by D. L. King
Sorority president Rainer McDaniels stepped to the center of the darkened boathouse situated on the large lake that bordered our campus, and the low murmur of conversation between the sorority sisters abruptly stopped. The rest of us had been silent, probably too scared to speak, and a hush fell over the room. Rainer was legendary on campus. A senior now, she was some kind of musical prodigy and could have had a career in classical music, but had decided to pursue a high-level tech engineering degree, the details of which I could barely understand. Pale and lean, dark-haired and black-eyed, she was the epitome of a brooding genius.
“Tonight,” Rainer pronounced, “we finalize our list of pledges and offer you the opportunity to join us in solidarity and seduction for the remainder of your time. I’ll remind you that everyone has signed an oath of secrecy, and even those of you who will not become one of us are sworn to uphold that vow.” She didn’t smile even though her tone was soft and seductive. “Just remember this. If you ever decide to share what happens here tonight,” she said, glancing around, and it seemed as if she made eye contact with each of the pledges, “we’ll know. We’ll know, and we will uphold the honor of the oath. Do you all understand?”
“Yes,” we answered in one voice. I glanced out of the corner of my eye at Kari. She was staring, an odd expression on her face. If I had to put a name to it, I’d say she was fascinated. Maybe she really would enjoy what was coming.
“Good.” Rainer smiled. “We want tonight to be pleasurable for all of you, even those of you who will be eliminated.”
I registered the shock on everyone’s face and was sure my expression echoed it. What did that mean, elimination?
“We’ve invited twice as many participants as we plan to accept as new pledges. All of you show the kind of personality and passion we seek, but we can only make a final decision after we see how you put that potential into practice.” Someone pushed a large green fabric chair into the circle and Rainer sat down, resting her hands on the broad wooden arms and crossing one ankle over the other. The other sorority members came to stand on either side of her. I was viewing the queen, or in this case, the king, and the royal court.
Two sorority members brought maroon velvet-covered footstools, placed them on either side of Rainer’s chair and knelt on them, facing each other with Rainer in the middle. One unbuttoned Rainer’s shirt while the other opened the tab on her trousers and slid down the zipper. Rainer’s expression didn’t change. She looked as if she wasn’t even aware of what was happening.
“For the first elimination,” Rainer said, “each of you will turn to your left and face the person beside you. She will be your partner.”
My partner was a small Asian woman whom I remembered seeing at rush week but never spoke to. Her eyes were cool and assured, although not unfriendly.
“Each pair will retire to the furniture provided. Before you recline, please remove all your clothing.”
Someone laughed. Nervous laughter.
“Please begin.”
For a second, neither of us moved. Min, whose name I finally remembered, suddenly swiveled and strode to a broad hunter-green sofa ten feet away, directly in front of Rainer. She pulled her sweater off over her head, just as quickly divested herself of her bra, and then pushed her jeans and underwear down and kicked off her shoes. She was naked before I’d managed to follow her. My hands shook as I unbuttoned my shirt, pulled it from my jeans, and, working on autopilot, continued to disrobe. I sensed Kari somewhere close behind me, a soothing presence. Whatever craziness was about to begin, I wasn’t alone.
“You and your partner are to pleasure each other simultaneously, using your mouth, hands or tongue. The first member of each couple to orgasm will be eliminated. You may start now.”
I caught glimpses of the two attendants on either side of Rainer stroking her exposed breasts and abdomen. She was superhot, but I didn’t have a chance to watch. I stared at Min, wondering which of us would bolt for the door first.
“I’d like the top, if you don’t mind.” She smiled, a disconcertingly self-possessed smile. “I’m sure this won’t take long.”
She was obviously confident. Well, so was I.
“Sure.” I stretched out on the sofa, pulled a small throw pillow behind my head so I knew the angle would be good, and let my legs fall open. She deftly straddled me, her knees at my shoulder level, her elbows beside my hips, her arms cradling my legs from underneath. If there was a bell to start, I didn’t hear it. Her mouth was on me before I’d barely gotten comfortable between her thighs. My hips jerked and I swear she laughed. I wrapped my arms around her ass and tried not to think about who was watching. Min knew what she was doing. She started out licking on either side of my clit, just enough pressure to make me hard, and ending lower down, stroking the sensitive lining of my inner lips. My clit twitched and pulsed. She was good, sure, but so was I.
I grabbed her ass to keep her from pulling away and closed my mouth around her whole pussy, sucking gently. Her clit was right at the level of my tongue and I sucked it between small, quick flicks on the underside. Her thighs trembled but she made no sound. She didn’t have to. She liked it.
Concentrating on her helped me ignore the growing pressure between my legs. If I could keep my mind on what I was doing to her, I might not come all over her face. When she reached down and stroked my opening with two fingers, I wasn’t quite so sure. My clit pounded. A hard ball of heat grew and throbbed in my pussy, threatening to explode. I wanted to be stroked, to be filled, to be fucked while she sucked me. I wanted to come in her mouth, all over her. Fuck. I was losing my rhythm, and she moved in for the kill. Her tongue was a magic wand, stroking, teasing, pressing. I was going to come so fucking hard.
I moaned, tensed my ass and tried to pull away, but she held fast, sucking the shaft between her lips so I couldn’t escape.
I had to distract her, or I’d be eliminated very, very quickly. She was disciplined, but I knew she wanted to come—I could tell from the turgid fullness of her clit, the way her pussy lips opened and slicked. Her thighs trembled, and I knew I had her on the edge. Trouble was, she had me there too. My clit was ready to go off in another ten seconds no matter what I did. I slid a finger inside and fucked her while I licked her, but I still couldn’t get her to go. I was going to lose the damn competetion, and if I did, I might end up leaving Kari there alone. I couldn’t do that.
I felt the churning, pulsing blast building inside me, and desperate, I tried the only thing I hadn’t tried yet. I ran my thumb between her lips, soaking up her come, and pressed it to her ass, circling and massaging the tight ring of muscle while I sucked her clit. Maybe the surprise was what broke her, but she pulled her mouth off my pussy and cried, “No! No, no, no.”
I almost cheered. Oh yes.
Her pussy pulsed against my face and she came jerking in my arms, writhing against my mouth while her ass clenched over and over. When she finished, limp and moaning with her face buried against my thigh, I dropped my head back, gasping. My clit was still on fire, but I hadn’t come. Yet.
Waiting for my body to slide down from the almost-coming brink, I turned my head, searching for Kari. She wasn’t far away. She never was. She straddled the lap of a muscular redhead in a big overstuffed chair six feet away. Her back was to me. All I could see were her toned shoulders, the delicate sweep of her spine, and her round muscular ass, rhythmically flexing as she rocked against the woman beneath her. One of the redhead’s arms disappeared between their bodies, and I imagined her stroking Kari’s clit, sliding her fingertips over Kari’s slick pussy, bringing her closer and closer to the edge. Kari jerked, her hips starting to shake. Damn it, she was going to come. Watching her get ready to come pushed me right back up to the brink. Fuck, I had to be careful or I’d come by accident.
I heard a moan and realized it was Kari. Aw, Kari, come on. Don’t let her win. Just when I was certain Kari was about to come all over the redhead’s lap, Kari reached back, cupped the redhead’s puss
y, and in one sweet move, slipped her fingers inside. I grinned when the redhead’s legs shot out, stiff and trembling, and her whole body arched off the chair. I heard a yell, and knew it was all over. Kari did her nicely, fucking her slowly until she finished. You’d never know it was the first time Kari’d ever done it. As the redhead’s legs slowly relaxed, Kari looked over her shoulder in my direction. She smirked, and I could almost hear her say, “Not bad for a beginner, huh?”
I gave her a thumbs-up. Smugly, she turned back and kissed the girl. Hell, she’d just topped like a veteran. Apparently, Kari and I were the top tops in the room, since the other couples were all still going at it. Moans, cries, babbling, and curses filled the air. I concentrated on getting my clit back to baseline. Whatever was coming next, I didn’t want to start out at half-mast. First Min and then Kari had me wanting to come as bad as I could ever remember.
After another few minutes, Rainer’s voice penetrated the haze of sexual murmurings.
“This round has ended. Those of you who have come will no longer be joining us for the rest of the evening. You will be escorted back to your rooms. We thank you for pledging and for joining the evening’s entertainment.”
One of the younger sisters came to stand by us. Min sighed and gave me a sweet kiss. “Good luck. You were fantastic.”
I sat up and pushed my clothes into a pile while she finished dressing. Across from me, Kari did the same. You all right? I mouthed.
She grinned. Super.
I’d seen her naked before, but somehow, the muted light of the boathouse and knowing she must be as aroused as me made her more beautiful than ever. Her dark nipples, tight and small, stood erect on her perfectly oval breasts. Her lean belly sloped down to muscular thighs and delicate calves. My clit twitched, and I gritted my teeth. Really, really bad timing to be this horny.
As if she was reading my mind, she shook her head in mock disapproval. I could see her eyes laughing. She was enjoying this, for sure.
I jerked when Rainer’s voice rang out again.
“We’ve now reached the final point of elimination. Each of the remaining pledges will please have a seat.”
While I’d been ogling Kari, the sorority members had arranged big chairs like Rainer’s throne in a semicircle. Eight of them. I glanced at Kari, who lifted a shoulder as if to say, We’ve come this far, and we took seats side by side in the half circle. I didn’t know the woman to my left.
She had to be close to six feet tall, with big wide shoulders, a long lean torso and muscular legs. Her skin was ebony and glistening, her breasts as full and tight looking as mine felt. She glanced at me out of almond-shaped eyes similar to Kari’s, but she didn’t speak. Everyone was on edge.
Rainer walked to the center of the half circle.
“You’ve all proven your sexual expertise, and for that you will be rewarded. Your only requirement to pass this challenge is to exhibit control and stamina while the sisters take their pleasure. You will refrain from orgasm until each of the sisters has finished. To show you that can be done, I’ll join you in this exercise.”
The two women who’d flanked her before on the footstools stepped into the circle and quickly undressed her as if they had done it dozens of times before. They probably had. Naked, she settled into the chair facing the semicircle so everyone had a view of what was about to happen. Shar placed the red velvet footstool in front of her and knelt on it. Other sorority members formed a line until one was facing each of us. A brunette—a sophomore, I think—wearing nothing but a slinky black bra, matching lacy panties and a hint of a hungry smile stepped up between my open thighs. Why did she have to hit just about all of my fantasy triggers, like I wasn’t hot enough already?
“Begin,” Rainer said.
Everyone knelt and my breath whooshed out.
Shar went down on Rainer and, as if at a silent signal, all the others followed suit. I gripped the arm of my chair as a warm mouth closed over me. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Kari stiffen and I tried really, really hard not to imagine how she must feel right now. I could take it. I’d have to take it. How long could they possibly do this?
My clit tensed and plumped up as the brunette between my thighs teased and sucked me. Okay, if I didn’t think about it, didn’t look at her, I could do this. I watched Rainer, her expression impassive as the blonde head between her legs slowly moved up and down. I could imagine Shar’s tongue sliding between Rainer’s pussy lips the way the brunette’s slipped over mine. Shar reached up and caressed Rainer’s tight belly and breasts, moving from one to the other, thumbs brushing her nipples. Rainer watched me watching her and smiled as if highly amused.
Suddenly the mouth on me pulled away and I breathed a sigh of relief. Okay, I made it. And then the sorority sisters got up as one, moved in a choreographed game of musical chairs, and another woman took the place between my thighs. Jeez. This one’s rhythm was totally different, faster, harder, fingertips and tongue dipping inside me and then up and swirling around my clit. The increased tempo jacked me up hard and fast.
Beside me, Kari moaned. My thighs tightened.
“Don’t,” I gasped, whether an order for Kari or myself I didn’t know. Damn if the woman between my legs didn’t laugh.
Next to me, the big tough number whimpered. “Fuck, she’s gonna make me come.”
My vision swam. I was about to come myself. I tried to focus, searching for anything to divert me, and my gaze landed on Rainer again. Her face was set in that same smug expression as if nothing was happening, but I recognized the tension in her body as a redhead this time licked and fucked her. Damn, though, Rainer’s control was amazing. I gritted my teeth, met her gaze. If she could hold on, so could I.
Blessedly, whatever timer they could hear must’ve gone off because they all moved again. How many times were they going to do this? The few seconds when the contact was gone was enough for me to back myself down, but every time my clit twitched, I was closer.
“I don’t think I can do this,” Kari whispered, her voice ragged and faint. “I want to come so bad.”
“Don’t,” I said, and now Shar was between my legs, parting me, caressing the sides of my clit with her thumbs. I made the mistake of looking down as she licked me. Her eyes met mine, hazy and hot. Oh fuck. “Fuck!”
I wrenched my gaze away.
Rainer was chuckling. I grimaced, ground my teeth together. Fuck no. Rainer caressed the back of the head of the woman between her legs, her hips slowly thrusting. Goddamn her, Rainer was fucking her mouth as if she had all the time in the world. I didn’t dare try that. If I did, I was going to come in Shar’s mouth in a hot second.
The big jock next to me shouted, bucking and writhing in her chair. I couldn’t not watch. The sister sucking her off stroked her belly and her breasts until she collapsed, muttering Fuck fuck fuck over and over again. I realized I’d cupped Shar’s neck, pulling her mouth harder against me, the way I did when I wanted to come. I forced myself to let go. I heard two other pledges come, one keening as if in pain, the other hooting wildly. Whenever someone orgasmed, the sorority sisters who brought them off dropped out of the line. Thank god. Maybe I had a chance to win whatever this game was. They all switched places again, and then only Kari and I were left. Along with Rainer.
Rainer, as cool as ever. Her eyes were hooded, her knuckles white on the edges of the chair, her expression remote and superior.
“I’m going to come this time,” Kari groaned. “I have to come so bad I don’t care anymore.”
Paulie knelt in front of Kari. Shar moved into the space between our chairs and a redhead took her place between my legs. When the redhead slipped inside me and started kissing my clit, Shar reached down and played with my nipples.
“Oh god,” Kari cried. “It feels so good. She’s gonna make me come.”
“Me too,” I murmured. Enough already.
Kari reached between us and grabbed my arm. I found her hand and held it. Rainer smiled as if she approved.
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My clit was on fire, a pulsing ember between my legs. I had maybe ten seconds to go. And then I saw it. A grimace broke across Rainer’s face, and she glanced down at the brunette sucking her. Her stomach muscles tightened, etched beneath her skin like carved engravings on a stone statue. She was about to come. She looked over at me, and I grinned, my vision going dark.
“Now,” I called, the sweet lightning coiling up my spine.
Rainer shouted, coming at the same instant, and I felt my body go rigid like I’d been electrocuted. I came and came, Kari’s hand still gripped in mine, my eyes locked on Rainer’s. Harder than I ever had in my life.
Limp and exhausted, I glanced at Kari.
“Nice job,” she gasped, laughing.
Rainer rose, as cool again as if nothing had ever happened. Naked, she passed down the line of pledges, kissing each one, murmuring a welcome. She lingered a minute with Kari and then came to me. Bracing her hands on the arms of my chair, she leaned down, but instead of kissing me, she whispered in my ear, “Next time you come tonight, I’m going to be the one making you scream. No one touches you again until me. Do you think you can take it?”
The answer was easy.
Pledge night was over, but the pleasure was just beginning.
COYOTE GIRL
Evey Brett
She came to me at dusk, a creature as wild as the coyotes and foxes that hunted in the shadows of my little adobe home. One moment, there were only the shadows cast by the stones and mesquite trees, and the next, she emerged, lean and lithe and ghostly with her rifle slung over one shoulder and a kerchief tied in a band around her head. My heart leapt to see her, even as I let out a cry of worry as I saw the blood on the front of her shirt and the way she staggered as she walked. I’d never asked her name. She’d never asked mine. So I called her my chica coyote. Coyote Girl. A trickster if ever there was one.
Once, there had been only Apache roaming this part of the Arizona territory. Now, immigrants, prospectors and soldiers traveled along what, until last year, had been the Overland Mail route. Until I’d come here I’d made a good living as a curandera, tending to the sick and injured. My mother had taught me the art, just as her mother had taught her, all the way back through the generations, and I’d added to my knowledge by being a nurse to those fighting in the Mexican wars. I’d hoped to teach it to my daughter, with whom I’d been traveling the route in search of a better life, but when she’d been bitten by a rattlesnake, we’d been forced to take shelter just inside the valley. That was how I’d met Coyote Girl. She’d found me weeping over my daughter’s grave.