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The Sorority
By
Jan
Having just finishing my freshman year at Southern University I was looking forward to joining a sorority. The freshman year was such a shock. From high school where teachers tell you everything they want you to know to college were the professors don't care if you are even in the classroom or not. They give you a mountain of books to read with different points of view on the same subject. Then they use only one book -- the one they personally agree with -- and the only time material in the other books comes up is in tests where you're asked to compare ideas.
When it came time for me to get out of the freshmen dorm and find a place to live or a sorority to pledge myself to, I wanted to find one that would let me explore life for myself. I found out that one house was known for it's liberal attitude on campus. So when rush week started I made a point to get invited to that house.
I made visits to other houses just to be sure. When I visited the house with the reputation I liked, I even made a point to have an audience with the housemother. She was introduced to me as Ms Thelma-May. What an impressive woman she was! She was a tall woman, in possibly in her fifties. Her coarse hair was graying and she wore it in straight, tight flip above her shoulders. She had a nice figure but was thick with large bosom. Even though she was dressed for a party she still looked like a woman in charge.
She invited me into join her in her private office while the party was in full swing in the reception room, so we could have a talk about what I was looking for in a sorority. She poured us both a cup of tea and sat next to me in the chairs in front of her desk, rather than on the other side like a formal meeting of a superior and an underling. When she had finished telling me all of the advantages that this house offered, she asked me if I had any questions.
I leaned close and told her that I should tell you about myself. I come from a very religious Southern Baptist black family. It was bad enough that they caught me in bed with my boyfriend before I left home to come to college, but if they knew that I wanted to find a sorority that would let me explore my sexuality they would disown me for sure.
Ms Thelma-May looked at me with a loving smile and asked me what I meant by exploring my sexuality?
I was embarrassed to say it but I finally told her that I didn't know if I was gay or not and would like the chance to find out.
Ms Thelma-May leaned back and gave me a big belly laugh. She told me she was sorry, she was not laughing at me. She said, "Honey child if you want a little gay action I can see to it that you have as much as you want. In fact I think it would only be appropriate that you share my room for a few weeks to see that you get settled in properly."
Then she said, "In fact I think our most ardent sorority sister should guide you for your first year." She said excuse me a moment and left the room. When she returned she was with a very nice looking girl that looked 21 or 22 years old.
Ms Thelma-May introduced this girl as Juliet.
Juliet extended her hand and as I took her hand she placed her left hand over the back of my right hand. She gripped my hand and led me back to the three chairs in front of Ms Thelma- May's desk. She held my hand as we sat down. She was holding it in her lap.
Juliet said that Ms Thelma-May had told her that I was the most promising pledge this crop of freshman had to offer. She told me that only a select number of pledges would make it into this house.
True to their word I was rushed to join their house. The laws have changed in all Greek houses to stop any hazing of underclassmen but some form of it still lingers on. I was made to dress in a flannel nightie and my hair was plastered with a thick gob of starch and my face was painted like a clown. I was given a baby pacifier and a teddy bear to carry and then I was told that I had to enter bars in the Latin Quarter of New Orleans and sing the songs that patrons requested.
I was welcomed into the house as one of the new sisters. My family came down and helped me move all my personal stuff into the double room occupied by Juliet. To save room the beds were set up like bunk beds on top of a closet and a desk was under the bed. There was a light under the bed so that one student could study and not disturb the one that may want to sleep. My brother was busy setting up my computer while my mother and I hung my clothes in the closet. Juliet kept my dad busy telling him all the neat things our house had to offer. She showed him our personal library and the game room. It had a projection TV and a couple of pool tables and Ping-Pong tables. She was telling him that the house liked to keep the girls close so that they didn't get into trouble hanging out in off campus bars. She was convincing him that his daughter was going to be supervised and that they had nothing to worry about.
Ms Thelma-May met them and told them how pleased that I had selected this sorority and that she personally would see to it that I kept up with my studies. She knew how easy it is for college to over whelm students with all the distractions of football games, dances, and parties. She told them that she ran a quiet house and very few girls dropped out of school from this house. She proudly told them that eighty-six- percent of the girl's graduate from this house. In fact, this house has the highest percent of graduate student in the school.
My family was duly impressed with the house and my new friends. By the time we made our good byes that night I was exhausted. The hustle and bustle of all the new sophomores moving in was finally over. The returning upperclassmen that were moving into new rooms had relocated the week before. So they were settled in and spent the time either helping the plebes or gathering around to check out the new fish.
The dorm rooms were set up so that two rooms shared one bathroom between them. That meant that four girls would be sharing one shower, toilet and two sinks. The counter top was going to be a mess all the time.
I finally got the chance to take as shower and put on my nightie. I was just about to climb up into my bunk when the phone rang. Juliet answered it and told me it was for me. She told me "lucky girl" with a wink.
The phone acted as a house intercom too. It was Ms Thelma-May. She asked me if my parents were happy?
I told her that they were thrilled that I was going to have the supervision of such a fine woman.
She asked me if I was ready for bed?
I told her that I was just going to bed when she called.
She said good, come down to the first floor and to her room.
I told her that I would be right there.
I asked Juliet why she wanted me at this time of night.
Juliet chuckled that Ms Thelma-May had selected me to be the first pledge to receive her personal tutelage for the new academic year. "Don't worry about me," she said. I will visit a couple of or sisters tonight.
I went down stairs and knocked on the door to Ms Thelma-May's office and her adjacent private bedroom.
When I entered the office Ms Thelma-May was sitting behind her desk. She had on a stylish negligee. The topcoat was dark enough to hide what was underneath, but not the shape.
She was drinking a golden liquid over ice in an old fashioned glass. She asked me if I would like a drink and I accepted. She poured me a glass of Seagram's Seven over ice with a splash of Seven-Up into a large old-fashioned glass like hers. She leaned across the desk to hand it to me.
She asked me if I was still interested in exploring my lesbian sexuality?
I told her that I was.
She told me that she was glad and that she wanted me to join her in bed tonight.
I was a little taken aback by her up front approach to something that had only been whispered about in my home.
She stood up and held out her arm as she walked to the side of her desk. I joined her and she led me through the adjoining door to her bedroom.
She asked me if I needed to use the bathroom first?
I told her that I was OK!
I looked around the room. It was very stylish. It could have come right out of the magazine American Style. It was a woman's room filled with warm mauve walls and old Victorian furniture. This was not new copy stuff; this was the authentic 1890's furniture. The vanity chair was covered with thick brocaded roses in a color that picked up the color of the walls. The four poster bed had a matching bedspread in a matching pattern. The mirror on the dresser was large and reflected the rose color of the room.
Ms Thelma-May removed her negligee duster and draped it over the back of the round vanity chair. Now I could see her body through the thin negligee she had on. Her skin was still smooth and I could tell that her skin was a honey colored brown. Her large breasts had to be at least an F-cup. Her areolas were large brown ovals with thick nipples. Visible through the material were her broad hips with that dark patch of pubic hair between her legs.
She sat on her bed and invited me to stand in front of her so she could get a good look at me. I had on a modest nightie made of cotton. The south is too hot and humid to dress warmly at night, so my nightie was made out of polished cotton.
Standing in front of Ms Thelma-May I was nervous about a stranger seeing my body nude for the first time. She reached down and lifted my gown up by the hem. She took her time and looked at me as I was exposed. When my thighs were exposed she reached out and felt the firmness of my inner thigh. The flesh on my legs trembled as the muscles jerked under the touch of her hand. She held the nightie in one hand as she lifted it up in front enough to see the tangle of my pubic hair. It was like little wire watch springs. It was all tangled into a mat of black hair between my legs.
She reached out with her free hand and touched me. My body jerked from the soft touch of her fingers. As the fingers sought out the crack of my vagina I spread my legs until my feet were about shoulders with apart. Her skilled fingers sought out my hooded clitoris and the manipulated it until the pink flesh was exposed to her eyes. Then her fingers sought out my vaginal opening and the disappeared into the hole all the way up to her fist. When she took her fingers out I regretted it immediately. She used her wet fingered hand to turn me around so she could inspect my derriere. She lifted the nightie up until she could see me from the waist down. Like all the women in my family, I have a bulbous derriere. There are two dimples in the small of my back that curve out to the swell of my ass. She pried the cheeks of my ass open and looked at the rose colored ring of my anus. She blew air onto the sphincter and watched it pucker up tightly.
She stood up and pulled the nightie over my head and tossed it onto the vanity chair. I could not help covering my breasts with the palms of my hands as I watched her in the dresser mirror. She had a grin on her mouth, as she obviously liked what she was looking at.
She ran her hands over my back as she turned me around. She stood back to admire me from the front. Being an athletic girl by body is tight and firm. She took my hands and pulled them to pull my hands away from my breasts. The breasts are a nice C-cup with little areolas and large nipples. They are very dark against my light brown skin. She took each nipple between her forefingers and thumbs as she toyed with them. What a turn on that was! She even leaned forward and took each nipple in her mouth in turn to suck on it a little.
She pulled back the covers on the bed to reveal rose colored satin sheets. She told me to get comfortable. As I crawled over the bed to the far side, Ms Thelma-May turned on a soft mood light that turned the room with a soft rose color. The air-conditioner was on and the room was cool.
Ms Thelma-May lay down next to me. She took me in her arms and pulled me to her. She kissed me on the mouth like no woman had ever done to me before. As I breathed through my nose I felt like she was sucking my breath out of me.
She had one hand on my back and moved up and down until it finally settled on one of my round butt cheeks. The other hand traced the outline of my jaw and then my shoulder. When her fingers felt the soft flesh running from my armpit, they followed the swell to the breast. She too it in her hand and cupped it softly.
I was so exited that I wrapped my legs around her left leg. I was rubbing my pubis against her leg.
Ms Thelma-May stopped kissing me on the mouth and left a wet trail with her tongue down my neck until she had my left breast in her mouth. I put my hands on the back of her neck as if I was afraid she might stop.
She took the hand that had been on my breast and ran it down my body. When she reached the pubic hair she used her fingernails to comb it. Then she slipped her finger into the crack and found my clitoris again. She toyed with it until I was begging her to make me cum.
Only then did she abandon my breast. She moved down the bed until she was between my outstretched legs. Her chin was resting on my mound as she looked up at me. I looked at her with nothing but love. She clamed the entire mound with her mouth. Then I felt her tongue prying my vagina open. She licked me from my cunt to my clitoris. Then she sucked my clit until I was bucking my hips off the bed. I felt like I needed to climax but I just could not make it. When I felt her forefinger at the opening of my anus it puckered and resisted the entry. But as the finger entered my ass I climaxed in her mouth. She crawled back up beside me and took me in her arms while I rested. I felt so relaxed in her arms.
I asked her if I should do the same thing to her?
Ms Thelma-May smiled at me and told me that if I wanted to do it she would love it.
I started kissing her like she had me. But she still took charge and put her tongue in my mouth and moved it around until she sucked my tongue into her mouth and then sucked on it some more. I was feeling both her big breasts. No way could I cover even one tit with both hands. They were so soft; they felt like rubber pillows. I could not resist sucking on the nipples. I took turns working on both of them like a child that could not make up its mind, which one tasted better.
I finally was drawn to the smell coming from her cunt. I scooted down and looked at my prize. I used both hands to open her up. Her labia were thick red lips that did little to hide her clitoris. I put my mouth over her clitoris and sucked it like it was a nipple on a baby bottle. But Thelma-May had more games to play.
She turned over and got on her knees and with her head on the pillow she reached back to pry open her ass cheeks. She begged me to kiss her on the anus.
I looked at her anus puckering and was drawn close enough to smell her ass. I blew air on it and watched it pucker. Then I licked it and she let out a satisfied moan as she ground her hips into my face. When I put my tongue in the hole it clamped down on my tongue several times. I reached under her to play with her clitoris with my fingers.
I had never dreamed about doing this to anyone before. I was thrilled from it and soon I was switching between her cunt and her ass until she gave out with a satisfied cry and spread her legs out until she was laying face down on the bed as she recovered.
I crawled back up to my place on the bed and kissed her again. She gave a little shutter, as she tasted her own cunt and ass on my mouth. We slept that night in each other's arms. True to her word I slept with her every night for the first two weeks of school. I was an experienced lesbian by the time I was to return to Juliet's and my dorm room.
Ms Thelma-May had other plebes to instruct.
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