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- Nov 5, 2013
Julie watched with a feeling of shame and betrayal as her mother tossed her overnight bag into the back of her car and drove away. Never in a million years would she ever have thought she would be in this position. Never had she dreamt that she would be planning what she was. So much had changed over the past few days, but even now she wasn’t sure she could go through with it. As she turned away from the window towards her father, her mind went back to how it had all begun.
***
It was the biggest choice Julie had had to make on her own. Before setting off to university, she had asked her mother’s advice, but all she had said was: ‘You’ll know which one is for you. Just trust your instinct.’ And that was what Julie was trying to do, or rather she was trying to find out what her instinct told her. She was wandering aimless through the stalls where the sororities were trying to attract new members with garish displays that promised the best time anyone could ever have at university.
All except one. ALPHA OMEGA had a spot, but no stall, just a desk; and no eye catching display or tempting promises, just a young woman with a pen and some cards. Intrigued, Julie watched as a few girls approached, only to leave almost immediately. When a tall dark girl approached, she moved as close as she dared to try to hear what was being said. ‘So what do you have to offer me?’ the girl asked. The woman at the desk barely looked at her. ‘If you have to ask, you are not suitable for membership,’ she replied curtly.
In that instant, Julie knew that this was the sorority for her. She moved to the desk and announced that she would like to join. ‘Why?’ the woman asked without bothering to look up. Julie shrugged. ‘My mother told me to trust my instinct and that’s what I’m doing.’ The woman raised her eyes and studied Julie for a while. Then she picked up one of the cards, signed it and handed it over. ‘Come at 6 pm,’ she told her, ‘and bring an overnight bag – you’ll be staying for the rest of the week. We need all the help we can get,’ she added enigmatically.
So it was that, prompt at six o-clock that evening, Julie knocked at the door of the sorority house. It was opened by a girl who took the card Julie produced and led her inside. A slim, elegant woman in her early 20s came forward, her hand extended.
‘Welcome, Julie, I’m Melissa, this year’s president.’
Julie took her hand and shook it firmly. How, she wondered, did Melissa know her name. The woman at the desk hadn’t asked her, nor had the girl who let her in. The president turned and beckoned a short cheerful girl who looked not much older than Julie.
‘This is Beth,’ she told her, ‘she will be your friend from now on. She’ll settle you in and show you around.’
Julie trembled slightly. She had heard horror stories of some of the rituals that girls had to endure in order to join the sorority of their choice. But there had been no mention of initiation, at least not yet. Bath took hold of Julie’s bag and set off upstairs.
‘I’ll show you our room first, then we can look around and get a drink.’
So Julie was sharing with Beth. Well that made sense as they were now friends.
‘That will be your bed.’ Beth pointed to the bed under the window where a gentle breeze was ruffling the curtains. She dropped the bag on the floor. ‘You can unpack later,’ she called over her shoulder as she set off on a tour of the house. Despite appearing small from the outside, it was quite spacious. The large basement housed a games and exercise room, while the ground floor contained the kitchen and a large open plan area with comfy sofas and alcoves where girls were sitting chatting or checking their phones and iPads. The bedrooms were on the upper floors and attic had been converted into an office.
With the tour over and without asking what Julie preferred, Beth took two beers out of the fridge and led the way to a corner. For a moment the pair sat in companionable silence taking swigs from their bottles. Julie settled back, waiting for Beth to talk about the initiation, which she was sure she would be expected to undergo.
‘You’ll have noticed the security around here,’ Beth said, putting her bottle on the floor beside her. ‘Even with that, the house is never left unattended. We all take turns to be here throughout the day and night. There is always someone on duty. Especially,’ she leaned forward, ‘this week, which is why you have to sleep here.’
Seeing Julie’s puzzled look, she explained.
‘It’s the fraternities. They all have silly initiations. KAPPA LAMDA is the worst. The guys have to earn points to be allowed to join and they have a tradition of raiding our house. That earns them points,’ she added, as if Julie would understand. She didn’t, but she didn’t want to show herself up so soon, so she just nodded.
‘Great,’ Beth took a long draw from her beer. ‘Let’s meet some of the guys, grab something to eat and have an early night.’
By ten o’clock most of the girls had either left or gone to their rooms. Julie followed Beth upstairs and started to unpack her bag. Beth looked over her shoulder.
‘It gets hot here in the night, which is why we leave the window open. You’ll find it more comfortable just to wear panties and a t-shirt.’
It was, like Beth said, hot in the room and Julie was grateful for the breeze as she drifted off to sleep.
***
Looking back, as the girls huddled over their coffees in the early hours of the morning, Julie wasn’t sure what had woken her. Had it been the sudden gust of air or the weight of the body landing on her bed? Or could it have been the hands grabbing her under the sheet or the sudden brightness as Beth switched on the light? Or the screams from other bedrooms? Or the shrill blast of the whistle? Or the cries of RAID, RAID?
Whatever it was, Julie’s reaction had been instinctive. Brought up with a mischievous younger brother, she was used to being pounced on in the night and, as he grew older, having his hands fondle her. Except this guy wasn’t fondling her. He had his hands on her panties and was trying to pull them off. With speed and skill born of long practice, she grabbed the sheet, pulled it over her attacker and rolled off the bed. She landed on top of him, bringing her knee up as she did so and heard a satisfying groan as she contacted with his balls.
As she pulled her panties back into place, Beth rolled her assailant into the sheet and kicked him hard. Their bedroom door was thrown open and the president rushed in.
‘Just like we expected, a panties raid. We think we’ve got them all. Bring this one downstairs and we’ll see what we’ve got.’
With the lights in the house now blazing, Julie stared at the five young men who stood defiantly before them.
‘These pathetic specimens,’ the president explained to Julie, ‘aspire to join KAPPA LAMDA. They earn points in different ways. One of which is to steal a pair of panties. They get points for coming back with a pair and extra if they take them off one of us. It seems,’ she turned to the men, ‘that you won’t be earning any points for this raid.’
Julie stared at the man, no more than a boy really, who had attacked her. There was no doubt which he was: the tall one with the tousled blond hair and blue eyes. Her knee had made solid contact and his face still showed the pain. While she watched, he doubled over as another spasm of pain hit him.
‘That leaves just one thing for us to decide, ladies.’ The president was speaking again. ‘What punishment shall be exact for disturbing our sleep? Julie, you have acquitted yourself very well tonight, especially as this was your first raid. What do you suggest?’
Everyone waited. Julie knew that this was a test. The glance from the boy she had kneed pleaded that he had been punished enough, but she knew that the other girls were eager for revenge. She could not let them down. Suddenly an idea formed in her mind.
‘They’re so keen to get their hands on our panties, why don’t we see what they look like in them.’
The men stared in astonishment. This was not what they had expected.
‘And,’ Julie’s mind was racing now, ‘we can photograph them.’
‘And put it up on KL’s Facebook page,’ Beth chimed in.
‘And send them back wearing them,’ another girl added.
‘Wearing them and nothing else,’ Julie added hastily before anyone else high-jacked her idea.
Everyone waited in silence for the president’s decision.
‘Brilliant, Julie, I can see you will be a valuable member of our sorority. Ladies, strip them.’
The guys put up a fight, but outnumbered they stood no chance. Soon the girls were giggling at their embarrassment as they stood as proudly as they could, butt naked, with their cocks shrivelled. All, that is, except for the blond guy who had landed on Julie. His cock was as limp as the rest, but hung clear of his balls, thick and swinging gently from side to side.
‘Right,’ the president’s commanding voice brought everyone’s attention back to the task in hand. ‘Julie, this was your idea.’ She looked at Julie’s pale blue lace panties. ‘Who is going to wear those?’
Surprised at her lack of shyness, Julie slipped them over her hips to expose a neatly trimmed patch of hair. She held them out to the blonde.
‘Good choice,’ the president congratulated her. ‘They look like the largest any of us is wearing and this man is going to need the space.’
As the blonde struggled to tuck his tackle into the panties, the others looked around at the thongs and strings, wondering how they would fare.
Beth stepped out of her red thong and tossed it at a slim guy with black hair. A tall red-haired girl kicked her silver string at a muscled black guy whose cock had shrivelled so much that only the head was visible. ‘You won’t have any trouble getting into those she quipped.’ A fair haired guy with stubble found a plump girl helping him into a grey thong, while a Chinese girl handed her pink hipsters to the short guy with a thick matt of chest hair.
Soon, all five men were standing to attention wearing nothing but embarrassment looks and skimpy panties in various shades and designs as the girls began circling and taking photos. It was no surprise that the blonde, having the largest bulge, was getting the most attention.
‘I hope you’ve brought a spare pair,’ Beth teased Julie, ‘it looks like this guy may tear yours.’
The girls clustered around and the other men cast sidelong glances. There was no doubt, Julie’s panties were coming under strain and there was no doubt that the bulge was growing.
‘He obviously likes wearing women’s undies,’ Beth chirped. ‘Let’s see how he likes some stockings and a garter belt.’
‘Let’s see how they all like it,’ a voice from the back added.
‘No.’ The black guy spoke, drawing himself up to his full height and assuming as much dignity as he could with his balls bulging either side of the silver string. Timidly at first, but then more firmly as he sensed his companions’ support. ‘No, this has gone too far. You’ve had your fun. It’s time to let us go.’
But it was too late, girls were already heading back to their rooms to collect more of their clothes for the men.
‘Here,’ Beth thrust a black stockings and garter belt into Julie’s hands. ‘He’ll need some help getting these on. Guys only know how to get them off.’
Julie knelt before the blonde, her face level with the bulge that was threatening to rip her favourite panties. It twitched as she pulled Beth’s stocking up his slender legs. And as she reached round him to fasten the belt, she felt him pressing against her. Standing back, there was no missing the dark stain on the pale material.
The expressions on the men’s faces told of their humiliation as the girls circled to take more photographs. The blonde was struggling to control himself, his eyes desperately seeking out Julie and trying to plead silently with her. Her heart went out to this young man who had only been having a prank to get into his silly fraternity. Now he would be the laughing stock of the campus and beyond until KL realised what was happening and took down the pictures.
But if the guys had any hope that they could get back to their house and have the photos removed before anyone had seen them, they were shattered by the president.
‘We’ll put an appropriate selection of these on our website,’ she announced, ‘as a warning to any fraternity that wants to raid us again.’
Her steady glance at the blonde’s crotch left no doubt about what might form part of that selection. His cock had now forced itself straight, pushing hard as it tried to force itself past the elastic of the hem that was stretched tight across his hips.
Beth nudged Julie, who looked at her. Puzzled. Not for the first time, she wondered if this was part of her initiation. Was that why she had been given a bed under an open window, even though a raid was expected? Was it why she had been told to choose the punishment? Was that why Beth was now nudging her forward.
‘He’s yours,’ she whispered, ‘finish him off.’
Julie looked around. The other girls were waiting, no doubt to judge how she would react. But what should Julie do? Free his cock so he was more comfortable or pull the panties down to set him free? No, she was sure she would not earn any respect for that. A hand job? She knew enough to recognise a guy who wouldn’t last long, despite having his balls crushed earlier. A blow job? That might give him a chance to last longer and save his blushes a bit. She hoped the other girls would approve, so eager was she to be accepted here.
Kneeling, she eased her panties over his cock, relieved that they might survive the ordeal and eager not to set him off too quickly. His cock shot out, swaying from side the side. She licked her lips and lowered her head, taking him into her mouth, slowly, bathing his swollen member in her warm saliva. He moaned his appreciation. Then she bobbed, gently at first, trying not to put too much pressure until he had a chance to establish some control, then gradually faster and faster. Then, mainly to demonstrate her skill to her audience, she pulled back, leaving just a thin thread of saliva linking her mouth to his cock, before moving in again, this time with her teeth to nibble at his cock lips. His groans told her not to waste any more time, so she sucked him deep into her mouth. Feeling his cock twitching against the back of her throat, she pulled back in time for his cum to spray in the air, landing on her face. The flashes of the girls’ phones blinded her and she was knocked aside in a flurry of activity as the boys were pushed out in the night.
***
Life was quieter after that. Word spread of what had happened as copies of the photographs of the boys’ humiliation were passed around. She caught sight of the black guy once and she spotted her blond boy watching her a few times, but they did not approach and there was no reprisal raid. She wondered if the guys had got any points for going back with so much underwear. Or was it all too much of an embarrassment for the fraternity to accept them?
In the middle of the second week, Julie got a text from Beth telling her was needed at the house that evening. Expecting to be on security duty, she took her overnight bag, but Beth did not take her to a bedroom. Instead she led her to the attic office and gestured for her to enter. The president was sitting at a desk with five envelopes spread before her. She pointed to a chair and Julie obediently sat down.
‘Julie, you have only been a probationer for just over a week.’
So she wasn’t a member yet; she hadn’t been fully accepted.
‘That is normally far too soon to think about initiation. But we are agreed, after your resourcefulness and inventiveness during the raid, that you are ready.’
Julie couldn’t stop herself beaming with pleasure.
‘In these envelopes,’ the president waved her hand over them, ‘are five different tasks. You must choose one and, when you have successfully completed it, you will become a full member. For life,’ she added meaningfully.
Trusting her instincts, Julie pointed at the envelope on the far right. The president turned it over. On the back was the number 5.
‘Good choice,’ the president smiled. ‘That was my choice too.’ She walked round the desk and drew Julie confidentially to one side. ‘There is no time limit,’ she told her. ‘Some girls never complete the initiation and remain probationers for ever. My advice to you is to perform it as soon as you can.’
Julie wondered if she should open the envelope there and then, but decided to wait. As she turned to leave, the president called her back for a final piece of advice. ‘You may wonder how you can prove that you have completed your initiation. Don’t worry. I’ll be able to tell, by relying on my instinct.’
Beth was waiting for Julie on the stairs outside the office.
‘You don’t have to tell me,’ she breathed. ‘This is such an honour. I had to wait almost a year before I was ready for initiation and I still haven’t completed it. Let’s find a quiet corner and find out what task you’ve drawn.’
Settled together on a sofa, Julie open the envelope and took out a card. It bore the name of the sorority and underneath in smaller letter YOUR INITIATION. Beneath was written: ‘In order to become a full life member, she must complete the task on the back of this card.’
Julie turned the card over. On the back was written: ‘You must have full sexual intercourse with your father.’
She showed it to Julie, who stared first at the card and then at Julie.
‘This is a big honour, Julie. This sort of initiation is reserved for future presidents.’
Julie just felt sick. How could she ever do this? Even for the prize of high office, could she bring herself to have sex with her father? And what would he say if she suggested it?
***
It was the biggest choice Julie had had to make on her own. Before setting off to university, she had asked her mother’s advice, but all she had said was: ‘You’ll know which one is for you. Just trust your instinct.’ And that was what Julie was trying to do, or rather she was trying to find out what her instinct told her. She was wandering aimless through the stalls where the sororities were trying to attract new members with garish displays that promised the best time anyone could ever have at university.
All except one. ALPHA OMEGA had a spot, but no stall, just a desk; and no eye catching display or tempting promises, just a young woman with a pen and some cards. Intrigued, Julie watched as a few girls approached, only to leave almost immediately. When a tall dark girl approached, she moved as close as she dared to try to hear what was being said. ‘So what do you have to offer me?’ the girl asked. The woman at the desk barely looked at her. ‘If you have to ask, you are not suitable for membership,’ she replied curtly.
In that instant, Julie knew that this was the sorority for her. She moved to the desk and announced that she would like to join. ‘Why?’ the woman asked without bothering to look up. Julie shrugged. ‘My mother told me to trust my instinct and that’s what I’m doing.’ The woman raised her eyes and studied Julie for a while. Then she picked up one of the cards, signed it and handed it over. ‘Come at 6 pm,’ she told her, ‘and bring an overnight bag – you’ll be staying for the rest of the week. We need all the help we can get,’ she added enigmatically.
So it was that, prompt at six o-clock that evening, Julie knocked at the door of the sorority house. It was opened by a girl who took the card Julie produced and led her inside. A slim, elegant woman in her early 20s came forward, her hand extended.
‘Welcome, Julie, I’m Melissa, this year’s president.’
Julie took her hand and shook it firmly. How, she wondered, did Melissa know her name. The woman at the desk hadn’t asked her, nor had the girl who let her in. The president turned and beckoned a short cheerful girl who looked not much older than Julie.
‘This is Beth,’ she told her, ‘she will be your friend from now on. She’ll settle you in and show you around.’
Julie trembled slightly. She had heard horror stories of some of the rituals that girls had to endure in order to join the sorority of their choice. But there had been no mention of initiation, at least not yet. Bath took hold of Julie’s bag and set off upstairs.
‘I’ll show you our room first, then we can look around and get a drink.’
So Julie was sharing with Beth. Well that made sense as they were now friends.
‘That will be your bed.’ Beth pointed to the bed under the window where a gentle breeze was ruffling the curtains. She dropped the bag on the floor. ‘You can unpack later,’ she called over her shoulder as she set off on a tour of the house. Despite appearing small from the outside, it was quite spacious. The large basement housed a games and exercise room, while the ground floor contained the kitchen and a large open plan area with comfy sofas and alcoves where girls were sitting chatting or checking their phones and iPads. The bedrooms were on the upper floors and attic had been converted into an office.
With the tour over and without asking what Julie preferred, Beth took two beers out of the fridge and led the way to a corner. For a moment the pair sat in companionable silence taking swigs from their bottles. Julie settled back, waiting for Beth to talk about the initiation, which she was sure she would be expected to undergo.
‘You’ll have noticed the security around here,’ Beth said, putting her bottle on the floor beside her. ‘Even with that, the house is never left unattended. We all take turns to be here throughout the day and night. There is always someone on duty. Especially,’ she leaned forward, ‘this week, which is why you have to sleep here.’
Seeing Julie’s puzzled look, she explained.
‘It’s the fraternities. They all have silly initiations. KAPPA LAMDA is the worst. The guys have to earn points to be allowed to join and they have a tradition of raiding our house. That earns them points,’ she added, as if Julie would understand. She didn’t, but she didn’t want to show herself up so soon, so she just nodded.
‘Great,’ Beth took a long draw from her beer. ‘Let’s meet some of the guys, grab something to eat and have an early night.’
By ten o’clock most of the girls had either left or gone to their rooms. Julie followed Beth upstairs and started to unpack her bag. Beth looked over her shoulder.
‘It gets hot here in the night, which is why we leave the window open. You’ll find it more comfortable just to wear panties and a t-shirt.’
It was, like Beth said, hot in the room and Julie was grateful for the breeze as she drifted off to sleep.
***
Looking back, as the girls huddled over their coffees in the early hours of the morning, Julie wasn’t sure what had woken her. Had it been the sudden gust of air or the weight of the body landing on her bed? Or could it have been the hands grabbing her under the sheet or the sudden brightness as Beth switched on the light? Or the screams from other bedrooms? Or the shrill blast of the whistle? Or the cries of RAID, RAID?
Whatever it was, Julie’s reaction had been instinctive. Brought up with a mischievous younger brother, she was used to being pounced on in the night and, as he grew older, having his hands fondle her. Except this guy wasn’t fondling her. He had his hands on her panties and was trying to pull them off. With speed and skill born of long practice, she grabbed the sheet, pulled it over her attacker and rolled off the bed. She landed on top of him, bringing her knee up as she did so and heard a satisfying groan as she contacted with his balls.
As she pulled her panties back into place, Beth rolled her assailant into the sheet and kicked him hard. Their bedroom door was thrown open and the president rushed in.
‘Just like we expected, a panties raid. We think we’ve got them all. Bring this one downstairs and we’ll see what we’ve got.’
With the lights in the house now blazing, Julie stared at the five young men who stood defiantly before them.
‘These pathetic specimens,’ the president explained to Julie, ‘aspire to join KAPPA LAMDA. They earn points in different ways. One of which is to steal a pair of panties. They get points for coming back with a pair and extra if they take them off one of us. It seems,’ she turned to the men, ‘that you won’t be earning any points for this raid.’
Julie stared at the man, no more than a boy really, who had attacked her. There was no doubt which he was: the tall one with the tousled blond hair and blue eyes. Her knee had made solid contact and his face still showed the pain. While she watched, he doubled over as another spasm of pain hit him.
‘That leaves just one thing for us to decide, ladies.’ The president was speaking again. ‘What punishment shall be exact for disturbing our sleep? Julie, you have acquitted yourself very well tonight, especially as this was your first raid. What do you suggest?’
Everyone waited. Julie knew that this was a test. The glance from the boy she had kneed pleaded that he had been punished enough, but she knew that the other girls were eager for revenge. She could not let them down. Suddenly an idea formed in her mind.
‘They’re so keen to get their hands on our panties, why don’t we see what they look like in them.’
The men stared in astonishment. This was not what they had expected.
‘And,’ Julie’s mind was racing now, ‘we can photograph them.’
‘And put it up on KL’s Facebook page,’ Beth chimed in.
‘And send them back wearing them,’ another girl added.
‘Wearing them and nothing else,’ Julie added hastily before anyone else high-jacked her idea.
Everyone waited in silence for the president’s decision.
‘Brilliant, Julie, I can see you will be a valuable member of our sorority. Ladies, strip them.’
The guys put up a fight, but outnumbered they stood no chance. Soon the girls were giggling at their embarrassment as they stood as proudly as they could, butt naked, with their cocks shrivelled. All, that is, except for the blond guy who had landed on Julie. His cock was as limp as the rest, but hung clear of his balls, thick and swinging gently from side to side.
‘Right,’ the president’s commanding voice brought everyone’s attention back to the task in hand. ‘Julie, this was your idea.’ She looked at Julie’s pale blue lace panties. ‘Who is going to wear those?’
Surprised at her lack of shyness, Julie slipped them over her hips to expose a neatly trimmed patch of hair. She held them out to the blonde.
‘Good choice,’ the president congratulated her. ‘They look like the largest any of us is wearing and this man is going to need the space.’
As the blonde struggled to tuck his tackle into the panties, the others looked around at the thongs and strings, wondering how they would fare.
Beth stepped out of her red thong and tossed it at a slim guy with black hair. A tall red-haired girl kicked her silver string at a muscled black guy whose cock had shrivelled so much that only the head was visible. ‘You won’t have any trouble getting into those she quipped.’ A fair haired guy with stubble found a plump girl helping him into a grey thong, while a Chinese girl handed her pink hipsters to the short guy with a thick matt of chest hair.
Soon, all five men were standing to attention wearing nothing but embarrassment looks and skimpy panties in various shades and designs as the girls began circling and taking photos. It was no surprise that the blonde, having the largest bulge, was getting the most attention.
‘I hope you’ve brought a spare pair,’ Beth teased Julie, ‘it looks like this guy may tear yours.’
The girls clustered around and the other men cast sidelong glances. There was no doubt, Julie’s panties were coming under strain and there was no doubt that the bulge was growing.
‘He obviously likes wearing women’s undies,’ Beth chirped. ‘Let’s see how he likes some stockings and a garter belt.’
‘Let’s see how they all like it,’ a voice from the back added.
‘No.’ The black guy spoke, drawing himself up to his full height and assuming as much dignity as he could with his balls bulging either side of the silver string. Timidly at first, but then more firmly as he sensed his companions’ support. ‘No, this has gone too far. You’ve had your fun. It’s time to let us go.’
But it was too late, girls were already heading back to their rooms to collect more of their clothes for the men.
‘Here,’ Beth thrust a black stockings and garter belt into Julie’s hands. ‘He’ll need some help getting these on. Guys only know how to get them off.’
Julie knelt before the blonde, her face level with the bulge that was threatening to rip her favourite panties. It twitched as she pulled Beth’s stocking up his slender legs. And as she reached round him to fasten the belt, she felt him pressing against her. Standing back, there was no missing the dark stain on the pale material.
The expressions on the men’s faces told of their humiliation as the girls circled to take more photographs. The blonde was struggling to control himself, his eyes desperately seeking out Julie and trying to plead silently with her. Her heart went out to this young man who had only been having a prank to get into his silly fraternity. Now he would be the laughing stock of the campus and beyond until KL realised what was happening and took down the pictures.
But if the guys had any hope that they could get back to their house and have the photos removed before anyone had seen them, they were shattered by the president.
‘We’ll put an appropriate selection of these on our website,’ she announced, ‘as a warning to any fraternity that wants to raid us again.’
Her steady glance at the blonde’s crotch left no doubt about what might form part of that selection. His cock had now forced itself straight, pushing hard as it tried to force itself past the elastic of the hem that was stretched tight across his hips.
Beth nudged Julie, who looked at her. Puzzled. Not for the first time, she wondered if this was part of her initiation. Was that why she had been given a bed under an open window, even though a raid was expected? Was it why she had been told to choose the punishment? Was that why Beth was now nudging her forward.
‘He’s yours,’ she whispered, ‘finish him off.’
Julie looked around. The other girls were waiting, no doubt to judge how she would react. But what should Julie do? Free his cock so he was more comfortable or pull the panties down to set him free? No, she was sure she would not earn any respect for that. A hand job? She knew enough to recognise a guy who wouldn’t last long, despite having his balls crushed earlier. A blow job? That might give him a chance to last longer and save his blushes a bit. She hoped the other girls would approve, so eager was she to be accepted here.
Kneeling, she eased her panties over his cock, relieved that they might survive the ordeal and eager not to set him off too quickly. His cock shot out, swaying from side the side. She licked her lips and lowered her head, taking him into her mouth, slowly, bathing his swollen member in her warm saliva. He moaned his appreciation. Then she bobbed, gently at first, trying not to put too much pressure until he had a chance to establish some control, then gradually faster and faster. Then, mainly to demonstrate her skill to her audience, she pulled back, leaving just a thin thread of saliva linking her mouth to his cock, before moving in again, this time with her teeth to nibble at his cock lips. His groans told her not to waste any more time, so she sucked him deep into her mouth. Feeling his cock twitching against the back of her throat, she pulled back in time for his cum to spray in the air, landing on her face. The flashes of the girls’ phones blinded her and she was knocked aside in a flurry of activity as the boys were pushed out in the night.
***
Life was quieter after that. Word spread of what had happened as copies of the photographs of the boys’ humiliation were passed around. She caught sight of the black guy once and she spotted her blond boy watching her a few times, but they did not approach and there was no reprisal raid. She wondered if the guys had got any points for going back with so much underwear. Or was it all too much of an embarrassment for the fraternity to accept them?
In the middle of the second week, Julie got a text from Beth telling her was needed at the house that evening. Expecting to be on security duty, she took her overnight bag, but Beth did not take her to a bedroom. Instead she led her to the attic office and gestured for her to enter. The president was sitting at a desk with five envelopes spread before her. She pointed to a chair and Julie obediently sat down.
‘Julie, you have only been a probationer for just over a week.’
So she wasn’t a member yet; she hadn’t been fully accepted.
‘That is normally far too soon to think about initiation. But we are agreed, after your resourcefulness and inventiveness during the raid, that you are ready.’
Julie couldn’t stop herself beaming with pleasure.
‘In these envelopes,’ the president waved her hand over them, ‘are five different tasks. You must choose one and, when you have successfully completed it, you will become a full member. For life,’ she added meaningfully.
Trusting her instincts, Julie pointed at the envelope on the far right. The president turned it over. On the back was the number 5.
‘Good choice,’ the president smiled. ‘That was my choice too.’ She walked round the desk and drew Julie confidentially to one side. ‘There is no time limit,’ she told her. ‘Some girls never complete the initiation and remain probationers for ever. My advice to you is to perform it as soon as you can.’
Julie wondered if she should open the envelope there and then, but decided to wait. As she turned to leave, the president called her back for a final piece of advice. ‘You may wonder how you can prove that you have completed your initiation. Don’t worry. I’ll be able to tell, by relying on my instinct.’
Beth was waiting for Julie on the stairs outside the office.
‘You don’t have to tell me,’ she breathed. ‘This is such an honour. I had to wait almost a year before I was ready for initiation and I still haven’t completed it. Let’s find a quiet corner and find out what task you’ve drawn.’
Settled together on a sofa, Julie open the envelope and took out a card. It bore the name of the sorority and underneath in smaller letter YOUR INITIATION. Beneath was written: ‘In order to become a full life member, she must complete the task on the back of this card.’
Julie turned the card over. On the back was written: ‘You must have full sexual intercourse with your father.’
She showed it to Julie, who stared first at the card and then at Julie.
‘This is a big honour, Julie. This sort of initiation is reserved for future presidents.’
Julie just felt sick. How could she ever do this? Even for the prize of high office, could she bring herself to have sex with her father? And what would he say if she suggested it?