Sorority slavegirls

CHAPTER ONE

Vickie Williams wiped her palms on her dress, inhaling deeply while keeping her knees modestly together. Why were these awful feelings happening to her again? Her body was doing terrible things to her! The tips of her tits were so hard they seemed about to poke right through her bra. Her young virgin cunt was moving as if it had a will of its own. Its full, pliant outer lips curled and trembled as her clit popped to the surface.

When she shifted position in the soft living room chair, Vickie could feel the velvety surfaces of her snatch rubbing together, making her shiver all over. Chills swept over her body as she watched the two young men talking quietly in the corner.

This was the first night of rush on UCLA campus. Vickie had been sought after by several sororities primarily because of her father's judicial position on the Los Angeles federal court. Now she sat nervously in the elaborately furnished living room of Phi Delta Omega, intimidated by most of the young actives who moved effortlessly and gracefully around her.

"May I get you more coffee?" one tall, long legged brunette purred behind her.

Vickie nearly jumped from her seat. In spite of her father's important position in court and his moving around the best social circles in town, the blonde teen had never developed the social graces so many of her peers had.

"No, thank you," Vickie stammered, twisting around in the chair and finding a friendly, open face staring at her. What a change! Most of the girls spoke kindly to her primarily – she suspected – because of her father. This one seemed genuinely friendly.

"End of awful, isn't it? My folks insisted I join this sorority even though it's full of snobs," the brunette whispered, leaning down and letting her long brown hair cascade over her shoulders.

"The name's Shari… Shari Williams. I'm on the greeting committee. The only reason they let me stay on is 'cause my father owns half the city. Say, you like what you see over there?"

Vickie felt a blush of shame. She'd been caught staring at those two young men. She lowered her eyes and moved the coffee cup around the saucer.

"No problem. The tall black-haired one's Jeff Zimlak – kinda macho, don't you think?" Shari said, folding her arms against her tits and resting against the back of the chair. "They say he's really… well, you know, got something to really offer a girl."

Vickie felt her stomach turning over. She'd never heard this kind of talk before. Even though she was extremely attractive with large, pendulous tits and slim, boyish hips, the young girl always commanded respect from both her few dates and few friends. No one ever brought up the idea of sex, let alone the body organs involved. Her mother had been a very pious, very cold woman who had instilled her chilled piety into her daughter. And now…

"I don't know what you're talking about," Vickie whispered in a trembling voice. How could she he like that? She certainly did know what the brunette was talking about.

The young woman flashed her eyes over Jeff's body. He was wearing a tight-fitting white cotton T-shirt with matching white tennis shorts gathered in front, revealing a hefty bulge that hinted at his cock-size. Standing there, talking casually with his friend, Jeff Zimlak made Vickie breathe harder and more irregularly. His black beard, his moustache, his white teeth, those thick-muscled arms and legs – everything about him made the blonde teenager hotter by the second.

"Sure you do," Shari said in a confidential whisper. "I can get him over here if you want."

"Don't, don't you…"

But it was too late. Shari flashed her a wickedly mischievous smile and moved quickly to the other side of the room.

Vickie wished she could have sunk into the soft cushions pressing against her tight little ass. The young woman kept her eyes glued to the saucer, occasionally moving them up and watching as Shari talked to Jeff. She saw him roll his eyes in her direction, size her up, then smile, his red lips curling up in sardonic amusement. His white teeth gleamed in contrast to his surrounding black beard and moustache.

Vickie shivered once more. He looked more like a weightlifter than a college student. And, oh, God, he was coming over with Shari!

"Jeff, I want you to meet… you know, I don't think I even know your name," Shari said, putting her hand over her mouth and laughing tightly.

"Vickie. Vickie Williams," the young blonde said, flushing red. What could she say? More chills swept over her body as Jeff's smile broadened. "Jeff Zimlak. Are you planning to join?"

"I… I don't know," Vickie stammered. The young man had placed one foot up on the couch armrest, his shorts gathering up into his crotch. "It's a good house, even if some of the girls are stiff," he said, flashing a knowing smirk at Shari. Vickie's eyes swept over his crotch. His shorts were pulled tightly against his groin, showing off clearly a thick roll of dick-meat cradled between his legs. For an instant, Vickie wondered how long it was when it was hard.

She'd seen pictures of black men in Africa with cocks almost one-foot long! How she trembled when she thought of something that thick and long piercing her cunt, skewering her body like a spear! No, no man with something that big could ever marry her, could ever pin her down onto a bed and… do that horrible, messy thing to her that her mother appalled!

"What's on your mind?"

Vickie was embarrassingly aware that she'd been staring at the outline of his dick. Did the others notice?

"Oh, nothing. School, I guess," Vickie said, feeling herself rising to the occasion. She started chatting about her coming classes and what she hoped to be taking. Shari seemed disappointed the conversation had taken this turn. But Jeff said nothing, keeping that smile frozen on his face while he took inventory of the blonde teen beneath him.

"Sounds very impressive and ambitious. I hope you can succeed here," Jeff said, his eyes seeming to burn now with something more than friendly interest. Vickie rose from the sofa, avoiding the amused stare from his dark eyes.

"Say, you can help Vickie," Shari said to Jeff. "She doesn't know a soul around here, do you? Come on, I don't have to know your life history to figure that one out."

Vickie felt close to fainting from shame. No, she didn't know anyone around campus, and she certainly didn't know her way around Los Angeles all that well. Her mother had practically kept her a recluse for eighteen years. The sexual revolution had passed by the Williams' house unannounced. She would have welcomed being shown around campus by anyone… anyone except Jeff Zimlak.

"Well, I don't know. I have a lot of things to do and…"

"It's no problem for me," Jeff interrupted, putting his foot down and standing spread-legged in front of her.

"Well, I guess it'd be all right. I've got to get back to my dorm room early, though, to get ready for tomorrow. First day of classes."

"No problem. I've got a place in Westwood just outside the main gate over on Gayley Avenue. Maybe you'll wanna take a look at it later and get an idea of what else you can live in out here," Jeff said easily.

Vickie made a silent vow not to wind up in his apartment. She could only guess at what would go on there.

"Good, you're all friends. I've got to move around here and see if anyone else needs help," Shari said.

After Shari left, Vickie excused herself and walked to the bathroom. Her composure snapped as soon as she was in the tiny room. She had to get away from that ironic voice, those subtle hints, that look that made her shiver and feel weak aft over.

Awful, awful. The way he looks at me. Me… just as if I'd enjoy getting fucked!

Vickie sucked in her breath, feeling awful about using a dirty word. She had promised herself she'd never say things like that to herself or to anyone.

Why can't I stop thinking about that word? the girl thought, leaning against the sink and holding her hands over her ears as if that would keep the tantalizing word "fuck" from her mind. She tried to compose herself. She shut both eyes and stood quietly in the middle of the tiny room, forcing herself to breathe normally. When she dropped her hands, Vickie thought she could hear Jeff's voice outside the door. Did he know she was inside? Was he going to slip in, lock the door and…?

"No!"

The young blonde laughed at her own hysteria as she wheeled around and locked the bathroom door. How stupid! The house was filled with actives, pledges and guests. No one would try something like fucking a girl in a bathroom.

That word again! Yes, yes, it made her excited to think of that word, to picture in her mind what it entailed. Fucking, what a wonderful, terrible word. Vickie closed her eyes, stretching her arms out and holding on to the sink. She felt the room swaying around her. Giggling hysterically, the girl tried to quiet the rising heat in her cunt. Her clit tightened and throbbed as the itchy ache surged through her pussy and radiated out toward her belly and asshole.

"Damn, damn!"

Vickie bit down on her tower lip until she could taste blood. Oh, why couldn't she knock down the frightening, wonderful feeling washing over her snatch? Her tits felt so tight, so swollen. The young woman leaned forward, pressing her forehead against the cool glass of the mirror above the sink. Almost without thinking about it, Vickie reached down and rolled her skirt up, shoving her fingers down under the elastic leg band of her silken panties until she touched her bloated pussy-lips. "Mmmmmmm!"

Her mother had, forbidden her to masturbate. But there were some things the older woman couldn't supervise every second. Late at night, lying naked and uncovered in her narrow bed, Vickie would fantasize, thinking about some man crawling over her, pinning her helplessly down to the bed as he made her do whatever he wanted. It was during those fantasies that Vickie moved her fingers up and down her pussy-crack, tweaking her clit, rubbing it back and forth until she came. But here, here in the bathroom of a sorority house…? Vickie giggled again as she pulled her cunt-lips farther back, exposing her tiny, pulsating clit.

"Ohhhhh!"

Vickie opened her eyes and saw the fog on the mirror created by her hot breath. Ohhh, she was so hot, so willing to have a man fuck hers in her mind, Vickie saw Jeff standing, his thumbs hooked around his tennis shorts, peeling them down while the bulge pressing against his briefs grew longer, thicker.

"Ahhhhhhh!"

The blonde teenager eased two fingers into her fuck-hole. Lost churned through her belly, making every nerve ending in her body vibrate. Vickie leaned heavily against the sink, the rim pressing against her pumping thighs. The young woman rolled her clit around between her fingers, sinking her thumb deeper into her cuntal flesh.

"Jeff, Jeff!" she panted, rocking her firm, taut ass back and forth. She was standing on tip-toe now, pumping her butt up and down, fucking herself with her stiff fingers. Her belly seemed to churn while her thighs twisted shamelessly. Vickie pinched her clit hard as guilty thoughts about the young man rose in her mind. No, she could never stave off an attack in his apartment. She would be spreading her legs, inviting him to feel her over, to strip her of all clothing, to fuck her!

"Fuck, fuck," the young girl repeated, her ass cheeks jiggling as she rose and fell against the sink. The mirror was wet with her misted breath while her fingers slipped along the cool porcelain surface of the sink. Her ass tightened and separated as Vickie thrust her hips from side to side, sawing her cunt against her fingers. She twisted her swollen clit between her thumb and forefinger, hoping to bring herself off quickly. Others must be wanting to use the bathroom. Surely, if she stayed in much longer, people would start to suspect something it would take time to air out this place. Already Vickie could smell the heavy perfume of her evaporating pussy juice.

"Ah, ah!"

Vickie was gasping, sobbing, throwing her head from side to side and letting her long blonde hair thrash across her lust-swollen face. With a sharp gasp, the young blonde teenager shoved her fingers into her tight cunt one last time and gave her clit a hard jerk.

"Mmmmmmmahhhh!"

Vickie felt a firestorm envelope her body, consuming her pussy and spreading up to her belly and finally her tits. She slipped to the floor, her body jerking and twisting as if someone had attached a live wire to it. She had climaxed, come with a force so violent she'd nearly passed out!

When she finally opened her eyes, Vickie discovered herself on the floor, her head resting against the side of the bathtub. Ohh, how had she managed to do such an awful thing? Feeling shame and guilt, the young woman stood up shakily. Every movement was painful to her. Her body wanted to rest, to drink in the luxurious glow that had settled over her flesh after so violent an orgasm. But Vickie knew she had to get out of there.

Turning on the exhaust fan, the young woman then splashed cold water on her face, trying to take her mind off her pussy which still throbbed with the force of her climax. How uncomfortably wet she was when she moved, Vickie could feel the crotch panel of her panties sticking to her outer cunt-lips. She had to get back to her room and change! She couldn't go out on campus feeling like this with Jeff Zimlak!

"We thought you fell in or something," Shari giggled as Vickie reappeared in the living room. Jeff was standing in the corner talking to his friend again. "If you play your cards right you could have an easy quarter. His dad's one of the big department heads here at UCLA. Lots of girls have turned Jeff's head the right way, if you know what I mean."

Vickie was horrified! Would she have to… fuck Jeff in order to pass school? No, that was silly! Things like that just didn't happen anymore.

"Ready? We won't be long. I've gotta spend the night boning up for biochem this quarter," Jeff said, nodding good-by to his buddy.

Vickie sighed with relief. His manner seemed to change while she was gone. He was less aggressive, less on the make now. They walked for an hour around upper campus, through the sculpture gardens, past Royce Hall and over the central quad to the grand stairway. Jeff chatted easily, telling the silent Vickie about his dream to become a chemist for Dow Chemical.

As they walked by the Student Union on lower campus, the young blonde realized they were heading toward the south entrance to UCLA.

"I think we'd better go back," the girl said, feeling her old nervousness coming back. Was he trying to lull her into a false sense of security, talking so easily and openly to her, then leading her into his lair?

"Yeah, it's getting kinda late. But I thought I'd show you some of the apartments around here. They're pretty nice, although you've gotta fork over a lot. But your dad's loaded like mine, isn't he?"

"Well, I think so. But my parents thought I'd make more friends in a sorority house."

"Sure, sure," he answered quickly as they left campus and turned west on Le Compte. "I belong to a frat. But livin' at the frat house is a drag. They're always makin' too much racket to study or do other things."

Vickie could just imagine what those "other things" were. She continued to walk alongside Jeff as they turned down Gayley.

"Nice, isn't it?"

Vickie had to admit the street had charm. Tall maple and eucalyptus trees arched over the narrow street, shading the area protectively. Small houses and apartments with neatly manicured lawns lined either side of Gayley. It was almost too perfect to be real. Vickie thought it had a Disneyland cuteness about it.

"Some of these places are a steal," Jeff said, slowing down as they approached a two-story brown stucco apartment house halfway down the street. "My place. Come on in. It's hot today and I need something to drink."

Vickie felt all the danger signals tripping in her mind. Don't go in! Don't go, or you won't come out that door the same!

"I'd better not. It's getting late and I've got so much to do. I have to decide whether or not to join the sorority and…"

"You'll join. All the girls around here whose folks are important or have money join it sooner or later. Pressure on the family, on you, you know," Jeff said, shrugging his shoulders. "Come on."

Pressure? What kind of pressure? What kind of pressure was he going to put on her? Already Vickie could feel the tugging of persuasive strings as she walked reluctantly up to the door of his building.

"Don't took so gloomy. Once you get used to the rules, it's not so bad."

Vickie followed him into the darkened hall, past several closed doors and up a narrow stairway. Somewhere in the distance she could hear a stereo faintly playing jazz. There was giggling behind some doors and the faint aroma of marijuana. There was little doubt college students inhabited this building.

"This is the place," Jeff said proudly, fishing out his keys and unlocking the door.

"Only for a few minutes," Vickie warned, passing in front of him. She shivered, feeling his hot breath against the back of her neck. Had he purposely leaned forward and done that or was it just her imagination?

"Water, or something stronger?" Jeff asked, passing in front of her, crossing the living room into the small kitchen.

Vickie sat down on the edge of an old couch. "Just water, thank you," she said, still looking around. There were the usual things male college students have scattered about the living room – guitar, books on yoga, sex magazines poorly, "hidden" by newspapers.

"Here you go."

Vickie smiled, taking the cold glass of water. Just for a minute, then she'd get out of here and never come back.