Synopsis
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Wren is convinced by a friend to take part in Rush Week for moral support. She is an adventurous anti-conformist, though, so she has no intention of ever joining a sorority. However, when someone hints that the χχχ sorority hides a dirty secret she decides to investigate...
Themes and disclaimer
This story is about promiscuity, exhibitionism, a really high sexual drive and the discovery of one's sexuality. It has no pretense of being completely realistic: there are no STDs, piercings heal quite fast and... Well, the titular sorority exists! At any rate, don't read too much into it: it's mostly for my (perverted) fun. Also I'm not American, so I might've misunderstood some minor aspects of how college works.
As usual in my works, there is a transformation involving some piercings and tattoos.
Finally, for those who like me don't know the Greek alphabet too well, "χ" is the letter chi, which was borrowed in ancient times by the Latin alphabet with a different pronunciation to become our x.
The χ χ χ sorority
1. Intro
Haze. It was just me and him now. A stranger approached me, surrounded by a red light, the door closing behind him, effectively separating us from the rest of the world, in the sound-proof bubble where I would prove myself to my sisters. I squirmed on the soft leather where I was kneeling completely naked, waiting for him. At that moment we were in very different positions, but somehow we were the same, feeling intensely alive. I couldn't believe I was actually doing it! Perhaps, if he was a freshman, this was a first for him too…
Impatiently, his hands begun fumbling with his belt while he was still walking. His cock immediately sprung out, pointing directly at me, at my face. A single drop of precum shimmered on its tip. A determined hunting dog drooling at the sight of its prey. With a gasp I opened my mouth and soon my full lips met it.
So it began, with a groan and a giggle. Just like I'd fantasized for weeks, fearing and longing for this moment at the same time, my mouth embraced his warm member, while the tip of my tongue shyly caressed the underside of his glans, as if to invite him further in. Such a cruel tease! He couldn't step forward, he couldn't grab my hair, he was at my mercy.
His hand suddenly slapped against the thick blurred glass that separated us, the solid haze that had turned him into a shadow from my perspective, almost a figment of my imagination. Except for his dick. That, that was real, solid and pulsating in my mouth. And now his hand, suddenly on focus on the surface of the glass, a testament of how much his body was getting out of his control, longing for me, trying to push his dick further into the gloryhole, in vain.
I realized that I must've been a shadow for him too, just the silhouette of a naked woman: I was for him what he was for me, a vague sexual fantasy. But not my mouth. That was real, warm, wet and so inviting. So I put my hand on his, to show that he wasn't the only one aching for more, that we may have been just a mouth and a cock, but we were animated by the same lustful desire.
So, I let my lips slid further down his shaft and made my tongue flat so as to accommodate his tip like a warm, cozy bed.
Could he feel them? Man, I'd been feeling them all the time, constantly instilling naughty thoughts in my mind, incessantly reminding me what I got them for.
Another groan. Oh yeah, he definitely noticed the three studs pierced through my tongue that had started dancing in my mouth just a week ago. If I didn't have an oral fixation before, I would develop it now!
Speaking of, as my head started to bob up and down, I began to drool over his member, showing him how much I craved it and lubricating it properly.
As I let him out of me in order to lick his full length, my hand slowly drifted towards my hardening nipples out of habit, but as soon as my fingers sensed the still kinda foreign little barbells that now adorned them, I remembered that I must not pinch them, not until the piercings healed. And there were four of them: two crossing each other obliquely to form an "X" in each nipple.
Moaning, I let his warm shaft caress my forehead as I reached with my tongue for his balls, even though the small padded hole in the glass didn't make it easy. Then I went back, grabbed his dick and used it to gently slap my face while I squeezed it. Yeah, he liked that. I sure did, feeling so dirty and depraved, with no consequences… Or at least I hoped. The thrill was part of the experience too. A tasty risk. After a slobbering kiss, I went back down and began to suck him with more conviction.
At first, I just focused on his glans, but then I decided to put my newly-acquired deepthroating skills to a test. He wasn't especially big, but not small either, so it took some effort to gobble him down. He appreciated, because soon the vibrator between my legs came to life, making me almost jump in surprise. A reward from my man, whose blurred hand was pressing the "tip" button outside.
Moaning and gasping, I sucked him harder, taking pauses only to massage him with my magic triple-pierced tongue, while I slowly humped the vibrating egg. That's when I did it, my leap in the darkness, when I abandoned myself to pleasure, knowing that this very vibrator would train me to love spending hours sucking dicks. And it felt amazing.
Perhaps I missed some human touch, because instinctively I began to stroke my own naked skin, tracing the shape of my perky breasts, following the line of my taut stomach, circling my navel, now decorated with four piercings forming the third metal "X" stitched to my body, and then sliding down, towards my freshly waxed, soaking wet pussy. My clit had a little gem too, but that wasn't a new addition. Anyhow, when my fingers reached it, I remembered that I wasn't supposed to touch myself, it wasn't part of the game, but maybe, since he was rewarding me anyway…
I was so entranced by my job, that I almost missed the familiar twitch in the stranger's shaft. Almost. As I jacked and sucked him harder, he gushed his semen on my awaiting tongue in a seemingly unending orgasm until, spent and soft again, he retracted the cock I had so thoroughly cleaned.
A 20 $ banknote was inserted in a slit on the wall and flitted about, landing on the mat. The first I earned all by myself! At that, with my heart pounding hard for the symbolic significance of the moment, I leaned forward, until my open mouth was framed by the hole and its insides were on full display. Now he saw it, his sperm, white and creamy, filling me, and the three little metal marbles gloriously emerging from the milky surface, my tongue piercings, each sporting a black Greek letter χ (chi).
Yeah, that's right, this blowjob was generously offered by the χ χ χ sorority.
Gulp. Aaaah!
And χ χ χ sisters always swallow.
2. How I met my sisters
Some people join sororities to find success and status. Some to find a place to belong. Others do it to follow some kind of family tradition. For me, it was none of these things. I wasn't even planning on joining a sorority in the first place, for that matter. In my case it was a desire for danger, for the unknown, for a radical change in my life, for the thing I was missing without even knowing.
It all started with my friend Emily, who convinced me to join her during rush week for moral support. Honestly, that seemed to me the best way for her
not
to get any bid (who wants someone so insecure that they need their friend holding their hands all the time?), but she even paid my quota for the rush, so I couldn't say no.
"So, what's this χ χ χ all about?" I asked her, browsing the events for the first day as I nibbled my pen as usual when I was bored. Their meet-and-greet event was late in the night, which was weird, considering that none of the other sororities organized anything that late so soon. Also, our rho chi (a counselor of sorts) had never mentioned it.
"I'm pretty sure its pronounced triple χ, and I'm not interested in that. There's a rumor that they are kind of sexual deviants and run, like, a gloryhole or something in the basement."
That was the first non-unbelievably-boring thing I'd heard all day.
"Seriously?! Come on!"
"I swear! I mean, their tuition is nothing compared to the other sororities, how else would they pay for, like, everything? There has to be something shady going on! I bet the low tuition is just a way to lure naive girls in."
"But this is all just a teensy bit illegal, how would they get away with it?"
"I don't know… Maybe the dean and other bigwigs are involved in the sex thing? Anyway, I know for sure that they aren't officially recognized by the Greek system. Again: shady much?"
I love mysteries. I'm pathologically curious, when not straight-up nosy, and hearing all that was just making me die to find out more. So, a thought formed in my mind: I was an outsider in this whole sorority thing and would always remain so, which in turn meant I had nothing to lose if I played along and investigated, right? So, unbeknownst to Emily, that night I visited their house.
On the outside it was smaller than the others, probably because they had just a few dozens members, and with a worse location (it even confined with a public bathroom). The building was surrounded by a tall hedge, which hid the ground-floor and the garden. Perfect for sex parties.
