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Sorority Fund Raiser (F+M, college)
by Corn53@aol.com
(c) 1998
"And this is Margie, the new pledge who agreed to help us
with our secret fund raising project."
The other girls in the sorority applauded Margie and welcomed
her into their sorority. Several cans were popped open as they
got ready to toast their newest member.
"I just learned about this fund raising idea from a friend at
national headquarters who was trying to help us find a way to keep
our chapter solvent. I don't have all the details yet, but Margie
agreed to help even though we don't know what's involved - except
a weekend away from campus occasionally." continued Beth, the
chapter president. "It's something in conjunction with Sigma
Fraternity. They don't have a chapter on our campus but they said
the girls who volunteer always go to a different campus in another
part of the state anyway."
"It sounds kind of exciting, like helping guys with their
fantasies or something," added Linda, the official Vice President
and unofficial Treasurer. "We have to keep it a secret, even from
the other pledges and sorority members who aren't on our
committee. This is not an approved fund raiser with the college
administration, of course, so we can't let them get wind of it.
And..." she paused to get complete silence and attention, "I was
told we could make $300 to $500 per volunteer per weekend if we
can keep it a total secret. If several of us volunteered twice a
month, we could earn a couple thousand dollars every month!"
"We could really help the orphans at Christmas this year,"
said Tammy.
"Right. There are lots of worthwhile projects we could help
with if we earn some extra money. Each time we make a 'sacrifice,'
we should remember we're helping others." reminded the ever-
smiling Linda, who also coordinated their charitable works.
"The volunteer won't know where she is assigned." said Beth,
"Now, get this: she has to agree to shave her pussy, if necessary,
and to keep quiet about whatever she is asked to do. I think they
have to dance in front of a fraternity or a bachelor party or
something like that. Nobody in the audience is allowed to see her
face and she is not allowed to see any of them either. The
fraternity or the customers might supply costumes or special
outfits for certain role playing situations. All we need are
clean panties and nighties. My friend told me that sometimes our
volunteers will perform in front of important people who need to
stay anonymous. Each volunteer will have between two and ten
assignments over a weekend."
"Doesn't that sound exciting?" asked Linda. "Maybe when
Margie gets back she could tell us about it and more of us could
volunteer. We could get a real sorority house like those stuck up
bitches in 'Eat-a-Beeta,'" their nickname for the rich, preppy
sorority.
"Right." "Good idea." "I'd like to try it." "I already
shave anyway." and other comments from most of the girls told
Margie that some of them were jealous of her upcoming adventure.
Margie was getting butterflies in her stomach just thinking
of the possibilities, but worried, too. "How do I know they won't
know me, or hurt me, or get cum in me?"
Beth explained, "My friend at national connected me with Joe,
and that's not his real name by the way, who works out the
arrangements for the Sigmas, and he said the girl is blindfolded
before leaving our campus and takes a ride - usually 1 to 3 hours
- with a representative from the fraternity. Before they get to
the motel or wherever the appointments are, they put a ski mask on
over her blindfold. The ski mask will have the eyes sewn shut,
but the mouth is left open."
"Once inside the motel she will have an hour or so to freshen
up and put on her first costume - usually lingerie or a nightgown,
but maybe a mini-skirt, or school girl outfit, or even some
bondage outfit. It depends on the customers' requests. When the
guys or a man or whomever the customers are arrive, she is
blindfolded again, puts the ski mask over the blindfold, and is
led into the party room and does whatever they tell her to do. A
person from the fraternity will be with her at all times to make
sure nobody hurts her or cums in her and so forth."
"Then Joe told me that their fraternity gets forty percent of
the money for making arrangements, providing security and
transportation, and finding and screening customers. Our sorority
gets sixty percent after expenses, and the girl gets to keep any
tips. He said that depending how cute and playful the girl is we
could clear at least $300.00 to $600.00 in a weekend per girl.
Tips could be over $100.00 per weekend - better than any of our
cafeteria jobs! I think you'll all agree, Margie is really
cute."
Dawn, the only grad student in the sorority, passed out some
more beer as they cheered for Margie again. All of the girls were
cute - each in their own way.
Beth held up her hand for attention. "Here's the reason for
tonight's secret council meeting and party: Joe is coming over to
check us out. He wants to see Margie and possible future
volunteers, including me and Linda of course - see us do a strip-
tease dance. Get this, girls. He said, 'I'll need to see how well
the volunteers can strip and follow directions.' Does that sound
like snow job or what?"
Beth, the red headed psych major, was president of the
sorority partly because of her infectious humor and good looks,
but mainly because she had a knack for keeping everybody happy.
"Solve a problem before anyone realizes there is a problem," was
her motto. The other girls admired her for winning the campus
tennis tournament last year, and for her bright, red hair and
clear complexion. They didn't yet appreciating her talent for
getting others to cooperate.
She continued, "That's why I asked each of you to bring some
of your sexiest outfits. First we'll shave Margie. She'll be our
'sacrificial lamb' for this project. Then, anyone who want's to
volunteer will also get shaved when the time comes, if that's what
the customers want. We'll all dress up in our sexiest lingerie
and be ready for Joe and his friend when they get here in about an
hour. Now, who will help Linda shave Margie?"
Several of the sorority girls said they would be glad to
help. Someone suggested that while two or three did the shaving
the rest of them could practice their exotic dancing and
stripping. Music began to shake the windows as the girls got into
the swing of this fund raising project.
The usually shy Tammy stripped first, trying to prove she was
as brave as the others. In less than half a song she was naked
prancing around, showing off her firm breasts and already well
trimmed pussy. At five feet, nine she was acknowledged as having
the best legs. Her small pink nipples bounced to the heavy metal
beat.
Beth said, "Your breasts are almost like two ice cream cones,
sticking straight out, waiting for someone to take a bite!"
"Your breasts are like cantilevered springs we talked about
in physics, stick straight out into space without need of support.
And no crease underneath even when you're dancing." added Dawn,
who was swirling her mixed drink. "Maybe I could rub these ice
cubes on your nipples and make them stick out even farther."
The man who lived next door and owned both houses was glad
they had forgotten to close their shades. He didn't complain
about the noise even though it bothered him, because he liked the
view - lots of views. This year the girls renting the house next
to him were always forgetting to close their shades. Of course,
taking the rollers out of the curtain rods before the new semester
started was a stroke of genius in his own opinion.
He didn't care if they were late on the rent once in a while.
"Maybe this summer I can put in those microphones and mini-cameras
I've been reading about" he thought aloud as he sat in the dark
enjoying Tummy's dancing. He was wondering what they were doing
with the girl wearing only a blouse sitting on the edge of the
dining room table with her back to him. He could see that her
knees were apart and her feet were propped up on the arms of two
chairs. A girl was sitting in each of the two chairs. There were
towels and washcloths on their laps and they were looking intently
between the sitting girl's spread legs.
At first he was worried they were going to perform a home
abortion but all the laughter and joking around betold a much
lighter explanation. "Probably some kind of college initiation
rite or something," he thought, glad his wife had gone to play
Bingo.
"Tweety!" Laughed the girls with some enthusiastic applause,
"You should take longer to strip. Your Mom was right, Tammy. You
move faster that a little birdie!" they roared, popping open some
more beer. "You show her, Angie. At least take two songs to get
completely stripped! Keep your eyes closed and pretend you're
blindfolded." Angela and Tammy began dancing together, sometimes
holding hands so they wouldn't bump into each other while
pretending to be blindfolded.
Dawn shook her long dark hair, set down her drink, and began
digging into her gym bag size purse, getting out some of her
lingerie. The other girls started getting out their night gowns,
too, changing to the music.
"Sure beats HBO." thought Mr. Thomas, enjoying the show from
twenty feet away, peeking between the blinds in his living room.
"Even the Playboy channel, I bet."
He watched as Linda and her helper, Stephanie, finished
their shaving duties and had Margie walk around to show everybody
her 'baby fresh' pussy. The girls asked her to pose in some very
awkward and provocative positions. Now he could see what they had
been doing. And he approved, unzipping his pants.
Someone turned down the music. The other girls all looked
closely. Some wanted to touch it. Although self conscious at
first, Margie soon relaxed around the older girls, glad to be
officially part of their group without having to do all that silly
pledge stuff. Although she was self conscious when they asked her
to put her feet apart, spread her fanny open and bend over as far
as she could, it was also good opportunity to show them how limber
she was after her dancing classes last semester.
"Margie's blond bush was so fine, you can't even tell she
shaved." said Stephanie
"Get dressed up, Margie. We'll blindfold you and watch you
strip and give you some 'directions.' Dawn might even have some
toys in her purse for you to play with." laughed one of the other
girls.
"I'll tell you what to do with it." laughed Dawn. "Or maybe
we should use them on her." A few of the girls envied Dawn's
courage when she went in to adult bookstores to buy various
battery toys. One of the jealous sorority sisters teased her by
suggesting that she switch her major to electrical engineering.
Margie felt the excitement building inside her as she danced.
And, it tickled her when the girls felt her baby-bald lips. But
she was beginning to worry about making embarrassing noises if the
girls made her cum. She had always made a loud moans when she
reached orgasm. Just thinking about the times her little brother
teased her about it when she used to masturbate at home made her
blush. After the incident when he put a tape recorder under her
bed and then blackmailed her, she decided to keep quiet if at all
possible. She had learned to keep quiet after she heard the tape,
but consciously trying to keep quiet also made it more difficult
to cum.
"I'm glad he only wanted to watch me masturbate three years
ago." She was reminiscing to herself, thinking that after the
first time he watched her stroke herself till she came, she didn't
even mind it. Those old memories were also turning her on.
"Jump up and down I said!" Linda intruded on her reveries.
"Make them bounce!"
The girls blindfolded her after she put on her sheer, white
nightie with matching, short, baggy panties which fit like a
skirt. For a special effect they helped her put on lacy ankle
socks and high heeled shoes. As she wobbled around in the midst
of their cheering circle, with the rock music blaring again, there
was a loud knock at the door.
"Leave that on." said Linda, referring to the blindfold. "It
must be Joe. Just dance in the middle while we bring him in.
Keep wiggling that beautiful butt and those big titties!"
Joe came in with two fraternity friends, each with a big gym
bag, to go over arrangements and to check out the girls who might
be interested in helping with the fund raiser. Joe held a case of
beer in one hand, to help with negotiations. They were happily
surprised to see the beautiful, blindfolded Margie dancing in the
midst of five other pretty girls - all six of them wearing only
nighties. Officers Linda, Stephanie, and the petite Beth were
still dressed. As usual, Stephanie had on a baggy sweat shirt and
jeans. Except for her pretty face and long blond hair the flat
chested Stephanie could have passed for a 12 year old boy.
Grinning broadly, the three young men looked around as if
they had just discovered gold.
"Bring them some beer." directed Dawn, who usually took
charge of bartending duties. Also, since she was over 21 she
bought the liquor for sorority functions and special meetings like
this. Several scantily clad sorority sisters hopped up to
retrieve some cold ones and to put the new case in the frige. She
motioned for another girl to turn down the stereo so they could
talk.
Beth and Linda showed them to the seats around the ring and
scooted one of the girls over a seat so they could sit next to
them to discuss business. Margie kept dancing, trying to stay
closer to the men so she could hear what was going on.
"Pull your panties down to your knees and keep dancing.
Don't let them fall off or touch the floor." said Roger, without
preamble, "Pretend I'm one of the customers at a bachelor party.
You have to do whatever I tell you to do. And pretend you really
enjoy doing it."
Margie had some difficulty at first because she liked to turn
and bend while she danced. Several times she had to reach down
and catch her panties to keep them from falling.
"Don't touch them with your hands. In fact, why don't you
put your hands up over your head." said Roger, still pretending to
be an eager, attentive customer. "Wave your arms in the air."
"Good job, Margie." said one of her new sorority sisters.
"You look great."
Margie was feeling Margie was feeling strange. She was shy
and quiet by nature but seemed pleased by how quickly she was
making friends. She really wanted to be in the sorority and was
glad to be appreciated, even praised, by her new friends. But
this didn't account for the tingly feelings she was beginning to
feel all over. Dancing in high heels with her sheer, baggy, silk
panties down to her knees was truly exciting her. The short
nightie exposed her newly bald pussy, since it only went down to
her belly button.
"Dance over here closer to us, Margie." said Roger, "We want
to pat your bottom to show how much we like your dancing. The
harder we pat, the more we like your dancing."
As she danced closer to Roger, Joe, and the other guy she
felt her bottom being patted by female hands. Then a hard smack
and a whooping, "Good Job!" both stung and made her feel good at
the same time.
After a few minutes of dancing with her knees apart, getting
smacked on her bottom, sometimes hard, she felt her panties slip
down to her ankles. She didn't dare bring her arms down to pick
them up so she continued to dance in place.
"OK" said Joe, "Step out of your panties now and dance right
in front of me. That's it. Keep your hands up high. Put your
feet a little farther apart."
Then to the crowd he said, "I'm going to see if she can
follow directions."
To Margie, "Dance closer to me. I'm going to hold my finger
out and I want you to slide back and forth on it. Pretend it's
the top of a chair. It won't go in you. Just slide back and
forth to rub yourself. You're doing great." he said as she began
sliding forward and back on his outstretched finger.
As she started sliding she was surprised to feel how wet she
was. She had never done anything so "public" before and couldn't
believe how much she was enjoying it. The other girls were
encouraging her.
As she continued to hump Joe's finger, Roger began to explain
to the sorority committee some of the safeguards in their program
along with some words of caution. Margie continued to dance and
slide on the finger. The other girls continued to slap her fanny
occasionally.
THE FUND RAISING PROGRAM
"Two weekends each month we can use from 1 to 5 volunteers in
this program. It's all cash and there can be no paperwork. If
you keep track of who volunteers you've got to call it baby
sitting, or tutoring, or something like that. As cute as all of
you are, your sorority could easily earn over a thousand dollars
per month." explained Roger. He stopped a moment to reach up and
feel Margie's large breasts which seemed to dance on their own.
Joe pulled his finger away to let Margie turn around while
she danced again. He smelled his finger, then put it in his mouth
as if tasting the brownie mix. "Excellent." was the young
connoisseur's succinct verdict.
Roger continued, "We'll try to have an idea of what the key
customer is looking for. As you know different guys have
different preferences, and we'll try to get a feel for the type of
girl they want - like petite or tall, hairy or clean shaven, large
or small breasted, and so forth. We'll let you know a few days
ahead and see who you want to assign for each request. There are
two other colleges doing this with us so far, but of course we
can't say who they are. Tonight we'll take pictures of each of
you with the ski masks on holding a number in front of you. We'll
try some different outfits, too, which we will show our potential
customers. You could pose without a ski mask and we'll blur the
faces back in our darkroom.
"Each girl will get a stage name to use during the sessions.
She might have 2 to 5 assignments over the weekend starting Friday
night. Girls will get back to campus by noon on Sunday. And, like
I explained to Beth, each girl will be assigned a guardian to make
sure that nobody hurts her and that nobody cums in her pussy. The
girls don't have to have intercourse at all, but may if they
choose to. So, you could do this and still stay a virgin."
Several of the girls laughed at this remark... but several
others didn't. They just smiled.
Joe continued, "But, if the girl doesn't mind tasting a
little cum, she will get almost twice the money in tips."
"Margie looks perfect," slapping her bottom again, "And she's
great at following directions and not talking. It actually looked
like she enjoyed rubbing herself on Roger's fingers, didn't it?"
Brian held his finger out to try the same thing.
"She sure is fooling me!" laughed president Beth. "I would
think she loves it if I didn't know better. What a great
actress!" and all the girls laughed at Margie dutifully humping
Brian's finger.
"You sure are doing great, Margie. It excites me that you
seem to enjoy following my instructions. I would even like it if
you made some noises of pleasure." Brian said.
Margi was relieved to hear this. Now she could relax and
enjoy what happening and pretend she was pretending.
"Moan like you really like it." suggested Roger.
"Ummmm" said Margie as she picked up speed to match the new
song.
"There are rules for the customers, too." Joe continued.
"They are not allowed to say anything negative to our girls, like
some of those rude guys we've seen in go-go joints." shaking his
head in disbelief and embarrassment about some members of his
gender. "I can't believe what some guys say. How dumb can they
be? If they happen to like girls with big breasts they shouldn't
put down the girls with firm tight little breasts like Roger here
likes. God. Why can't they keep their big mouths shut?"
"And if the girl says 'No.' or 'Stop.' then they have to stop
whatever they are trying to do or our fraternity guard will step
in." added Roger, "Our chaperone will always be nearby if not in
the same room. Some guys like to spank, and that's OK if it's OK
with the girl, but they can't spank so hard that it really hurts."
"I have a confession." interjected vice president Linda,
starting to feel the beer. "I danced at a go-go joint in Virginia
Beach one summer. I told Mom I was working at a restaurant. Made
enough to pay for the whole year of college. It was fun, but some
guys really pissed me off. They teased me because they thought my
tits were too small or my ass was too big or something like that.
As if they were handsome or something, which they weren't. They
were as ugly as they were stupid! Other guys said they loved my
tits! What do you think, Joe?" and Linda lifted her loose blouse
without unbuttoning it to expose a firm pair of 'B's with erect,
pink nipples.
Joe lost his train of thought, staring at Linda's small, but
beautiful firm tits. The usually soft-spoken Linda impressed
everyone with her outburst. They already knew about her dancing
'secret which she 'confessed' after every six-pack, but they
didn't know how strongly she felt about some of tactless pricks
who watched her.
"Well, like Joe said, we screen the customers to make sure
they understand our rules, and we get the money up front. One of
us stays nearby to protect the girl." Roger tried to get the
meeting back on track.
"And another thing," interjected Brian, "Like Joe said, the
volunteer doesn't have to accept cum in her mouth, but she will
probably get better tips if she does. And even if she does accept
cum in her mouth, she doesn't have to swallow. She doesn't have
to do it. The customers will know this ahead of time. As far as
they know before the session, they will have to wack themselves
off or let the girl stoke them till they cum - like with baby
oil."
"We'll do a private survey and interview with each of you.
And, we'll be glad to practice with any of you tonight who want to
improve your blow job techniques. We brought prizes in case any
of you could make us cum. Right Joe?"
Laughing, Joe replied, "Well, sure. Later. We'll also want to
taste each of you - kind of an aptitude test. But, right now we
need to inspect each of you and get some pictures and do our
private interviews. We've got all evening to practice giving
directions, teaching you to dance blindfolded, taking pictures,
trying on outfits, and so forth. There's no rush. We'll be
working together for the next few years if this works out like
we're planning. Any new girls that you trust to bring into our
group will need to get photographed and trained first, too. maybe
some of you will need some 'advanced training' for some of the
bondage or spanking things."
Joe had been getting out his camera and setting up the tripod
while he talked. There was a box of assorted band-aids in his
camera bag. "We'll put bandaids over any tattoos for the pictures
and also for our customer sessions. We don't want to risk
anyone's identity. Back in my darkroom I'll blur your faces
except for your smiles. Nobody will be able to recognize your
faces. Or, if you want, you can wear a ski mask for the
pictures."
"What's your name?" Roger asked Stephanie. "Are you going to
leave that sweat shirt on all night?"
"Well, no, but I don't have a bra on and there are so many
people in here. Oh, and my name is
Stephanie. I forgot to bring my nightie."
"Are you going to help with this fund raising project?" asked
Joe.
While Joe was talking with Stephanie, Brian led Margie over
to pose in front of the bedroom door. He helped her put the ski
mask over her head. Several girls went to help dress and
position her. They were beginning to feel her up along with
Brian, just to help train her, of course. Several of the girls
seemed to enjoy feeling her baby-bald pussy, pretending they were
just curious. This left Joe and Roger alone with the petite
Stephanie.
Stephanie confided to Joe and Roger, "Yes, I want to help
with the project but I'm worried that nobody will want me. I'm so
flat chested."
"Put your hands at your sides and let me feel you. I bet
that baggy sweat shirt is hiding something." said Roger. "I
really like girls who look like they are just reaching puberty.
We could dress you like a school girl. Take off those shoes and
Jeans so we can check you out."
Smiling self consciously, Stephanie sat down to untie her
running shoes and pull her socks off. She unsnapped her jeans and
looked at the two men for confirmation to continue. Joe and
Roger, were nodding approval so she pulled her pants down
revealing her size 4 sheer, silky white panties with floral
embroidery. Although the panties were very sheer no pubic hair
showed through. She lifted the front of her sweat shirt a few
inches and looked down to see what they were looking at.
Somewhat embarrassed, she said, "Oh, I just had a little tuft
of blond hair. In high school I found Mom's electrolysis thing in
the bathroom, and experimented with it, removing some of my hairs.
I don't know why, just playing around I guess. Anyway, I removed
some hairs each week. Now I'm almost totally bald there so we
won't even have to shave me."
Roger repeated his instructions, "Put your hands at your
sides and let me feel you." When her hands were at her sides and
she was smiling at him expectantly, he walked around behind her
and knelt down. He reached his hands around in front and began
feeling her up and down - on her panties, up under her sweat shirt
and all the way down her legs, occasionally pausing to kiss her
pert fanny.
"Put your feel apart. That's a good little girl." He began
feeling between her legs delighting to detect a hint of moistness
through her panties. "Now put your hands on your head and I'm
going to pull these panties down below your knees. Don't let them
fall off or I'll have to spank!" he teased, giving her a pat on
the bottom. He pulled her panties down below her knees, kissed
her fanny, and began feeling her from head to toe.
"How tall are you, Stephanie?"
"Five feet with shoes on."
"How much do you weigh, little girl? Try to act like a
little, 14 year old girl."
"Umm, I weigh almost a hundred with my clothes on, Mister.
Mommy said I shouldn't let boys touch me there." trying to keep a
straight face while answering in her soft, little girl voice.
Of course, Roger continued to feel her small, firm titties
and peach fuzz pussy, but not putting his finger into the
slippery, opening. Not yet, at least. "Oh, Mister, You're making
me feel so funny, like I have to tinkle. Oh, Mister." as she
squirmed back and forth, giggling.
He kissed her pale fanny again, noting the tan legs which
made her white fanny even more angelic.
"Stephanie, you're doing such a good job of pretending to be
a little girl and pretending to enjoy what you're doing. I'm sure
we'll get lots of requests for you, too. I'm going to call Bill
and have him bring our schoolgirl outfits over tonight so we can
get some pictures. Now take your sweat shirt off and stand beside
me while I call Bill. Don't let your panties fall down while you
walk over here."
He held her hand and walked over to the phone on the wall by
the kitchen door. After dialing the number he began fondling
Stephanie's tiny, size A breasts. "Hi Bill, it's me Roger."
To Stephanie, "Put your hands on your head again, young
lady."
"Get the school girl outfit together, maybe a cheerleader
skirt, and a few other sets of clothes. Come on over and help us
with these sorority girls. They are going to practice their blow
job skills later and we might need you to help with that, too.
You can study your physiology later. Bring the 'Junior High' book
set for Little Stephanie here. I'm going to let her invite you to
come over while I kiss her titties." and he handed Stephanie the
phone to ad lib an invitation.
While Roger kissed her titties, which were not much more than
tiny pink nipples on her pubescent looking bumps, she said,
"Please, Bill, come over and play with us. Roger said we have to
practice giving blow jobs and I don't know how to do it. Maybe
you could tell me what to do. Please mister I want to learn.
Please, Bill, I'll try to do whatever you say," ending with a
giggle.
Beth came back over and was standing next to Roger, listening
to the exchange. "Stephanie, you should join the drama club. You
even make me want to play with you." She laughed and patted
Stephanie's fanny. Stephanie could feel her excitement building
and was now glad she skipped her own study group meeting in the
library.
"OK. I will. Thanks mister. I'm looking forward to meeting
you. Bye." Then addressing the people around her, Stephanie said,
"Bill is on his way over. He said he would be glad to help with
my education. Such a kind man."
Joe attempted to restore some semblance of order to the fund
raising committee meeting again, "Roger, bring the little
Stephanie back over to the meeting. Maybe she could sit on your
lap while we go over some loose ends." chuckling at his own corny
humor.
"Can I please sit on your lap, Roger. I promise to be good."
said Stephanie, the actress, with her hands back on top of her
head. "Should I go put my hair in pig tails? Then I could pass
for twelve I bet."
"Yes, pigtails. Put on this blindfold and come over and sit
on my lap. Before Bill gets here we'll put your hair in pig
tails, and you can answer the door with just your sweat shirt and
gym shoes on. Maybe you could even run out to his car and help
him bring in the clothes."
"OK. I'll just have to remember not to bend over when I'm
outside. Mommy wouldn't want anybody to see my little girl
parts!" Stephanie giggled again as she was being led back to the
committee meeting.
Brian, Margie, and the other girls came over to the circle of
chairs, more eager than ever to get started on this fund raiser.
Two of the guys ordered soft drinks but most of the girls grabbed
another beer. Pre-teen Stephanie ordered a rum and coke from Dawn,
since she could not see. (And because she liked the way Dawn
always made such strong drinks.) Joe was finding it difficult to
concentrate with four naked girls, and two more almost naked.
Linda and Beth were the only two still dressed. They looked at
Joe to continue. Someone turned the music down so everybody could
hear, while Joe reviewed his penciled notes. The was P - A - R -
T - Y in the air, even with the softer music. Everyone wanted to
conclude the business portion of the meeting quickly, tacitly
agreeing not to adhere to Robert's Rules of Order.
"No drugs." said Joe, "except maybe some beer if it's a
bachelor party. And don't tell anybody your real name or what
sorority you're in. Let's see, um, I already explained about
them not cumming in you unless they are wearing a condom. Well,
it's OK if they cum in your mouth if you agree. We'll have
mouthwash available if you want to use it. And there might be
other girls at the parties. If some of the guys want you to play
with another girl you can decide if you want to or not. I talked
this over with Roger and Jack, I mean Brian, on the way over and
we thought we would blindfold each of you and see if you could
tell if its a guy or a girl eating you. You don't have to do
this, but then again, the tips will be bigger if you do it. At
the most it would probably be a dozen guys eating you - one after
the other. Then you could suck them off or use your hands. It's
really your choice how they get to cum. If they seem pushy or
rude, let them jack off themselves."
"Our fraternity guard will collect tips throughout the
session. There is another sorority doing this at a different
college, so you might be working with a girl you never met and
won't ever meet again. As part of our rules, you can't even know
what other girls you're working with - they may or may not be in
your own sorority."
"You can take your books with you to study alone in your
hotel between appointments, but you can't go outside to see what
city you're in, or make phone calls, or stuff like that. You'll
just have to make your excuses before leaving so nobody gets
suspicious." Joe continued, checking his notes with difficulty,
his excitement obvious - even while sitting.
"While we practice doing some of these things tonight, it's
important not to be embarrassed about doing things in front of
each other. That's how we'll learn to do a better job. Remember,
'we're just pretending to enjoy this.' We might ask you to do
some strange things tonight, but it's just for practice. Of
course we aren't enjoying this or anything," and he laughed at his
own bold-faced lie.
Everyone laughed, the sexual tension building.
"We need three volunteers to try the first game. Prizes. We
brought some prizes to make this a real game." He reached into
his gym bag and got out some shrink-wrapped boxes with vibrators
and other toys. "You'll be blindfolded and then two of us and two
of the girls will eat you and you have to guess which ones are
guys and which ones are girls." Five girls raised their hands
immediately, volunteering to be eaten. Everybody was still
laughing, pretending they were pretending - self-conscious, but
horny as hell. Dawn's curiosity was piqued - seeing a toy she
didn't already have in her collection, wondering how it worked.
"Beth and Linda, before we blindfold anybody else, you two
need to do a strip tease to this song and then play with each
other. You've been dressed entirely too long. Us guys'll get
partly undressed, too." said Roger, setting the petite Stephanie
onto the couch beside him as he kicked off his loafers and stood
up.
Beth and Linda looked at each other and nodded. They
couldn't very well break the flow of this project by balking in
front of the underclassmen. They stood and kissed in the center
of the ring, swaying to an Eagles 'oldie' on the radio. Beth
flipped her long red hair back. The girls cheered their leaders.
"All right, Beth! Three cheers for Beth and Linda!"
"I'm just doing this to help the orphanage." said Beth, as
she started to unbutton Linda's blouse, massaging her vice
president's large breasts.
Not to be outdone, Linda reached right for Beth's crotch and
began rubbing through her jeans, while still tongue kissing.
"Ungh, I want to help the orphanage, too," and she opened her
mouth wider.
"Are they pretending or not?" asked Margie, glad to have her
blindfold off. She was imagining Beth's hands on her breasts and
began discretely rubbing herself. Then she remembered how Brian
had been helping her pose - putting his hands all over her... even
into her. Margie slipped one hand under her silky panties to
stroke her sensitive, newly-bald pussy. All of the girls and guys
were enjoying Beth's and Linda's dance, wanting to join in.
Roger took off his jeans and t-shirt, his excitement
straining against his blue boxer shorts with soccer balls all
over them. He pulled Stephanie back onto his lap, kissing her on
the lips. He whispered into her ear, "You can't see what's going
on so I'll practice kissing with you." He began fondling her
small, breasts - white as paper against her tan stomach.
"Oh mister, you make me feel so funny. Like I'm tingling
inside." opening her knees as she giggled again, enjoying the role
playing.
Meanwhile the dancing girls were down to their bras and
panties, a wet spot clearly showing on Beth's pink bikinis.
Beth's skin was mottled - glowing redder than her hair, more
freckles now visible. Her thousands of light freckles twinkling
with the flush of passion. They were still kissing, breaking only
to remove a shoe or pants. Beth's smaller breasts supported on
top of the shorter vice president's "C-cups." Beth finished
unbuttoning Linda's blouse and let it fall to the floor, not
wasting a moment, to put her lips around the hard, pink, left
nipple. Linda tilted her head back and moaned. Both girls were
smiling, barely aware of their peers, lost in new sensations.
"I wonder if they are pretending." Dawn's facetious question
made everyone laugh, not mean laughter... more like a release of
anxiety as each of the sisters came to grips with their changing
sexual perceptions and desires.
Everyone was touching themselves, pretending to adjust their
scanty clothing, mesmerized by the dancers. When the song ended,
Dawn took charge again by saying, "Dibs on the john." and headed
for the only downstairs bathroom with her purse in hand.
Remarks such as: "We're listening for buzzing sounds, Dawn!"
and "Why are you taking your purse?" indicated to the guys that
maybe it wasn't just used beer that precipitated the urgent visit
to the bathroom.
"When is Bill getting here?" Stephanie asked, still
blindfolded. She couldn't sit still any longer.
"Run out and check, Stephanie." Linda joked, trying to appear
as if she was only acting. "Let's put on a CD or change stations.
We need some faster music." She was now standing up against
Beth's back, fondling her breasts in an embrace over Beth's arms,
not ready to stop pretending just yet. Beth's captive arms were
straight down behind her back, allowing all of her fingers to
tickle Linda's panties while enjoying Beth's hands on her breasts.
"Put your sweat shirt and running shoes on and we'll watch
for Bill." said Roger, also standing. He removed the blindfold,
and unabashedly fondled Stephanie's firm buds again.
Stephanie was ready as a car pulled up outside. Her hair was
now in two "little girl" pig tails and her sweat shirt reached
down below her hips. There were several other college houses on
the block so parking was at a premium. Bill parked 3 houses down.
"Try not to bend over, Stephanie." reminded Roger as she ran
down to meet Bill. Fortunately there were only a few older people
still outside for their evening stroll an hour after sunset. As
she jogged down the street her sweat shirt bounced in back to
reveal those beautiful, white buns.
"Hi, Bill, I'm so glad you came over to tutor me." said
Stephanie in her little girl voice as he turned around to open the
back door of the Dodge.
He turned and looked at her, pushed his glasses up, scratched
his beard and said softly, "Wow."
The open car door screened Stephanie from the man walking his
dog across the street. She lifted her sweat shirt a few inches to
show Bill her pale, hairless pussy. "I'm just a little girl and
have so much to learn. I'll try to do whatever you tell me. I
really want to learn."
"Wow." He pulled out a small suitcase and headed back the
way Stephanie had come. She took his hand. Stephanie's walk was
almost a skip.
"What are you going to teach me, Bill?"
"Umm, umm." hummed the tongue-tied Bill. Stephanie was
amused that he tried to hold in his pot-belly as they walked to
the sorority house.
While Bill and Stephanie were coming back to the house, Joe
was rearranging the furniture, putting the seat pillows from the
couch in the middle of the floor. At random he picked Linda to
lay down on her back and motioned everyone to sit in the circle.
"Spread you legs. Raise your knees and let them drop open.
That's it. I'm going to tickle your panties with this. Umm, it's
the... first prize in the girl-girl dancing contest. Yea, that's
it, first prize."
Linda noticed that eyes sparkled when he laughed.
"Yes, sir. Be careful. I think my panties may be damp.
Probably perspiration from dancing." Her lie was so obvious that
she laughed and said, "Just joking. Is this wide enough?"
Dawn was back, dexterously putting batteries in "first
prize." As she handed the prize to Joe she said, "Armed and
ready, sir!" Then she boldly reached out with her fingers and
stroked Linda lightly on her panties right between her legs. "I
just wanted to copy what President Beth was doing a minute ago."
She would have continued to fondle her friend's panties but Joe
motioned for her to sit on the couch.
Bill came in with Stephanie leading him by the hand. He held
the suitcase in front of him to hide his 'growing enthusiasm' for
this project. He walked in, looked around, and just stood there
a minute, mouth open.
"Here. I brought the clothes." finally using words as he
sat down the suitcase and rearranged his trousers with a quick
bend at the hips.
"We'll have the girls try those on in a minute, Bill. I'm
having the girls practice following directions right now. Come
over and sit down."
After Bill was sitting on the couch next to Dawn, Joe said,
"We'll put the cushions back onto he couch after we practice some
'eating.' Let me introduce Beth, the sorority president, who is
going to eat Linda, the vice-president, right after I tickle Linda
with the vibrator for a minute. I want to get her nice and juicy.
Then four of us will eat her and she is going to try to tell
whether its a boy or girl doing it."
Then, like a choir director, he motioned for everyone to
stand. "Let me demonstrate how obedient these good little girls
can be, before Dawn gets you a drink. Girls, stand up. Good.
Now face away from Bill. Good. Now pull down your panties to your
ankles. Very good! Put your hands on your fannys and pull your
cheeks apart. Excellent. Now bend over and see how far open you
can pull your cute asses. Hold it."
He continued to rub the noisy little vibrator on Linda's
panties as he gave stage directions to his choirgirls. "Stand up
now ladies. Pull up your panties. Very good. Watch me." Then,
raising the vibrator like a baton, the youthful conductor directed
them to sit. They all sat in perfect unison, trying to help Joe
impress Bill.
"See how wet Linda's panties are getting, girls? Even her
body is pretending to enjoy this, like tears in a movie star."
The music was still turned down from the earlier erotic
dancing of Linda and Beth. "Before I take these wet panties off
our lovely vice president, I want to ask for volunteers." Then,
lowering his voice as if in conspiracy, he said, "Girls, Bill here
has never had a blow job. Would anyone be willing to practice on
him so maybe someday he could be one of the trainers like Brian,
Roger, and me?"
Most of the girls raised their hands, including the recumbent
vice president. They chuckled at Bill's sudden, profound change
in complexion - almost glowing red, his smile reaching his ears.
He also looked away from Margie's tits, another indication of his
discomfiture.
"I'll show him!" said several girls, waving their arms,
giggling their enthusiasm for Joe's challenge.
Having never participated in any kind of sport, Bill doubted
his stamina. However, he was certainly 'up' for an altruistic
cause like this. "I'll do whatever I can to help the cause." he
humbly offered.
"Beth, come her and help me pull off these wet panties.
Roger, put the blindfold on her. Brian, see if you can get one of
the ski masks out of my gym bag. It's in there." pointing to the
dining room. "Close those blinds while you're in there."
"While two of you practice on Bill, I'll need 2 volunteers to
help two of us guys eat Linda." He pointed to two of the girls
who raised their hands while Brian adjusted the mask and blindfold
on Linda. While Bill went into the dining room with Dawn and
Margie, Beth pulled the wet panties off Linda and stroked her
thighs with long fingernails. She was waiting anxiously for the
signal to start.
Joe disappointed her by motioning for Tammy to come over
behind him. Joe was going to go first. "Turn up the music." said
Roger. The volunteer 'eaters' shuffled positions - even 'double
shuffled' to further deceive Linda, who was anxiously "laying in
wait" for the contest to start.
Roger went first, teasing Linda's lips with the tip of his
tongue - up and down slowly - making her wait a full minute before
reaching her inner folds and finally her button. To further
confuse the contestant, Joe directed Tammy and Roger to fondle her
breasts while pulling Linda's arms up over her head. They pulled
her arms so taut her breasts were reduced to size "A" with rock-
hard nipples begging to be pinched.
After two minutes, Joe tapped Roger on the shoulder. Instead
of moving though, Roger held one hand up behind his back raising
a finger to request another minute.
Next was Beth. While Joe held her long red hair behind her
head, Beth pursed her lips at the top of Linda's slit and kissed
her gently. After blowing softly to air cool the hot pussy, she
thrust her tongue into Linda as far as it would go....
Meanwhile, in the dining room, Bill closed the blinds, noting
the hardware was in need of repair.
"That thing never has worked right since we moved in," said
Dawn. "It's like it's stuck in the open position."
"Oh well," said Bill. "I've got it now." and he forced the
curtains together, snapping a knot loose somewhere inside. "It's
stuck closed now!" unintentionally upsetting the nearby landlord.
"What should we do?" asked Margie. "I've always been
interested in acting and was in a play in high school. Do you
want us to pretend we're 'innocent' or 'slutty' or something?"
"I don't care." said Bill, matter of factly. "Whatever.
Maybe you could think of some 'roles.'"
"Ohhh. Good idea." as Dawn now took charge. "I'll be the
'lady of the house,' and Margie here is my 'visiting friend' and
you can be the 'neighbor boy' who just finished cutting the grass.
We'll pretend that we're giving you a 'reward' for doing such a
good job trimming along the flower beds! OK?"
"Jesus! I'd be glad to trim your flower beds, Dawn!"
"Now, just shut up and stand there. We'll even unfasten your
belt." She motioned for Margie to kneel and unfasten Bill's belt.
"Oh, Billy. It looks like you're ready for your reward!"
exclaimed Margie. "You just stand still. Your muscles are
probably so tired from all that yard work. Let me kiss this
muscle. It looks all swollen!"
Dawn was untying his shoes, glad they weren't all muddy from
the garden. Both girls getting into their roles. Bill not caring
about the game, but enjoying the attention - really enjoying the
attention.
"Step out of these pants, Billy. You got your clothes all
dirty. Let us help you take them off." and they helped him remove
his clothes.
"That feels great." meaning the way they were tickling his
balls with their fingernails. Margie started kissing the side of
his dick, beginning to get it wet.
"Billy, I didn't know you were such a big boy." Dawn
commented, enjoying the role-playing aspect of the game. She was
also hoping she would be the one to taste him.
"Sit down on the edge of the chair, Billy, so we can reach
those tired muscles easier." After he sat down she had him scoot
forward to the very edge so that his balls hung over the front of
the chair. They weren't hanging down very far, however, because
all the tickling made them shrink up to nothing.
The girls took turns, changing after each song, like Russian
roulette, wondering when it would 'go off.'
Bill was trying to make it last longer by distracting himself
- fondling their tits. He was sorry he only had two hands to
fondle with.
Both Margie and Dawn knew that Dawn was going to get the
prize because he stopped fondling and put his hands on her head,
pulling her towards him as he came in her mouth. She had
difficulty swallowing fast enough as he continued to shoot into
her - pressed against the back of her mouth.
Back in the other room, Linda was able to guess the gender
correctly on two of her four 'eaters.' "Let me try again. At
least one more. OK?" begged Linda, on the edge of cumming.
"I'll get you over, Linda." Beth whispered in her ear. "If
we need to, we can go upstairs."
Linda sat up and removed her blindfold, and was almost
relieved to see that the three guys in the living room were each
beginning to 'train' one or two of the sorority girls. Nobody was
paying any attention to them as they headed upstairs to finish the
contest in overtime.
Roger was dressing Stephanie for her little girl role, glad
everyone else was busy. "While I put a little make-up on you,
Stephanie, I want to go ahead and ask you some questions. OK?"
"Yes, Sir." she answered in her little girl voice.
"If I call you Stephanie, then I'm asking you a direct
question and if I call you 'Little Susie,' then I want you to act
like a little girl. We'll play our game soon enough, but I can
interview you for a possible job next weekend."
"OK." answered Stephanie - in her big girl voice, "Ask me
whatever you want."
"First, Are you a virgin?"
Now Stephanie was glad nobody was within earshot. "Yes. I
almost got it a couple times but there was always an interruption
or something. I've masturbated with vibrators though. Does that
count?"
"Thanks for the honest answers, Stephanie. I need to know,
so we'll be careful with your first assignments. There are lots
of older men who go crazy for the little girl look. Some of them
might want to tie you up or spank you. Would that bother you?"
"I guess it would depend how hard they spanked me. I
wouldn't mind if I could tell them what was too hard. I don't
know about the tying up, though."
"Your fraternity guard would always be nearby, if not in the
same room, so nothing painful would happen to you." as he began
applying some eye make-up.
Why don't we practice tonight? I'll dress you up like a
school girl and you pretend to be a shy 12 year old. I'll need to
pull down your panties and spank you over my lap, feeling you up.
You pretend to object and resist, but not too much. We have some
rope in the gymbag, and I'll tie you in different positions as if
you've been a bad girl. I'll probably spank you in several
different positions. If you ever want to stop or if I spank too
hard, say the word, 'apple' and I'll stop. OK?"
"Apple?" Stephanie said quietly, "I just say that word and
you stop?"
"Yes. We always have a code word for the role playing
situations. That way you can say stop without really breaking the
feeling for the game."
He sat down the make-up bag and approved of his amateur work.
"I did a bad job on your make-up on purpose. So you'll look like
a little girl who is trying to imitate a big girl."
Stephanie laughed. "Sometimes this 'double-think' will get
me mixed up. But I'll enjoy playing. And, you know what?"
"What?"
"Sometimes when I pretend something feels good, I'm not
really pretending."
This time Roger laughed. "Well, that's your secret!"
Then he continued with some of the standard interview
questions. "Would you mind if a woman client wanted to play with
you?"
After a pause, she said, "I never really thought about it.
But, I'm willing to try it. And besides, since I'll be
blindfolded, I could do some extended pretending and make believe
it's a guy feeling me up. At least I wouldn't have to worry about
cum getting in me." and she laughed again, glad he was done with
the make up and fondling her tiny breasts again. His light touch
was driving her crazy.
"OK. And what about a group of guys? Would you strip for
them and act out fantasys in front of several guys at once?"
Again she paused to think. "Well, honestly, I'm getting
excited about the possibility. You mean I would do some role
playing with one guy at a time in front of the group? God. It's
turning me on just picturing it."
"Well, what if there was a group - all feeling you up and
wanting blow jobs in front of each other? Oh, have you ever done
a blow job?"
"Back in high school. I got a taste, but didn't swallow it.
I was worried about his big mouth rather than thinking about him
cumming in my mouth. Know what I mean? I pretended I was
disgusted, but it really didn't taste bad."
"Well, what about a bunch of guys cumming in your mouth
within the same hour?"
"I don't know. Maybe I need to taste some again. Then I'll
tell you." she teased. "But I'm just a little girl so you'll have
t tell me what to do."
"Oh, it won't be long, Susie. I'll have a treat for you."
and he stood her up for a closer look at her bald pussy. "Stand
still with your legs together. That's a good girl. I'll put
these cotton panties on you and then this school girl outfit with
the lacy ankle socks and black MaryJane shoes. Joe can come
upstairs with us and get some pictures of you. Then we can
pretend."
She put on the clothes and pranced around like a 12 year old
showing off. Joe followed them upstairs to get some pictures as
they undressed the "little girl" and spanked her. Joe had his
camera equipment and Roger brought some rope and a leather paddle.
"This paddle makes lots of noise, even if I don't spank real
hard." explained Roger as he led her upstairs by the hand, her pig
tails bouncing.
The meeting officially ended.
All the girls volunteered to help with the fund raising
project - for the good of the sorority. Most wanted to start the
next weekend. It turned out the the original volunteer, Margie,
had to wait two weekends beauce of a 'timing problem.' Their
surveys revealed a wide range of sexual tastes and fantasies.
Also, most of them volunteered to do about anything imaginable...
as we will soon see in the next chapters.