Date: 5 Aug 2001 21:27:33 -0700
From: Jan <janmay699@icqmail.com>
Subject: the Sorority (College Adult Youth f/F)

Warning:

This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of
explicit sexual acts between a woman and a teenage girl.  If this
type of content offends you, or you are under the age of 18 do
not read it.

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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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