So there we were, Marilyn and I, a week later, in the basement of the frat. Why do all these things take place in the basement? We can’t do this in the main hall, or someplace more comfortable – like a bedroom? And the smell – smells like sweat and lust and beer – oh, and cum! And I knew by the time Marilyn and I had fucked our way through this room, the smells of lust and cum would overpower anything else in there.
Marilyn and I sat upon two large arm chairs – thrones for us – as Nick led the two new pledges in. They were both naked and trying to maintain some modesty by covering their crotches with their hands. Nick had wanted them dressed in robes, but Marilyn and I overruled him. We knew having them come in naked to be presented before us would just add to their sexual humiliation. Marilyn and I wore robes – white of course, to lend to the solemnity of the occasion.
Underneath we each had on leather corsets and black seamed thigh highs, our feet slipped into a pair of modest black leather heels. And of course around our waists were our PVC strap-on harnesses, with my 8-inch dildo and Marilyn’s purple dildo attached. None of the pledges could see either one…yet!
Nick began leading them in some chant and telling them what an honor it would be for them to be in the fraternity. I just turned, looked at Marilyn and rolled my eyes – BLAH, BLAH, BLAH. I wanted to gt to why we were here – to fuck some ass! Finally, Nick looked over at us, “Ladies?” he bid, and we both stood up. Then he looked back at the pledges, “Each of you has a choice. Tonight, those two sexy, lovely aldies will have their way with both of you. If you choose to stay, you’ll become part of the fraternity. If you leave, you’ll never be allowed here again.” Then Nick turned back to us, “Ladies? Why don’t you show them what they have to look forward to?”
I looked over at Marilyn, and she smiled “Well, let’s show them, Delia!” There were gasps as we whipped off the robes and stood there in our corsets, strap-on’s dangling obscenely in front of our hips. The pledges kind of looked nervously at each other. Finally one of them, turned and walked out, mutering “I’m no fucking fag, no chick is going to put that in my ass!”
“Well, honey,” I said to Marilyn, “looks like just one left, and no mystery as to whose cherry should get popped first!”
Marilyn walked over to the pledge, and began running her hands up and down his chest, his cock already rock hard, “Oh, yes, a very lucky guy who is going to be ridden hard tonight – and never forget what it’s like to get fucked!”
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