Frathouse Fuckery Pt 02 Miranda

Initiation Night was here. Finally.

Miranda received a text from the Alpha Event Coordinator with instructions to wear her hottest dress and her best makeup. She obliged by donning a simple black v-neck bodycon dress. It had a lacy scalloped edge along the v-neckline that plunged deep between her ample breasts. It had a small slit from her knee to mid-thigh with the same lace lining it. It was borderline lingerie. She figured it fit what the missive from the Alphas asked for.

And her makeup was on point. She had watched hundreds of hours of makeup tutorials on YouTube in high school and spent thousands of hours practicing and perfecting the art alone in her bedroom. She pulled her long hair back and pinned it into a classy low bun with plenty of curls to frame her face. She placed the sexy red bottom high heel sandal pumps that she'd worn for Prom and a few other key events on her feet. Carefully, she tightened the little buckles of the straps across her slender ankles. They had an adorable peep toe that showed off her scarlet polish. She stood and assessed herself in the full-length mirror on the back of her dorm room door.

"You look like a movie star," Lexi said.

"Yeah? Red carpet worthy?" Miranda asked, turning to get a side view.

Lexi hopped off the top bunk they shared and reached to tuck in the tag on Miranda's dress, then slapped her ass. "Yeah. I'd definitely fuck you," she winked at Miranda in the mirror. Miranda blushed slightly.

"I can introduce you to one of the guys. Plenty of them are single. And looking," Miranda offered as she placed simple silver hoop earrings in her ears. Peter bought these for her when they graduated high school. She thought they added a nice touch. She looked at Lexi in the mirror and saw her wrinkle her nose. "Oh, c'mon, Lexi, you know you want to."

Again Lexi wrinkled her nose and shook her head. "Nah. Not my scene. Too stuffy for me. All the suits, the formality, the.. the bro'ness.... boooooooring," she mimed a yawn.

"Not boring at all," Miranda said, blushing as she remembered Pledge Night. She'd dreamed and fantasized about it for weeks. At mixers and other Greek events, she noticed Alpha brothers thoroughly checking her out. She wanted to play. "They're nice guys. You should go to the mixer with me on Tuesday."

"Yeah, sure," Lexi rolled her eyes.

"Yeah? You'll go? Wait... you're joking."

Lexi shrugged, "I said yeah, I'll go, didn't I?"

"Ooooo! Thank you!" Miranda turned and hugged Lexi in a super girly way. "You won't regret it."

Lexi hugged back awkwardly, obviously a bit put off by the sudden cheerlear-esque sisterhood going on here. "Yeah. I probably will. But I'll go. For you."

Miranda beamed. "Ok. I'll help you with an outfit later." Her phone buzzed. Peter texted - he was in the lobby waiting for her. "I gotta go. I'll be late." She grabbed the little velvet evening bag that matched her shoes and looked inside to take inventory: lip gloss, student id, $30 cash, tampon, hair elastic, mini toothbrush, phone charger, ballerina slippers for when her feet gave out, condoms. Check, check, and check. She snapped it shut. "Ok. I'm gone. I'll probably be late, so don't wait up, ok?" Miranda took one last look at herself in the mirror.

"Ok," Lexi said with a smile. "You look great. Now go. You're late," she ushered her friend to the door with another slap on her ass. "Have fun!"

If Lexi only knew. Miranda blushed again and scurried out the door.

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They were escorted into the grand front atrium of the frat house. All the Alphas were assembled; all dressed to the nines. The girlfriends were, too. Many wore dresses like Miranda's in various colors. But all dresses were super short and showed ample cleavage. So she'd read the room right. She was relieved. She thought maybe she'd gone too slutty, but no, she fit right in. Besides, this was for Peter, right? He liked her to show some skin. Mostly so he could touch her any time he wanted. And she loved his hands on her.

An ebony-skinned girl in a baby blue tube dress approached Miranda. "I'll take her from here, Pledge." She winked and laced her fingers with Miranda's, placing a hand on her shoulder to gently pull her away from Peter. Once they were away from the boys, Miranda's escort spoke again. "Name's Lauren."

"Miranda." She looked back over her shoulder.

Lauren chuckled. "Don't you worry about him. He'll be fine. It's Initiation Night. Now, let's get you set up." Lauren guided Miranda into an anteroom that was set apart from the main lobby by a pair of double doors. Inside was a collection of 6 other girls. All looked fabulous. Miranda recognized a couple of them. She'd seen them at Pledge Night. They were all Pledges' girls. Lauren squeezed Miranda's hand comfortingly, then let go to address the other girls.

Miranda heard the official ceremony begin in the other room with the sound of a gong and the Fraternity Pledge being chanted by the brothers. She was late!

"Alright, girls. Welcome to Initiation Night. This is the first of many, I'm sure. I'm Lauren. I'm President Nathan's girl. Here in a few minutes, you will be initiated, tho, one of you already has been," she slyly side-eyed Miranda. "A time honored tradition here at Pi Kappa Alpha is a bit unorthodox. See, your boys are becoming men tonight. Which means you are now Alpha property." She let that sink in for a moment. "That means you are no longer a one man girl. You are an Alpha woman. They can and will share and use you sexually in all ways you consent."

She looked at each girl in the eyes as she said this. "Your men are being told the same information out there. This is your chance to back out now. If this is a shock, or it does not feel OK to you, you can say no. -- But know if you do, you will not be welcome back in the Alpha house." Again, she let the information sink in. "So, if you do not consent, there's the door. I'll let you decide." And with that, Lauren left the room, leaving the double door cracked for any girl who wished to follow her.

There was a soft murmur between the girls as they looked at each other awkwardly. Would any of them leave? Would they all leave? Miranda's stomach tightened as she re-lived Pledge Night again. She was wet.

Dammit

. She clenched her thighs tightly.

"How was it?" one of the girls bravely asked Miranda.

"What?" Miranda snapped out of her fantasy.

"Y'know... Pledge Night. Was it that bad? Like... you're ok with multiple guys?"

Miranda shrugged. "I mean... I don't think it'll be all mass orgies and gang bangs. But yeah, no, it wasn't bad," she blushed, "I actually kinda enjoyed it."

"Yeah, I could tell," another girl giggled.

"You were so hot," another said. "Like... you just took them all. It was hot." The speaker blushed outrageously.

"Thanks? I guess. I mean, no. It's not bad." Miranda felt like she was suddenly a leader of these girls and she stood straighter. "I asked Peter to Pledge the Alphas because of the sharing policy. ...I think it's hot," she said convincingly.

"Yeah, me too," the first girl blushed hotly. "I've only ever been with Chris, but, Jesus, those cocks from Pledge Night? Yes, please."

All of the girls seemed to relax as they talked out their anxieties and found they shared the same kink in being shared. Not one of them left.

A few minutes later, Lauren re-entered. "You're all still here. Good. You consent to the Alpha sharing policy, then, yes?" All the girls nodded their affirmation.

"Now, Initiates, for your first act of service," another girl entered the room, placing seven round pillows on the floor in a line. "You will kneel and display for your Alphas. They will stake their claim." She watched each girl carefully to make sure they understood. "Your Initiate will watch every other Alpha have his turn, and then he will also cum on you. As your Alpha."

The girls looked at each other again, passing anxious glances.

"The rules are simple. You stay on your knees. You may make eye contact. You can even talk to them if it'll help. You are not allowed to touch your Alphas. They, in turn, will not touch you. You will not wipe or otherwise disturb any deposits until all Alphas who choose to mark you are finished. Only then are you worthy of your Alphas. Clear?"

The girls nodded again, less hastily this time. Lauren motioned them to kneel upon the cushions, and they did. She stood behind Miranda. Other girls filed in to stand behind the Initiates. "I'm here as moral support," Lauren whispered kindly. "It's rough, but you'll be fine. Just imagine those beautiful cocks pummeling you. That's what got me through on my Initiation Night."

The doors opened. Miranda felt completely vulnerable as she was on display on her knees before fifty hungry, horny men. Several already had their hands on their dicks.

Miranda held her breath as the first Alpha approached her, his pants open, his cock hard and ready. He moaned as he stroked himself into a frenzy. His eyes were dilated. Miranda struggled not to close her eyes. The eye contact seemed to give the Alpha what he needed, and he grunted. An explosive deposit of cum landed on Miranda's cheek, just below her left eye. She flinched with a gasp. Lauren caught her hand when she immediately reached to wipe it away. Gently, Lauren turned her face back toward the crowd.

So that was her purpose. Lauren was there to assure that Miranda followed all the rules. Miranda settled back on her heels. Her knees were already beginning to ache.

A second Alpha approached her and began to stroke himself. His cock surged quickly in his hand as he stared at her tits. "Can't wait for those to be in my mouth," he teased. Miranda smiled as best she could and held her head up proudly. Expecting it this time, she didn't flinch as the Alpha's cum shot between her breasts. She shuddered as the sticky fluid drizzled downward, but made no move to wipe it away.

A third, fourth, fifth deposit on her face. Her makeup was beginning to run. She felt sticky and gross.

A sixth deposit landed directly on her lips and she swallowed some of it when she opened her mouth. Lauren placed a hand gently to the back of Miranda's head, keeping her facing forward. The Alphas were approaching faster now. They were watching quite a show as the girls were getting smothered in cum.

The girl next to Miranda cried out when cum shot straight into her eye. Her escort was kind enough to wipe some of it away so the poor girl could see, but she was forced to stay knelt to wait for more. She was crying.

Miranda took a deep breath as a seventh deposit landed on her left breast. How many more? She looked around the room. Too many. She found Peter. He stood dejected to the side with the six other pledges. They all wore mixed expressions of arousal, sympathy, and shame. She locked eyes with Peter as she took number eight right between the eyes. It dripped over her nose and into her eye. She winced and clamped her eyes shut. Lauren wiped just enough away to let her open her eyes again. "Deep breaths, girl," she whispered, "you got this. Almost done." Miranda doubted that.

She was beginning to feel like a cum dumpster. Which she guessed was the point of this whole ritual. They were marking their territory. Relegating them to nothing but sex objects. Which again, was probably the point of the ritual. It also tested the gumption of each girl. Miranda lost count after nine. Her face and chest was smothered in sticky wet jizz. It was messing up her dress. She felt tears in her eyes. She felt disgusting.

Most of the girls were already crying. One begged for it to stop, which only seemed to increase the number in her line as her escort forced her to deal and take it by holding her by the hair. She took three deposits on her face within seconds of each other, and she sobbed.

At first this ritual was alluring and kind of hot. Now it was just degrading. Miranda shook with a mixture of shame and rage as another Alpha drenched her lips in cum. She looked up at him and licked her lips defiantly. She decided this was not going to defeat her. An angry tear streamed down her cheek. He smirked and winked.

The line seemed to dwindle down. All seven girls were thoroughly soaked in a sheet of semen. It was all over their faces, their breasts, and in their hair. Their makeup and dresses were ruined. The pretty dolls that showed up for the Initiation were now filthy with jizz.

Finally, Peter approached. His hand was in his pants. He was hard, but he stroked himself hesitantly. They met eyes and Miranda sat up proudly. Peter's eyes stared at her breasts and his rhythm sped up. Miranda spread her thighs slightly, forcing her skirt to slide up, revealing her skimpy black lace thong. Peter grinned wickedly. "You're so hot, all drenched in cum."

Am I?

Thought Miranda. She thought Peter was going to struggle with this.

Huh. You think you know a guy

. She smiled again alluringly and opened her mouth as if to invite him to aim for it.

No sooner had she opened her mouth, than Peter was grunting with effort as he reached his edge. His cock jerked once, twice, then hot cum shot from the tip onto Miranda's top lip and over her right cheek. A second jet hit near her eye. She blinked, but didn't flinch much, and opened her mouth again as he finished. His cum dripped over her lip and onto her tongue. She gave a sultry lick to her lips and blew a mimed kiss at him. Peter sauntered off to back slaps and jovial cheers from his brothers, folded instantaneously into the pack. She had done her duty. She got him into the house.

Once the ritual ended, the girls were escorted to a ritzy bathroom suite to shower and be pampered with facials and manis performed by the more veteran girls. There were mixed emotions amongst the newly Initiated. Anna was still crying. Others were in silent shock while still others couldn't not talk about it -- the whole experience: the cocks, the cum, and the roller coaster of feelings that went with it. Miranda didn't quite know if she was aroused, proud, angry, or shamed. A little of everything, she guessed. But she did it. She made it through, and Peter was an Alpha.

Chatter and gossip was shared in a female fashion around her. If this was the aftercare ritual, Miranda could get used to this, she thought as she sat back with cucumber slices on her eyes.

"So when does it start? The sharing thing, I mean," she asked Lauren.

"Oh. Immediately. Peter will start fielding requests tomorrow. He's probably already got a few. It's his job to approve or disapprove."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, we are shared. We're communal property. But he's your Alpha. He's in charge. He'll book your schedule and manage your appointments."

"Appointments?"

"With the other brothers. For service. Y'know... who you fuck, where you fuck, how you fuck. It's not really a free for all. It is. But it isn't. Well, except for Free Use Day."

"What's that?"

"Oh, girl. You're not ready for Free Use Day."

"Tell me."

"It's once a month where we're basically locked into the house for a day. We perform chores like dishes and laundry and stuff. And any brother can use us in any way he wants in any place in the house. So, like, if you're cleaning up the common room, a brother can bend you over and fuck you right there on the couch. Or order you to give him a blowjob. And you have to comply. All day. Last time I was fucked by I don't know how many. I couldn't walk for three days after," she giggled. "It can get real crazy."

Miranda took one of the cucumbers off to look at Lauren in shock. "Seriously? Like... use you like a fuck doll?"

"Yeah. Pretty much." She blushed hotly. "It's super hot."

"...I bet," said Miranda.

Crazy shit.

Miranda heard her phone buzz. Lauren handed it to her. Sure enough; Peter was fielding requests. On their shared calendar were three pending appointments. Two tomorrow for a Jake and a Tyler, and one the following day at 2 o'clock for a Paul. Each blocked out for an hour. "See?" Lauren said. "Already fielding requests. He'll want to discuss negotiations with you. The how's and what kinds. Be honest. And take care of yourself. That's the best advice I can give you. If something feels ishy, it's probably pushing a limit. That's OK. And you can say no." She looked up from her tedious work of applying black lacquer to Miranda's nails. "I know this is a lot. You ok?"

Surprisingly, Miranda was totally OK. "Yeah," she said, shocked with herself. The whole idea of being shared was hot as hell, and why she wanted Peter to join the Alphas in the first place. She didn't know there was actual order and rules that went with it. She felt safe.

Lauren smiled. "We're sex sluts, sure, but they really do take care of us. I only have six or seven who are my regulars. It's not like the whole house has free reign on my cunt whenever they want. Unless, of course, Nathan makes it such -- like on Free Use Day." She blushed hotly again and shook her head. "I mean, it's not that bad, right?"

Miranda was lost in the fantasy of Pledge Night again. She imagined that 10" inch bull in her ass, forcing out of her one of the most intense orgasms she'd ever had. "Huh? Oh. No. It's not that bad. I enjoyed Pledge Night."

Lauren laughed. "I'm sure you did. Harper is picky. He doesn't normally do community nights. He's more of a private guy. Kinda a lone wolf. He must like you."

"Harper?"

"Y'know.." Lauren blushed again. "The big one. The one who made you scream so loud. I was impressed you took all of him."

"Oh.." said Miranda, "I didn't see him. I just heard him. And.. felt him," she was scarlet red now. "Harper is his name?"

"Yeah, Harper. I've wanted his name on my calendar since I joined as a Freshman. Never have, tho."

Miranda never wanted anything more in the world.