Delilah

You are DELILAH, an 18 year old freshman pledge to CCL, one of the most notoriously gay and horny sororities in the world.

And on this stormy night, they decided it was time to initiate you.

Another pledge got dragged into it: Rey.

You’re a slim, black girl long hair and glasses. In other words, pretty normal.

But Rey? Rey is this tanned, ripped, gym rat girl with incredible abs and a sexy, confident way of carrying herself… gosh. You have such a crush on her. And Hailey. And some of the other girls.

Anyway, the CCL officers stripped you and Rey naked and made you compete: bobbing for dildoes in a basin of rum. That got you drunk, but didn’t accomplish anything… so they took it to the next level and made your initiation even crazier. They made Rey pick you up and carry you away from them as they hunted you, naked with strap-ons. Rey was the ‘knight’ supposed to protect your virginity. It’s just CCL’s horny take on hide and seek.

So Rey carried you down to the basement, where the two of you found Shelby: the beer delivery girl. Shelby had discovered some kind of secret cache of like… CCL memorabilia, and an old-fashioned vibe, too. You and Rey got her off for fun, then you got a little hot and heavy yourselves while hiding from the officers.

But then Rey ran off and… where did she go?

You and naked and cold, but also sweaty. Your thighs are still coated with your juices, and you smell like sex because of, you know, you and Rey getting frisky in a dark corner of the basement.

But where did Rey go?

You shiver, padding your way through the dark corridors and aisles, lined by racks full of old, dusty bottles of wine. There’s lots of junk around, and of course you’re barefoot, so you have to be careful not to step on any of it.

There’s an open door and the awful storm outside… but no sign of Rey. When she ran off, you were about to go down on her. Like… you were really looking forward to that. She gave you a great orgasm with her fingers, and you just wanted to… where’d she go?

It kind of hurts your feelings.

“Yaaah!” you scream as someone grabs you from behind, and something cold and hard presses against your rear.

“Got you,” Beth says, sounding a little out of breath. Her petite body is pressed against yours, and she’s as sweaty as you are. That thing you feel back there is her strap-on.

“Oh shit,” you say.

“Haha… yes,” she replies.

“Oh my god…” You don’t actually mind the idea of getting it on with a strap-on, which you have never done before, but the idea intrigues you. In your fantasies it’s always been you wearing it, and using it on a blonde cheerleader lying underneath you in a bed covered in rose petals, with her legs spread and…

“Are you even paying attention?” Beth asks.

“Yes,” you reply with a gulp.

You just failed your initiation.

“Where’s your paint?” Beth asks.

Right… they put paint on your feet to **** Rey to carry you as part of the game. Like, if you walked on your own you’d leave footprints, but you washed the paint off and you were going to fake it with more, but… that plan is ruined.

“Um,” you say.

“And where’s the bird with the abs?” Beth adds. “I thought she was supposed to be with you.”

“I don’t know where she went,” you confess.

“Abandoned you, did she?”

“Not much of a knight,” you mutter, then jump as Beth smacks your ass with her hand.

“Kay then.”

“Um, are you going to…?” you ask.

“What?” She turns you around, giving you a weird look. Then she looks down at the fat, purple strap-on. “Fuck you? No. No. Delilah, no. It’s an initiation game, not… a rapey bad thing,” she says.

“Oh,” you say, relieved.

“Which you lost,” Beth reminds you.

Oh,” you say, not so relieved.

“Come on, love. Let’s go upstairs and face the music.” She puts her hand on your rear and squeezes, steering you. Beth is nice. And not very intimidating, maybe because she’s small.

She leads you out of the basement and back up to the first floor, where you find the house eerily quiet. The living room with all the couches is dark and empty, but the TV is on. A movie is playing, and in it two girls are having vigorous sex. One of them has blue hair, and she has her mouth buried another girl’s rear end.

That looks like a pretty good movie, but Beth yanks you along to the room where your initiation began, but the only one there is Lotte, who stands nude—like all the CCL officers were when they put on their strap ons to chase you—with her phone in her hand, scrolling through Twitter.

“You found her,” Lotte says with her exotic, European accent. Where’s she from again? Scotland? No, that’s not it.

“Princess secured. Not sure about the fit girl though,” Beth says. “Where’s everyone else?”

“Looking for this slut,” Lotte says, walking over to you.

“Hi,” you say.

“We should get everyone,” Beth says.

“Right.”

They take you into another room, where they make you kneel… then they leave. You’re alone, kneeling on the floor in CCL house, very confused, and worried. You failed your initiation. Are they going to punish you with some hardcore hazing? Kick you out? Well… they can’t kick you out in this storm. CCL is edgy, but they aren’t murderers.

Right?

Pretty quickly, the officers start showing up. They all look sweaty and winded, like they’ve been searching for you really hard! Most of them show up right away. Riona looks especially worn out, and Aki and Amy arrive last, both dripping with sweat. Odd… Olivia looks all dirty, like she’s been somewhere that wasn’t super clean.

“Is everyone here?” Amy asks, pushing damp hair out of her face.

It’s… a hell of a sight, all the officers of CCL, totally naked except for their strap-ons.

Beth pipes up.

“Looks like Rey’s gone off,” she says.

“She left you?” Oliva says to you.

“I guess so,” you say, embarrassed. Man, you thought that you and Rey were having a moment. It must have all been in your head. Rey is a jock, and probably pretty popular… she probably gets it on with lots of girls, and didn’t think twice about what happened between you two.

“Terrible,” Duni says, looking offended. “Rey fails. Banish her.”

“Banish? Over that?” Riona asks.

“To leave a sister like that? Rey never sets foot in here again,” Duni says firmly.

Aww… she’s kind of defending you. You smile at her, but you’re really just worried about Rey. Where did she go?

“So we think that Delilah deserves another chance?” Amy asks, looking around at the others for approval. They all nod. Riona moves her hips to jiggle her strap-on.

“And I know just the girl to give it to her,” Sun says mildly, slapping her hand onto Ingrid’s bottom and pushing the busty, Swedish girl forward. Ingrid stumbles toward you, her massive tits jiggling like crazy. She’s blushing. She’s the only officer that ever blushes.

Amy helps you stand up.

“Good idea,” she says. “Get the paint.”

More paint? Oh god… In seconds, Lotte returns with two pails of paint and some brushes. Duni brings a chair, which Ingrid sits in, her face burning.

“Delilah, if you want to join this holy, sacred, pure, perfect sisterhood,” Amy explains to you, “you must paint the Pumpkin Queen.”

“Pumpkin Queen?” you repeat uncertainly, unable to stop staring at Ingrid’s luscious body. You already had a thing for blondes… you were getting fingered like ten minutes ago, and even now you feel juices dripping down your legs. She’s so hot, and all this nudity. CCL is crazy…

“Yes.” Amy reaches over and cups Ingrid’s breast, or tries to… it’s too big. She jiggles it, looking at you. “You will paint some good-looking jack o’lanterns on these pumpkins. For Halloween.”

“Halloween isn’t for weeks,” you protest.

“Shut up! Do it, or the sentence is…” Amy trails off. “The sentence is we tell everyone about the birthmark on your butt.”

You gasp and smack your hands over the spot on your butt. You were never that self-conscious about it until Amy said something just now.

“You wouldn’t,” you say.

“This is CCL,” Amy says, giving you a look. “We’re hardcore.”

“I’ll do it.”

“I know you will.” Amy takes the paint cans and brushes and sets them in front of you. “Just one rule. If Ingrid cums… you lose. And you will be punished. Not just the birthmark thing. I’m talking punishment. For real,” she adds, trying to look tough.

“OK…” you say.

Yikes. So you get it now… Ingrid has some incredible curves, so the Pumpkin Queen thing makes sense. You have to paint Jack o’lanterns on her huge, round jugs… but you can’t let her cum. You can tell by looking that she’s incredibly sensitive. Would she really get off from just this? You have to believe it. Her nipples are hard, and they’re huge… the tips are as thick as your thumbs, and sticking out… you want to taste them, but no, you have to stay on task.

So… you’re going to do some painting, but obviously you need to do it carefully.

Well, there’s such a thing as finger painting. And there’s also brushes.

It’s all riding on this.

Use the brush? Or use your fingers?