Chapter 7
Sharon submitted to standard Greek hazing over the next several weeks as a pledge. She crawled into bed at night to find it filled with shaving cream. She was taken blindfolded, to an unfamiliar part of town and made to find her way back. She was awakened in the middle of the night by three boys and three girls standing over her bed making a terrible racket with sticks and trash can lids. She was assigned to do the filthiest dishes she had ever seen in a sink of cold water with no soap.
She didn't mind any of it. She had, like most everybody, known what it meant to go through a hazing before she had even started. And at least she did not have to open her legs for anybody.
She had suffered greatly the night after her intense lovemaking session with Melanie. She had enjoyed it, yet if anything was wrong, she knew, it was lesbian sex. At least fucking somebody like Dirk or Paul was, if not moral, healthy. Men had penises, and they were meant to be inserted between the pliable lips of female pussies. If she didn't like premarital sex before, she had resigned herself to it now. It was unfair to lie to herself. She liked it. No... she loved it. Before coming to State her cunt had never yearned to be filled. Now she found herself aroused for no reason, at unusual times of the day. She lingered her tight little hole to climaxes at least once a day, dreaming of Paul's magnificent meaty shaft, or of Dirk's long, thick cock.
But Melanie was different. Sex with another woman, no matter how enjoyable it was, was not natural. It was not meant to be. And she worried that she perhaps had enjoyed fucking Melanie more than she had enjoyed Paul, Dirk, or that unnamed boy in the dark bedroom. She lay awake at night, staring at the ceiling, fretting that she would become one of those women who slept only with other women.
She told herself that was ridiculous. If, when masturbating, she fantasized her slick fissure being pried apart by the blood-gorged crown of a throbbing male penis, wasn't that proof enough that she was still mostly heterosexual?
But she was so new to sex as a whole that she was not encouraged by her reasoning. More doors had opened for her in the last few weeks than in all her life previously, and she didn't know her left from her right.
Dirk helped. Over coffee after class one day she told him she had been punished for going out with him, and explained why. She did not, of course, embellish the story with her interlude with Melanie.
"Damn Greeks," he said. "I don't care what the rules are, Sharon. I still want to see you."
She looked deeply into his eyes, and clasped his hand with both of hers. It was the first time she realized she was in love with him. She had had two hot, hard cocks filling her newly-awakened cunt, but neither of them had been inside of her because of love. Those experiences had been strictly sexual. Now her pussy burned with a new desire. Yes, she wanted his cock, that same cock she had sucked so hungrily in the French restaurant. She wanted to spread her legs apart, opening the gash of her pussy, and take his quivering meat inside of her. But it was something more than that.
Dirk felt something vaguely similar. He too, wanted to dip his long, throbbing erection into the honey pot of Sharon's pussy. He pictured her long, delicate legs milky white and splayed obscenely. He imagined her gaping cunt, the lips pulled apart by the spread legs, displaying the tunnel that led into her deepest vaginal section.
His cock twitched now, growing hard just thinking about it. He even felt something like affection for this young college girl. If he fucked her, and if everything worked out just right, he imagined he might even possibly fall in love with her. But not likely.
"I still want to see you," he said again, massaging her soft hand.
"And I want to see you, too, Dirk," she said. "But we have to be careful. I can't get thrown out of SEX. I can't tell you why, but you must believe me. It's a horrible thing to happen to a sister."
"I promise, we'll be careful. Tomorrow, stay behind after class. Well talk."
"We can talk now, too," she said. "Oh! Don't misunderstand-I'll stay after class tomorrow. But let's talk now."
He smiled in his fatherly way and nodded. They talked over a dozen cups of coffee, letting the hours slip away. She told him about her home town, her parents, her brother, her friends. She rambled about her love for knowledge, her thirst for education. It stemmed, she said, from a realization that nobody from her home town ever went anywhere in the world. They got jobs in the town, grew older, had families, withered and finally died.
She wanted more than that, she said. But in the far reaches of her mind, something about it no longer rang true. They were all feelings she had had before. She had even shared her feelings with one or two best friends, and they had been sincere and deeply felt. But now they seemed just the slightest bit hollow.
It was because of SEX, she realized. The girls of Sigma Epsilon Chi had diverted her mind, and now she thought of cock, of pussy, of orgasm. There is only so much room in one's mind, she knew, and a percentage that had previously been occupied by lofty, academic thoughts was no longer. Now it was taken over by thoughts of eroticism, of sexual arousal. Part of her hunger of learning had died.
But talking to Dirk made it seem not so bad. She was still a bright girl, and her discovery that she enjoyed sex would not diminish her ability to go places in the world. She would still make something of herself. She looked into Dirk's eyes. Perhaps she would become a professor at State and marry Dirk Roland.
That way, she thought, she could have the best of both worlds. She could have all the education she could stand, and stil have Dirk's sturdy, lovely penis.
Dirk talked also. He spoke of his past, coming from a large West Coast city. He came to State after teaching a couple years at a major university. "I needed the change," he said. "I needed to get away from the craziness."
"I've never been to the West," she said.
"It's a great place. Everything's there you could possibly ever want. A half hour drive from the ocean, an hour from the desert, two hours from the mountains. There's music and movies and theatre and more high class restaurants than you could ever go to in your life. All sorts of people too. But that's part of the problem. It's to crowded. If everybody wants everything, and everything can only be gotten in one city, that's where everybody goes. I had to get out."
"I'm glad you did," Sharon said sweetly.
He smiled at her. "You are. Catherine wasn't."
She cocked her head. "Who was Catherine?"
"My wife," he said. "I had to leave, but she refused. It was her home, she said, and she'd be damned if she'd leave on my account. So we got divorced."
"It was probably the best thing you could have done," Sharon said.
"It was. As soon as the divorce was final, I went over to visit our son, Anthony, and found Sharon in bed with two men. Two! And Anthony was in the next room sleeping. I took her to court and got custody."
"Then your son lives with you?"
"He sure does. And he's something. Thirteen years old now, and he takes complete care of himself when I'm at school. We're more like good friends and roommates than father and son."
"That's wonderful," Sharon said.
They talked until they realized they had to part, and they went their separate ways. The next day, after class, Roland closed the door, locked it, and turned down the Venetian blinds in the windows.
He took Sharon in his arms, leaning her back against the chalkboard. Her lips pressed hungrily against his, and her tongue probed the warm interior of his mouth. It grazed his gums above his teeth, then felt the inner moist flesh of his cheeks. It ran along his teeth and tasted the roof of his mouth. It fluttered and danced across the surface of his tongue, and they fenced within their open, locked lips.
"Sharon," he whispered into her ear. "I want you."
"And I want you," she whispered back. "Oh, Dirk. Let's do it here. I can't get caught."
"That's what I'd planned," he said.
She laughed gently, and the sound sent chills through him. "I know," she said. "I love you."
Those three words would have upset him, perhaps even kept him from making love to her. But at the same time she said it, her delicate hand cupped his trouser crotch, trapping his burning loins in her gentle grasp.
She squeezed tenderly, urging his erection to appear slowly but steadily, building until it stretched the fabric of his pants to the breaking point.
"Take it out," he urged.
She used both hands to undo his pants. She didn't bother pushing them down, all she wanted now was his cock. She already knew it intimately from the head she had given him before, but now she knew she would feel it between her legs, inside her lithe pussy, where it belonged.
She curled her fingers around it and extracted it. She felt the blood coursing through it, making it hot and stiff. It beat to the rhythm of his heart in her hand, and she felt like she was holding his life in her palm.
He groaned as she stroked it, getting to know it even more. She slid her cool fingers along its raging underside until her fingertips felt the fuzzy orbs of his dangling, bloated testicles They curled and contracted at her touch.
Dirk could no longer stand being handled without doing some touching and probing of his own. The boiling in his erection was so intense as to be nearly painful, and to finally let his fingers slide into Sharon's cunt would relieve some of the frustration. Soon, he told himself very soon you'll be inside that pussy, fucking the daylights out of it.
His fingers found the hem of her skirt, and inched it up until his hand could slip beneath it. His hand grazed the soft flesh of her thigh, and he felt her jump a little at his touch. God!! he thought. I excite her! I want to make her come for hours.
He found her panties, and burrowed his hand between her thighs against the crotch of her underwear. She immediately moaned and gushed forth a flow of her sticky lubricants. They moistened his hand.
Dirk sunk to his knees. He cursed the action, because he had not thought it out beforehand. By falling to his knees, he forced his stiff meat out of her hand Now it throbbed and ached far away from her silky, female touch. But he was too aroused to think clearly. He couldn't blame himself. Besides, it would be all right very soon.
His nostrils flared as the scent from her active, living pussy rose to meet them. His hands snaked up the backs of her legs, his fingers curling around the fine, fleshy form of her curved buttocks. He slid his fingers beneath the elastic leg bands of her panties and felt the flesh of her ass and squeezed it. In his mind, he saw the milk white imprints his digging fingers were making on the flesh of her cheeks.
He dropped his head, and used it to push her skirt out of his way. He burrowed his head beneath her dress and was engulfed in darkness.
Instinctively, though, he knew where he was. He pushed his face forward, and the tip of his nose turned instantly damp as it connected with her fluid-soaked panties.
"Aaagh, Dirk, God ..." she moaned as she felt his nose touch her. Her hands grasped his head through her skirt and mashed his face into her panties.
Her hypnotic musk overtook him and his head grew dizzy. He felt her dampness against his lips, and he sucked at her delicate underwear, tasting the lubricants trapped there settle on his tongue, then glide back into his throat. His excited tongue darted out of his mouth and tasted the velvety fabric of her panties, licking at it hungrily.
Her panties were sopping now, from a combination of her pussy juices and his saliva. Through the wet material he could feel her moist, downy curls, and beyond them the slit of her cunt.
He pushed his tongue, and the panties molded around it. They coated his mouth muscle, and he easily pushed it between her pussy slit.
It was almost as though the panties were not there at all. His cock quivered and trembled, and he feared he might come just from excitement. He grasped his cock with one hand at the base, holding back his imminent ejaculation.
"Dirk," she moaned. "Oh Dirk, make me come, darling, make me come against your face."
It was what he wanted, too, for starters. He eased his tongue up along her sizzling cleft until he felt the hard ball of her clitoris. The roughness of her panty fabric was enough to create intense friction against her pleasure button, and she writhed, moaning and gasping against his face.
One hand remained at her skirt, pressing his head into herself, but the other had to clutch at the chalkboard for support. Slowly, the fire of orgasm built inside her chafing pussy, and she began to contract her buttocks, pulling her cunt away from him, then expanding it, pushing her fiery loins back into his face. The back and forth movement intensified as her climax built, until she erupted violently, humping his face and using both hands again to pull him as tight against her as she could.
"JESUS!" she yelled. "Oh lord, I'm coming, I feel it, I'm ... aaghhh!"
Dirk pulled his head away, but while he was still beneath her skirt he yanked her panties down. Then he withdrew, emerging once again into the fluorescent light of the classroom.
Sharon had sagged, her knees bent, and was barely able to support herself against the blackboard. She used both hands now to grasp the chalk tray.
With her knees bent, her legs were spread by virtue of gravity. Dirk aimed his cock at her lewdly splayed pussy as he rose. When he was nearly standing erect, his spongy crown pushed against her vulva. He straightened a little, and his cock head pushed aside the lips of her vagina.
"I'm going to fuck you now," he said, whispering into her ear.
"Yes," she responded, her voice little more than sounds formed within her hot, sputtering breath.
He pushed his cock entirely inside of her with one great heave, and he sighed a deep breath of relief. Finally, he was balling her. He had wanted her the minute he had seen her, and now she was his.
He fucked her with great enthusiasm, his hands on her hips. When he rammed his shaft into her, he pulled her pelvis to him. When he withdrew, he pushed her away. She in turn, held his shoulders. Her head was tilted back, her lips parted, her brow shimmering from perspiration.
They climaxed together, and he filled her hungry pussy with a giant load of his white hot semen. She quivered and writhed against him, and they fell contented to the floor, locked in each other's arms.
Dear Diary:
It was fantastic! Now, for sure, I know I am in love.
We made love against the blackboard, and it was like nothing I've ever experienced or felt. We lay together on the floor, and it was only a matter of minutes before we were locked in erotic, sensual intercourse once again. A half hour later, we made wild, passionate love one last time before I had to leave.
My only negative thoughts, my only worries, were about SEX. My love for Dirk is strong and real, and I am certain his is equally devoted to me. But I cannot display it in public. If I do, I suffer the agony of being an outcast.
Only if Dirk marries me can I handle that. Then it wouldn't matter if SEX threw me out. I wouldn't like not being able to return to my home, see my family. But then, Dirk would be my family, and even though I would not be happy with my being ostracized from my home town, I think my feelings for Dirk would support me through that ordeal.
All of these thoughts raced through my mind as I wandered back to SEX house, my battered pussy feeling stiff and sore, making walking a difficult task. It had completely slipped my mind that this was my last day as a pledge; that tonight I would go through the formal initiation that would make me a full fledged member of Sigma Epsilon Chi-I would be a true sister.
If only I had known what the initiation rites involved!!
Of course, I was not surprised when we, the pledges, were lined up in a straight row and blindfolded, then ordered to strip. It seemed like a repeat of our initiation as pledges. There was no doubt in my mind, even before the rites began, that sex would be an integral part of the initiation. My old belief that SEX was just a coincidental abbreviation of Sigma Epsilon Chi had long ago fallen by the wayside. Perhaps once it was that way, but today SEX is an extremely appropriate name for this sorority.
Naked, we were led upstairs, and deposited one by one in separate rooms. "Do not take your blindfolds off," Melanie warned each of us as we were dropped off. "If you do, you'll be expelled, and all your work as pledges will have been for nothing."
I felt my way in the darkness of the room to a bed, patted its edge, then sat on it. I couldn't see a thing, but I could tell by feel that this was not my room. It was possibly down that eerie hallway pledges were forbidden to explore.
A long time passed, perhaps an hour. Finally the door opened and I heard footsteps pad in. A deep, male voice ordered me to remove my blindfold.
I did as I was instructed. Before me stood a tall, muscular member of KKA whom I had never seen before. His bare legs were lightly coated with smooth hairs, but most discernable were the rippling calf muscles. He wore a short bathrobe, with KKA embroidered on the right breast.
"I have to have you?" I said.
"That's right," he answered, untying his robe's felt belt. 'The traditional initiation into SEX is to ball the member of the big brother sorority with the largest genitals. That happens to be me."
He shrugged his robe off, and I had to catch my breath. His penis was limp and flaccid, but even like that it was larger than most erect cocks I had seen (keeping in mind that all the erections I have seen have been shown me in the few weeks I have been here at State).
It shone a little from Wetness, and I surmised he had been going from room to room, copulating with each of the pledges in their turn.
I wondered if he ejaculated into each of their pussies as he bore his massive drill-like penis into them. I didn't have much time for contemplation though. He approached me, hooking his hands under my knees. He pulled me around so I was laying on the bed, my legs dangling over the end.
He pulled my thighs apart so that my sore pussy was open for him; he could clearly see into the depths of my cuntal tunnel, the folds of inner pink membrane flesh quivering and dancing in their beds of moisture.
He reached out and took my hand, which was resting idly at my side. He held it for a minute, then settled it atop my pussy. He manipulated one finger out of my hand, and eased it into the gaping hole of my cunt. "Finger yourself," he said.
"What?" It wasn't what I'd been expecting. Not that I should have been surprised. Very little that has happened to me here has been what I was expecting.
"I said finger yourself. Don't you know what that means?" he said.
"Of course I know what it means" I said. I began to work my finger into the moist flesh of my cunt. My pussy responded by growing excited, hot and horny. Each time I pressed my finger into the slit of my cunt, between my moist lips, I shot a hundred volts of electricity through the interior of my dark vagina that made my bowels cringe and my flesh shudder. My voice now quivering from the sexual arousal I felt, I asked him, "But why?"
"I've already screwed three of your friends," he said, his eyes locked on my active finger. "You may be the most beautiful, but I still need some sort of stimulation to get turned on."
I succeeded in exciting him into an erection slowly. My eyes grew wide as I realized just how large his immense cock would grow. It seemed to never stop, just expanding and widening and thickening and telescoping to surrealistic proportions.
"I ... I can't take that in me," I croaked, but my actions indicated otherwise to him. My finger was vibrating madly, rubbing against my throbbing clitoris and dipping deep into the sloshing wetness that had formed inside my hot little hole.
"You'll take it," he said, "or you'll be out on the street."
Finally his penis stopped growing. It danced and jiggled in front of me, and far back behind it I saw his huge sacks of testicles dangling, curling and gyrating in anticipation of entering me.
He kneeled. He was tall, and on his knees his cock came right up to the height of my spread legs. I was madly working my finger now, at the height of self-induced orgasm, but he grabbed my hand and pulled it away.
I moaned in protest, but my finger was replaced right away by the head of his meat-like cock. He had not yet entered me, but his cock crown covered the entire surface of my vulva. "Oh God, no," I said, fearing he would tear me apart.
My words were futile. He inched forward, and I felt my pussy portal being painfully split apart as he began to violate my cunt. He moved slowly, and I could feel every centimeter of his throbbing shaft skewer into me. I was in agony, half from pain, half from ecstatic, orgasmic pleasure. I opened my eyes and stared sightlessly at the ceiling, and bunched up fistfuls of the bed blanket in my hands.
I would never have imagined there was that much room inside my tiny cunt. It was filled to the hilt, stuffed completely full, spread to its limits to take in the incredible thickness of his cock.
I was hyperventilating, desperate for breath, and my breathing came out in audible, moaning sounds, "Ah, ah, ah, ah...."
I dared to look up, over the fleshy mounds of my quivering breasts. My nipples were super erect, little arrow points jutting out of the top of my tits. Between them I could see my pubic triangle, and beyond that I observed his cock. It was in my pussy as deep as it could go, jutting painfully against my cervix, but still only half his length was inside me.
Without even moving, his cock creating immense pressure against my overused clitoris. "Jesus," I gasped, panting like a bitch in heat. "If you're going to fuck me, fuck me now."
He withdrew, then thrust like a ramrod into me. His spongy cock head slammed into the ceiling of my pussy, and I screamed. He repeated it, again and again, and I didn't even hear the bedroom door open.
Once again, the eruption in my cunt had built to a writhing, monstrous climax, when the boy (I don't even know his name!) withdrew, with a sucking plop sound. My pussy was sore as hell now, but the need for orgasm was unbearable. I couldn't even remember the four climaxes I had had as a result of my lovemaking with Dirk.
"God, no!" I screamed. "You can't ..." But I was shut up when I looked up and saw him, his gleaming penis erect in front of him, crawling up over me on the bed. And behind him was Connie, completely naked, gazing longingly at my body.
I gasped when I saw her pussy. There was no hair on it, not even a hint of a pubic growth. It was shaved as clean as a baby's. Little tucks of pink skin peeked out of her slick slit.
The boy settled his massive, meaty member between my breasts. "Hold them together," he ordered. I mashed my tits together, trapping his rod-like cock between them.
Connie kneeled between my spread thighs. "Now you are a sister," she said, shuddering, her voice quivering as she spoke. "You have accepted the bodies of our society, the men of KKA and the women of SEX, and both at once. Nothing can tear you asunder of our fraternity now."
With that, she shoved her bare pussy against mine. The boy was stroking his long, thick penis in and out of my cleavage as I squeezed and massaged my titties, and Connie gyrated and pressed her cunt into mine.
I don't know if it's possible, but I actually felt her hard little hairless mound enter the gaping slit of my cunt, made wider by the entry of the boy's incredibly thick meatiness.
In and out it went, my ultra-sensitive pussy feeling the bone of her pelvis, the vertical slit of her pussy, the hard little pebble of her clitoris. I vaguely felt the boy tremble, and a great stream of hot semen spurted over my breasts, tickling my erect nipples. I saw through a haze that my breasts were coated with snow-colored cum, and I saw even more sperm shooting out of the open hole in the head of his cock. It caught me on the face, cascading over my chin and dribbling warmly down my cheeks.
Connie's movements intensified, and finally I came, a screaming, gyrating, writhing burst of feeling that enveloped my entire being, my body, my mind, my subconscious.
I passed out before the orgasm even ended.