Previously....
Wren has joined a very special sorority: a community of happily promiscuous women funded by a secret gloryhole. The sisterhood even provides special pledge classes to train and educate the sluts of the future. Wren has learned a lot about herself during her kinky homework with her roommie Jolene and fellow pledge Kaya: she has a passion for pussy and, apparently, ass! She's made friends in the outside too: her classmate Sebastian. He 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
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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
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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.
In this installment:
It's finally time for Wren and her friends to prove they are worthy of their sorority and ready to perform their duties...
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. Initiation ceremony
"Now relax, let it in… All the way in… Good form, Wren!" Morgan complimented me, as she slowly extracted a big long dildo with a graduate scale from deep within my throat.
I couldn't believe that, thanks to Morgan's techniques, I could now overcome my gag reflex and gulp a little more than 6 inches worth of cock! This time, however, I wasn't the first in my class. Jo, with her seemingly bottomless throat, reached easily 8 inches. She was better also in the other, lesser known, discipline of deepthroating: girth. Whereas some of us almost couldn't even bite some of the biggest dildos, she could slip them in her mouth after some little preparation. Kaya joked that it was because, like snakes, Jo must've been able to dislocate her own jaw, and frankly I was starting to believe it.
"Well girls, you have all succeeded, so this is it for our Pledge classes. Now that you can provide for your sisters, you can be initiated. Follow me!"
That caught us all by surprise.
"Like, now?" asked Leigh.
"You have anything better to do?" asked with a velvety tone and a smirk Morgan, cleaning the girl's face with her thumb from a rope of saliva hanging from her cheek (deepthroating training had been quite messy). She just shook her head and obediently followed her, as did we. A hand reached mine: Jo.
While we were in class, an unusual darkness and silence had seemingly invaded our otherwise sunny and raucous house. When we reached it, the common room was a black wall for our unaccustomed eyes.
"Guys, seriously, I'm about to shit myself," Sarah blurted. A single, almost inaudible sigh came as an anonymous answer to that. Then a second. Maybe. It was hard to tell, as faint as they were. Just when I was convincing myself that I was imagining it, more and more joined the chorus, a soft caress for our ears, while a feeble red light started to shine on the ground. The noise eerily grew with it, as if dozens of people were doing breathing exercises at the same time to power it. The redness engulfing us soon revealed them: every older sister was standing before us, wearing only a light satin robe with an ample hood on their head, which left only their mouth barely visible, open and sighing for us. There was something sensual about it.
Even though her face was partly hidden, we all recognized Ava front and center, the overly long sleeves of her robe flared to form wings, an arcane priestess waiting for us with her arms open, while two of her followers kneeling on platforms at her sides caressed her naked belly and licked her turgid pierced nipples from aside, their eyes provocatively fixed on ours.
"Pledges, welcome!" her voice echoed in the room, killing immediately the breathing chorus. As her hands gently stroked their hair, the two sisters worshiping her nipples stood back and rejoined the crowd. "And yet, pledges, goodbye! It is time for you to become sisters!"
Everyone clapped and suddenly the light became more intense. Even though the whole scene remained a blurred palette of red shades, it allowed us to appreciate the changes in the room, now devoid of all furniture. Wait! There was someone else besides our sisters! A short, skinny girl with a platinum buzzcut and "Feisty" tattooed above her left eyebrow was standing aside, closer to us. Who in the world was she? No outsider was ever allowed in our house! And yet she held a purple robe in her hands… Maybe an alumna? But then why was she still wearing her big T-shirt and baggy torn jeans?
"Morgan, it is time for the young to walk on their own legs. Join us!"
Morgan nonchalantly ditched her shorts and top in front of us, remaining naked, and grabbed the robe held by the mysterious visitor. That's when our answer came, because her very next action was to pull her by the metal ring hanging from the girl's leather collar and affectionately kiss her lips.
"Is she the girlfriend?" Kaya asked, breaking our silence for the first time. We'd heard that Morgan was actually a lesbian and even though half of the sorority had a crush on her, she'd been in a stable relationship with an outsider for two years. An open relationship, for the delight of the aforementioned half of the sorority.