Previously....
Wren has joined a very special sorority: a community of happily promiscuous women funded by a secret gloryhole. Before she can call herself a proper slut, however, she has to attend pledge classes that involve very kinky homework! Also, there's her classmate Sebastian, who knows how χχχ sisters really have fun and claims that he's interested in Wren as a friend and not just to fuck her: you don't need to fake a friendship to sleep with the easiest girls on campus, he says. He seems awfully confident that she wouldn't be able to resist him anyway, just because he's handsome. Wren wants to put his theory to a test, but so does he.
Main characters
(for the new readers):
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Jolene
, a.k.a. Jo, a blondie with a talent for BJs who looks like "a French tourist freshly off the plane". Wren's roommie and fuckbuddy.
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Billie
, a spunky and slutty redhead. She's Wren's mentor/bad influence.
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Morgan
, a raven-haired charismatic older sister. She's into BDSM, with a focus on the D...
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Sebastian
, Wren's hot classmate, a model student whose inquisitive mind is almost too inquisitive...
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Kaya
, a pledge of Native American descent with a passion for fitness and defying authority. Wren's other fuckbuddy.
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Violet
, a bratty goth sister, the sorority's chief troublemaker. She's a submissive little and she's... Crazy. At least on the surface.
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Letitia
, a nerdy black girl with a fetish for watching girl-on-girl scenes, even though she's straight. Kaya's roommie.
In this installment:
Wren's libido has reached a new high, now that she and her friends have decided that life is more fun when you live it
constantly on the edge
. It also makes you braver: indeed, after learning how much she loves pussy, it's time for Wren to explore some ass...
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 realistic.
The χ χ χ sorority
8. Fucked-up games
"Ready?" asked Violet over my shoulder, with a wicked smile, as her hands spread lube on our pussies. Kaya and I were kneeling on a couple of yoga mats in front of each other, a little shifted so that only our right sides faced each other. We were naked, legs open, at the center of our common room and staring at each other scornfully when we nodded resolutely. "Aaaaand… Fuck!"
Our right hands jumped on the other's sex, at first mirroring their movements, massaging our labia and awakening our clits. To be honest, there wasn't much need: ever since I'd woken up, I'd thought about this moment with trepidation and I was already turned on.
"Boy, listen to your pussy, Wren, it's drenched," Kaya said, cupping her hand in a way that produced squelching sounds. How did the bastard do it? Every day she getting better at it. "Sopping wet, drooling for a cock…" Of course she knew how the wet sounds of sex turned me on!
"While yours drools for me, slut!" I replied before giving her pussy a light slap: she wasn't the only one who knew every goddamn trick to turn the other on!
"Boy, this game really has it all: strategy, physical skills, psychological warfare…" Violet mused, as she watched us and distractedly masturbated.
"Wren loves it! Why don't you film our matches? Then we could air them in the common room, you know, as sport events!" Kaya replied with a wicked grin as she played with my clit piercing. Was she out of her fucking mind!? Violet was crazy enough to do it!
"Great idea!" Violet indeed agreed. "Or even better, we could do this with a live audience, in the evening! And I become a bookmaker and let people place bets… Then I could rig the games, become rich and corrupted…"
"Oh, shit, what have we done?!" I moaned desperately.
It had all started with Jo, Kaya and me deciding to bring ourselves to the verge of climax every morning before class without cumming, a thing called edging. Since we often went for an early morning run, Kaya and I had thought it would be more fun to do it together. One fateful day, however, while we were furiously fingerbanging as we made out against a wall, Violet had spotted us (apparently she often had trouble sleeping). At first, we'd thought it would be harmless to let her watch: actually it was welcome, because having an audience turned us on. Big mistake.
"Why don't we turn this into a game?" she had proposed with a devilish grin. "Each of you can use one hand trying to make the other cum. The first one who can't take it anymore and backs off loses. And if the loser ends up cumming anyway, we could think of a huge penalty!"