the I Phelta Thi Sorority - Part 1 - Sex Stories

the I Phelta Thi Sorority - Part 1

“We need you for an initiation,” said the young sorority girl. She was pretty, with an ivory face and long dark curly hair trailing loose down her back, held in place by an earth-tone bandanna. She was thin, with round wire-rim glasses, and dressed semi waif-like, in a chocolate brown dress and a green vest.

“Why me?”

“It has to be someone old,” she said.

“Thanks.”

“Over 30.”

“Well, yes,” I said.

“And you are a guy aren’t you? A man, I mean.”

I glanced down at my lap. “Last I checked.”

The girl with her had long blond hair, and was of a more robust body type, bronzed skin, wide shoulders and full breasts.

“Is he OK?” the waif with curly hair asked the buxom blonde.

“Um, sure, I guess.” was the reply.

“Thanks for the overwhelming enthusiasm,” I commented.

“She had the choice between two options,” said the waiflike girl. “Either perform garbage cleanup by the highway as an act of social service, or. . .” she paused.

“Some other act of social service?” I prompted.

“Bring an older guy to orgasm,” she almost whispered.

That

woke me up. Fortunately I had finished my coffee.

“My God, I can’t believe you said it out loud here!” said the blonde, with a huge smile. “As we’re sitting here on a bench in the middle of the shopping mall!

People were walking around on all sides, but none too close by. One teenage girl with too much makeup was watching us, but I don’t think she heard the comment.

“She really wants to be in our ...

... sorority,” said the waiflike one. “Don’t judge us. It’s the rules.”

“Which sorority?” I asked.

“I Phelta Thi.”

I raised my eyebrows. “Those aren’t greek letters,” I pointed out.

“It’s a kind of a new sorority. The other names were all taken.”

“Well, I suppose I could be persuaded to help you out,” I said. “What do you need from me?”

“Meet us at our sorority house,” said Waiflike, handing me a slip of paper with a handwritten address. “When you come in the front, ask for the sex room.”

“The sex room? Do I just barge right in?” I said. “I don’t want to meet another guy in there.”

“I guess you should knock. A lot of times the girls like to eat each other out in there, so ordinarily guys aren’t allowed, except for initiations. But this time all of the new girls except one opted for picking up garbage. Climate change and all that.”

“And this is the one?” I asked. “What is your name, if I may be so bold?”

“Bold,” muttered the buxom bronzed blonde, laughing. “Just so long as you’re not Italic. I’m Desiree.”

“And I’m Sarah,” said the waif. “How about you? What’s your name?”

“You can call me ‘V,’ I said mysteriously.

“V. Like ‘Vagina?’ quipped Desiree.

I laughed. “Verily, vivacious, vivid, and voluptuous!” I replied.

“So,” said Sarah, “Can we see you in, maybe a half an hour? There’s plenty of parking out front.”

I was there in twenty minutes, but of course there was no parking out front, or anywhere near. Plus, of course, the one-way streets in ...