Jens Sorority Ch 01

My date with Brian gave me hope that some guys could please me, that sex wasn't always just about the guy's pleasure. Though it made the high school guys look even worse in comparison. I could hardly wait to get to college.

The time finally came. I packed up and moved in to my college dorm, ready for this new adventure. And I was planning on making it a very big adventure. I had two main priorities: do well with my studies, for I was a serious student; and get into my chosen sorority. This sorority was well known to go after the prettiest and sexiest girls on campus, and I wanted to be one of them. It was also rumored that they were very promiscuous. Okay, sluts was the word. That may have been true of some of them, but I didn't think it was true of them all. But if they got more than their share of sex, it sounded like a good fit for me.

Since my brother was starting his Junior year at the same school, he had told me a lot about it. He had also warned me about that sorority. He didn't want his little sister involved with the things he had heard about them, and he even had a little first hand experience with them. He had definite misgivings about me getting a bad reputation by just being a member of that sorority, but since that was what I wanted he gave in and even introduced me to a couple of the sisters early on. When the time came to pledge at least a few of the girls already knew me.

I felt like I was among the 'beautiful people' when I went to their first open house. Everyone looked lovely, and acted the same. The food and the drink were excellent, too. Yes, I certainly wanted to belong here. First class all the way. I was so excited when the time came and I was invited to pledge.

Our first order as pledges was - no panties. We were required to wear skirts or dresses, with no panties, pantyhose, or other coverings. The first couple of days it was too strange to explain. I had never gone commando before so I was very self-conscious. It also turned me on a lot being bare like that, especially when guys knew and made an effort to help themselves to a peek. Actually, the first two mornings were the worst. By the afternoons I had gotten somewhat accustomed to the feeling. And to being careful.

Toward the end of the week a sorority sister came to my room. I knew her, of course, but she introduced herself anyway, and said she would serve as my Big Sister during my pledge period. Her name was Nicole and she was a Senior.

"I will try to look out for you, help you in any way that I can, and answer any questions that may come up," she explained. "You can confide in me if there are problems or you screw up, and I will try to help. No guarantees, but I will try. And we can try to solve any problems before the other sisters need to know."

It sounded good. I listened and was very agreeable.

"A lot of pledging has to do with sex," she said, looking carefully at me. "This isn't because it's the most important part, but it is something society - and some of the girls - might have hang-ups about. We need to overcome those hang-ups. Make you feel more comfortable in awkward situations."

I smiled at her. "Like the no panties rule."

"Yes," she smiled back. "But a lot more than that. A lot worse. Or better, if you like it!" She had a big grin when she said that. "Are you shy about your body? Having other people see it? Prudish about sex?"

There were a couple more questions but my mind was beginning to spin. "Where was this all going?" I asked myself. And at the same time thoughts flashed through my mind of times I tried to tease boys - even my brother - to make them notice my body, get them excited. I never felt shy about it, usually wishing afterwards I had gone even further.

"No, not any more than most people," I answered her questions, then thought I sounded like I was blowing her off. More detail was perhaps needed. "I never thought of myself as shy. I've enjoyed guys chasing after me, wanting my body. I'm not saying I don't have any hang-ups, but I think I'm pretty well 'out there'.

Nicole looked at me, appraising me. "How has this week gone without wearing panties?"

I looked her in the eyes, contemplating my answer. "You said I can confide in you? I can say or think or do wrong things and it won't hurt my chances?"

"Absolutely," she answered. "We encourage it. It helps you get to know exactly how you will fit in."

"Okay," I began. "To be honest, I think it is hot. I mean, I wasn't used to it, but walking around bare-assed in front of everyone is quite a turn-on."

"That's how most of us feel", Nicole laughed. "And you worried about being honest? That wasn't even close to being edgy.

"Now," she continued, "Do you remember what we explained to all of you about the pledging process? About nudity, getting hurt, all of that sort of thing?"

Yes, I remembered. They made it pretty clear that there would be some nudity, some physical discomfort, pushing us to do things we probably hadn't done before. But they assured us that noone would get hurt. No injuries, etc. If there was any pain, it would be temporary. It seemed like it should sound comforting but it was actually a little scary, and my expression showed that as I answered her.

She laughed at me. "Hearing about it would sound worse than it is. At least after it's over you'll probably feel that way."

She paused, a noticeable silence falling over the room. "Well, okay, let's try it out and see how you do. Masturbate for me."

I stared at her. In shock. I must have heard her wrong. What the hell?

She repeated herself. "Jen, lift up your skirt and masturbate for me. Here. Now."

She sounded more authoritarian than like that comforting Big Sister. I had no idea what to do until my mind finally shouted at my hand to move. I lifted the edge of my skirt, pulling it upwards. Slowly, waiting for her to say that I hadn't heard right, or that she had just been joking. But that didn't happen. My hand reached my waist, but of course my pussy was still covered so I had to grab more material and pull it up higher, finally exposing my private parts to this near-stranger.

She was watching closely as I seemed to freeze again, so she said, "Good, Jen. Now spread your legs - go on, spread them - and masturbate just like you would if I wasn't here."

"But you are here!" I yelled silently to myself, even as I felt my legs part. Nicole smiled as she saw this, and my hand slowly moved between them and felt my slit. I moved my fingers along my pussy lips and thought, "She can't see if I keep my hand covering it up." But I knew that wouldn't work for long.

I played with myself until I felt moisture forming there. I was happy at that, at least my pussy was reacting normally. I kept my eyes focused intensely on Nicole, who was watching my hand and pussy, glancing occasionally at my face and smiling encouragement. I don't think I smiled back.

I was relieved when I felt the first tingle in my pussy. It felt nice, but mostly I thought that I might get through this after all. Now wet, I slipped a finger into my hole. Oh, yes, that's nice.

I finger fucked myself for a while, beginning to lose focus on Nicole and paying more attention to myself. Eventually I withdrew my finger and moved it up to my clit. I moaned out loud as I touched my nub. Tingles were shooting more rapidly now. I moved my other hand to my crotch, sticking a new finger into my hole while I began to rub my clit faster. Time seemed to stand still as I forgot totally about having an audience and thought only of the electricity shooting from my crotch. Shoving my finger hard as far into my vagina as I could while furiously rubbing my clit, I began moaning continuously. Finally I yelled out as a huge orgasm overtook me. I fingered and rubbed for a while more. the orgasm being stronger and lasting longer than most of them I had in the past.

As I started to come down from my climax I suddenly realized Nicole was still there, still watching me. I tried to control myself and regain some modesty.

"That was great, Jen," she said softly. "Don't get shy now. That was a good lesson in exhibitionism, if you will. We want you to feel comfortable in all kinds of situations. You did fine."

"Comfortable?" I asked. Was that something I needed, to feel comfortable masturbating for strangers?

"Yes, you looked like you forgot all about me being here there at the end."

My expression showed she was right, even though I could not speak any more.

"Okay," she said. "Get cleaned up, and we will see you at the House on Saturday."

We hugged for a moment and she was gone. I started to get cleaned up, but instead found that I was still turned on. Perhaps moreso, thinking of what had just happened. I ended up masturbating again before getting cleaned up.

*****

The next day the first thing said - whispered actually - when I met another pledge was, "Did your Big Sister visit you?"

And the answer was whispered, "Yes! Did you masturbate?"

Then usually together, with great big eyes, "Oh, my God! Right in front of her!"

Then both would giggle. It seemed everyone had gotten through the ordeal and now seemed to think it exciting. Hmmm, about what Nicole had told me, wasn't it?

When Saturday came we gathered at the House, wondering what could follow an act like that. Actually there were two girls who should have been there but didn't show up. No one said why, but we thought perhaps they could not handle the masturbation part. But now perhaps the worst was over. We had gotten through the most humiliating part. Right? No, that was not the case.

When the Pledge Mistress gathered us together we found out the masturbation scene was only the beginning. The first thing she asked was if any of us were virgins. I don't know what a virgin would be doing trying to join this Sorority, but now was the time to say it if we were. No one said a word.

"Okay," she continued. "Go into that room," she announced, "and undress. Everything. Nude. Then come out and go down the stairs to the Club Room."

Shock again. Naked? Walking naked in front of the other pledges as well as whatever Sisters were around? But if I could masturbate in front of Nicole, I thought I could parade around in front of all of these girls, if that's what they wanted.

We went into the room and stripped, trying not to look at each other, nobody saying a word. When done we hesitated, then looked around to see that everyone was ready and headed out. I was second. We left the room to a crowd of girls laughing and applauding our nakedness as we passed them. It seemed like every Sorority member was there. Were they cheering or jeering? I wasn't sure. I tried not to think too much, just get to those stairs!

The Club Room was downstairs in the basement. It was a private room, for members only. The main room was where visitors were greeted, parties were held, etc. A girl might take her guy upstairs to her room, but noone came down to the Club Room except sisters. And pledges, of course. Not that there were secrets, it was just private.

As we entered we were lined up in a single file. The first six of us went to the right, the other six to the left. There was a partition between the two sections, dividing the room but not quite making it two rooms.

Our Big Sisters met us there. They walked up and down the line, inspecting our naked bodies. They seemed to be enjoying this, but we weren't. The Pledge Mistress stood in between the two groups, able to see everyone. When we done being ogled, she told us to turn around. There were two sofas in front of us, each big enough for three of us to fit on. I assume the other section was the same.

"All right girls, step forward and kneel on the cushions. Hands on the back of the sofa," the Pledge Mistress told us. We followed orders, and we were cheek to cheek with each other. Especially the ones in the middle of the sofa, like I was.

The sofas sat in the middle of the room, with the Big Sisters walking in front and behind us. We kneeled there as they freely felt our skin. Backs and faces were stroked at first. Arms. Soon legs and asses. They began playing with our breasts, as our emotions ran from fright to excitement. What would happen next? We soon found out.

The Pledge Mistress ordered. "When your Big Sister tells you, lean down with your head on the back of the sofa."

Our breasts were felt up some more before we were told to lean forward. We did that, with a couple adjustments. It felt good to hide my face. but my ass was sticking out further. I felt a hand on my ass cheek, but unlike before, this time it moved toward my crack. It left my ass alone and moved onto my thigh, then onto my pussy. I managed to not make a sound, though I heard a few gasps from others.

"Spread your legs," someone said, and I think we all did. Our legs were spread as far as we could do it, now leg to leg with the girls next to us.

I felt something cold now between my legs. It was not a hand, it was made of rubber or something. I couldn't tell what it was at first, but it felt almost good as it rubbed my labia, even reaching as far as my clit. I had just decided that it must be some kind of dildo when I heard gasps from a couple of girls, and one actually yelled out. This was just before I felt the tip of that dildo find my hole and push its way in.

"Uh!" I grunted. i couldn't help it. I had gotten a little moist down there, but I was not yet wet, and it hurt when it penetrated my hole. It was just inside me an inch or two, moving back and forth a little, and Nicole (I decided) twirled it a bit. I was frightened more than anything else, but in spite of it I was now becoming wet.

The Pledge MIstress's voice again. "If anyone lied about her virginity, we are about to make you truthful!"

Before I could comprehend exactly what that meant, I felt the dildo push swiftly up into me. I moaned, as did most everyone else, at the intrusion. It must have gone most of the way in. At least according to how my pussy measured dicks, it was nearly in as far as any had been. Fortunately it was not as thick as a normal dick (or my idea of a normal dick) so the pain was not bad. There was some pain, though. Not wet enough? Surprise? The speed at which that rubber phallus was plunged into me? At any rate, the pain soon subsided as Nicole moved it in and out, fucking me with her artificial cock.

I was beginning to enjoy it. Again, I nearly forgot about being cheek to cheek with the other girls. I was entering a world where little existed beyond my pussy. The pleasure that was building up there took nearly all of my attention as Nicole was thrusting the dildo in and out with increasing force, then twisting it around for good measure. I became wetter and the pleasure increased. I couldn't help but let moans escape me now, and my hips began bucking back towards Nicole and her pretend cock. As I did this, she started thrusting harder, shoving it harder and harder into my pussy, the pressure building, my juices dripping, until finally I screamed out with release.

My orgasm kept going while two other girls began theirs. At least one girl had beaten me to an orgasm, and by the time I finished mine completely the others had reached their climaxes. All but one. I knew because several voices began quietly encouraging one girl.

"Come on, Chelsi," a voice said.

"You can do it."

"Cum for us."

Chelsi was groaning, "Uh, uh, uh," with each thrust, sounding like she was really working at it, trying to get that elusive release, until finally, with a screaming "AHHH!" she collapsed from exertion and nearly fell off the sofa.

A minute later, as we were trying to hide our embarrassment and waiting for what new degradation we would be put through, we heard the Pledge Mistress speak again.

"Thank you, ladies. You did well. I hope it was as good for you as it was for us. In the room with your clothes you will find towels which you can use to clean up, then join us us for drinks in the main room."

At the time that seemed like the biggest shock of all. After the humiliation I had just gone through of being fucked by my Big Sister alongside these other girls, now I was to go into a room and socialize with them and others, all knowing what had just happened to me? I couldn't imagine it.

We were led single file again, this time up the stairs, and again past a large group of Sisters howling and applauding. Our naked, sweaty bodies, disheveled hair, pussies leaking down our legs, all in a row as we finally found refuge in the smaller room, just the 12 of us.

"Oh, my God," was the main conversation for the first few minutes. Then a little more, such as, "Can you believe that?" and "I never could have imagined."

Eventually, though, comments turned more positive. "That was amazing," Incredible," and even, "I was so turned on." Again, a humiliating experience seemed to quickly turn into a sexy adventure.

It was still hard to walk out that door into a crowd of near strangers who knew the depravity that you had just committed. Or actually, been committed on us. Either way, it was humiliating. That soon passed, though, as several congratulations were made and then all seemed to be forgotten as we drank, laughed, and partied into the night.