You guys look pretty
good yourselves.  Do you mind if I peek?"  She asked of the stupefied Clyde and
lifted up the front flap of his loincloth.  "Stacie's at it again I see.  How
festive, and theme appropriate."  She said, letting it fall back into place.

Clyde was worried, because even though he had just been drained, pressure was
building back up again.  He had always thought Marie was attractive with clothes
on.  He had no idea what a fox she really was underneath.

"Clyde, are you ready to start helping out?"  She asked.

"Yes Ma'am."  He said.

"Good.  Then circulate and make sure everybody gets everything they want to eat
and drink, okay?" 

"Yes Ma'am." He replied.

"Com'on, let's go."  Jerry said.

Clyde followed Jerry into the rec. room.  With his hardening cock pushing its
tip out against the soft Swede leather patch in front, he started to get
uncontrollable quivers as it rubbed from walking, and had to walk a little bent
over.

"Got something wrong with your back?"  Jerry asked.

"No, I need a job here where I don't have to move around very much."  Clyde
remarked hopefully.

"Why don't you see if Stan over there will trade with you at the keg."  Jerry
suggested.

"Hi Stan.  Boy this is some party isn't it."  Clyde pointed out.

"Man, can you believe all of this pulchritude in one place?  And this clothing,
the bodies, the feel of this weird leather, it makes everyone so horny."  Stan
said enthusiastically.

"Yes indeed.  Ah, Stan, wouldn't you like to be out there circulating amongst
the pulchritude?  I'll pour from the keg for awhile."  Clyde offered.

"Sure Man, that's cool."  Stan said and stepped out from around the bar. 

Clyde poured beers for the other Alpha Pi's to deliver and hid his raging hardon
from all eyes but those standing to talk to him at the bar.  Danny came up all
excited.  "Hey Clyde, guess what."

"What."  Clyde conceded.

"You're not gonna believe how unbelievably lucky we are tonight."  Clyde perked
up.  "There are pledges here tonight vying for early decision.  The word gets
around about this sorority and they want in bad."

"Yeah?"  Clyde responded as if he didn't get it.

"That means were 'On' for tonight."  Clyde still looked puzzled.  "We're it Man,
the initiation, we're the ones."  Danny explained.

"Okay."  Clyde replied cautiously, as if to say, "And that's a good thing
right?"

"You'll see."  Danny said and thanked him for the beers.

Clyde's attention was drawn to one costume after another, girls he'd seen before
and those he hadn't.  Stella caught his eye for longer than most.  Her
ordinarily chiseled statuesque features were revealed to be long lean
athletically sexy in her high heels and loincloth type skirt-wrap and two short
flaps worn like sandwich boards and tied at each side with a leather lace.  They
came to the level of the bottom of her breasts, which kept the chamois leather
away from her body, creating a distraction for more males than just Clyde in the
room.  He wanted to stick his face up under it and smother himself in her
cleavage, at least have his hand linger there for a long while.

Kelly, Anita, and Lisa all came by to wish him well and introduce him to their
beaus.  Kelly was true to form with cutout leather daisies attached to her top
and bottoms.  He got nasty looks from the girl he tried to help in the shower.
She wore a patchwork dress that caused him to chuckle inside, since she looked
to him like Betty Rubble.  When Stacie came by, she came around the counter and
stood by Clyde and reached down to feel his stiff cock and balls, which were
being pushed down to the end of their nutsac by the elastic band.   "Hummm.  You
recharge awfully fast.  You feel like you're ready to go again."  She said
devilishly.

"Ah, um, ah, Miss Stacie, um, do you have to do that here, right now?"  Clyde
pleaded, bending over at the waist as if to pull away from her touch.

"I thought we took care of this before hand so it wouldn't be a problem."  She
countered.  "Let me have the band back, I'm going to change the color."  She
pulled the band off, but not without some alarm on Clyde's part as she lost her
grip on the band momentarily.  It squeezed his balls together causing him to
stand on tiptoes, hands on the counter and forming a desperate "o" with his
mouth, while she got her fingers in again and restretched it to get it off.
"Sorry . . . . I'll be right back."

Clyde stood up erect and padded in place letting his boys move around freely
under the loincloth patch.  His period of freedom came to an end eventually
though, when Stacie returned with a blue and white flowered band that had been
gathered in the middle like a figure "8" and a line running through the lower
circle.  "Let me get this on."  She said crouching down behind the counter.
Although she was blocked from everyone's view, Clyde felt as if everyone could
watch her positioning his balls through the one hole with the cord that divided
them into two distinct cheeks like a little fanny.  His cock went through the
other which gave it the urge to harden, and the latitude to rise up further,
being somewhat separate from the band around his balls.  The funny pressure on
Clyde's balls had him supporting himself on the counter and gave him the urge to
sway his back sticking out his rear as he stood to draw beers.

Yo Clyde."  Danny said approaching.  "They're on their way down the stairs."
Clyde looked back confused.  "The Pledges, Man, and are they lookers."  He
whispered emphatically.

Clyde turned to look toward doorway to see the first of the bashful pledges
entering the room led by Carol.  She and those that followed her were wearing
nothing but a bib style chamois apron which covered the fronts of their breasts
but not the sides causing them to hold arms tight in on their sides with their
fists just below their chins.  Carol stopped by Stella who was near Clyde, and
the pledges kept on going to form a line on the other side of the bar.  The
girls passed in front of Danny and Clyde trying to face the room as much as
possible giving the two of them a view of why the girls were taking such careful
tight steps.  The aprons went down to upper mid-thigh and around most of their
sides, but they had no bottoms on and they were walking compactly and their
fleshy young bottoms held their butt clefts tightly shut to keep eyes from going
in between their legs.

Clyde overheard Carol tell Stella, "We may have a problem with one.  She didn't
take to the shaving too well."  Then as the seventh girl passed them, Marie
pointed her out with a nod.  Clyde noticed she was nearly in tears.  She was the
most buxom of the group with larger bone structure and heavy breasts.  When she
took her place in line, she burst into tears of humiliation and ran embarrassed
out of the room one arm across her breasts, the other hand trying to hide her
rear crack from the view of the ogling partygoers.

Before Stella addressed the audience, she mentioned to Carol, "We've got to stop
that nervous padding in place.  Take them out and get them in heels."  Then
while they were out getting shoes on, Stella explained to the party attendees
that the eight girls wanted to join the sorority and were invited to earn their
way in at the party.  Four would be accepted and the remainder could be
reconsidered in the regular rush process. 

When the pledges were herded back in, they were instructed to circulate and
introduce themselves to everyone in the room.  They couldn't do much for the
totally bare view of their backsides they gave the onlookers but to clench their
butt checks tight.  They found they needed to keep perfect posture, or the bib
would fall away from their breasts and their nipples would be clearly visible
from the sides.  Their nipples were constantly erect from the sensuous rubbing
they were getting against the chamois front as they shook hands with
enthusiastic guests.  The guys delighted in shaking their hands vociferously up
and down and from side to side to get peeks of breasts barely hidden behind the
bib of chamois covering them.  All manner of ploys were tried to reveal the
secrets just hidden from view, like grabbing a girl's hand to lead her over to
meet someone else at a speed that caused her to stumble with her high heels, or
each member of a couple holding onto a girl's hands away from her body
affectionately while they asked her questions about herself.  As time wore on,
as beers became consumed, and as the pledges realized they were not much more
exposed than many of the partygoers, they grew more and more relaxed with their
tits coming occasionally into view.  The only concern they all seemed to share
was for their newly denuded pussys and ass cracks they were hiding tenaciously
between their closed legs.

Carol talked the one pledge into giving it a second chance.  She freely accepted
all offers for beer to fortify her resolve, and she got quite a lot of
attention, with the aprons all being the same size, her breasts and rear were
more prominently displayed.  It was everything the guys could do to resist the
urge to lay a hand on her breast or rear cheek for a playful squeeze.

When everyone was fairly comfortable with the goings on, Stella announced, that
they would proceed with a special contest as an initiation to accept four of the
eight pledges.  She reminded everyone that an aspect of Greek life is charity,
that it is better to give than to receive, that it is not what your sorority can
do for you, but rather what you can do for your sorority, and so on.  She
announced that in lieu of that spirit, she would need four male volunteers from
the dates in attendance to join the Alpha Pi's. 

Clyde looked at Danny quizzically.  Danny looked back with a big smile, a thumbs
up, and mouthing the words "That's us!"

When the male guests learned what would happen next, more lined up than were
needed.  When Carol told them that she would only accept ones that were now or
would allow themselves to have their genitals be shaved, it pared down to five
and she had them draw cards to see which four would join Clyde and the others in
the first contest. 

A line was drawn tight across the end of the room from which a curtain of sheets
sewn together hung down.  Eight 3-4 inch holes were cut out around crotch level
for each of the eight male volunteers to push their cock and balls through.  As
they each took a place at the sheet, their excitement was evident in the semi to
full turgidity of their equipment.  Clyde had removed the banding and his balls
were churning in their sack at their new freedom and exposure to the air.  He
heard comments and jokes, but his individual embarrassment subsided as he
realized that with everybody shaved down there like he was, he probably wouldn't
be recognized from the line up.  His mind focused in on one conversation he was
overhearing through the sheet where a guy was complaining that he couldn't
participate without shaving.  His date explained that no Delta Pi puts her mouth
where she could get hair stuck in her teeth.

The girls were directed to a kneeling position selected by the drawing of a card
from a deck of playing cards.  For the first time, they were faced with the
potential need to part their legs for better balance, but each chose to start
off sitting on their heels.  They were instructed that the first to get the male
off in front of them, would get eight points, two extra if they swallowed the
spunk completely, the next, seven and so on.  They would have half a minute to
try and get him off.  Then Carol would signal that everyone would shift to the
right with the girl at the end in position eight getting up and starting again
in position one.

Time began and just a couple of girls seemed to know what to do.  The others
watched for a second, while using their hands on the cocks, looking for
techniques to imitate.  It seemed that the common denominator was a hand around
the base of the cock, mouth moving up and down the shaft, and fingers of the
other hand tickling or massaging the ball sac.  The girls tried to gauge the
man's response by the groans and the movements they detected.  Clyde found it
maddening.  Just as he got used to the mannerisms of the pledge working on him,
time would be up, and he'd have to figure out the sensuality potential from the
next felatrix.  The audience could see that a fairly self-confident brunette was
having the best luck bringing her subject closest to the brink each time she was
reassigned.  It got to the point that she was afraid she would leave the man too
close to coming when time was up, fearing the next pledge would get the spoils
of her efforts, so she delivered a surprise sudden squeeze to the balls each
time right before moving on.

The first three to finish were the striking oriental girl, the self-confident
brunette, and the light brown haired athletic one.  They were all surprised by
the spurting and didn't get the extra points.  The next three made it a point to
swallow the spunk to keep in the running.  The final two, the buxom blonde and
another blonde with curlier hair, seemed so discouraged that they didn't bother
to try. Again Carol had the task of convincing the blonde to hang in there for
the next contests since she had come so far.

For the next contest the girls were lined up in a row on hands and knees facing
the room of onlookers.  Their breasts hung down seductively to the bib top
creating an enticing down the front view.  They were relieved that few could see
their denuded rears sticking out to the back.  They listened intently, if not
apprehensively, to Stella reiterating the "more blessed to give" theme.  They
were told that they were to get somebody else off in the group of pledges and
not let themselves get off by someone else.  Five points would be given for
succeeding in getting another contestant off, and three points would be deducted
for giving into some else's ministrations. 

When the start was announced, they each in turn tried to put their hands on the
pussy of the person next to them.  Hands met hands on targets and the ones that
were in place first usually won out.  Since a line didn't work for everybody,
there was initial chaos and then a natural circle evolved, where each person had
one other pussy to concentrate on.  The onlookers filled in around and commented
on potentialities based on the techniques and the sensuality of the contestants
they observed.  The cute oriental girl was proving to be not only skilled at
giving pleasure, but very orgasmic herself as well.  She tried to evade her
stimulator a number of times by crawling away or dodging her rear away from the
insistent fingers of the desperate buxom blonde to avoid an early takeoff.  The
blonde, desperate to gain points and sensing her control over her chosen victim,
decided to cast all fate to the winds and clutched the front upper thighs of the
oriental girl and dove her face in for a desperate and effective tongue lashing.
This caused surprise and panic in the oriental and she in turn did the same to
her victim.  And so it went from one to the next, darting fingers gave way for a
face dive into the mark of the person before them until they became an
undulating ring of cunnilingus induced writhing.  As one rear would go down to
avoid a rambunctious tongue, a head would follow sending another rear upward.
There was an occasional scream of panic which was quickly muffled and followed
by an effort to be released from the crab-like clutches of the tormenter behind
her.  Guys and a girl in the crowd used the intense concentration of the
contestants to reach in and untie the aprons.  With no will left to resist,
aprons fell away from the swaying breasts and landed on the floor below them. 

The oriental girl was the first to succumb to the ministrations of the buxom
blonde.  She twisted away from the savage tongue and lay exhausted and defeated
on her back, her arms across her stomach below her fully exposed breasts.  The
blonde lay on her back smiling with pride, arms momentarily out to the sides,
her natural breasts resting in pools on her chest, fairly impervious to the hand
still trying desperately to find a way to create momentum between her legs.  The
dark haired owner of the hand trying to find its mark between the blonde's
squeezing legs went still as orgasm befell her, sending her flat on her stomach
spread-eagle on the floor.  Two more succumbed and the sweaty pile of
embarrassed female flesh started to retrieve what they thought were to be the
apron they started off with and held it in place across their fronts while they
endured appreciative applause from their audience.

The pledges calculated in their heads their accumulative scores while Stella
explained the third and final phase of the contest.  She explained that now that
they have demonstrated they can give, it was time for them to finally receive.
For those that stoically fought off orgasms, their imaginations of things to
come excited them.  For those that were unfortunate enough to be sent over the
top, they listened in dread.  Stella explained that the final phase would
consist of an island fertility ceremony with style points awarded to enable
those behind a chance to catch up.  They would come out in costume, dance what
they envisioned to be a fertility dance to island drumming music and would be
given points, eight to one, for presentation.  Then they would sit on fertility
objects and work their ways to climax.  Eight to one points would be awarded
again for believability and technical merit judged by a selected committee,
influenced by the audience's response.

Everyone gathered at one end of the room to make room for a dance area in front
of the sheet curtain.  In each of the places where the pledges once knelt to
give anonymous head to cocks through the sheets, were eight milk cartons on
which was mounted an ebony phallus of above average proportions.  The faces of
the girls had sickened looks from humiliation and embarrassment as they were led
to the dance area and glanced at their future mounts.  Their costumes were
micro-mini bikini tops consisting of small triangular chamois patches held in
place by leather laces to cover their nipples and a small chamois loin patch in
front and back falling just an inch or two below the level of their denuded
crotches.  The buxom blonde started off walking in with her hands covering her
ample bosom, but had renewed optimism from the last contest and soon dropped
them proudly to her sides.

"Jeez Danny, this is unbelievable."  Clyde exclaimed.

"I heard we were going to be in place of those dildos, but they wanted
standardization and didn't want any hitches in the contest."  Danny explained.

"I don't know if I'm happy or sad to hear that."  Clyde remarked.

"Yeah I know."  Danny said.  "Those were gonna be grass skirts too, but no one
volunteered to arrange for making them."

"Hunh."  Clyde muttered.  "what they got on now works for me."

The drumming background music started with a single drum at a dance clip.  The
contestants didn't know what to do to portray a fertility dance exactly, so for
the first few moments they all just danced like they were at a club.  Then the
buxom blonde broke out and started to dance like a belly dancer.  This sparked
the others to come up with something to differentiate them from the others.  A
couple of them started hula dancing banking on the island theme; another started
to do a vertical slither, arms above, like a snake; the brunette picked up on
the belly dancing; and the others danced like they were strippers.  The audience
started getting turned on and egged on the dancers to dance more lewdly.  The
drumming picked up in volume and tempo as more drums were added on the tape.  At
any given time, the girls would either be shimmying their tops, some with arms
at their sides and others outstretched, or shimmying their hips with knees bent
and varying distances apart. 

One thing on all of their minds was being ready to take the ebony intruder in
the next round.  When the light brown haired one tried to sneak a touch of her
pussy to make sure she was ready, the crowd whooped and cheered.  This started a
new phase of self touching, when the others decided they would not be out done.
There was cupping of breasts, pinching of nipples, and stroking of pussies.
There was flashing of crotches and all but one eventually pulled the micro
bikini tops down under her breasts.  As the scene evolved before them, the girls
in the audience relaxed their opposition to their boyfriends' attempts at
groping them.

With the drumming at a fever pitch, the girls were herded to the phalluses
behind them.  Four of them had an advantage because they were close to coming
earlier but resisted it and needed it bad.  The other four had an advantage
because they had already cum publicly and were less self-conscious about the
prospect.  In the heat of the music, the amorous audience, and the goal of
earning enough points to be admitted in such a cool sorority, they each
carefully squatted down on the hard rubber artificial penises.  It was an
initial ordeal for some and a welcomed relief for others.  Their bodies
glistened from perspiration, their breathing was pronounced, and the muscles in
their legs showed definition as they raised and lowered themselves off and on
the firm love poles.

Clyde and Danny stood with eyes wide and hands touching themselves
unconsciously.  Clyde's reverie was broken when an arm caught his and started to
draw him to follow her.  It was "Betty Rubble."  All Clyde could think was that
he had inadvertently offended her again.  When he lagged a bit to watch the
pledges, she scolded, "Com'on pick it up."  She ended up taking him to the
curtain behind the pledges and pulled him around back.

The girls were screaming and cumming one after another.  There was no disputing
that they were all turned on sufficiently to be giving themselves genuine
orgasms.  The audience was leaving two, three, and four at a time nearly to
totally naked.  There was barely a response to the announcement of the final
standings delivered to a nearly empty room.

Danny remarked,  "Man, this competitive method of picking members to the
sorority sure beats the hell out of the usual political one, don't you think? .
. . Clyde? . . . Clyde?"  He said looking around.