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An older woman joins a sorority--just for the fun of it!
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Her legs were splayed wide open and locked to the headboard the same way her arms were. Over all she was a very tempting target, or two, depending on your proclivities. She was also a tad older than your average college student. She looked to be between 35 and 40 years of age and enjoying her reflection in the room length mirror.
It was supposed to be some hazing ritual that all fraternity and sorority applicants went through but it had turned into much more. Shakira, a lovely mocha skinned woman of well above average endowment, lay naked awaiting the next person to use her holes. She'd been blindfolded by the sorority and left in this precarious position. Omega Eta Pi sorority was not only rough on its applicants but had the reputation of being the local slut sorority, so why was Shakira doing this?
Simply put she heard of the sorority, she liked the idea of going back to school but most of all she liked the idea of being gangbanged and/or pulling a train. Shakira is, and always has been, a slut! Well, at least in her mind she was. Unfortunately, her moral fiber and family connections worked against her do so.
What Shakira did not plan for was the fact that not only men would be using her. She also did not plan for the fact that the guy who'd brought her here, whom she'd made slow, passionate love to before coming here, had planned for her to back out when she found out what the initiation was.
His name is Geoffrey Goddard. He was 6' 2" tall, had chestnut brown hair that cascaded down his back to a little past his shoulders, eyes that were limpid pools of hazel green like the color of the ocean off a tropical beach, had large muscular arms ending with massive hands and his muscular legs, large as they were, could not hide the sausage that hung halfway down his pants to his knees. It was this unique look that attracted Shakira and the slut in her practically hauled him into bed with a single word between them—her look of longing was enough for him.
Geoffrey was not nearly her age, he was a typical college student after all, but, whereas he may have been average in some departments, brains weren't one of them. His course of study was chemistry with an emphasis on pain reducing drugs and compounds. It was at least until he discovered the final solution. No, it wasn't a doomsday weapon. Rather the final solution is a liquid with unique properties.
The properties of the final solution, which chemical name has more syllables than a week has hours, include an ever increasing intense heat, which, when applied, slowly but surely increases for several hours—the length of which time is determined by the size of the dose applied. This magic solution also does not wash away; instead it is permanently absorbed into the blood stream after the heat dissipates. As the solution is absorbed into the bloodstream it is passed through all of the various organs, but it is when it hits the brain that its insidiousness becomes known as it short circuits all of the brains controls regarding inhibitions while simultaneously and permanently activating the genes that control submissiveness.
I suppose these properties would be more than enough to gain control of a person, but there is one final trait to the solution—it is only effective on people with large amounts of estrogen—in other words, it has no effect on men. The solution is the perfect solution to turn any woman into a totally submissive slut, thus its nickname "the slut touch."
The touch is every man's dream; it can turn a woman into a whore in mere moments and a very compliant one at that. Geoffrey had tested the touch on Shakira because of her immense beauty and because, although he could have any woman generally, she had spurned him. The fast acting effects of the small amount applied to his fingertips changed her rapidly indeed. From when he laid his hand gently on her shoulder to when his cock was enlarging in her hard sucking mouth was mere seconds.
Now she was here, totally available for use, having herself used as a whore/slut for any and everyone—and enjoying every moment of it. If she was a slut, or at least had the desire to be, before coming to college, Geoffrey's "touch" severely intensified it beyond all known levels. The restraints were not necessary, it just made it easier on her as she did not need to hold the headboard or her legs as she was fucked senseless.
And to think she would have screwed Geoffrey to death if he had been less of a slime ball (or maybe just less clumsy in his attempts at seduction), after all Shakira would fuck anything with a pulse and either a cock or a cunt. The songs "Superfreak" by Rick James or "Freak Like Me" by Adina Howard were perfect descriptions of the type of slut Shakira had always wanted to be.
Now entering Shakira's sweet, wet pussy was an Asian male about 19 years of age. He was about 5' 3" tall and was enjoying taking Shakira's pussy, especially as she was quite filled with the cum of numerous other men. Jai was bisexual and very much the male version of a cum slut, in fact he was addicted to it. As he thrust in and out of Shakira's cunt he stirred her pussy juices as well as the cum of the others that had been dumped there already. Then, after dumping his rather copious load in her, or at least on her as she was free flowing with a jism cocktail, he leaned in and began to drink the sweet yet salty mixed drink before him. His face spread in a large smile as he tasted the sweetness of his juices, the saltiness of the other men before him and he licked her deep. As his tongue reached towards her pleasure centers she exploded and covered him in a very thick coating of her juices and many men's sperm.
After Jai was done the next person in line walked over to Shakira, straddled her carefully and thrust a huge 11" cock down her slutty throat. He may have positioned himself gently over her, but he fucked her face with raw animal fervor. Henry, an unimposing mouse of a man, was indeed blessed in the sex department. He kept at it, fucking her and watching her take his horse cock deep inside her throat for the better part of an hour before he let loose and filled her mouth to overflowing. "Surely," she thought, "I must be sucking a firehose."
As Henry filled her to overflowing Jai went down to his knees to clean her skin and her pussy. Henry himself watched disbelievingly but still the sight made him hard again all that much faster. With Jai then straddling slut's face and licking her pussy Henry then inserted his suddenly hard for the second time cock and shoved it down deep into slut's pear shaped ass.
The simultaneous stimulation sent slutty Shakira over the edge. It was as she exploded, trying to scream in orgasm around Jai's rampant member, that she achieved something most can't—a female ejaculation that left her body with such force that, were it not for Henry and his magnificent tool being in the way, would have shot nearly 10 feet across the room. Even so, the scream she let out reverberated around Jai's cock and the vibrations caused him to let loose an immense load down her throat. Shakira swallowed as fast as she could to catch every drop—she didn't miss a one!
It was at this point the mirrored wall in the room revealed Shakira's audience and the video recording device aimed right at her.
"Well now Ms. Slut," said the sorority president, "if you'd like your secret life to never get out I suppose you will just have to join our sorority—as our bitch!!"
I love this and I aspire to be like shakira
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*** This story is a work of complete fiction and intended only for the erotic enjoyment of its author and readers. Any similarity with any actual persons or organizations, living or deceased, operational or not, is purely coincidental and unintentional. ***
If you've ever talked to a member or members of a fraternity or sorority, I'm sure you've heard some very interesting stories regarding their own initiation proceedings. But I'll bet you've never heard one quite like mine.
I was nearly a month into my first semester of college when I met Jaclyn Kendall. It was in the campus library one afternoon and we spotted each other across the room. Jaclyn stood nearly 5'10" with a stunning maim of fire red hair that draped like wild flames over her sexy shoulders, dazzling emerald green eyes, pert and bountiful 38D breasts, stunning alabaster skin that appeared to be softer than silk, a sinfully sexy and statuesque figure, full and luscious ruby lips and an ass that was so magnificent it was a crime that she had to sit down on it.
It was lust at first sight. She knew it, and I knew it; and less than four hours later, Jaclyn and I were wrestling each other through the doorway of my single dorm room, pawing with salacious desperation at each other's bodies and tearing each other's clothes off as our mouths ravaged one another. It was a warm and muggy September night and the AC in my room was on the fritz. Needless to say the sex was hot, sweaty and wildly animalistic. But is there really a better kind of sex?
Oh, I guess you've probably figured out by now that I'm a lesbian, and that, among other things, is why I was ever so happy to finally go away to college. Coming from a small community in the Deep South with devout Southern Baptist parents and a church on every corner, it isn't exactly what you'd call fertile ground for a young lesbian girl to flourish. But that's a whole other story.
Not only was Jaclyn Kendall the best lover I'd had to date, she was also a sister in the Omega Pie Kappa Sorority. Being twenty-one years old and a full three years my senior, she was also the first "older" woman I'd ever been with. Jaclyn took me to the Omega Pie Kappa Sorority House quite often throughout my first semester at the renowned state university and she acquainted me to all of her sorority sisters. The Omega Pie Kappa sisters are some of the most beautiful, glamorous, and elegantly alluring young women on Earth, and Jaclyn Kendall is the cream of the crop. It wasn't long before I began to feel very self-conscious. I was nowhere near the caliber that these girls were. Or at least, so I thought. I stand an even 5'6" and consider myself an average girl with all natural 34D breasts, a flat and firm tummy, slim waist, curvaceous hips, a taut but rather small butt, athletically toned and shapely legs and arms, and my skin is a year round shade of light Carmel. Combining all that with my long and wavy coal black hair that just barely brushes the tops of my shoulders, my shady blue eyes and my narrow face with its high cheeks, many people often think me to be a gypsy; which isn't far off base since my mother is half gypsy. Jaclyn simply calls me a very exotic beauty. And given how beautiful my Jaclyn is, who am I to argue?
It was a cool evening in early April when I and the twelve other pledges ready to begin our initiation into Omega Pie Kappa were blindfolded, loaded into the passenger van and driven away. My heart thundered wildly in my chest and I actually felt a tingling of fear deep in my belly. I had heard all the horror stories about fraternity and sorority hazing rituals, but I wasn't really worried; I trusted Jaclyn completely.
At last the van came to a stop, the door was opened and the thirteen pledges were hustled into the Omega Pie House. The only instructions we received were regardless of anything said or done to us, we were forbidden to speak or to make any kind of sound at all. Once inside the house, I was stripped completely naked. I sensed two pairs of female hands removing my clothing, and since I had come to know Jaclyn's touch so intimately, I knew that neither pair of hands belonged to her. I also sensed that the thirteen of us were no doubt surrounded by the Omega Pie sisters and they were inspecting us. And inspect us they did, for I soon felt the same two pairs of hands erotically caressing every nook and cranny of my body. My neck was suckled and nipped at, my breasts were cupped, fondled and massaged while my nipples were pinched and briefly sucked. My ass was spanked, my sphincter was fingered and my now aching and moist pussy was gently teased. I heard a few of my fellow pledges squeal and verbally protest at being touched so intimately, but for myself, I didn't mind at all.
The next thing I knew, my blindfold was removed and I found that we were standing in the center of the candlelit, cavernous front parlor room of the Omega Pie House. There was a fire roaring in the fireplace and we pledges were indeed surrounded by the sisters; they were all wearing flowing white gowns, had flowers in their hair and were each holding a large candle. I cautiously let my eyes scan about the room and found that I and my fellow pledges were lined up practically shoulder to shoulder and all the others had likewise been stripped naked. That's when I noticed that there were only seven pledges in the room. As my eyes continued to scan the room, they soon fell upon Jaclyn, and I couldn't help but smile. She looked so amazing in her white gown. Yet she did not return my smile. Instead, she slowly stepped forward with a rather menacing expression on her face.
"Pledges! We are the Omega Pies." She hissed in a deep, sexy voice. "And we welcome you. As you can see, where once you were thirteen, now you are only seven. You were instructed in the beginning not to speak, nor to make any sound at all. The seven of you listened and obeyed. An Omega Pie is the embodiment of all things feminine. She is living and breathing sexuality and sensuality. Her very being is centered on giving and receiving the most intimate and exquisite of humanly pleasures. And her body is the most finely tuned of sexual instruments; and with it you play your most exquisite passions. It is what you give and how you receive. And the seven of you received; the others did not. And let me be the first to say congratulations, for those of you that remain have completed the first rite of passage to becoming an Omega Pie."
Jaclyn paused and studied each of us carefully. I could literally feel her eyes caressing my flesh. It was really turning me on. Jaclyn slowly circled me, letting the tips of her fingers graze softly over me, gently caressing my skin.
"Beautiful. Very beautiful. So, you wish to become an Omega Pie?"
"Then I choose you. Alicia. I choose you to lead your fellows into their final rite of passage; you have already passed the first. Now here is the second."
Jaclyn pressed her body firmly up against me and slid her left arm around my waist; her gown was pure silk and feeling her powerful, buxom body through the silk was nothing short of an oasis for carnal desire. I could literally feel her life force and her divine sexuality seeping into me; as well as her bountiful breasts and her erect nipples peeping through the silk of her gown into the misting flesh of my bare back. She moved her luscious lips to within centimeters of my ear:
"Tomorrow, you will go alone into the town and you will seek out a ripe and mature woman. By mature I mean that she must be no less than forty-five and no more than fifty-five. By ripe I mean that she must be attractive, sexual and sensual; and you will seduce her. You will light a fire of burning passion within her and then you will bring her back to our home and lead her into the room that we will prepare for you. There must be no apprehension within her whatsoever; she will come to this house willingly and very wantonly to have sex with you. She must be burning for the want of you. And you will let her have you. And once you have brought her to orgasm, your fellow pledges will come forward and they too, each one in turn, will bring her to orgasm. As one is at her center, the others will savor every nook and cranny of her. And this woman; this blessed woman! A woman whose identity we do not yet know. A woman who at this moment does not know herself the wondrous rite that has been bestowed upon her; she will experience physical love as she never has before. She will know the intimate and exquisite pleasure that only an Omega Pie can give."
Jaclyn slid her right arm around my waist while her left hand slid slowly up the front of my body and cupped gently around my neck as she teased my ear with her tongue. I nearly came apart in her arms.
"Now, you will be returned to your room while your fellow pledges remain here with us."
At that moment, each of the other six pledges was surrounded by five of the sisters, re-blindfolded and led away.
"Don't worry, they will be safe. They will be kept blindfolded and naked. They will also experience sexual fulfillment as they never have before. The sisters will teach them what it means to be loved by an Omega Pie. You see, the Omega Pies do not humiliate others; we fulfill them. Even our pledges. As I am certain you already know."
Jaclyn ran her tongue slowly up my neck and suckled my earlobe as her hands caressed and massaged all over the front of my body while she gently grated her body against me. The feel of her silk gown against my skin was one of the most intensely erotic sensations I'd ever experienced. I was losing myself in insatiable lust.
"Your search for the chosen woman will begin at noon tomorrow, and you must bring her to us no later than midnight. And you must choose carefully. Remember that this woman holds the future of not only yourself, but your fellows in her hand; or rather, in her orgasm. And if you should fail in finding her, rest assured that your punishment will be severe."
My mind was swimming in desperate want and lust for Jaclyn as I felt her hand slide around me and her finger burrowed into the crack of my ass and buried the tip of her finger into my puckered rosebud. By now my heart was raging, my stomach was spasming and I could hardly breathe. Jaclyn took me by the chin and crushed her mouth to mine. As I reveled in the silk and heat of Jaclyn's delicious mouth, I was violently pulled out of our kiss and a black sack was pulled over my head, returning me to utter darkness.
I awoke in my bed in my dorm room to find that I was still naked and that my clothes had been neatly folded and laid out carefully over the back of my desk chair. There was sunlight filtering through the mini-blinds and glancing at the cloc
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