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Slut Sorority initiation - Eta Mi Pi sorority
Beginning
It was the end of summer and my BFF from high school, Brittany, and me (Chelsey) headed off to Summer Orientation for our start of college. It is a small, state supported college and B, as I call her, and I thought it would be best to go to a small school to take the basic courses. Then, if we like school, and we find an area of study we want, we can continue at a larger, more well-known college. At least that is what we were thinking, anyway.
B and I pulled up to the University Center on campus and registered for Freshman orientation. We had already been accepted by the school, so it was just a question of finding out what was going on and where everything was located. We passed a table with some very pretty girls sitting at it with a sign to invite newcomers to their Sorority get together that night. We spoke with the girls at the sorority party table. They really seemed nice. They gave us a map on how to find the sorority house. It was a few blocks from campus. We could walk there later. They told us to dress very casually. It was an outdoor event.
“Hey, B, that sounds like fun. Let’s sign up to go”. Brittany was less of a party person than me, but she willingly signed up with me. B is a very pretty girl with thick, shoulder length dark hair and brown eyes. She has the kind of figure that all of us want, slim waist, curvy ass, and nice natural tits. She and I almost wear the same size, so it is great having her as a friend, since she doubles my wardrobe. She must have Italian blood in her heritage because she has a rich olive complexion and large dark nipples. Her pubic hair was rather course and thick, so she had it all Lasered off last winter. She was tired of looking like a bison down there. Now she is as bare as a baby.
I, by nature, do not have much pubic hair to deal with. I am a dark blonde, and my crotch has naturally light pubic hair that I keep trimmed very short. I shape it in a landing strip because it is easy to maintain. My tits are a bit bigger than B’s and I am also blessed with very pert and sensitive nipples. They give me away any time I am aroused. I hate to wear a bra, so my nipples are just part of what people see when I show up. She and I are both about 5ft 6” and we weigh about the same too, around 110 to 115 pounds. We were on the soccer team together in high school and stayed very fit playing that sport. We will certainly join some intramural teams to keep in shape.
“Hey Chelsey, time to go to the party, girl”, B reminded me after we had come back from walking the campus. “I need to change, so give me a minute”, I said. I chose a white, thin tank top and some cargo shorts to wear. I thought this would be a perfect outfit for an evening outside. Brittany was wearing a pullover collared golf shirt and shorts, but the shorts were cut very high, and her ass cheeks poked out when she bent over. I could see the thin outline of her tiny panties, cupping her butt. She looked great, as usual.
We found the Sorority house. This was the Eta Mi Pi Sorority, and they seemed like a fun group. We were handed a beer and a name tag and were shown the house. It had a large downstairs meeting room and kitchen. Upstairs were a lot of small dormitory type rooms that many of the girls lived in.
We were shown the outdoor area where there was a game of Corn Hole going on. I am pretty good at games, so I told our hostess, Jan, that we wanted to play. Jan put B and me on a team, and we started the next round. The rules were to drink a cup of beer, then try to toss a bean bag into the net of the corn hole platform. We had three tries each. I got two in. B was not as lucky and missed all three times. She had to drink another cup of beer. I think I think I will like playing these games.
We played for maybe 20 minutes and already had several cups of beer and were feeling no pain. The other girls were not quite as good at hitting the target, but they all had more beer than me. We were getting frisky and high fiving each other on this 4-person team as the beer made us all more friendly.
The Sorority president stood up and announced that Friday would start the pledge weekend. Anyone who wanted to join had to meet here at 3pm, after orientation was over, and start the process of joining. I did not see any reason not to join, so I convinced Brittany to sign up with me. Today was Wednesday, so we had two days of orientation and then the sorority stuff started on Friday. I could hardly wait.
Friday afternoon came quickly. Brittany and I wore shorts and cute tank tops to the sorority house. My breasts were jiggling, as they always do without a bra, and my nipples were prominent since I was excited to learn about sorority life. We were escorted by a member to the outdoor area where more games were set up. We again were handed a beer and shown where the keg was. I planned to drink plenty, since it was still warm outside, and I was already thirsty.
We got in line to play Corn Hole again. But this time the rules were a bit different. If we missed getting a bean bag in the target, we had to drink another beer, of course, but we had to remove a piece of clothing also! Shit. Strip Korn Hole? I didn’t have much to lose, so I had to concentrate when tossing the beanbag. I think the target was further away than when we played at the introduction party because I missed all but one. At least I did not have to take anything off. But poor Brittany missed all three and had to take off her tank top. She did not wear a bra either, so was baring her lovely breasts. The game continued and we each had to keep drinking beer before we tossed the next round of beanbags. By this time all of the other girls had lost their tops, and one was just in her panties. But she seemed to be enjoying herself.
A couple of rounds later and I had lost my top and shorts. B was also only wearing panties since she also lost her shorts and top. We looked at each other and wondered how long this game would continue. I was losing my ability to focus, and my naked tits were on display to the other girls. My nipples were rock hard. I gulped another beer and accidentally dripped foamy liquid all down my chest.
Brittany downed a beer and missed all three attempts and had to lose her panties. I missed also, so both of us were now completely naked in front of all these other girls. It was only then that I noticed that every girl in this pledge class was also naked. It was amazing that all of us were about the same size and shape. I wonder if we had been ***********ed to be in this sorority only based on our looks?
Jan, the leader called time out and those who lost their clothing should put them in the box she was holding. In a box? “We can’t get dressed?” I asked. Jan said, “No, sweetheart, that would defeat the purpose of playing our game. We have new challenges for you!” She continued. “The next game is for you to run into the University Center cafeteria and grab a fork or spoon and bring it to us. You have 15 minutes to run over there, right now, and grab one.”
“Are you kidding?” I pleaded. “We are all naked! Won’t we get arrested or something?”
“On your mark, get set, and GO!” Jan yelled.
All the other pledges seemed OK with this task, so B and I just gutted it up and ran over to the UC. We passed dozens of students along the way, as you would expect, since it was Friday afternoon. My tits were bouncing as we quickly ran to find a spoon. My nipples were rock hard, and my chest was pink with embarrassment and arousal. I have never been naked in public before, and this was dreadful but thrilling at the same time. B and I ran together. I watched her out of the corner of my eye and saw her breasts bouncing around excitedly. She had a strange grin on her face. We dashed thru the doors of the cafeteria and found the silverware trays. We both grabbed one and made a bee line out of the place. I crashed into a male student as I tried to get thru the doors to leave. We both got knocked to the ground, tangled together. I bet that was the best crash he’s ever been in. I just smiled as I apologized.
We all made it back to the sorority house with no other incidents and were laughing at the idea of having done that. My cooch was very wet and stimulated. Maybe the sorority life will be fun.
We all turned in our silverware, and sat in the folding chairs outside, still naked. “Now, girls, we have a fun event that might tell us about your dating history. We have a long rubber dildo here that you are going to deep throat. You will shove it as far down your throat as possible and hold it for 5 seconds. We will mark on the dildo with a marker pen where your lips are. Then write down your measurement. The winner will get to put on an article of clothing.” “Geez”, I said to the girl standing near me. “I don’t know how to deep throat. I never dated anyone long enough to care to learn to do that”.
All of us “pledges”, as they were calling us now, lined up. One by one we tried to deep throat that plastic dick. I could hardly get any of it down my throat. But after we were all done, I was in about the middle of the pack. A couple of the girls could deep throat that dildo all the way to their stomachs, apparently.
A chart was shown to us with all eight of the pledge’s names. And next to their name was how deep they could take that rubber dildo. “Now we know who the experienced sluts are, girls!”, announced Jan. “The girls who can take a dick that far down their throat are real keepers for their men! The top three of you get to put your panties back on. Those girls ran up to Jan and dug around the box until they found their own panties. As I watched I realized that any one of these girls could be a playboy model. I never really thought I liked the idea of being with a female but seeing these girls made my nipples tingle.
One of the girls asked Jan if we could take a bathroom break. We had been drinking beer and all of us had to pee badly. Jan said, “glad you brought that up, ladies. You will be peeing into this ice chest, right here. Everyone. You do not have permission to piss anywhere but in this container.
“You gotta be kidding me?”, B said in my ear. “What is the point of that?”. I told her I had no idea, but I had to piss badly. We each took turns squatting over the empty ice chest and unloaded our bladders. Soon it was about one third full of the yellow liquid.
Then Jan said, “bring over the beer keg”. She had two girls bring the keg to her and place it next to the piss filled ice chest. “Now, fill the ice chest to about half full of beer”. That was done, and I whispered to B, “What a waste of perfectly good beer”.
Then Jan said to the group, “OK, from now on, you will be drinking this beer/piss mixture. Just dip it out with your cup. Toast yourselves for being different than non-sorority girls!”
Holy shit. This is crazy stuff. I did not want to drink that crap. But Brittany calmly stepped up and dipped out a glass of the hazy mixture. She tipped her glass to me and drank it down. “Well, hell, if you can do it, so can I, B”, and I scooped up a glassful of the nasty blend and drank it in one long attempt. It really wasn’t that bad.
Jan announced that the evening was about over but for everyone to keep drinking the beer/piss until it was gone, then we could get dressed. I was anxious to put panties on, at least, so I downed another two glasses of the mixture. Soon the ice chest was empty, and we all got dressed and went to where we were staying. Jan told us to be back here in the morning to continue learning to be a sorority pledge. As we left, she handed each of us a large Tupperware with a lid. “One more thing, girls, you will only use this container to shit and piss in. You better bring it back with something in it tomorrow”.
I was shocked. I could not understand what the hell this was all about. Maybe they want to see how obedient we were. Will they reject anyone who is not compliant? I could care less about whether I shit in the container or in a toilet. It was all the same to me. Just weird.
The second day
Brittany and I slept as long as we could before needing to get up and going. We both had hangovers from the beer, and I found some aspirin for us. I had to piss and take a shit, so I used the Tupperware as instructed, then hopped in the shower. Brittany followed my lead and then we got dressed. We found a coffee shop and discussed our opinions about this sorority thing while being sober and alert. Brittany was OK with what we had been told to do so far but was not sure about the piss drinking. She thought it was weird, but not unpleasant. I agreed, but my suspicions were that this was a way to cull out the girls who won’t go along.
We arrived late morning at the Eta Mi Pi sorority house. It was buzzing with activity. Jan was standing in the middle of the big room. She told all of us that the first challenge today was going to be exciting. “It is breezy today, and that makes this next activity more fun!” she said cheerfully. Another girl handed each of us pledges a very small, frilly skirt. It was nearly see-thru and it was made of very light material. Jan told each of us to remove our shorts and put on the skirt. My skirt was barely long enough to cover my ass. I guessed we were going to put on a dance performance.
Jan said for us to load up in a few vehicles. We were headed downtown to a busy area. It was nearly lunchtime now and there would be a lot of visitors to the area who love to come downtown to eat in the outdoor restaurants. “You will each carry one of these cardboard boxes and you will walk down a few of the sidewalks in front of the restaurants. Then cross a few streets, then make a loop and come back. Oh, and take off your panties now, and hand them to me”.
“What’s in the box?” asked one of the girls. “Nothing”, Jan said. “The point of carrying the box is that it takes two hands to hold it. It is a nice, breezy day, and your skirt will be billowing up and showing off your naked ass and pussy. You won’t be able to hold down your skirt in the breeze, so you get to flash your ass, so to speak. We want you to get comfortable letting strangers see your womanly charms”.
Geez, this was not something I looked forward to doing, especially sober. I was wishing I had not drunk all that coffee this morning too, because I had to piss. I asked Jan if I had time to go to the bathroom before we left. She looked at me and then turned to the group. “A reminder, girls that when you are at the sorority house, ALL pissing is done in the ice chest and all shit must go in your Tupperware. And no tissue paper is allowed. You will line up alphabetically and the person next to you will be your Potty Partner.
“What the hell?” I muttered. Jan explained. “You must bond with your sister pledges. What better way to do that is clean them when they are done peeing or pooping? Your partner will lick you clean after every occasion of you using the ice chest or your Tupperware toilet. Understand?”
The girl who lined up next to me was a very pretty with light colored blonde hair. Her name was Devon and she and I already had several conversations during this pledge event. She was smart and funny. She looked at me and smirked “I hope you don’t need to shit any time soon, Chelsey!” It was not until Devon said that that I understood the full impact of what Jan just told us. Holy shit, she expects us to lick eat other’s ass if we poop? And lick cunts after we pee? Damn, this pledgeship thing is starting to concern me.
I looked my new “potty partner” in the eye and said, “I am sorry, Devon, but I have to pee really badly.” She gulped and realized that she had to clean me when I was done. “OK”, she said. I walked to the ice chest and squatted over it. I splashed loudly. Then I awkwardly squatted in front of Devon with my legs spread. She crawled in front of my cooch and used her tongue to lick off any dangling drops of piss. It seemed she took more time than necessary to clean me up, but I did not mind. Seeing her pretty face between my legs was quite stimulating.
There were several girls who had peed and were getting cleaned by their partners. Devon told me she would need my tongue later, since she already peed in the ice chest before we knew about the potty partner stuff. I secretly was disappointed but knew I would get to clean her eventually.
We loaded up and headed to the restaurant district of downtown. My heart was pounding. I could not believe we would purposely flash perfect strangers with our naked cunts and asses exposed. And Jan was right about the breeze. It was gusty as the wind snaked unpredictably between the buildings.
We scattered out in the downtown area so that we would not look like a flasher parade. We walked in pairs, as if we were moving from one office building to another. I could feel the wind caress my moist lady parts as I stepped off the curb to cross one of the busy streets. I heard a horn honk and a few whistles as the wind lifted my skirt up over my ass. I had to ignore it and keep walking. I turned and smiled at the drivers stopped at the lights as Devon and I casually crossed the street. Everyone got a good eyeful of naked young snatch that day. She and I crossed several more intersections and waited for the lights to change as the wind continued to expose our bare cunts to the drivers and those walking. The ones who got the best views were the diners, eating lunch at the outdoor cafes, getting an eyeful of our lady parts. I was so wet that it felt like my cunt juices were trickling down my inner thighs. I may need Devon to do a bit more clean-up on aisle V. My pussy tingled with that thought.
This event was over and each of us were giddy and laughing as we piled back into the cars. We folded and stashed the boxes in the trunk and were all smiled and blabbered on about what it was like to be exposed to strangers. I had to admit it was a great bonding experience.
We all continued to wear those short skirts when we returned to the sorority house. And we were not given our panties back, so we continued to be exposed to each other. Devon nudged me and told me she had to pee. I smiled and said “it's about time! I was afraid you were going to blow up before I got to clean you!”. We walked together to the ice chest, and she squatted down over it. She really did have to pee, and it took a while for her to finish. I watched intently, waiting for her to finish, so I could clean her snatch. I laid on my back and told her to squat over my mouth. I smelled her musky fragrance as I leaned up to lick the last drops from her cooch. I took my time, savoring the aroma. I raised up to steal a long, slow lick of her clit as I was finishing. Devon looked down at me and smiled, holding my face between her palms. She rubbed her crotch on my face before she stood up. “Wow, that was the best piss I have ever had”, she said, deviously.
Jan told us about the next event. We were to play 4 on 4 volleyball in a rented gymnasium nearby. There would be some audience members who had sponsored the event for us. The game would be a best of three event, meaning that the first team to win two games would win the series. We put our uniforms on, consisting of panties, shorts and tank tops. No bras allowed. We drove to the gym and arranged the equipment for the game.
We set up the volleyball net and marked out the boundary lines. The gym was an old practice gym, and it was quite small. There were about 3 dozen spectators, who had paid an admission to the game already sitting in the stands. Most were men but there were a few ladies watching too. It seemed everyone in the stands was drinking beer and having a good time.
Jan told us the final set of rules for the game. “This is strip volleyball, girls! There are four of you on each team, of course, with two at the net and two at the rear of the court. Every time one of you serves, the other team rotates so that everyone has a chance in front of the net. But when a team loses a point, instead of a score, the girl on the right side of the net must remove a piece of uniform. You will run to the side in front of the spectators and remove it. Then the next ball is served. This will be fun!”
“Oh my gosh, more nakedness in front of others?”, I whispered to Devon, who was on my team. “Yes, I guess so.” She said quietly. My crotch was beginning to tingle at the idea of this.
One side served and at once the return was missed. The girl on the other team at the net had to run over and pull off a piece of uniform. She chose to remove her shorts, which made sense, to avoid showing her boobs to the crowd. The next serve was from my team, and we had a good volley going. But one girl on our side missed a return and soon it was Devon’s turn to take off clothing. She trotted to the sidelines and pulled off her shorts too. She has such a cute ass! I loved seeing her prance back to the court.
We had serves back and forth and it quickly became a strip show. Each girl had made at least two trips to the side to strip. By now I was wearing just my panties, and some girls had gotten completely naked. When I was at the net, in the “stripper position”, we missed the return. I had to move to the sideline and remove my last bit of cover. When I slid my panties off my butt, I turned and mooned the crowd. Then I pulled my ass cheeks apart and shook my booty at the lively crowd. Everyone cheered. I ran back to the court, blushing but very turned on. My team ended up winning that first game, and we ran to the sidelines to get dressed. We took the time to drink more beer, of course, and then started the next game.
The second game was like the first. It was a stripping contest masquerading as a volleyball game. The other team won, so after we got back in uniform and downed a few beers, we played the third game. I found it to be exhilarating to be playing like this, with the threat of being naked in front of strangers. I had no idea I was a closet exhibitionist. The third game was nearly over and most of us were completely naked, again. The final serve was tossed and the other team missed it. So, their last player to have panties on had to run to the side and pull them off for the crowd. She was red faced and she had to pry her panties from her crotch due to being so wet down there.
The crowd applauded and cheered for both teams. Which team winning didn’t matter. The point was to see young, fit college girls being “forced” to strip. We were all winners since I think all the players were completely turned on by the game.
We all got dressed again and headed back to the sorority house. Devon and I both had to pee like crazy. She pulled down her panties over the ice chest and flooded it with piss. I laid on my back and gestured her to come sit on me. I licked her clean and took my time. She tasted incredible. Then, we switched places, and I peed in the ice chest. Then, squatted on her lovely face letting her tongue caress my pussy. I was in no hurry to get up and she seemed very content to keep lapping the juices from my gash.
Other girls were lined up to use the ice chest too, and soon it had a load of warm, yellow piss in it. Then the keg was brought over, and beer was mixed in. We all grabbed glassfuls and drank it down. Not bad. I guess it is an acquired taste.
We had all dressed back into uniform and now noticed that a group of men were milling around waiting for the next event. We were randomly paired up with one of them and play another round of Corn hole. I was paired with a guy named Doug. He had been in the gymnasium and told me all of them paid a lot of money to rent the gym and watch us play. He said it was worth every penny. And then eight of the men paid an additional fee to play corn hole with us. I asked him if he had done this in a previous year with this sorority, and he said no. But when he heard about it this summer he was determined to get in on the fun. He was probably about 20 years old, very fit, and fun to be around. Not some sleaze bag.
We had eight pairs of men/women to make up the teams. We had two corn hole targets set up. They had been placed even further away than before, and we knew, after all the beer we’d been drinking, that it would be hard to get a bean bag in the hole. This was another strip event (shocking, I know) but this time, our male partners were included in the stripping. Each man wore hiking shorts and a T-shirt. I don’t know what they had underneath, but we were going to find out.
We all quickly began missing the target and had to remove a piece of clothing. In no time, I was only wearing my panties. When I would bend over to lob a toss at the target, my thong was crawling up my ass crack. My cunt was so wet that I am sure my panties were see-thru in the front. At every toss, my cunt was tingling like mad. If these men were not playing with us, I would have HAD to touch myself to get some relief.
Doug was a lot of fun to play with. He was witty and charming without being creepy. He was just here for fun and was really playing along with the event. He would stand behind me and nudge up against my ass, and “help” me toss the beanbag at the target. I could feel his erection throbbing on my ass and it made it almost impossible for me to concentrate on hitting my target. I soon was completely naked. So much for Doug’s “help”. I think he knew that.
Many of the teams were now completely naked as were some of the men, who were sporting impressive erections. It was quite comical to watch them carefully bending over to make a proper toss into the target, while their hard-on was bobbing around.
The game ended and I desperately needed some relief from the sexual tension that built up between me and Doug during the game. I grabbed his hand and found a secluded spot on the lawn and told him to lay down. He was already naked, so I did not need to remove anything. I just squatted over him and aimed his erect penis between my legs. I looked at him to see if this was OK, and he just grinned. I guess it was OK.
I slowly eased his hard prick inside my frothy cunt. I was so turned on by this time that I would have fucked anyone, but Doug was a great guy, and I was enthusiastic about fucking him. I bottomed out with my crotch against his. I stayed there, and bent over to give Doug a hot, wet kiss. I looked into his eyes and said “thank you, Doug. This means a lot to me that you are my first college fuck”. His eyes lit up and he leaned up to kiss me more.
We continued with me on top, slowly sliding up and down on his hard cock. I loved the sensation of his erection traveling in and out of my slit. When I bottomed out on him, I would grind my clit into his groin, which felt awesome.
He was beginning to get desperate, so he flipped me over. I was now on my knees and elbows, and he was behind me. He re-inserted his stiff tool in my cunt and began pounding me. I craned my neck around and shouted “fuck me, Doug! Make me cum! Fill my cunt with your jizz!”
He frantically stroked in and out and suddenly I had a crushing orgasm. I could feel every part of my body quiver from the knowledge that a guy I had just met an hour ago was about to cum inside me. He did. Doug grabbed a fistful of my hair and pounded away at my backside. He suddenly stiffened up and I could feel him ejaculate his sperm inside my desperate cunt. I had another orgasm as I felt each spurt bathe my vaginal walls. He filled me up.
He collapsed on top of me, so both of us were laying on the grass. I could feel his prick continue to pulse inside me. I was almost ready to pass out from the pleasure that had thoroughly drained me. We rested like that until we each caught our breath. He pulled out of me and flopped over on his back. I saw his prick, still hard, protruding from his crotch, so I did the polite thing and cleaned him off with my mouth. I sucked any remaining cum from his member and lapped up all our combined juices that I could find. Then I collapsed next to him and dozed off.
Jan’s voice woke me and so Doug and I found our clothes and got dressed without speaking. I looked at his face and could detect that he felt a bit guilty by fucking a young college girl. I held his face in my hands and told him it was one of the best sexual experiences of my life. I said I hoped I would see him again, soon. He smiled at me and said, “you can count on it, baby”.
I kissed Doug goodbye again and patted his ass as he left the building. Then I heard Devon’s stressed voice somewhere behind me. “Chelsey!, Potty Partner! Come quick, I have to pee, badly!” I found Devon and we dashed to the ice chest, where she quickly sat and drained her bladder. “Whoooee, I was afraid I would blow up before I found you, Chelsey!” I glanced at the front door and told her my guest just left. “I was a bit occupied by having the fuck of a lifetime,” I admitted. “Good for you, girl. I wasn’t so lucky. My guy was married, and he just wanted to play with naked girls but not fuck.” “At least he’s not a cheating bastard, I guess”. I told her.
“Now, bring that wet snatch over to my mouth so I can clean and pleasure you!”. She took my instructions well and we laid down on the grass, me on top, in a 69 position. Her dripping cunt needed attention. I lapped off all the pee drops and then explored her velvet petals further. I buried my tongue inside her as far as I could get. Knowing that she did not have a cunt full of cum was a bit of a downer, so I had to give her extra attention. I used the bridge of my nose against her clit and continued face fucking her lovely snatch. I loved the aroma of her female parts.
I tongued her as she was eating my cunt too. I could feel her tongue digging out the still warm sperm that Doug had so kindly deposited in me. It was draining out and she sucked it up as best she could. I suddenly was on the verge of another orgasm. Devon beat me to it and climaxed all over my face. Her orgasm triggered mine and I let loose a volley of female squirt that coated her face. We both gasped and flopped to the side, breathing hard. “I didn’t think there was any way I would climax again”, I told her, “After what Doug and I did, but you proved me wrong”. Devon just smiled and said, “you are very welcome”.
It was late, so I searched till I found Brittany, still naked, and chatting with a guy, also naked. They both looked like they had run a marathon. I walked to them and quipped “Looks like you two had fun, or were trying really hard to, anyway!”. B looked at her partner and grinned, then leaned into him for a kiss. “Well, I had fun, anyway…and I hope Brian here did too”. She grinned. So did Brian.
I told her it was time to head home. We found our clothes and shuffled off to our dorm room and crashed for the night.
Sunday
Today was the 3rd day of Sorority pledge weekend. So far it had been surprisingly fun. I never dreamed I would go along with running naked to the UC or parading downtown with no panties on and flashing strangers. And then playing strip volleyball and fucking the guy I played Corn Hole with! OK, I can believe I fucked Doug. That was awesome.
So, today, we met up and learned the history of this sorority. Eta Mi Pi has been on campus only a few years. The group is not affiliated with any national sorority chapter, just a single entity on this campus. We are supported by patrons, like the spectators who paid to watch us play strip volleyball and came back to the house with us. They pitch in financially to pay for the sorority house, utility bills and party costs. In return, they get special treatment by the girls of Eta Mi Pi.
After learning this, I began to realize that we were being whored out by the sorority to dozens of men. I did not know if I should be pissed off, or to be flattered. We got the benefits of the fun parties and have sex with mature men in a safe atmosphere rather than in the back seat of a car with some drunk college kid. After B and I discussed it on a break, we both felt it was no different than many other organizations that we might belong to, but we just paid admission with our bodies. I could live with that, considering I love to fuck. And now I know I am an exhibitionist too! And apparently, I am bi-sexual. I never knew that about myself.
There were more events scheduled for today, but first things first. We had to bring the shit/piss Tupperware containers and dump them into a big vat. Then we each peed in the ice chest. Then, we were cleaned by our Potty Partner. I loved that part! Then it was on to more games.
The first game was a tug-a-war. But not like anything I have ever heard of before. We were competing against just one other girl at a time. There was a 3 foot length of rope attached on each end to a large, black dildo. There was a loop screwed into the back end of the dildo where the rope was tied to it.
Each girl was naked, of course, as we are in nearly everything we do here. We would get on our hands and knees, facing away from the other girl. A dildo was inserted into each girl’s asshole, as far in as we could get it. Then we crawled apart from the other girl until the rope was straight between us. When Jan said “Go”, we would use our butt muscles to grab and hold the dildo in our ass, while trying to pull the dildo out of our opponent’s ass. This was another best of three event to determine the winner. Eight players, four winners in the first round, then the second round has four players and two winners. The last round is between the last two winners.
The loser of each round had to clean both dildos with her mouth and wipe them dry. They needed to be dry for there to be a way for them to stay in the girl’s ass when the tugging started. No one wanted to be the loser, so there was a competitive spirit to the game. Each player downed a glass of beer before each attempt.
It turns out I was paired against a chick named Gwen. She was taller than me and a bit thinner. I hoped that my soccer history gave me stronger abdominal muscles than Gwen. We were already naked and were in position on the ground. Jan gave each of us a dildo and told us “Ladies, secure your dildos!”. I eased mine in as far as the end of it would allow. It was tough to shove it in with no lube, but lube would make it impossible to keep in. The eyebolt and the knot were the only things I could feel sticking out of my ass. It hurt, but in a pleasant way.
We were told to crawl forward until we could feel a slight tug on the rope. Then, Jan said “Go, bitches! Pull out her plug!”. Neither of us jerked against the rope. I know that I did not want to pull it out of my ass, so I carefully squeezed against it, and leaned forward. I could not feel any movement, but my ass muscles quickly got fatigued. That was part of the contest, I guess, to see who outlasted the other in this odd tug of war.
I could not feel it move, but suddenly the dildo popped out of Gwen’s ass. I was relieved that I won the first round. We each downed another beer and got back in position. I shoved it as far up my ass again as possible, and felt it was securely lodged inside me. We were told to pull, and this time it slipped out of me first. Damn! I don’t know what happened. I lost concentration for a second and it popped out.
Another beer and another re-insertion of the dildos in our asses. I was more careful this time and did not pull hardly at all. I just concentrated on not letting mine slip out. In a few moments, Gwen’s dildo popped out. Wheeuu. This was harder than I thought it would be. We downed another beer and got in position again. It was 2-1 in my favor and all I had to do was outlast Gwen’s ass muscles. We were given the signal to start, and I almost lost it right from the start. Gwen had changed tactics and pulled hard at the beginning. I clamped down as hard as I could, like I was trying not to take a shit, and was able to hold in the dildo. Gwen lost her grip, and it popped out of her. I was the winner of this first round. Gwen, as the loser, had to clean both dildos with her mouth and wipe them dry with a towel. Her dildo was smeared with a sheen of poop, but mine came out fairly clean. So, Gwen mostly only got stuck licking off her own shit.
The second round started, and half of the girls were eliminated. It was interesting watching some of the girls’ wince when they had to lick the dildos clean. But some girls just popped the dirty things in their mouth like it was nothing. I am not sure what my reaction would be, so I hoped I would not find out.
We all had more beer, then the second round was to begin. There were only two contests, since four of the eight girls were eliminated. It was now me against a girl named Rhonda. She was athletic and well-toned. This might be tough for me. I hope my ass muscles could take it.
We did our insertions, and then Jan said “begin!” I used my same tactic of not pulling, just waiting for the opponent to tire out. It seemed to work, and I won all three of my attempts against Rhonda. I actually enjoyed watching her clean both dildos. She made it look sexy.
We took a last break, drank another beer and got into position for the last time. It was me against Brittany, which makes sense since she and I both were athletic and strong. She was gonna be tough competition. My asshole was really tired. When I shoved the dildo inside it just slipped in like nothing. I could hardly grip it. This was not good. Brittany was stronger and she managed to win the first attempt. I lost my dildo almost immediately. Concentrate, Chelsey, dammit!” I told myself. I didn’t want to lick those dildos. Or maybe I did.
We drank a beer and got into position again. This time, I visualized holding a plug in my ass, and I eventually won when I felt Brittany’s dildo pop out. Yea!. We continued until one of won three times.
It was now 2 and 2 so we were very close in anal strength, apparently. Who knew that this specific human characteristic would EVER be measured in life? But now it was a contest. May the best asshole win!
We were back in position. I thought I would get tricky this time and lunged forward quickly when Jan gave the word. My tactic failed and my dildo popped out before I even knew it. DAMN. Brittany beat me. She had the strongest asshole in the pledge class. I think she said the theme song from Rocky was playing in her head after her victory. Now I had to do the dirty work of cleaning both dildos. She handed me hers with a smirk on her face. “Here you go, bitch! Suck hard!”
I grabbed her dildo and studied it briefly, then popped it in my mouth as far as I could get it. It was warm and smelly, just as you’d expect something to be if it was just pulled out of an asshole. But the taste was not bad since there was not enough shit on it to give much flavor.
I licked the entire surface and when it was clean I wiped it dry. Then I picked up my dildo. The end away from the rope connection had a large blob of shit on the tip that went down at least an inch from the end. Damn, I guess my bowels gave up and let loose a turd when it popped out of my ass. I did not hesitate and jammed the dirty end of the shaft into my mouth and sucked hard to get the blob off. It rolled around my mouth, and I had to chew it to swallow. Then I licked the rest of the shaft clean and wiped it dry. It was quite a strong taste and unpleasant, but not so bad to make me gag. It was just poop. I could learn to like it.
We drank more beer and took a long break. My asshole really needed it, and I hope we had no more contests using those muscles. If you remember, we had all been instructed to save our shit and piss in large Tupperware containers. None of us knew yet what that was for. We soon found out.
Jan instructed for a small plastic kiddie pool to be brought out. It was probably 5 feet across and about a foot deep. Then we were told to bring all the shit-filled Tupperware containers and dump the contents into the pool. Then, the piss collected today in the ice chest was dumped in the pool. It was an awful looking muck. After that, a garden hose was brought over and water was added. We waited a while to let the mixture dissolve the shit. After a few more beers, and more piss from the ice chest, that we kept using to get rid of the beer we’d drunk that day, the cess pool, as I called it, was about half full. Jan had all us pledges take turns stomping the undissolved turds with our feet, like we were stomping grapes for making wine. It quickly became a soupy mess.
We still did not know anything about how this nasty stuff was to be used until Jan showed us a small plastic toy duck. It had been filled with water and the opening sealed up so it would sink. She tossed it into the filthy sludge, and it quickly disappeared.
All eight of us pledges were naked, of course, and Jan told us the rules of this new game. She told us “This game is like the last game, where two of you will compete against one another. There will be four contests, then the four winners of those will compete. There will be two winners left, who will then compete to see who the game winner is. Oh, and your hands will be tied behind your back. The challenge is to locate the sunken rubber ducky and get it out of the pool….using only your mouth.”
There was a collective gasp from all of us. With our mouth? Is Jan crazy?
This detail of using our mouth to locate the rubber ducky, in the sludge of shit, hit all of us hard. It was almost unthinkable to ask us to wallow in that dank soupy mess, but to put our faces in it and use our mouths….? OMG.
I could not bite my tongue and stay quiet. I had to ask….”Jan, Is this the last game? Are we finished after this? This is almost too much to ask us to do.”
Jan looked at me with a cold grin. “Chelsey, you don’t have to participate in this game. You can leave the pledge ship now if you are quitting. But I don’t think you are a quitter. Each of you girls were chosen based on what we learned of your background and attitude. All of you have been on sports teams. All of you have the drive and determination to overcome obstacles. Each of you exhibit an avant-garde attitude about sexual mores. In short, you have the kind of personality that we want at Eta Mi Pi. We want each of you to finish the pledge ship program and be sisters with us forever”.
Jan’s speech left us dumbfounded. We just looked at each other blankly. No one wanted to quit, but we could not imagine doing this challenge. Until Brittany suddenly jumped into the ankle-deep stew of filth, held her hands behind her back, and said “Tie me up, I am not a quitter!”
All the other pledges looked at her in shocked silence, then began clapping and yelling. They were all ready to keep going. I guess this meant I was gonna keep going too. We were all gonna be sewer sisters together.
Jan grinned and yelled “Alright, now! That’s the spirit! Let’s go. Gwen is paired up with Brittany. Let the best Shit Slut win!”
Gwen and Brittany had their hands secured behind their backs. They got on their knees in the kiddie pool, The sludge was about 6 inches deep and the rubber duckie had been tossed in and lost. Jan said “Kiss each other to begin. Remember, you are the sexiest shit sluts on the planet”. Both girls eagerly leaned into the other and both engaged in a long, wet kiss.
As I watched them kiss, my cunt flushed suddenly with wetness. I had a pang of jealousy as I stared at B and Gwen making out. I wanted to kiss Brittany badly. After this is over, I am gonna ravish her.
Jan said “Go!” to the two girls. Neither hesitated and leaned forward, burying their faces in the smelly muck. They swished their heads around like a starving animal looking for food in a mud puddle, except it was not mud. They would come up for air, and the filthy concoction would pour off of their heads and drain from their chins. Their mouths would gape open as they tried not to breath with their nose, to avoid the smell.
Brittany dove back in and frantically swept the bottom of the kiddie pool with her face, then suddenly started struggling. We could not see thru the muck, but her face emerged with a dark, slimy object locked in her teeth. The sewer sludge drained out of her mouth between her jaws after she emerged. She quickly leaned over the edge of the pool and spit the rubber duckie to the ground.
“Yeah, Brittany!” I yelled. “You found it! Awesome!”
B looked at me in triumph as the shit stew drained from her face. She was breathing hard from her effort. Her beautiful smile and those white teeth were brown with the slurry she had been wallowing in. She looked beautiful. I could not help myself. I grabbed her face and gave her a long, passionate kiss.
After we broke apart, Brittany looked at me and said “WOW!, that kiss made it worth it!”
Jan tossed the rubber toy into the sludge and called two names. Both girls hopped into the pool and had their arms tied. They got on their knees and kissed each other for “good luck”, I suppose. Then Jan said “GO!”
Both girls dove under the surface like ducks looking for crustaceans. They swirled around, stirring up the muck with their faces, trying to find the toy. Each girl came up to get a breath 4 or 5 times before one of them finally emerged with the toy lodged in her teeth. She had a death bite on the toy so she would not drop it and need to go searching again. She spit it out on the ground and stood up in victory. The other girl just gasped and stayed on her knees until she caught her breath.
When it was my turn, I was paired with Devon, my lovely new sorority pledge friend. We both climbed in the pool and had our hands bound behind us. We both instinctively leaned into each other and kissed. I winked at her and detected a blush. The rubber duckie was already in the sludge and lost before the shout from Jan to “Go!”
I did not know what to think about this awful stuff I was supposed to put my face in to find a toy, so I did not think about it. I just let pure gut instinct take over and I bent down into the muck and frantically swept the pool bottom with my face. I could not feel anything but lumps of undissolved turds on the bottom. At first when I found a large one, I thought it was the toy, and I latched on to it. But then my teeth sunk into it and it broke apart in my mouth. Damn, that was not it. I kept going, not wanting to waste time surfacing to catch a breath. I could barely hear the cheers of the girls around me as Devon and I sloshed under the surface of the shit stew. My lungs were about to burst but at the last second before I was going to come up for air, my nose bumped into the toy. I then opened my mouth wide to try and capture it. It scooted around the pool bottom, and I could not latch on to it with my mouth. I needed air, but I was so close to grabbing it that I had to stay and try. I finally found it again and grabbed it with my teeth. I gasped as I broke the surface of the sludge pond and spit the filthy toy out. I hoped I got it outside the pool since my eyes were tightly shut. I damn sure didn’t want to get any shit sauce in my eyes.
Devon was still under the surface not knowing I had won. Someone grabbed her so she would not have to spend another moment in the sewer sludge. I turned to look for her, as she emerged like the creature from the Black Lagoon, with shit goo oozing down her face from her hair. She had blobs of poop dangling from her beautiful large breasts. I shook the feces soup from my face and squinted to see how she was doing after her dive in the dank butt stuff.
So, now there were four players left, so two middle round contests to go next. It was nearly the same outcome for Brittany. She beat her competitor to the nasty toy duck almost immediately. Later she told me it was pure luck to find it so quickly.
My second round was next. Jan had us turn back-to-back and then she dropped the rubber duckie behind and in between us. So, we had to turn around on our knees and try to balance with our hands still bound behind our back. This took the luck out of finding the toy quickly since both of us had equal luck to find it I dunked my face and began manically sweeping the pool bottom. I hit my opponent’s head a few times since we figured it to be in the same spot. I guess I did get lucky anyway and found it before she did. I managed to get it in my mouth and spit it on the ground in fairly short time. The most difficult part of this game was to make my mouth open when I knew the sewer soup was going to flood my mouth and throat. That part was tough.
So, it was time for the third part of the game. Just me and the final winner. And of course it was Brittany. I wanted her to win, but my competitive brain was very strong. We got on our knees, again back-to-back and the toy was dropped in between us. I felt it glance off of my butt cheek, so I knew which side to pivot to and begin my search. But I lost my balance when I rotated and fell into the muck before I got around. Then, with my eyes now closed, I was not sure how far to turn. I plunged back into the nasty stuff, and did my usual sweeping action to find the damn duck. I got lucky and felt it hit my chin. I stopped moving and felt around for it with my face, then opened my mouth when I felt it hit my lips. I clamped on it and pulled it up. Brittany must have realized I bumped it because she surfaced at the same time as me.
The toy was in my mouth, as the sewer soup drained from my maw. I shook the sewer sludge off my face and made sure I was aimed outside the pool before I spit it out. I saw Brittany sitting there. I paused. Then I edged over to her, and she knew to open her mouth. We both bit on it and walked on our knees to the edge and dropped the damn, nasty thing over the edge. We were cheered and Jan yelled “It’s a tie!” I looked at Brittany and her lovely mouth, covered in shit. Her kiss was what I wanted. I leaned into her and plunged my tongue into her willing mouth. We kissed as passionately as two lovers could when both are covered head to foot in sewer sluice. We were still locked together when our hands were cut free. I then grabbed her face and continued my assault. She kissed me back and our arms wrapped around each other like we had been apart for years.
Jan interrupted our kiss by asking if we wanted to stay in that shit all day? We broke off the kiss and climbed out. There was a hose nearby and someone started hosing us off. We were the only two still covered in shit. I had the stuff in my mouth, ears, and I am sure in my cunt and every opening to my body. I grabbed the hose and did the honors to B and rinsed her face and hair. Then I shoved the end of the hose in her cunt and flushed it out. I did the same for my own cunt. No telling what kind of germs were lodged in there from this contest.
After we all were somewhat clean, the beer was brought out and we began drinking heavily. I wanted to get drunk to wash my brain of this ordeal. Brittany had the same idea. We parked our naked bodies on the ground, near the keg, and continuously refilled each other’ glass.
I had not noticed, but while Brittany and I were finishing the final contest the yard had filled with the same spectators that came to the house after the volleyball game. I spotted Doug in the crowd, and he came over and kissed me. He ignored the stench still emanating from my pores, and I eagerly kissed him back. He was wearing shorts and a T-shirt and I could see smudges of shit on his shirt. I guess I was not very clean after all. He ignored the filth. He picked me up and carried me to the same spot where he and I fucked yesterday. He stripped down and was soon on top of me. I could feel his hard member split the lips of my cunt and enter me. I could not believe he even wanted to touch me, let alone kiss and fuck me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him deep inside me. I instantly had an orgasm when he bottomed out in me. It felt glorious.
We were tangled together like that for a while, then I told him not to cum in my pussy. He looked at me strangely, then pulled out. I got on my hands and knees and told him to fuck my ass. That was the most fitting hole for his cum today. He did not need to be asked twice and eagerly speared my asshole with his hard member. I could feel every inch of his manhood as it pushed inside my anus. He filled me deeply. I told him to “fuck the shit out of me”. He did. He pounded his cock in me until I had another crushing orgasm, and then I could feel him unload several jets of sperm inside me. I could feel each one bathe my rectum. Then he collapsed on top of me. We laid there, together, until his erection slipped out of my ass. He said “You are so fucking awesome, Chelsey. You are just incredible.”
We found the hose and rinsed off the sweat, grass clippings and remaining shit soup, as best we could and joined the other girls and spectators. A few of the men were still fucking some of the girls. It was a great tension breaker from the ordeal we had all just finished.
Jan called us all together and made an announcement. She had been keeping score of who won the most events. That girl would get one last special treatment, courtesy of our male sponsors. “The winner, and most competitive girl I have ever seen in the sorority pledge weekend history, is Chelsey.” I was astonished. I thought I was the least likely to be the best since I was constantly thinking this was a crazy way to get eight girls to bond together. But I guess being naked together, exposing ourselves to strangers, and wallowing in shit is one way to make a girl bond with her fellow victims.
Jan had me come to the center of the yard and kneel on the grass. Eight of the male patrons circled around me. They were all naked now and were sporting impressive erections. They each had one of the girls of the pledge class kneeing in front of them. The girls, on cue, began sucking the men’s hard ons. Jan was working on Doug. I wondered if she knew she was tasting my ass on his dick. I liked the idea of that, and grinned. Then, one man quickly stepped in front of my face and jacked off. He shot a load of warm sperm on my face. Wow, that was unexpected. Then another man hopped up and spew a load of cum on my face too. All the men shot a load of jizz on my face and I was soon coated with spunk. It was running down my face and blurring my vision. The final person ready to unload on me was Doug. Jan had managed to coax out another load and he energetically blasted it on my face. I opened my mouth, and he let me suck off the final drops.
So, earlier I was covered in shit stew, and now coated with man juice. I prefer the man juice. Jan told everyone the pledge class had concluded, and we had all made the cut. We were now officially Eta Mi Pi girls. Everyone cheered.
I got hosed off again and found my clothes. It had been so long since I had to take them off that I was not sure where they were. I am very comfortable now being naked around others, so I really didn’t care if I were dressed or not. I just waited for the air to dry me off, while Doug and I chatted. I told him that after I had a good bath, and had my lady parts all cleaned up, I was anxious for him to “Eata My Pie”. He said he’d be honored.
The next weekend we had the official swearing in of all new members of Eta Mi Pi. The final act of the ceremony was to remove our panties. “Here we go, again”, I nudged Brittany. We were individually taken to a room off the main hall and told to lay on a bed. There was a person in the room I had not seen before, who wore a surgical mask and gloves. Oh shit, what is going on? The final act to join was to get our clits pierced. I was afraid of the pain but figured that all the other sorority girls had gotten pierced like this so I could do it to. The needle felt awful as it stabbed thru my most sensitive tissue. I thought I might pass out, but the pain went away quickly. The Jewelry attached to the piercing, was the Pi symbol. The symbol dangled just under my clit. We would now always wear a symbol of the sorority on our body. I proudly displayed it to Doug later that night.