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