by Zane
“Nope, none of that.” I was hoping he wouldn’t pass the hell out when I told him the truth. The brother’s nerves seemed a bit on edge, but I like them timid sometimes. “The name of my sorority is Alpha Phi Fuckem.”
That did his ass in. “Oh, come off it. This is a joke, right?”
“No, not at all.” He started looking around as if he thought I was working for Candid Camera and trying to play a trick on his ass. “I’m for real. I want you to accompany me to Atlantic City this weekend and knock some boots.”
“DAMN!” He had that look they all have—the one they get when they realize that we’re not bullshitting and just want some dick carte blanche without the attachments.
“Look, are you down or what?”
“Hold up, baby. You never even told me your name. I’m—”
I put my finger to his lips. “You’re my cumdaddy, and you can just call me Soror Ride Dick.”
Well, by the time the last crouton hit the top of my blue cheese dressing, it was a done deal. I told my cumdaddy to meet me along with the rest of the crew behind Iverson Mall the next evening at 6 P.M. sharp to get on the bus for Atlantic City. The sorors and I opted not to fly or drive different cars and decided to charter a bus instead. We wanted to get a bit freaky on the way up there, and boy, did we!
The D.C. chapter now has thirty members instead of just twenty-four. It was a real tight squeeze on the bus with all the sorors and their playmates on board, but the more, the merrier. Some sorors sat on laps, with or without the man’s dick whipped out and inserted, and Soror Lick ’Em Low, a new inductee who has a thing for sucking on balls, got her freak on in the tiny lavatory of the bus.
The bus driver, Ralph, was the happiest man alive on the way up and almost wrecked, between trying to see what we were doing and glancing at the porno tapes we were playing on the tiny television screens throughout the bus. Soror Voyeur was responsible for providing the videos. She has quite the collection, so it was mad interesting.
We all got fucked up on the way up, and I literally got fucked too. My cumdaddy shed all his inhibitions, flipped my ass over one of the plush seats, and banged me slowly from behind while I sipped on a Bartles & Jaymes. Patricia’s playmate was a male stripper she picked up at some thug club. I could tell she was going to have problems with his ass all weekend. He was smoking so much weed that he had trouble keeping a hard-on while she was sucking his dick on the bus.
When we got to Atlantic City about 10 P.M., most of the other chapters had already arrived and settled in at the casino hotel. NYC, L.A., and Atlanta were strongly representing. Those three chapters seem to grow by leaps and bounds every year and have at least fifty members each. Detroit is up to about fifteen members now, and Chicago has about twenty. The Miami sorors had yet to arrive, but their plane was due in before midnight. They are about a dozen members strong.
The biggest surprise came out of left-fucking-field when we met the members of our new chapters from Nashville, Tennessee, and Atlantic City. The two chapters worked together to plan and host this year’s convention, and to say the new sorors are a bit out there is a serious understatement. They’re fucking wild, and you know that’s deep if I am saying it.
They had all the room keys already, so none of the men could get our real names from the registration desk. In fact, we were all registered under aliases anyway, so it wouldn’t have mattered much. I still had to admire the lengths of discretion the new sorors went to. What was even more appreciated were the toys they strategically placed in all the hotel rooms. Instead of breath mints on the pillows, there were dildos, edible panties, and a pair of shiny new handcuffs on each bed to enhance the weekend’s activities.
In the bathrooms, along with the shampoo, soap, and toothpaste provided by the hotel, were baskets full of scented body oils, liquid latex, butt plugs, and anal beads. They also had a bottle of champagne chillin’ in every soror’s room. It was the bomb, and I knew the weekend would be the shit.
The main activity of the night didn’t start until 1 A.M., so cumdaddy and I made good use of time by taking a hot shower and doing the flying 69 in the warm stream of water. He turned me upside down and ate out my pussy while I sucked his dick. The water hitting up against my clit and his tongue action made me cum at least three times before we hit the bed and destroyed all the effort the hotel maid had put into making it up neatly. For about an hour, I did what I do all too well and rode the hell out his dick.
We were exhausted but woke up a little when we took another quick shower to get dressed for casino night. At 1 A.M., the happenings began in a private casino of the hotel. As soon as everyone hit the door, all the clothes had to come off. We enjoyed a night of playing blackjack, poker, roulette, and craps in the nude. By prearrangement with the hotel, all the cocktail waitresses and dealers were nude too—just a big-ass room full of butt-naked people, and it was all good.
Instead of cashing in chips for money, you had to cash in your chips for sexual favors from the person of your choice. That’s when the shit got real interesting, ’cause the sorority ended up having the biggest orgy in its history that night. People were fucking anywhere they could find a spot. I fucked three men at the same time on top of the green velvet cloth on a craps table while my cumdaddy fed his dick to two of the new sorors from the Nashville chapter. They were all on him, and I thought they were about to come to blows over it, because they were both being so damn greedy with the dick. Can’t say I blame them, though, ’cause the brotha did have some good-ass dick.
I enjoyed myself immensely. A dick in the hand, one in the mouth, and one in my pussy beats two in the bush any damn day. By the time 6 A.M. rolled around and the sunlight began to stream in through the skylights of the private casino, we were all ass-out, dicks and tits and ass everywhere.
We were served brunch in our respective hotel rooms about noon and then set out at 3 P.M. to head to a private spa. There, the hosting sorors had us all pampered with full-body massages, and different people enjoyed sexing each other down in various hot tubs, saunas, and massage rooms.
Cumdaddy and I had a great time making love on a massage table with the ceiling fan going full speed overhead. Both of our bodies were still silky smooth and tingling from the body masks we were given. I’m sure you can probably guess who was on top. They don’t call me Soror Ride Dick for nothing.
At 8 P.M. Saturday evening, we got down to business, and it was the only time any of us were fully clothed the whole weekend. We had our banquet in a ballroom at the hotel, all dressed in formal wear. The men all had on tuxedos, and the sorors were all decked out in the latest fashions. I wore a skintight black sleeveless gown with a split going all the way up the back and no panties. What can I say? I have this thing about walking around coochie-free, and so I did. In fact, my cumdaddy and I played a little game to see how tight my pussy muscles really were and how much control I have over them. He put a pair of Ben Wa balls in my pussy before we left the room and bet me I couldn’t walk around all night with no panties on and keep them from falling out.
The keynote speaker was from the old school of sorors. We call her Soror Love Lace because she wears something made of lace 90 percent of the time. She’s actually an investment banker, and she went over the investment strategies and agenda for the national chapter’s combined assets. The evening was informative and enlightening as we dined on lobsters, scalloped potatoes, and string beans almondine.
After the banquet was over, most of the sorors went clubbing at another hotel a little way down the boardwalk. Since I won the bet and kept the balls in place all night, I collected on it and made cumdaddy suck on my pussy under the moonlight on the beach for a good hour before we joined the others.
We turned that mother-fucking club out too. They were expecting us to be stuck-up and snobbish because of the way we were dressed. Instead, we ended up scaring half of the sexually repressed customers away and putting on one hell of a show for the ones who stuck it out. The Nashville sorors got up o
n the stage and started freaking all over one another and ripping each other’s expensive gowns off while the rest of us cheered them on.
After they were all in their birthday suits, they had a dance competition and a sexy body contest. The winner was awarded a twelve-inch dildo in a black velvet box, and the runner-up received a gold-plated vibrator with an anal sleeve. The sorors from Nashville are my type of peeps. I was digging it.
We finished the evening off by having a Soul Train line in the nude. There were mad dicks doing the Bankhead Bounce coming down the aisle, and I was admiring every one of them. We had a beautiful dick contest, and I was proud when my cumdaddy took the honors and received a golden dick trophy. I bet he’s still showing that shit off to his friends now.
We all went back to our rooms about 2 A.M. and did whatever was clever. I spent the last few hours with my cumdaddy, getting to know him better in three ways: mentally, physically, and orally. It’s a damn shame we can never keep any of the bomb-ass dick we run across. Sometimes I wish the rules were different, but a vow is a vow is a vow, and I will never break it.
The majority of us were so fucked out that we slept most of the way home on the bus. When we got back to Iverson Mall, I almost got emotional when it was time to say goodbye. Patricia had to practically drag my ass to the car. I maintained my composure in the end, waved farewell to cumdaddy, and went home to my man. When he asked me how the antitrust law seminar in Richmond, Virginia, went that weekend, I simply replied, “Awesome!” It damn sure was. Soror Ride Dick, over and out!
A Personal Reflection from Zane
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ZANE is the New York Times bestselling author of, among others, Afterburn, the Flava series, and Dear G-Spot. Her television series, Zane’s Sex Chronicles, is featured on Cinemax, and her bestselling novel Addicted has been adapted for a major motion picture. She is the publisher of Strebor Books, an imprint of Atria Books/Simon & Schuster, and lives in the Washington, D.C., area with he
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Addicted
Shame on It All
The Heat Seekers
The Sex Chronicles: Shattering the Myth
Gettin’ Buck Wild: Sex Chronicles II
The Sisters of APF: The Indoctrination of Soror Ride Dick
Nervous
Skyscraper
Afterburn
Edited by Zane
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