French Kiss

Halfway thru my freshman year in college, I was invited to join a sorority. One of my best new friends was a sister and had nominated me. I accepted and was told to report to the sorority house promptly at noon on Friday. I arrived a few little early and was told to wait in the hall. While I waited several girls came down the stairs and some whispered and giggled to each other as they passed me. Finally my friend came down. She told me that during the initiation I was to do exactly as I was told, and that if I hesitated I would be punished by the sisters and if I refused I would not be allowed to join them. She gave me a big hug and led me into the living room.   It was an emense room with lots of couches and overstuffed chairs in a horseshoe around a big stone fireplace. Barbara led me to the center to stand in front of the entire sorority. The President started to speak to the sisters. She told them that I was the last of this year's pledges, that Mistress Barbara had nominated me, She asked if there were any objections so far. No one objected. She turned to me. She told me that until I had completed the initiation I was not to speak unless told to, to address the sisters as Mistress and to do everything I was told to do or suffer the punishment. She asked if I accepted these rules. I said yes. All the girls giggled. She said she didn't hear me right. I said "Yes, Mistress President".

One of the sisters took out a file folder, another a Polaroid camera. She took a picture of me and gave it to the sister with the folder.   Mistress President told me that they need to know everything about me. She told me to tell them all about my sexual adventures, to start with my first kiss, to my first bare tit, my first feel of cock, etc. I started to tell them about Jimmy, my first boyfriend. I described our first kiss, our first makeout session, and the first time I let him slip his hand under my sweater and into my bra. One of the sisters spoke up. She told me to take off my blouse. I looked to Barbara. She nodded yes. I unbuttoned my blouse and eased it off my shoulders.

The sister with the folder, Mistress Janet, asked me what size bra I wore. I told her 32A and continued about my next real boyfriend Tom. Tom was the first to get his hands into my pants to finger my slit. Mistress Janet asked me if I had been fingering myself before that episode. I told her I had never fondled myself. I continued to describe my first view of Tom's erect cock. A sister from the back yelled out for me to take off my jeans. Again I looked to my friend, she nodded yes, I went to the table, opened my jeans, slipped them down below my knees. I kicked off my shoes, stepped out of my jeans, and laid them on top of my blouse. Mistress President told me to stand with my legs apart, my hands clasped behind my neck, elbows out to the sides. When I was in position, she told me to describe my first taste of cock. As I described Tom's hard sexy cock, my first attempt at sucking and my first taste of cum, I could feel my cunt juicing up, getting very wet.

As I described Bob and his taste for pussy, Mistress Karen came over to me. She told me to keep talking. She lifted my left shoulder strap and cut it with a pair of scissors. Then she cut the right strap. All the sisters were giggling at my predicament. As I described how Bob's long tongue had licked me to creamy satisfaction, Mistress Karen pulled the bra from between my titties and snipped it. Dropping it to the floor, Mistress Karen told me to show my tiny boobies to the rest of the sisters. With my hands still behind my neck I walked around the inner circle of girls to show them my bare bosom. Mistress President told me to bend over so she could get a better look. As I bent closer she reached up and took my nipples between the thumb and forefinger of each hand. She pulled them down. My buds stiffened, when she tweaked them. Mistress President let go and told me to finish showing them off. I continued my show. Several of the sisters took their chance to pinch and stroke my titties. I had never been touched by a girl, and all these tittie touches were making my cunt so itchy. When I finished, I went back to the center and waited for more instructions.

Mistress President asked if my pussy was still virginal. I told her I had screwed with a couple of guys. She told me to describe the complete de-flowering session. I began to describe Mark, his gorgeous hard cock, and all the things we did that night. When I got to the part about "sixty-nine"ing with me on top and Mark slapping my asscheeks, Mistress President told me to stop, turn around and bend over. She told me to ease my panties down until just below my cheeks.