I arrived at the front of Kappa Delta Thigh sorority with plenty of time to spare. These girls thought it was funny to switch the Pi to Thigh. The good girls didn't go to this sorority. They paid their way with real money. Me? My name's Hailey. I just wanted to see what all this fuss was about.
Three other girls soon joined me. The first was a redhead, bright orange hair, tall, thin but not athletic. The second was an Asian chick, short, soft, black hair and eyes. The last girl was a little on the heavier side. Could lose several pounds. Pretty in a homely sense. Darker hair, about the same skin tone.
I was easily the fittest of us. I had a sporty figure, dark brown hair, lighter-than-tan skin, and a nose piercing. This should be pretty easy, I told myself.
The door opened. "All right, girls, get in here." A clearly less-than-well-kept figure in blue tank top and short shorts ordered us in. She had a vocal fry, the kind that bitches have. And she was clearly head bitch.
We filed in. Ten, maybe thirteen, other girls were standing, sitting, or lounging in the crowded dorm room. One had a camera, one of those older camcorders, not a monstrosity, just a classic early 00's digital hand camera. This wasn't part of the deal. I immediately felt sick and grew tense.
"Line up," the head bitch said. I named her Brittany. She never told me otherwise. "You all know what you're here for," she didn't ask. "To get in to Kappa Delta Thigh, you've gotta prove it. And you know, we're not here for your grades, or your money, or any of that other shit. We all know what college's for."
The four of us glanced around at the other girls and each other as the silence hung in the air. Brittany finally answered:
"It's for fucking!!"
The girls whooped and hollered at this, clapping their hands in agreement.
"Now, what we're gonna do before Brother John gets here, is do a little taste test of each of y'all, kay? First off, take off all your clothes. All of 'em. Get 'em off, girls!"
Hesitantly, we obeyed. We hadn't bothered with bras, and a couple girls didn't even have panties on. To my chagrin, while my figure was obviously more impressive, my boobs were not. The other three girls had much larger milkers. "Let's get a look at those titties!!" Brittany declared. She reached out and grabbed them one by one, fondling them a little, like the weirdest medical inspection I could've imagined. She got to me. "Mmm, let's see what we've got here, shall we?" She slapped one of mine and laughed. "Nice, little perky things, aren't they?" she mocked. A couple bitches giggled at that.
"Awww. What's with the pouty face?" Brittany asked. I hadn't realized it, but I must've been scowling hard at them. They drank it all in, all my displeasure at their teasing. All that did was maintain my scowl further. This was not going well. I'd been right all along.
"Alright. Let's bring in Brother John!" The door opened and a completely nude stud of a man walked in. His body was in shape, if not completely fit, he obviously took care of it. His tan skin looked very sexy, his abs were perfect, and he had the right V-shape leading down to his groin. Right where at least 6 inches of dick swung around waiting to harden.
"Alright, alright. We got some hotties here today!" His eyes were masked, gave him a weird robber's appearance. We were on our knees and forced to look up at him.
"Initiates," Brittany said, "this is Brother John. He'll be fucking you tonight. I want you to show him a good time, alright? And the one he chooses to be the best fuck, gets to join the sisterhood. Okay?"
"Yes, sister," we half-heartedly responded.
John began with the redhead. Her face had freckles contrasting her fair complexion. She looked good sucking a dick. But evidently it wasn't doing anything for John. After thirty seconds he moved on.
Next up was the Asian. She had a tiny mouth, barely enough to get John's growing member inside of it. She recoiled at the size of the tan cock, and gagged at only two inches in. Brittany teased her mercilessly. "Aww, what's the matter, small fry? Can't handle a cock in your mouth? Is that bigger than you're used to?"
They had their fun mocking the poor girl for awhile. Soon enough, it was my turn. John pointed down out at me. "What about this one, huh? You think you can suck, girl?"
Brittany interjected: "She's been pouting at me all night. She's a hardcore bitch. Isn't that right, huh?" And before I could wrap my lips around his still mostly flaccid cock, Brittany grabbed my head and shoved it forward. I immediately choked on the first three inches, but kept my composure. I looked up at him, then at the girl holding the camera, and finally Brittany, all of them gleefully enjoying my submissive position with this stranger's genitals forced into my mouth.
I sucked. Sort of. With only mild enthusiasm, I bobbed my head forward and back. Again, it only took 30 seconds before John wasn't satisfied. "I dunno, Sister, she doesn't seem very interested."
"Yeah... What about this one? We've got one left."
The chubby girl sucked like a champ. Going to town on that dick like she loved it. She probably did. Inexperienced, by the looks of things, but she was passionate. Or desperate. Whatever. She could have it.
"Damn, girl! You suck like a pro!" John exclaimed.
"I think we found our winner, ladies!!" Brittany shouted, and the room exploded with cheers. Encouragement came in from the crowd: "Suck that dick, girl!" "Give it your all!" "Choke on it!" "Slurp it down!"
Well before he could climax, John pulled out, and Brittany leaned down to her. "Now. You've got one final test, you hear me? Fuck. That. Dick." Chubby nodded, and got down on her side. She raised a thick thigh and John positioned himself at her entrance. He aimed his penis and slowly pushed his way into her entrance. Chubby gasped, John moaned, and every one of the girls watching enthusiastically cheered.
Something else bothered me about this whole... situation. I didn't find any of this particularly empowering or feminist. I mean, here we were, a whole lot of women, able to have free sex whenever and however we wanted. No man holding us back. The ladies were in charge, honestly. There was no way John was going to abuse us at all. And yet, here we were... denigrating ourselves in front of complete strangers. Agreeing to submit ourselves to servicing some random guy's cock. And somehow, some way, the fact that the cheerers and jeerers were... other women? That left a worse taste in my mouth than the cock.
Brittany was behind John now, pushing on his buttocks as he plowed the chubby "winner." What was she achieving here? Humiliation? Was that supposed to be hot? A victory? Satisfying? It was degrading. It was to me, anyway. That, I realized, was the reason for my sour expression all night. I'd been curious how this would all play out. I was rewarded with confirmation that my instincts were in fact correct.
John's exhalations turned into groans, and chubby's moans grew louder and more elaborate. He pounded her pussy harder and faster. With a guttural climax, John pulled out and rubbed his cock. Semen shot onto the girl's boobs and belly. The cacophony that erupted from the onlookers was only drowned out by my disappointment.
The camera went off. Brittany addressed us, signature bitchy grin on her face: "Get the fuck out."
I took my time walking the halls back to my dorm. I was pretty close to where this all went down, so I took a very long scenic route. It was the middle of the night now, closer to morning by a hair. I wasn't slow in my walk either. I just felt the need to let out all my frustration on the ground under me.
