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Sorority Initiation #1
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Halfway thru my freshman year in college, I was invited to join a
sorority. One of my best new friends was a sister and had nominated me.
I accepted and was told to report to the sorority house promptly at noon
on Friday. I arrived a few little early and was told to wait in the
hall. While I waited several girls came down the stairs and some
whispered and giggled to each other as they passed me. Finally my
friend came down. She told me that during the initiation I was to do
exactly as I was told, and that if I hesitated I would be punished by
the sisters and if I refused I would not be allowed to join them. She
gave me a big hug and led me into the living room. It was an emense
room with lots of couches and overstuffed chairs in a horseshoe around a
big stone fireplace. Barbara led me to the center to stand in front of
the entire sorority. The President started to speak to the sisters.
She told them that I was the last of this year's pledges, that Mistress
Barbara had nominated me, She asked if there were any objections so far.
No one objected. She turned to me. She told me that until I had
completed the initiation I was not to speak unless told to, to address
the sisters as Mistress and to do everything I was told to do or suffer
the punishment. She asked if I accepted these rules. I said yes. All
the girls giggled. She said she didn't hear me right. I said "Yes,
Mistress President". One of the sisters took out a file folder, another
a Polaroid camera. She took a picture of me and gave it to the sister
with the folder. Mistress President told me that they need to know
everything about me. She told me to tell them all about my sexual
adventures, to start with my first kiss, to my first bare tit, my first
feel of cock, etc. I started to tell them about Jimmy, my first
boyfriend. I described our first kiss, our first makeout session, and
the first time I let him slip his hand under my sweater and into my bra.
One of the sisters spoke up. She told me to take off my blouse. I
looked to Barbara. She nodded yes. I unbuttoned my blouse and eased it
off my shoulders. Mistress President said I could put it on a little
table next to the fireplace. I put it down and went back to the center.
Mistress Barbara told me to resume my personal history with my first tit
sucking. I proceeded to tell them about Jimmy sucking my bare titties
outside a party. The sister with the folder, Mistress Janet, asked me
what size bra I wore. I told her 32A and continued about my next real
boyfriend Tom. Tom was the first to get his hands into my pants to
finger my slit. Mistress Janet asked me if I had been fingering myself
before that episode. I told her I had never fondled myself. I
continued to describe my first view of Tom's erect cock. A sister from
the back yelled out for me to take off my jeans. Again I looked to my
friend, she nodded yes, I went to the table, opened my jeans, slipped
them down below my knees. I kicked off my shoes, stepped out of my
jeans, and laid them on top of my blouse.
Mistress President told me to stand with my legs apart, my hands clasped
behind my neck, elbows out to the sides. When I was in position, she
told me to describe my first taste of cock. As I described Tom's hard
sexy cock, my first attempt at sucking and my first taste of cum, I
could feel my cunt juicing up, getting very wet. As I described Bob and
his taste for pussy, Mistress Karen came over to me. She told me to
keep talking. She lifted my left shoulder strap and cut it with a pair
of scissors. Then she cut the right strap. All the sisters were
giggling at my predicament. As I described how Bob's long tongue had
licked me to creamy satisfaction, Mistress Karen pulled the bra from
between my titties and snipped it. Dropping it to the floor, Mistress
Karen told me to show my tiny boobies to the rest of the sisters. With
my hands still behind my neck I walked around the inner circle of girls
to show them my bare bosom. Mistress President told me to bend over so
she could get a better look. As I bent closer she reached up and took
my nipples between the thumb and forefinger of each hand. She pulled
them down. My buds stiffened, when she tweaked them. Mistress
President let go and told me to finish showing them off. I continued my
show. Several of the sisters took their chance to pinch and stroke my
titties. I had never been touched by a girl, and all these tittie
touches were making my cunt so itchy. When I finished, I went back to
the center and waited for more instructions. Mistress President asked
if my pussy was still virginal. I told her I had screwed with a couple
of guys. She told me to describe the complete de-flowering session. I
began to describe Mark, his gorgeous hard cock, and all the things we
did that night. When I got to the part about "sixty-nine"ing with me on
top and Mark slapping my asscheeks, Mistress President told me to stop,
turn around and bend over. She told me to ease my panties down until
just below my cheeks. I was embarrassed about showing them my ass. My
panties were taut across my cheeks and pulled at my crotch. These were
blue hiphuggers not the small g-strings I wear now. Because of my
hesitation two sisters quickly stood up and grabbed my arms. Mistress
President asked Mistress Barbara if she would like to do the honors of
my first sorority punishment. Mistress Barbara came up beside me. She
had a ping-pong paddle in her hand. She placed it on my tight
asscheeks. She told me I wasn't in the right punishment position. She
told me to spread my legs double shoulder width apart. I did. She told
me to reach down and grasp my ankles, that the sisters would keep me
from falling over. I did what I was told, showing my pantied crotch to
all the sisters. I expected my friend Mistress Barbara to deliver my
first real spanking. Instead she took the scissors and started to cut
the sides of my panties. She cut the elastic band at my waist. She
snipped the leg bands, leaving a thin thread on each side to hold my
panties on.
She asked the sisters if they wanted me punished. They all cheered YES.
She took hold of my panties by the waistband at the top of my ass. With
one quick jerk, she ripped them off, leaving me stark naked. Bare for
all these girls to see. All the girls cheered, clapped and whistled.
Someone told Mistress Barbara that she had made a good picking me.
SMACK...A stinging warmth shattered my thoughts as that paddle came down
on my upturned ass. I gasped more than cried out. I caught my breath.
I heard applause. SMACK..SMACK.. I gasped again as two quick hard
blows came down, one on each cheek. Tears were welling up in my eyes.
The stinging spread across my entire ass. More applause. Mistress
Barbara put the paddle flat across my ass. She rubbed it around and
around, spreading warmth across my ass the way she might spread peanut
butter on a sandwich. The sisters were cheering her on. She continued
to spank me, slower, softer, covering all my ass with a tingling glow.
She stopped and rubbed the knobby paddle around my cheeks again. She
stroked that paddle down the back of my right thigh, all the way down to
my knee and then up the back of my left thigh until the top of the
paddle came to rest at my opened pussy. She turned the paddle up so
only the top edge was touching me, right along my tender slit. She
gently stroked it up and down my tingling love trough. I had submitted
t a play spanking from Mark after a teenaged temper tantrum, but it
didn't make me tingle like this. I had an itching burning desire
spreading from my loins. The sisters let me up. I stood up and faced
my audience. They applauded. Mistress Barbara wiped the tears from my
eyes and gently kissed my cheek. She told me to continue talking about
my cherry-popping session with Mark. Mistress Janet had to remind me
where I had left off. I was yearning for a fuck. By the time I
finished telling them about 'sixty-nine'ing with Mark, ending with his
jerking cum-spewing orgasm, I was hotter than I had ever been. I was
horny enough to fuck any cock. I began to describe how Mark had stroked
his bulging cockhead up and down my eager virginal cunt lips. I was
itching to fuck, and it was showing. Mistress Karen came over and put
her arm around me. She told the sisters that she thought I had a little
problem. She asked me if I had a problem. I knew what she wanted to
hear. I told them that I was horny, that I wanted to fuck. All the
sisters laughed. Mistress President said that they didn't have any boys
handy but that there was another solution. Mistress Karen told me to
reach down and spread my pussy lips. Slowly I did it. She told me to
put my finger on the tip of my clittie. This was something I had never
thought of doing, playing with myself.
Slowly I moved the tip of my middle finger over my passion button. The
sisters giggled. Mistress Karen told me to continue talking and to
start rubbing my clit. I talked about Mark rubbing my slit with his
cock. Sliding his cock up the full length of my slit, he had made me
willing to take his manhood into my virgin depths. Talking about him
and rubbing my button, I was feeling just as willing but this time
willing to do other things. Mistress Karen told me to rub my finger
thru my slit the way Mark's cock shaft had. I talked about Mark's
throbbing, pulsating cock, and how he ha aimed it at my virgin hole. I
rubbed my clit faster. Mark pushed ever so gently, until his cockhead
was in me. I rubbed harder, pushing my inner lips apart. Mark kissed
me. He plunged his cock into the center of my womanhood, my virgin love
canal. He held me, I held him. I slowed my cunt strokes but pressed my
clit harder. Mark started long slow strokes in my hot hole. My cunt
walls cling to his gorgeous man meat. My cunt was juicing up, oozing
onto my sliding finger. Mistress Karen told me to dip my finger into my
creamy hole. I pushed the tip of my finger into myself, just the way my
lovers had. Mistress Karen moved her hand down to my asscheek.
Squeezing it, she told me to finish the story and my first self-induced
orgasm. I talked about Mark pumping in and out of my inexperience fuck
hole, my cunt throbbing with every stroke. My cunt was throbbing again,
this time around my fingertip. I pumped my own little pussy, rubbing my
itchy clit with each stroke. I knew I wanted to cum. I was going to
cum. I wanted to tell them about my first fuck orgasm as I came in
front of them. I told them about Mark pulling my legs up to my chest,
then open and down to the bed, opening my cunt for his hard deep thrusts
into my wanting love hole. Mistress Karen eased me down to my knees.
My legs spread, I leaned back against her, letting my cunt warmth spread
over me, relaxing, enjoying my own sexual administrations. It seemed
like I was talking forever, smaller words, no sentences. Pumping.
Harder. Deeper. Fuck me. Cock plunging. Creaming. Cumming.
CCuummmmiinngg. My virginity leaving with a tingling orgasm. Mark
pulsing, throbbing, squirting his hot cum into my love tunnel. My first
fuck. My finger dipping into my hot juicy hole, building a new orgasmic
feeling, different from when the boys made me cum. Nice, warm waves of
tingles spreading out. I was bucking my cunt against my own fingers. I
don't remember talking, just cumming. Cumming. My hot cream oozing
onto my hand and down my thighs. I collapsed into Mistress Karen's
arms. My finger still in my cunt. The sisters applauded and cheered.
After resting a few moments. Mistress Karen helped me stand up. She
told me that after each orgasm in this initiation, I was to curtsy and
thank the sisters. I curtsied. At the bottom of my dip I thanked my
mistresses for a very lovely orgasm. They applauded.
Mistress President said it was time to continue the inspection. Some
sisters brought out a padded bench and an extra triangular pillow.
Mistress Janet told me to kneel on it. Mistresses Barbara and Karen
came next to me. They took a cloth tape measure and began to take my
measurement. My bust, my waist, my hips. Then they measured the width
of my areola, the length of the now erected tips and the distance
between m nipples. Mistress Barbara measured the area of my pubic hair
(across the top and from the top to the beginning of my slit). Mistress
Janet told me to lay down on the bench. Two sisters lifted my legs
straight up, lifting me up until they could position the pillow, and
then they positioned me with my ass just at the end of the pillow. My
cut was now a foot higher than my head. Mistresses Barbara and Karen
took my legs and pulled them apart just enough for Mistress Janet to
reach in and measure my slit fro one end, across my clit, my love hole,
my backdoor, to the other end. They pulled my legs wider.She measured
my slit again, top to clit, clit to fuckhole, fuckhole to asshole,
asshole to the back end of my crack. They pushed my legs toward my
chest, spreading them wider. Mistress Jane measured everything about my
cunt. The diameter of my clit, its length, the lengths of my pussy
lips. Mistresses Karen and Barbara each put a hand to my cunt and
pulled her side of my cunt lips open. They stretched my cuntlips as
open and as tight as possible. Mistress Janet measured how far my lips
could spread. She measured the opening of my love hole. And then she
measured the diameter of my ass pucker. She went away. I couldn't see
what was happening. Then I heard giggles and Mistress Janet returned.
She said it was time to measure the depth of my creamy hole. She held
up an immense candle, at least a foot and a half log, with ruler
markings on it. I didn't want her to do it, but I wanted something
slipped into my horny cunt. I shook my head no. She rubbed the tip
around my love opening. I nodded yes. She slowly worked that rod into
me, twisting, pushing deeper and deeper. Pushing to the top of my
canal, pushing deeper. My cunt loosening until I had a full twelve
inches in me She pushed again. I cried out in pain. She immediately
backed off. She told me that this was not meant as punishment, just the
same measurement that all the sister took. She eased the candle out of
my cunt.
She turned away and then back. She said now to measure my ass depth.
She held up a smaller, thinner candle. I pleaded with them not to stick
it in my ass. She asked how many cocks I had taken into my backdoor. I
told her none. She smiled and said she would be gentle with my virgin
ass. She began to rub something slippery on my ass pucker. It felt
cool and tingly. She rubbed gently around and around and then from my
hole radiating out. She rubbed the grease slowly into my hole. She
pushed gently, probing, greasing, spreading my hole open. She pushed
her fingertip into me. It tingled, out from my ass, across my entire
crotch, and ignited my clit. I was warm, tingly, eager. She twisted
her finger around, I squirmed. She pulled her finger out, and put some
more grease on my pucker. She put th tip of the candle against my
backdoor, and slowly, gently pushed the candle into my ass. Waves of
tingles washed over me. This was a new wonderful sensation. Not quite
pain, but a pleasure different from any other. I don't know how deep
she pushed it or how long she kept it in me I didn't care. It felt
great. Mistresses Karen and Barbara helped me sit up. They moved the
pillow around and had me lay back, legs draped on each side. They told
me to close my eyes and rest. A few mintues later, Mistress Janet
brought me a soda. Sitting up, I took a few sips. She tol me the next
measurement was to be how long it took for me to make myself cum with my
fingers. I told her I had not done that before today. She said it
didn't matter how long it took, and that my cunt would know what should
be done. She told me to just lay back, close my eyes and do what felt
good. As I put my hands down to my cunt, she started a stopwatch. I
laid back, closed my eyes and thought about Tom stroking my pussy lips
rubbing my hard little clittie. I mimiced his rubbing. My pussy warmed
up. I felt no inhibitions. I spread my pussy lips with one hand and
pushed on my clittie with the other. I stroked and rubbed until I knew
I wanted something in my cunt hole. I dipped my fingertip in. I slowly
moved it in circles, pushing my cunt hole open. I circled wider,
opening my hole wider. I felt an urge I had to satisfy. I plunged my
finger as deep into my love hole as I could. I held it there. I
squeezed my cunt walls around my finger and slowly eased it out. I
plunged in again, and again. With each plunge, tingles spread out from
my cunt. I laid my finger along my open slit, across my hard clit, and
bent into my hole. I stroked down, digging my finger into my juicy
tunnel. I drew back, rubbing hard against my clit. I rubbed. I
dreamed. I rubbed harder, faster. I was just cumming. My urges had
built until I didn't know what I was doing, I didn't care what I was
doing. As long as I was cumming, it felt great. And I came. I dropped
my hands to my sides and opened my eyes. All the sisters were crowded
around to get a good look at me. Remembering my instructions, I stood
up on the bench, curtsied to their applause and thanked them for
allowing me to cum so nicely.
My mistresses lead me upstairs. They brought me into what looked like a
locker room. It must have taken up a third of the second floor of the
house. It was all tiled, with several dressing stalls, several wooden
benches. There were two padded tables like a doctor's examination
table. There was a sauna in one corner. They motioned me into the
shower room. It was at least 10 feet square, with two rows of shower
spigots around the three sides. Mistress President turned on the master
control and I was instantly drenched. The upper row of spigots were
aimed at the center of the room at the height of my shoulders. The
lower row was aimed at my hips and pussy. They told me to turn around.
I turned slowly, letting the hot streams of water was me all over. They
turned the water off. Mistress President said it was time for the to
make sure I was nice and clean. Mistresses Barbara and Karen stepped
forward and started to undress. Mistress Barbara took off her blouse to
reveal a set of bare, jiggling breasts. Then she dropped her slacks,
stepped out of them, and stood up. I could see her totally naked for
the first time. Her lion's mane of golden blonde hair, her fleshy tits,
her muscular tummy, her rounded hips, and to my surprise a shaven cunt.
I looked at Mistress Karen. She was stepping out of her jeans. She had
a short sassy head of brown hair, slender shoulders, small pointy tits
(not as small as mine). I looked at her slender hips as she lowered her
panties, and again at a shaven cunt as she turned toward me. The
stepped into the shower with me each holding a big soft sponge and a
squeeze bottle. Mistress Barbara squirted some green liquid across my
chest. Mistress Karen started rubbing it with her sponge. This liquid
soap quickly foamed up. The sponge felt tingly as she rubbed my tits.
Mistress Barbara was washing my shoulders, my back, my hips. They
washed my chest, each soaping and rubbing her side of me. Barbara
working on my left tittie, Karen on my right. They progressed down my
tummy then around to my hips. Each caressing my closest ass cheek.
Mistress Barbara told me to spread my legs. I did. She told me to
clasp my hands behind my neck. They knelt down. They repeated their
soaping of my ass, gently rubbing each cheek round and round. They
worked their way down the back of my legs. They worked their way up the
front from my feet up to my knees, then slowly from my knees up to my
crotch. Mistress Karen squirted soap all over my pubic hair. Mistress
Barbara put her hand on my mound. She wiggled her fingers into my
curls. She worked th soap into a froth, gently washing my love
triangle. Mistress President told me to turn toward the back wall. She
told me to bend over and grab a rail that was about a foot off the
floor.
My mistresses stood on each side of me. They told me to spread my legs
as they opened their legs to let me put mine between their own. They
squeezed their legs around mine, holding me tight. My mistresses
squirted soap on my ass. They used their hands to spread the soap all
over, making my ass all slippery. They spread that slippery soap down
into my cunt, pulling my pussy lips apart, rubbing all thru my slit.
Mistress Karen held my pussy lips open, so Mistress Barbara could rub
the soap all around my clittie, rubbing it, then pinching it. I felt so
warm and slippery, I didn't care that these were girls working on me.
They took their sponges, and briskly worked on my ass and pussy until I
was covered with soapy froth. They took hoses from the walls. Mistress
President told me to stand and face them. She told me to spread my arms
and legs. I stood spread eagle as my mistresses sprayed me with a fine
warm mist, rinsing my body. Then they aimed the hoses at the floor and
tightened the sprays to tiny streams. Then they motioned for me to turn
around. I turn toward the back wall and spread my arms and legs.
Mistress Karen pushed me up to the wall. My erect nipples pressing
against the smooth cool tile. The streams hit me across the top of my
back. The pulsating streams, pounding me, warmed and relaxed every
muscle they hit. They massaged my back with those sprays. Then down to
my asscheeks. I tightened my ass muscles against the pounding. But
those pulsating sprays made me relax. The water was turned off and my
mistress began to dry me. Then they brought me to the outer room and
helped me up onto an examination table. My mistresses stood on each
side of me with Mistress President at the foot. They lifted my legs and
pulled me down to the end of the table.They pulled my legs wider and
held my arms over my head. Some of the sisters lifted my bottom and put
a pillow under me, exposing my cunt for all to see. Mistress President
began to stroke my curly bush. She told me that all pledges should look
like pretty little virgins. She pulled out a pair of scissors and
snipped a lock from my bush. She handed the curl to Mistress Janet who
put it in a plastic bag. Mistress President snipped away all of my
pussy curls. She gently pulled the hairs on the sides of my slit to cut
as close to the skin as possible. When I had nothing but stubble left,
she laid a hot, wet washcloth on my open cunt. The warmth of that cloth
spread up to my titties and down to my ass pucker. Mistress President
removed the cloth and sprayed a glob of shaving cream onto the middle of
my triangle. She gently spread the cream all over my pussy stubble,
massaging it into every little hair. She brought out a razor and gently
shaved off my stubble. She told them to open me further. They pulled
my legs, lifting my bottom off the pillow. Mistress President cleaned
all around my asshole. She washed off the shaving cream with another
hot wet washcloth. I was tingling. Warm all over. Mistress President
poured some lotion onto my clean crotch. She rubbed it all over,
softening, soothing my tender cunt skin. She began to rub that cool
lotion onto my clit. I felt my clittie warming to her touch.
My mistresses began to stroke my tits. More hands reached for me,
touching, stroking, gently caressing every inch of me. My mistresses
covered my face with sweet kisses. I closed my eyes and drifted off
into the wonderful sensations those hands were giving me. My cunt was
being rubbed, probed, stretched, tingled by these loving sisters. I
felt multiple fingers pumping my now creamy love hole. I was oozing my
love juice onto every hand that went into me. Soon waves of delicious
tingles washed over me as I came,and came, and kept cumming. Ooozing my
love cream in my first multiple orgasm. After I rested for a while I
got up, curtsied to my mistresses and thanked them all for my fabulous
orgasms. Mistress President told me to return the next day with a
week's worth of clothes and my smallest bathing suit.
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