Previously….
Wren has joined a very special sorority: a community of happily promiscuous women funded by a secret gloryhole. In her journey she’s met new amazing people among her fellow pledges: Jolene, a.k.a. Jo, a blondie with a talent for BJs who looks like “a French tourist freshly off the plane” and Billie, a spunky redhead who helped Wren overcome her inhibitions… By getting in her panties! That’s perhaps why it stung so much when Billie’s deception was revealed…
In this installment:
Time to move in, and learn the house’s (debauched) rules. Also, apparently the χχχ sorority doesn’t do hazing, but they sure as hell know how to have fun with their new sisters. Very public fun.
Themes and disclaimer
This story is about promiscuity, exhibitionism, a really high sexual drive and the discovery of one’s sexuality. It has no pretense of being realistic.
The χ χ χ sorority4. Moving in
They say that when you go to college far away from home, you find out who, among those you leave behind, is your real friend and who isn’t. Well, in that department I lost Emily. She miraculously managed to be taken in by B Σ K and when she heard I was among those “sexual deviants” in 3χ she knew what was best for her social life. Not a tear was shed for her, because for one lost social climber, I gained dozens of sisters who celebrated the new ones with a warmth and an affection that had actually made me shed some tears. The party they had thrown for us had been epic, even though it coincided with the farewell party for the graduates. My sorority believed in saying goodbye with a smile, you see.
Yes. My sorority. Crazy, right? But nothing seems crazy if the day after doing it you incur in no negative consequences. Like, you know, having given a blowjob to a stranger on camera for a dare and getting away with it.
When we moved in, the day following the party, it was somewhat still going on for part of the sisterhood.
“Look at her, she’s so cute! It’s like she’s hugging a teddy bear,” Jo commented, curiously inspecting a girl asleep in the common room couch nestling an empty bottle of whiskey cream, completely naked.
“Let’s take a photo!” proposed Sarah.
The previous night we had found out that there was a traditional gift for the sisters who graduated: an album of photos “that you’ll never show anyone” capturing the most embarrassing moments of their college career. And, let me say, the name was fitting: there was a lot of material of sexual nature inside! Apparently there was a whole shared database in the sisterhood’s cloud just for that.
“Upload it under the name ‘Kay’,” said Morgan, checking us in, while Sarah took her shot. If the majority of the sisters were zombies, she was as fresh as a rose, even though she was clearly wearing her (skimpy) pajamas.
“Now, as you know, freshmen sleep in double rooms. It’s not a matter of space: we want you to bond with each other, and most importantly, with your own bodies.”
To be honest, a part of me wasn’t still up to speed with the recent, huge changes in my life, so I still frowned at sentences like that.
“That means that we will teach you how to love your bodies properly.”
“We know how to masturbate!” joked Zoe.
“That wasn’t what I meant and at any rate no, you most likely don’t,” replied Morgan seriously, shutting her up immediately. For the first time I noticed how scary she could be. “But we will teach you, don’t worry. Now, we formed some pairs according to Billie’s suggestions.” – her name still made my stomach twitch – “If you realize that you don’t get along, come to me. Living with strangers is challenging, and I can help: I’ll teach you how to fight.”
“How not to fight, you mean,” I interjected.
“Oh no, the fighting can’t be avoided. So you need to know how to do it properly, constructively, without hurting each other’s feelings and your friendship. Trust me, half of the useful things you’ll learn in college, you’ll learn here!”
In case there was any residual doubt, I decided that I really liked Morgan.
“Now, the pairs: Zoe and Sarah, Wren and Jo…”
When she heard her name after mine, Jo cheered and then blushed violently.
“I’m so happy we are together!” I joined.
Our room was exactly how one would imagine it. Actually, it was quite big for two people. We each had our desk, drawers and wardrobe, plus our own shared bathroom, which even had a bidet – “for a proper personal hygiene” as Morgan pointed out. We soon got to work to personalize it a little, with Jo putting posters of lady Galadriel on the wall – apparently she had a thing for Tolkien and the Lord of the Rings – and me a pin board with photos and mementos from home.
We rested a little and then went downstairs for another meeting with Morgan. Curiously, Violet was there too: she’d been by far the life of the party the previous night, and now it looked like she had her shit together even more than Morgan. I’d never seen her dressed before, but now it was obvious that she was some sort of goth, if her earlobes, stretched by big black dishes, her cute black septum ring and a tattoo on her arm of Jack Skellington weren’t clue enough. That morning she was indeed sporting a fishnet shirt with nothing underneath, a tartan miniskirt that didn’t cover most of her ass and big bulky vinyl platform boots. Her makeup was elaborate and perfect: heavy eyeliner, which traced a little inverted triangle in the middle of her lower eyelids, big fake eyelashes, turquoise and silver eyeshadow and glossy black lipstick.
“Ok, we can start. For the next weeks I’m going to be your teacher and your counselor. You will do as I say and learn how this place works. After I know you better and you get your bearing here, I will assign you a big sister who will guide you through the rest of the year. Before I start, let me remind you that we will deal with very intimate matters: if you, at any moment, feel uncomfortable, you need to tell me.”
“Boring…” Violet complained childishly, pushing Morgan with her head. At that Morgan gave her a loud slap on the butt which caught us by surprise and made Violet jump upright with a yelp. Before we could worry, she was smiling naughtily.
“Yeah, don’t mind that, she’s a sub… Well, I might as well… Ok, see, we have clubs here, people who share the same fetish or like the same sexual practice. They are awesome, because nobody ever talks about these things, and you don’t want to learn about them from porn. Here you have a chance to chat about them without judgment with your older sisters, who will also guide and teach you. For example, we are both in the BDSM club, but I’m dominant and she’s submissive. Submissive sisters often enjoy being dominated by the dominant ones, so you’ll see that a lot.”
“Especially me: the Queen has ruled that a Mistress supervise me at all times!” Violet added proudly.
“Yeah, we have to take turns with this brat,” Morgan explained, rolling her eyes.
“Come on, let’s talk about the games!”
“Not yet! Now, for the first week we are going to do exercises of trust and touching. As you saw yesterday, as 3χ sisters you will touch a lot of strangers. We won’t allow this to happen until we are sure you can handle it. So we will build you a shield, we will teach you how to touch each other with care and love. Swathed with the sorority’s love and protection, you will be able to protect your intimacy and integrity even when you are touched intimately by strangers within these walls.”
I had made the right choice, I could feel it more and more now.
“For the first two weeks we will ask you to sleep in the same bed as your roommate. You can start doing it dressed, but in your own time you should do it naked. Before going to sleep, you should hug your sister and tell her something nice before kissing goodnight.”
We couldn’t help but looking at each other with a smirk.
“Finally, as Ava told you we don’t do cruel pranks on pledges here. But we do fun games, to break the ice. You can opt out, but it would be best if you didn’t, because they help create a community.”
“What happens if we do?”
The question had been asked by a muscular girl of Native American descent with long raven hair who I’d always seen wearing athleisure outfits that highlighted her toned physique.
“I’m glad you asked, Kaya,” Morgan replied with a somewhat malicious smile. “Get up and tell Violet to her face that you won’t play her beloved game ‘Tit for tit’!”
Kaya rebelliously stood up and said: “I’m not doing your stupid game!”
At that Violet made an exaggeratedly sad pouty face, like the one a child would do, and then ran towards Kaya, grabbed her sleeve and started begging like a fussy baby: “Pleaaase! Let’s play the game, pretty pleaaase! Come on! It’s going to be fun! All the other girls are playing!”
Kaya was taken a little aback: “Just this?”
“I’ll be good, pleaaase? Why do you hate me?”
“If you can suffer through Violet’s nagging for a whole day,” Morgan replied skeptically, “yes, sure. Now, send her back with a nice slap on the butt!”
Kaya, a little amused, a little uneasy, did just that and Violet walked dejectedly back. We laughed: it seemed a reasonable price.
“So… When do we start visiting the gloryhole?” asked Zoe on our behalf.
“Not anytime soon. Only after your official initiation.”
And that was that, apart from some common-sense house rules. Apparently our sorority was extraordinarily well-organized. For example, there was an official 3χ app – made by an alumna – complete with a billboard and an encrypted chat. Each sister could set up a status visible to all the others and which also appeared in a display outside the door of our rooms. The choices were: “Do not disturb”, “Studying”, “Looking for company”, “Looking for a quickie”, “Fucking – come join!” if you looked for a threesome companion and “Fucking – come see!” for the exhibitionists. And there were a lot of them. As more and more sisters came out of their hangover coma, we realized that Jenny had been right: nobody here wore much clothing if any. What was crazier, and kinda exciting, was that while we were chatting on the couch with Morgan, a couple of older sisters started to finger-fuck each other in a corner, just like that.
“Whenever you don’t mind sharing the love, do it,” explained Morgan, taking out her pants and then pulling Violet by the ring on her studded collar to kneel between Morgan’s legs, where she immediately began to eat her pussy with gusto. “This way you will contribute to the collective mood and, you know, sex is all about the mood!”
The whole scene was indeed very arousing. It all felt like living a sexual fantasy, and I definitely digged that.
We pledges spent the rest of the day trying to know each other better: during rush week two groups had formed, mine and another comprising Kaya, her roommie Letitia – a short, spunky black girl with short Afro hair and round glasses –, Leigh – a cute girl, a little on the chubby side, with turquoise hair – and her roommie Piper, a freckled redhead who liked to hunt for and repair vintage clothes. In particular, I made friends with Kaya, who I admired for sticking up her neck about the games, knowing full well what sort of games other sororities played and how they treated those who didn’t want to play.
After dinner, a familiar face came knocking at our door.
“Hello…” said Billie, with a timid smile.
“Hi,” I replied coldly. Jo’s greeting was only slightly warmer.
“Look, I never had the chance to explain myself, will you give it to me?” she replied, now seriously.
We nodded.
“Ok, see, usually nobody wants the mole job, but I volunteered for it, because I was exactly like you two when I arrived. This sorority means the world to me and hadn’t somebody pushed me a little, I would have lost my chance at being myself. So I wanted to return the favor for the next generation, knowing I’d be good at it: I never lied to you about my feelings and my motivations for joining.”
“It’s ok, Billie, it just came as a shock, is all. We need a little time to make peace with it,” Jo admitted encouragingly.
Billie kissed her on her cheek. “Thanks. How about you, Wren?”
I hadn’t been shocked, after all I had had all the time to uncover her secret by myself: I’d been hurt.
“I really thought you wanted to go on a journey together, to be friends, not to recruit me…” I mumbled, turning the other way, towards our window.
“Again, I wasn’t lying. This is going to be a journey together: I wanna be your big sister. I already asked Morgan…” When I turned around I was angry: being someone’s big sister was huge, and doing it to clean your conscience– “…the day of the pool party, when I pretended to look for the capsule in her mouth,” she added with a sly smile, knowing exactly what was going on in my head.
That left me speechless, and my eyes darted on Jo, looking for support, but her smile meant “Forgive her already!”
“You know? Tell you what, I’m going to throw in a climax too: I owe you one, don’t I?” she added with her trademark smug smile.
“How can I say no to such generosity?” I replied, trying in vain to look annoyed.
And that’s when a classic strip-tease tune started playing on Billie’s phone and she began slow dancing, causing me a de ja-vu.
“Now?” I laughed.
“Yeah! Hey, Jo, would you like to watch? Come on, it’s gonna be fun, I can do you too, later!”
I had no idea how to react when she pushed me on my bed, nor did Jo.
“Show ’em how it’s done, Billie!” said another sister passing by our open door.
Surprisingly, Jo decided to sit down next to me.
“Last time I had to pretend I was a newbie,” claimed Billie, bending over me. Then she slowly raised and lowered the hem of her crop top with her thumbs so as to make a sort of wave that allowed me to peek from time to time one of her pierced nipples underneath. In doing so, she was following the music beat perfectly and after a while – perhaps because I was really tired – I felt kind of hypnotized by her boobs.
The trance was interrupted when suddenly I found myself diving face-first in her bosom, as she raised her top and thrust her breast forward. I backed away, but she climbed the bed on her knees and straddled my lap. Another hypnotic scene: her tits jiggling in front of my eyes as she fondled them.
“You can touch me, baby! This ain’t a strip club!”
So I went for it and grabbed her ass, mostly because she seemed to be sliding backwards.
“Like what you see Jo? I can teach you!” she whispered sultrily, messing up her own hair with a hand. Poor Jo nodded awkwardly. Underneath the embarrassment, however, she seemed to be quite turned on. “Then why don’t you make sure I find a well-lubed pussy later?” Billie added, making a show of grabbing the hem of my yoga pants and sliding a hand on my pussy.
At that I jerked and Billie bent over me and whispered in my ear a little worried: “You ok? Am I going too fast?”
She was: I had kissed my first girl only a couple of days before and now she wanted to fuck me in front of everybody with my roommie watching and masturbating! And yet I was thrilled by the idea, exactly because it was something unbelievably far from anything I would have done a week before and… Well, wasn’t I here to try this very kind of stuff? So I grabbed her wrist and pushed her hands back between my legs, this time under my panties, drenched with my juices.
“What do you think?”
She chuckled and went back to dancing.
“You are so good at this, where did you learn?” asked Jo who in the meantime had actually unbuttoned her pants and was now slowly massaging her clit underneath.
“Last year I took up pole dancing and from time to time I perform in a club and in bachelor parties,” Billie said. “I wanna repay that student debt fast!”
The playlist was changing the music into something faster and so she got up, turned around and began to dance shaking her ass, which didn’t remain covered by her shorts for long. Wait, was that a metal buttplug peeking from between her buttocks? It definitely was, but before I could focus on it, she was twerking on my lap.
“Slap it!” I heard Jo say with a certain urgency in her tone, to my astonishment, but slap Billie’s fine ass I did.
“Wooo!”
In the throes of lust, I grabbed the hem of my pants and slid them down. Billie noticed it and turned around again.
“Direct to the point, huh? I’m gonna have to teach you subtlety, little sister!” she commented getting on her knees. My legs spread and just like that my pussy was there for her to feast on.
“The last time you did this, remember how I told you I had fantasized about it just an hour before?” I moaned, losing the tiny bit of control I still had. “It wasn’t really like that, ’cause Jo was there too and the one eating me out was a 3χ girl, with her incredible pierced tongue… Now it’s just perfect…”
“Look at you, Wren… Embracing so fast our lezzie–” Billie was saying, before I grabbed her hair and pushed her against my sex, making her grind all over it.
“This is so hot…” commented Jo, now free of her pants too and fingerbanging herself furiously.
Finally, it was happening, after such a long wait… I came hard and loudly, following Morgan’s advice and soon my solo became a chorus, because apparently Jo was climaxing too.
When it was over, I saw Billie towering over me, licking her lips and gazing at Jo.
“Tut tut, Jo, so impatient… Come on, let me show you the real thing…”
“I… Maybe another time?” she stammered.
“Anytime! Follow me, I’ll earn my title and teach you how to use a whore’s best friend: a bidet!”
It was indeed a teaching moment – we even learned that the original inventors of the bidet, the French, had stopped installing it in their houses because it was associated to prostitution – but when we were finished, Billie thought it’d be better to let us go to sleep.
“Ok… We chose which bed. Now, pajamas or birthday suit?” I asked Jo, expecting she would choose the first.
“We’ve already seen each other naked,” she shrugged, blushing a little.
So, a little awkwardly, we got undressed. Then we faced each other and put our arms on the other’s shoulder, like Morgan had told us. This was so very different from the party! How odd that fewer people seeing you naked made it more uncomfortable! Now, a nice thing to say about Jo…
“Your smile never fails to cheer me up,” I whispered earnestly looking at her in the eye.
She blushed a little.
“I know that it doesn’t look like it, but I’m a scaredy-cat and today was really scary for me at times… Like with Billie. But you make me feel safe. I still can’t believe I found the courage of getting off watching you two!”
And then we hugged, kissing each other on the cheek. Morgan was right, this wasn’t a silly exercise, because it filled me with affection for my roommie.
“Now, I should tell you, my feet can get a little cold,” Jo warned me, as I got in our bed.
“Come on, I bet– HOLY SHIT! Stay away from my legs with those blocks of ice!”
From then on, the rule was that Jo had to wear socks at all times. Apart from that little mishap, sleeping with her was fun, we giggled a lot and talked all night.
“Can you imagine Billie teaching me subtlety?”
“Yeah, right? And perhaps next time it’s going to be table manners!”
I felt at home as I fell asleep lulled by her warm skin against mine. Feet excluded, of course.
5. Being in (remote) control
My main concerns during my first days as a 3χ sister, were about how the outsiders would react. In short, I found out that I didn’t have χχχ written on my forehead, so the nightmare scenario of me going to class and all people in the room looking at me and whispering – which I had actually dreamed, scaring the crap out of Jo when I had woken up with a jolt – was a teeny bit far-fetched. Sure, soon, as I would make friends, the subject of my dorm would come out, but at least I had some form of control on who knew and who didn’t. At least at the beginning. Then word might spread…
“It’s stressful, isn’t it?” Sarah commented, brutalizing her orange with a knife at lunch.
“Aren’t you a vegetarian because you hate violence against living things? That’s alive, you know?” I joked. Sarah then pointed the knife at me and hissed “Come again?”, making us all laugh.
“I’m kinda used to have a dirty reputation,” Zoe shrugged. “You can live with that as long as there’s someone having your back, and we always have our sisters. Honestly, sometimes it makes you feel kinda important: you may not know and not care who the fuck the people talking trash behind your back are, but they know you. And the girls fear you, while the guys want you. There’s power in that.”
“I hope so. I had nightmares about it!” I commented.
“Yeah, and now I have them too! Can they be contagious?” complained Jo.
Our life together was going pretty well, actually. Morgan had taught us how to come clean about the little things that annoyed the shit out of each other in one of her exercises, and it kinda worked. For example, I learned not to leave my stuff everywhere and Jo not to be such a pain in the ass about it. Now it was already feeling normal to sleep in our cramped bed together.
“I think I’m going to go ahead and wear one of those 3χ necklaces. Rip the band-aid, you know?” Kaya proposed. “I mean, sooner or later they will all know we are the resident cocksuckers and I don’t want to go through the pain of making friends and seeing them eventually ditch me for who I am, like with Enemaly.”
Yeah, my story had come out in one of our chats and had enraged them just a little. From then on, Emily had become Enemaly.
“Speaking of jewelry, when are we going to get the piercings?” I asked.
“Never, for me,” remarked Zoe.
“After the initiation, whatever that means,” reminded us Sarah, still intent on murdering fruit.
I definitely wanted them, the whole idea had been a major turn-on ever since I first saw them and, like my big sister had guessed, I wasn’t afraid of a needle.
“You are going to have to be my comfort animal for that,” Jo told me, shivering.
“Anytime!”
“I don’t think this initiation will be scary, they aren’t even really hazing us,” said Kaya.
Little did we know that our sisterhood was about to show us what they did in place of hazing and that they would soon teach us a valuable lesson about having a secret slutty life.
“Hear ye, hear ye, all the freshmen in the common room!” we heard Violet shouting that night, prancing around naked and cheerful. We had soon gotten used to her shenanigans. Just that morning I and Jo had heard powerful smacks in the kitchen, where we had found her lying on Ava’s lap, with her skirt hiked up, as she was being spanked with a paddle. It had BRAT carved out of it, so that the word was now stamped in white over Violet’s red bum. Her whining and the tears in her eyes had honestly shocked me a little, but when Jo had asked what had happened, she had said “I creampied the Queen!” with a devilishly happy grin. Ava had then eloquently pointed at the residues of sprayed whipped cream on her face and neck. We had watched a few more swats landing on Violet’s ass and then Ava had sent her to class. Oddly enough, that wasn’t even the craziest part: after speaking with our Queen, we found out that Violet’s major was Physics of all subjects, and apparently she pursued it with great success.
When we entered the common room, most of the sisterhood was already there.
“Ladies, the time has come for the Pledglings Games!” announced Ava. “And without further ado, I give the floor to our jester and troublemaker in chief, Violet!”
“Thank you, my Queen. Pledglings, come here, come have fun with your big, evil sisters!” she called, with her trademark naughty smirk.
We reached her, a little intimidated by the crowd watching us. “This is optional, right?” I kept thinking. Only Kaya stood with crossed arms and a defiant look. I had the feeling that she would become the sorority’s next troublemaker.
“Tomorrow we will play ‘Tit for tit’! Here’s how it works. Beginning from 8 am until midnight, you will have to wear this,” she went on, showing us a pair of weird latex G-string panties with a teardrop design. “They lock in place, to prevent you from removing them, and contain this bad boy,” she went on, pointing at a small egg vibrator that was embedded in the padded crotch, “which is activated remotely by us.”
She then proceeded to wear it. They didn’t actually look like normal panties because the crotch piece had only two oddly-placed strings, one in front and the other in the back, both ending in a small loop. Another string worn around the waist was meant to pass through the loops and was locked tight with a small heart-shaped padlock.
“Now, since we play fair, only another sister who is wearing one of these can activate yours, and you can activate hers in order to exact your revenge. Each of you can choose among us 2 sisters to be paired with.”
Huh, that seemed surprisingly fair!
“What if we have to pee?” asked Kaya.
“You can temporarily remove the vibrator part, by unlocking it from the crotch piece, but only if it’s not active.”
“So what is preventing us from, say, taking it out and never put it back?”
“Your word of honor,” replied solemnly Violet. “Plus, the app tells me if it’s disengaged and you’re cheating. Also, you have to go to class: our sorority is here to promote learning! At any rate, we will allow half an hour of pause for lunch. Now, for the fun part! You can’t activate the vibrator whenever: you have a certain amount of minutes you can spend. You gain 2 minutes every 20 minutes starting from 8 AM, you can administer only 20 minutes every hour and no more than 10 minutes in a row and you have to wait 2 minutes between each discharge.”
“What’s the power of the vibrator?” asked Sarah.
“Here, try it,” said Violet, handing an activated one to Zoe to pass along. Not that it mattered much to me: I’d never used a vibrator, so I wasn’t sure how powerful it was.
“If I may: there’s no trick, our sorority is based on trust,” Ava interjected.
“Yes, so… Who’s playing?” asked Violet excitedly.
Surprisingly, the first one to raise her hand was a defiant Kaya. All of a sudden my hand went up, but that was because Billie had raised it.
“What? Ok, but I want to be paired with Billie!” I reacted, feeling both thrilled and scared shitless. To be honest, it wasn’t like she was really forcing me: I love this kind of strategic games. So I hissed: “Come on, Jo, don’t leave me alone!”
“I’m so gonna regret this!” she mumbled, timidly raising her hand with her eyes closed.
Little by little they convinced us all. My other playmate was a third-year named Samantha. We exchanged numbers just in case. Kaya, confirming my suspicions that she liked trouble, defiantly picked Violet, who exploded in a loud, wicked cackle.
That night both Jo and I found it hard to sleep.
“Why did we do it? What’s wrong with us?” she complained, massaging her forehead.
“They were all looking at us expectantly… It’s the peer pressure! But maybe we need it. We need to embrace our inner sluts… Otherwise, what are we here for?”
The next morning, Billie and Taylor, a cute chubby third-year who I recognized for having made cocktails at the party, came in our room with our harnesses. They were surprisingly comfortable, but hard to hide: I had to wear my high-waisted denim pants, a little too heavy for the temperatures we were having.
“Does it show?” asked Jo, pirouetting in her high-waisted paper bag shorts.
“All I can see are great legs,” I blurted, which she took as a no, blushing a little.
“And now a test! We have 2 additional minutes just for that!” Billie announced, elbowing Taylor as she took her phone. She was paired to Jo.
All of a sudden it felt like a foreign will was controlling a part of my body, because you could hear no noise and see no movement, and yet my clit was telling me that something was flicking it with a fast pace.
“Oh, shit!” I yelped, as gradually the stimulus became more sexual in nature, even though it had never changed. It was so weird! No matter whether I bent over, kept my legs wide apart or, worse, clenched them together, there was nothing I could do to stop the devilish contraption. I felt powerless and thrilled at the same time. No, wait, not entirely powerless: I could do that to Billie and a stranger. Just when I realized how much fun this game would be, all of a sudden the vibrator stopped. “Jo?”
She seemed quite unfazed and I assumed her vibrator wasn’t working.
“Did you notice anything? Like, about my face, my expression?” she asked, her voice a little shaky.
“No?”
“Great!” she rejoiced, apparently relieved.
“Yeah, that’s going to change,” Billie replied with a grin, taking my arm and dragging me out of my room.
“So, when are you going to take part in the age-old tradition of banging your roomie?” she whispered.
“What?”
“Come on, you two find each other attractive! Why do you think Morgan put you two together?”
“Oh… Is it that obvious?”
“Yep. Look, it’s a great way for you two to safely explore your bisexuality.”
“I don’t know, she’s my roomie…”
“Look, here we are all libertines, we fuck each other for fun all the time… If you have qualms, don’t follow what society tells you, have the right ones. In this case, remember how she reacted when I volunteered to eat her pussy? She was intimidated. I’m sure Jo would rather have her first time with a newbie like you. And her first time is important.”
That was surely something to think about, but when I sat in class, it was soon overshadowed by more urgent matters.
“Hey Wren! I reserved you a seat!” said a handsome guy with round brown glasses, short blond hair and piercing blue eyes. He was Sebastian, whom I had met at the presentation of our course, together with the other two sitting beside him, Melanie and Carl. So much for avoiding people!
“Hi guys!”
Even seating made me self-conscious. Were they looking at me differently? Were my long pants attracting their attention?
“We were thinking about sharing our notes, you know? This guy goes so fast!” Sebastian said, speaking about professor Anderson. He was the kind of student who enjoyed a tidy, well-organized notebook to the brink of OCD: he even color-coded his notes!
“Sure! Or we could even ask to record him,” I proposed. “I have a recorder.”
“He’s not the kind of–” Carl was objecting, when all of a sudden my vibrator came alive and I stopped listening. Fuck!, Already? Had they noticed? Shit, what if it made noises when in contact with the seat under me?
“–my brother–” Sebastian was going on.
Had I yelped or something? I discretely looked around, while I nodded at whatever Sebastian was saying: nobody seemed to be paying attention to me.
“Wren?” he said all of a sudden, looking at me with an encouraging and amused smile.
“What?”
“So, where are you hiding it?”
Shit! How? It couldn’t be that noisy, right? Maybe I was making a face? But honestly it wasn’t even arousing me that much! Think, Wren, say something!
“What are you talking about?” I babbled, blushing violently.
“That’s the spirit! You’ve got nothing to hide,” said Melanie with a big knowing smile and a wink.
“I still think that you’ll get in trouble!” commented Carl, shaking his head disapprovingly.
Fuck, they really knew! But… Come on! How? I felt melting inside, both ashamed and surprised about their nonchalance. How could I let this happen? I’d just met some nice people!
“Yeah, perhaps Carl is right: it’s a violation of the privacy to record someone without their consent,” Sebastian agreed. “However well Wren hides the recorder, the risk is not worth it.”
There. An important lesson: never nod if you’re not listening!
“Thank god,” I sighed, sinking in my chair, just when the vibrator stopped.
“You, Wren, are not suited for the criminal life!” commented Sebastian with a chuckle.
The aftermath of my first big scare of the morning was not only a huge sense of relief. I’d gotten away with it! Fear was soon replaced by excitement.
A text from Billie: “Nerdy-glasses is hot!”
What the… I turned around and there she was, waving at me from the back of the room with a devilish grin, just before going out.
“Oh, it’s on, Billie!” I snarled in my mind. Panicky Wren was soon going to be replaced by competitive Wren! So, trusting Sebastian to take great notes, I started to think about my strategy to get Billie in as much trouble as possible. Sure, this meant she would attack even more viciously, but I tried not to dwell on that.
I was looking up my sister’s schedule, when it happened again and I almost jumped on my seat. Shit! It was hard to get used to being constantly vulnerable! But how was Billie doing it? It was still 8:25 and by my count she had already finished her first two minutes! The app clarified everything: fucking Samantha! Perhaps the game was not so fair: two against one! So, I tried to relax and concentrate on Anderson. If the stimulation was this weak and short-lasting, it wouldn’t be so hard to resist, right? No, I had to save my minutes and then hit Billie and Samantha with a 6 minutes discharge during class! They were just wasting ammunition.
It turned out that they weren’t. After the initial salvo, the two bastards clearly started working together and without fail every 4 minutes I was hit by a 1 minute discharge. Soon enough it dawned on me how wrong I was about 1 minute bursts being manageable: one surely was, but several close ones were a completely different thing. As much as I was trying to concentrate on taking notes, now feeling reassured that nobody was paying attention to me, the regularity of the stimulation soon created an expectation, which in turn became another way of arousing me, even when the vibrator was off! After a while I started to long for the next burst, and the lecture became a low-key masturbatory session in front of unaware people. Yeah, I was screwed.
“You ok? You look worried,” asked me Sebastian at a certain point.
“No, I just have to go really bad to the bathroom!”
That was the truth. I was so wet! What if I was staining my pants? The goddamn panties were barely covering my vagina And the smell! Shit! I needed to clean myself, stat!
With a huge relief, in the bathroom I ascertained that I hadn’t leaked. Time to fight back: I couldn’t go on like this the whole day. Maybe if I pissed one off, she would start acting on her own and disrupt the dangerous rhythm. So I used 8 minutes on Samantha, who knew me less. Boy, I wish I could see her! Right now, somewhere in campus, she was sitting in front of a professor, closer and closer to cumming, trying to keep a straight face… Shit, now I was arousing myself! Boring thoughts, Wren! Only boring thoughts…
It was at the next class that I found out that my strategy had worked. No attack from Samantha. But none from Billie either…
“By the way, I bought her book: it’s great, everything’s in there,” Carl was saying about the professor who’d just come in, as we were sitting down. Then it happened. A burst. Ok, I could handle it.
“Can I see it?” I asked.
Honestly, I wasn’t even paying attention to what was in it, concentrated as I was on calming myself down.
“Oh, she’s starting!”
Close to the end… Wait. A minuted had passed! Why was it still on?
“Questions about our last lecture? No? Are you sure?” she was saying, looking a little disappointed. “You, third row, do you have questions about the last lecture?”
Yes, professor Mariani was looking exactly at me. I immediately shook my head. Please, ignore me…
“Strange, because this subject is hard. Are you people keeping up with the lectures? What was the last one about?”
On the positive side, everyone mistook my trembling voice for panic and the frequent pauses in which I closed my eyes for attempts at remembering diligently everything Mariani had said last time. On the negative side, I was on the verge of climax when I finished my reply.
“Ok, good to see I was wrong. I’d urge you to remember, however, that I don’t bite.”
Everyone laughed. Come on, turn yourself off already! Flaccid, wrinkly elderly people, their flesh jiggling like jelly… Yes! I was saved. How long had it been? 8 minutes. By my count, I was free, for another 20 minutes or so.
“Did you cum?” Billie wrote to me. My answer consisted in using my remaining 6 minutes on her shortly after. “I didn’t, did you?” Her answer was an ominous “Next time, then!”
Surprisingly, no attacks followed, and I could enjoy Mariani’s lecture. Time for a quick roundup of my fellow freshmen. Jo had been left alone for the whole morning when suddenly she had been hit by 4 minute-bursts with 2 minutes of pause between, for half an hour straight. At the end she had to run to the bathroom and cum there. Sarah’s adversaries had used Billie’s strategy, but she was holding on. Zoe’s weren’t coordinated and hit her with long bursts, which however had caught her by surprise and made her yelp in the middle of class. She had pretended it was a hiccup.
“I haven’t been attacked yet,” wrote Kaya. “And now I’m kinda shitting myself!”
For the rest of the morning and during lunch my panties remained quiet, which paradoxically filled me with fear: my only other lecture was at 4 and by then my sisters would have accrued 62 goddamn minutes of ammunition! On the other hand, Billie would be busy at 3 and Samantha at 5. My battle plan was to attack first my big sister with 20 minutes, delivered in batches of 5 back to back, and then Samantha with 20 at 5:40 in a similar fashion.
My worries about the ammunition in possession of my sisters partially waned at 1 pm. After receiving a message urging me to pee if I needed it, an excruciatingly slow and constant attack consisting in a barrage of 1 minute bursts every 2 minutes began. It was then that I learned two more valuable aspects of my situation. First, in the 2-minutes pauses between each attack I couldn’t unlock the vibrator, so I was effectively prevented from touching myself to completion. Second, the constant edging due to short stimulation could be even worse than cumming. Just when I was feeling like going mad with lust and frustration, at 3 it all stopped, but it was too late, because I was now with my friends again to work on our assignments. And Billie must have known it, because I’d been stupid enough to leave my planner around! Oh well, now the ball was in my court!
“You made me cum in front of everybody! Well done little sister! Now it’s my turn,” Billie texted me at 3:30, when her new attack began: every couple of minutes a 2-minutes burst would assault my clit. I was so close to climaxing, I’d basically edged non-stop the whole day, so why not go for it? The answer was obvious: they were warming me up for class, where all my pent-up sexual energy could explode spectacularly!
“Are you ok, Wren?” asked Sebastian: how fucking thoughtful was he? Only five minutes to class and I was already incapable of sitting still, after half an hour of almost continuous masturbation! I kept looking at the watch on the wall and my pussy was positively gushing.
“I just have… I think I ate something that didn’t agree with me?” I mumbled.
“Why don’t you go home? We’ll provide you with our notes!” Melanie suggested.
A part of me seriously considered the offer, but it was against the rules!
“Thanks, but… I’d like to listen… It’s easier to remember… Things, you know, if I listen. I’ll just have a quick trip to the restroom!”
Quick meant that I literally ran. Again, no stain, but my legs were definitely moist and smelly! Wait, I had wet wipes in the bag! Yes, they had a strong perfume! Shit, it was almost time! But wait, if I stalled, maybe we wouldn’t find seats together!
“Are you really sure you wanna come?” asked Melanie, getting worried, when I got out. How goddamn nice, they waited for me!
“Positive! Let’s go, it’s late already.”
The vibrator was activated when I was still walking, making it grind against my pussy. Were my friends noticing how jerky my walk was? My strategy, however, worked: because we were late and many seats were taken, so for once I managed to sit behind them! Then it began, the longest burst yet. Fuck, it wasn’t fair! The 20-minutes limit shouldn’t have been every hour, because if you attacked just before and just after the hour you could effectively do it for 40 minutes! No matter, it was happening and I better make my peace with it. At minute 2 I thought I was going to cum, but still resisted heroically. At minute 3 I was losing my mind in the attempt to make all my muscles go limp. At minute 4 I came, trying to hide one of the most powerful climaxes of my life by leaning with my head over my elbow and closing my eyes, as if I was getting sleepy. Then minute 5 arrived. Incapable of standing still, I felt like screaming inside and several times I had the sneaky suspicion that perhaps a sound had actually escaped my mouth, because Sebastian turned around to look at me. There had to be a way to vent the sexual energy wreaking havoc inside me! I squeezed my hands hard, then I bit my arm. Tears were obstructing my view. Then it stopped. The vibration, that is, because my climax was still there. And yet everybody was intent on listening to the lecture. Such good students! Not like me, the slut! No, these thoughts were turning me on! Wrinkly grannies, think of wrinkly grannies! Maybe if I did some breathing exercise… Yes, in and out, calming down…
“You came, didn’t you?” Billie texted.
“Fuck you!”
“Well… Are you ready for the next one?”
Shit! No, I couldn’t do it again! I had to go to… But it started anyway, my legs squeezed together automatically. There was no way I could stand up now. I was now about to cry, so I hastily rubbed my eyes, again feigning sleepiness. Luckily I wasn’t wearing any makeup. The goddamn thing was driving me crazy! So much so, that at a certain point I kinda spaced out. The 5 minutes of the second burst passed in a long blur, blissful and hellish at the same time.
Wait, the vibrator was off! Get up, Wren!
“I have to go to the bathroom, sorry,” I mumbled panting to the guy next to me, who was looking at me weirdly. He wasn’t the only one. Sebastian had turned around and drawn the others’ attention on me.
“Melanie, she looks terrible, go with her!” he proposed.
NO FUCKING WAY! I had to make a run for it: blushing like I’d never blushed before, I said “I can’t hold it anymore!” and rushed out of the room. As I walked as briskly as I could, my legs barely able to carry my weight, the fabric of my bra brushing against my nipples alone was threatening to make me cum again! Nobody in the bathroom, great! Until goddamn Melanie would arrive! In the safety of a stall, I let myself cry and whine like a baby, my voice muffled by my fist. Boy, it felt so good! Only a few seconds of freedom left…
Paces. Fuck!
“You alright?” Melanie asked.
“Yeah, I feel better now! Don’t worry!”
Maybe this wasn’t so bad, she probably couldn’t hear from across the door and at least nobody was watching me now. So I kept bracing myself for the next attack but… Nothing happened. As minutes passed, allowing me to actually calm down, it became clear that this was no mercy. Billie and Samantha knew I must’ve sought refuge in the bathroom, so they wouldn’t hit me for a while, not until there was a good chance of me being back in the classroom. There was little to do, then. I spent some more time doing breathing exercises and then I came out, thanked Melanie and together we headed back to class.
“You ok?” whispered Sebastian with a warm smile. Why was he so attentive? Did he know? His clever, piercing eyes were inscrutable. No, that was paranoia, the last thing I needed!
“Yeah, it must’ve been something I ate, but now I feel better…”
15 minutes later, the vibrator awakened again. During the first attack, 5 minutes long, I came again, feeling my head ready to explode, but for the next I ran to the bathroom again, this time by myself. In my trusty stall I allowed myself to cum properly during the 5 minutes it lasted, with immense satisfaction.
Over! It was finally over, I had no more classes that day. First order of business, get revenge against Samantha. Then go home and relax. Or so I thought.
Back in the common room, the other freshmen and I shared our tales of debauchery, having a good earthy laugh about it: we had had orgasms in front of everybody and no one noticed! It was such a liberating sensation! Poor Kaya had endured Violet’s vicious attack, 20 minutes every hour in batches of 5, to the point that she almost fainted in a bathroom stall at her third orgasm. Now she was reduced to jelly.
“Look, this is the sign my nails made on my palms! And just when I thought it was over, it started again!” Jo was complaining while I was stroking her beautiful hair.
“Damn it, we traumatized our French exchange student!” I joked, making everyone laugh.
The older sisters seemed to take the whole matter more lightly, and they too were exchanging stories of how they had gotten away with their climaxes.
“Well girls, I say we eat, and then we can resume playing,” announced Billie, stretching herself. Her sentence caught us by surprise: wasn’t the game supposed to happen in public? Clearly not.
If the day had been difficult, when the sun went down, it was pure nightmare. We had all saved a good amount of minutes and we were now spending them all. The only problem was, again, that we had half of the ammunition of our sisters, so by 11 pm we were all lying on our beds in a constant state of semi-climax.
“This is all your fault! Aaaah!” Jo was crying, naked on our bed – we felt that clothes stimulated our nipples too much now–, while she kept brushing my back with her cold feet for revenge.
“Stay away from me, you white walker! Shit, here it comes!”
“Man, I love ‘Tit for tit’!” Morgan said, sitting on one of our chairs and enjoying the scene, after all my ammunition had been spent. Then, when we too came down lying side by side on our shared bed and holding hands, she mouthed: “Kiss her!”
Drunk with lust, I turned around towards Jo and she did the same. We gazed at each other like that for a while, when my hand, by its own accord, began to stroke her belly and then her legs. Whenever our skins brushed against each other, her whole body shivered and so did mine, but she never stopped me. My fingers came back towards her neck, then her cheek. And then our lips touched.
“My work here is done. Come in the common room by midnight,” said Billie, taking her leave, as we quietly made out, without any rush, just savoring every inch of our lips happy and content.
“Hey, we should say something nice to each other… I’ll go first: I love your lips” I moaned.
“I… I have a huge crush on you!” Jo blurted, panicking all of a sudden, before slapping a hand on her mouth. “Shit! I didn’t mean it like in love or anything… It’s just that…”
“I’m incredibly hot and now that we are basically living in a porn movie you can’t stop fantasizing about having sex with me?” I stopped her, with a flattered smile.
“Yeah! It’s driving me crazy, and there’s this whole sleeping situation…”
“Same! Well, I’ve never done it with a woman, and I’d like to explore that side of mine. Would you like to do it with me?”
“I’d love to!” she rejoiced giving me a peck. “But not now, or I’ll legit die! And it’s all your fault!”
My squeal echoed in the house: those damned feet! A few minutes later we were sitting on a couch in the common room, still naked in our effort to embrace 3χ traditions, with our fellow pledges, ready to hear what Morgan had to say.
“Hoping that all of you have recovered, let me explain the lesson behind our fun game. Being a 3χ is like having a vibrating egg in your panties. You have a secret slutty life that you will have to carry around the campus, sometimes fearing those surrounding you because of it. But today you learned a few important things. First, it’s not so hard to avoid catching the others’ attention, because every student has problems and worries just like you and for sure you don’t matter that much to strangers. Second, carrying such a secret can be a lot of fun, even though sometimes it’s distracting. Third, whenever it’s all too much, remember that you are not alone, there’s always a sister who knows exactly what you are going through. Call her and ask for help.”
That was actually a beautiful conclusion to our adventure, but it would never compare to what happened next.
“Now, Violet come here,” she called. The girl, who had been watching the whole speech from outside the room, seemed quite reluctant, but obeyed anyway, and when she reached her mistress, Morgan made her wear another vibrating panty, locking it in place. “Violet will keep her panties tomorrow too and they will be connected to your phones. Each of you has ten minutes of vibrations to use. Have fun!”
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Afterword
Thanks for reading my work! Please, find a minute to comment it, even (and especially) if you didn’t like it. I’m always eager to improve my writing and… Well, get some satisfaction out of it!
Also… IMPORTANT: the next chapter will be in a different category (Lesbian Sex).