"Yep!"
"Ok, now your hard limits…"
"I have none," Violet defiantly declared, earning Kaya's admiration.
"Apart from the obvious basic ones," Ava corrected her. "What about your little? I'm assuming nothing more than light bondage, no fetish things… What about anal?"
Kaya looked at Violet's "encouraging" smile – she kinda looked deranged as usual to me – and then replied: "I'll do it!"
"Same for this one," Billie interjected, pointing at me. My experience with anal by then was still limited: even though I'd done it a lot of times with my sisters and their strap-ons, I'd dared try it with men just a couple of times and always after making sure they weren't too big. There was now way of knowing who would win me at the auction! So, I was about to object, when I saw Ava's gaze: was she to sense any clue of Billie pushing me, she would've signed me off altogether. So I just shrugged and added "Hey, go big or go home!"
"What about you, you feel up to it?" asked Molly sweetly, holding Jo's hand. Why was Jo's big so much nicer than mine? At any rate her answer came only after looking at me and Kaya again: "Yes."
"Alright. We're good. You'll receive instructions the day of the party," said Ava and we took our leave. There had been a sense of finality in that scene: there was no going back now!
"You're a dick, you know that?" I hissed Billie as we walked the corridor together.
"Come on, Wren, you know you need a little push out of the nest!" she replied with her trademark shit-eating grin, taking my hand. "Have I ever misguided you?"
"No…" I conceded.
"Or gotten you in any trouble?"
I stopped and stared at her: "Yeah, all the time!"
"Oh yeah," she replied smugly, dragging me into her room: she did owe me an orgasm, after all.
After the initiation, being a 3χ sister had been exactly as advertised. Following Billie and sometimes Molly – when she wasn't otherwise engaged with her boyfriend or her girlfriend – my sisters and I had started attending the best and wildest parties on campus: 3χ sisters were invited to
all
of them, no matter how exclusive. It was then that I truly experienced for the first time the power we had. Whenever we entered a place full of people, I had the weirdest sensation of being… Acknowledged, that's the best word to describe it. Everyone would look at us, each in a different way, but there was a sense recognition for our status and role in the ecosystem of our college. Even though there were many disdainful gazes, especially from the female crowd, nobody dared disrespect us. Albeit many men flirted with us, they did it mostly in surprisingly good taste and moderation, and when someone overstepped, an older student would come and make them behave. Or Kaya. Her attitude threw a lot of idiots off their game. She could be kinda scary, but of course mostly everyone feared that we closed the gloryhole in retaliation for any harassment.
"I kinda feel like the godfather in the scene at the market," Letitia mused at our first party.
It was a good metaphor: every guy was trying their best to make sure we were comfortable, that we were having fun, and we would stay. Of course none of this was out of the goodness of their hearts. We were not only the hottest and easiest girls on campus, but also the most skilled at sex, thanks to our internal classes, and the most adventurous: we all did anal, for example. Who wouldn't want such guests at their party? They all hoped to be the lucky ones who would get to sleep with one of us at the end of the night. However, this was true for the men outside college too, and they weren't as nice. The difference was that here I wasn't just a slut, I was a χχχ slut. This changed their perspective entirely: whereas outside they would try to
trick me
into having sex with them, as if they could steal something and get away with it, here they were after
the honor
of getting picked by me. For once being hot made me feel powerful and not in danger. So, to answer the silent question "how could you join such a sorority?" from the girls surrounding me: best choice I've ever made!
Anyhow, even though we were the "easy" girls, it was kinda hard to get us: there were a lot of men lining up to enter in our good graces, and so we could afford to be very picky. We didn't take advantage of that by toying with them or making them compete, though: that wasn't the 3χ way as Billie had sternly warned us. We would just have fun at the party and then, when we felt like it, pick the hottest, sexiest hunks, take their hands and make their – and most importantly our – day.
"Are you appreciating the irony? We are objectifying men!" Jo wondered quite amused, after Piper's recount of her escapade with a football player. "It
is
like in a market. We scout the whereabouts, examine the goods, perhaps testing them a little, and we pick the one we want, consume it and then repeat."
"Or the one
s
we want," corrected her a smug Kaya, who'd convinced a couple of friends to try the "devil's three-way".
"It's kinda sad when you put it that way," I agreed, only to add "If it weren't awesome!", which deserved a high five from Kaya.
But I did agree with her. Honestly, I hadn't truly met anyone at those parties. Men were objectifying us and we them. No human connection, really.
"We just need to learn how to use our power, is all," Jo mused encouragingly in our room later, while she combed my hair.
On my part, I found a partial solution by inviting Sebastian. It turned out that he didn't really need me to boost his social life: he was impressively well inserted in our community. He knew people wherever we went, from frat boys to model students, to the point that it felt kind of an honor that he spent so much time with me. In general, he embodied the kind of guy who somehow manages to know and be in good terms with anybody. Still, I had promised him that I would be his wingwoman, because of our bet that I'd never fuck him myself. My attempts at that, however, were, to quote him, "reaching new heights in the art of unwitting cockblocking". It wasn't that I was "so bad, it's hilarious" – his words again: female students weren't very fond of 3χs and, by extension, of guys who were close to them.
"You know, I've never been in such a drought, thanks to you. I used to be really good at this, you know? But my charm, my looks… They are powerless against your bad mojo," he complained once during class. "Don't you feel kinda guilty?"
"Ah, this must be the charming and cunning seducer! So, your brilliant strategy to get me to sleep with you is pity?" I laughed, even though I did feel sorry for him. Perhaps I could introduce him to one of my sisters?
"Oh well, I had to try," he shrugged it off with a smirk, which brought me back to sanity: no pity for him, ever!
Anyway, just when I thought that my sex life couldn't be wilder, Billie had to up the ante with the Halloween party auction!
"I can't believe you guys are actually auctioning yourselves!" Letitia was saying the next day, in her room, as Jo, sitting behind her, massaged her jaw after her shift at the gloryhole, cradling her head on her chest. Even though it'd been almost a month since our initiation, some of us still struggled with muscle cramps after sucking dick for almost an hour straight twice a week. I wasn't, thanks to the exercises Billie had taught me to develop my "slut muscles". Which was good, considering that Jo and my big had convinced me to do shifts lasting a full hour instead of the usual 45 minutes.
"I can't either!" Jo jokingly complained, making Kaya chuckle between her roommie's legs, as she played with her three tongue studs, trying to stick them all under Letitia's big clitoral hood. The girl's sexual preferences were still an open question since the first night she'd slept with her roommie. Now they would have sex from time to time, but only after getting Letitia very aroused, a task for which Kaya usually recruited me and Jo. A gloryhole shift was the perfect occasion for that.
"Are you
really
sure you're up for it?" I asked her, a little worried, as I ever so delicately caressed Letitia's turgid nipples – they were still healing from getting pierced twice, but that didn't stop us from playing with them.
"Ok, the rational and straight-laced part of me keeps screaming that it's madness, but… It turns me on! In general the idea of 'servicing men' has a strange allure on me. I've basically read all the 'free-use' fantasy stories on Literotica," she admitted, blushing in a very endearing way. "That's why, by the end of high school, I used to give head in the bathrooms to basically anyone who'd ask."
"I like the dangerous side of it," Kaya intervened, taking a brief pause from her teasing.
"Don't worry… Aaaah…. I'll be your guardian, I've already talked to Ava," Letitia reassured her, pushing her head against her sex again.
