FoA Chapter 16

You canceled your date only to find out that maybe you didn’t even need to. The soccer game was at like seven, but you don’t even have to be at CCL house until nine.

It’s a hot summer night with a big, shiny moon in the air. You rumble up to the huge sorority house to find the other bikes already there. You aren’t late, though.

The big house is lit up brightly, but Cynthia is waiting outside.

Vicky, Caroline, and Fang are with her. You cut off your bike, drop your helmet, and hurry over to them.

“Let’s go,” Cynthia says, beckoning you all inside.

There’s no pornographic antics to watch as you go in tonight. You just see a few girls in cute pajamas eating snacks and watching TV as you go upstairs and follow Cynthia to that room you visited last time.

This is Amy’s room, and Amy is the boss of CCL, or whatever. Amy is a pale, kind of forgettable girl just a year or two younger than you. She’s got dark hair and a slim body, but that’s all there is to notice. She must be good at doing whatever sorority bosses do, because she’s not a beauty. She wouldn’t even catch your eye in a bar.

You find her talking on her phone as you come in, and she quickly wraps it up and hangs up, giving her attention to Cynthia.

“So,” she says, perching on her desk and setting her phone down.

You have to admit, she has a nice room. Being the boss of CCL has some perks. The master bedroom is huge. She has enough space for that big canopy bed and the desk and a treadmill and everything. Very nice.

Too bad it’s all gothic and old-fashioned and stuff, but with this house, you’re just stuck with that. At least you don’t live here. No, you live in a shitty one-bedroom apartment above a juice bar across the street from a coffee shop.

A coffee shop that cute college girls like to go to, like Riley. You try not to grind your teeth as you wait with the other Free Gurls while Amy talks to Cynthia.

“What have you got?” Amy asks her.

“I want to keep it simple,” Cynthia says, gesturing at the four of you. “Have the pledges give a blowie and the one who’s best as it should be a sister.”

Amy stares at her. “Cynthia, you do remember that we are very gay here and not so big on penises?”

“Speak for yourself. A penis is OK once in a while,” Cynthia says, folding her arms.

Amy gives her this long stare, then her eyes flick over to you four, all wearing tight jeans with obvious bulges.

“Keep talking,” she says.

“OK, so CCL girls are supposed to be up for anything, right? We never say no. We’re fearless,” Cynthia says desperately. “So this is a way to push the pledges out of their comfort zone and see if they have the spunk to, er…” she trails off. “Do what they have to do. It makes them prove how much they want it.”

“And how do they win?” Amy asks.

Cynthia shrugs. “First one to make a biker chick nut wins. Simple as that.”

Amy puts on a thoughtful face. “So one gets in and three fail.”

“Right,” Cynthia says.

“Brutal,” Amy says, picking up her phone. She waves her hand. “Proceed.”

“Thank you,” Cynthia says.

“Come see me after,” Amy adds.

Cynthia looks surprised. “OK,” she says.

“And bring the winner with you,” Amy adds.

“OK,” Cynthia says again.

You understood all that, but all you really take away from it is that you kind of wish you were the girl in charge of this sorority. No, really. They treat her like a queen, and later tonight they’re going to bring her an eager, horny young college girl like an appetizer.

But like Stef has worked hard to be in charge of Free Gurls, you sense that Amy has worked hard to be in charge of CCL. That’s not the life for you. You are not a leader.

Cynthia takes you all downstairs and leaves you on sofas on the first floor to wait. The wait drags on. They must be getting their little initiation production together somewhere.

“So,” Caroline says, lounging comfortably. “Waiting for a BJ from a stranger.”

“So the one who gives the best head wins,” Vicky says. “That’s cool.”

“But it’s not fair,” Fang points out. “It’s not about who gives the best head. It’s about which one of us is the most sensitive wimp that can’t take it.”

“Good point,” Caroline says, stroking her chin. “The winner on their side gets to be in CCL. The loser on our side should be punished.”

“I agree,” you say. You do. It’s not just about blowjob skill, it’s about the strength of the recipient. What they’re saying makes sense.

“Loser should… what, then?” Vicky asks, toying with her curly, blonde hair.

“Blow everyone else,” you say.

“Just blow the last girl standing,” Caroline cuts in. “Whoever holds out should get something.”

“That’s fair,” Fang agrees.

OK. So you understand: first CCL pledge to make a Free Gurl cum gets to be in the sorority, and the first Free Gurl… you count as a Free Gurl for this… who cums has to blow the… yeah. You get it. It’s very silly, but it’s classic CCL and classic Free Gurls at the same time, so it’s perfect.

“I’m in,” you say, and everyone else is too.

There are perks to being in with the Free Gurls, even if you aren’t one of them yet. Sometimes being an outlaw biker is fun. But to be honest, you have not thought much about getting oral from a stranger. You are really just thinking about doing what you can to make CCL happy so CCL will help out with your heist.

Music starts playing elsewhere in the house, tipping you off that it’s starting. It doesn’t take you by surprise when CCL comes marching in with their pledges. You and the others stand up as the college girls lead the…other college girls in, blindfolded.

You look with interest. A slim brunette, a slim blonde… a rather sporty-looking redhead.

Wait a moment.

You feel a sudden surge of nausea and anxiety as you look at the blindfolded girls. You would know that figure anywhere, and that hair. It’s beautiful and glossy, and her frame is just tight and compact, not voluptuous, but you know… very nice.

That’s Riley. It can’t be anyone else. God knows that you’ve spent enough time fantasizing about her. That is her. What happened to the game she was going to? Oh, right. It’s over. And you didn’t show up.

You had no idea that she was involved with CCL.

But why shouldn’t she be? Seriously? Can you think of one reason that she shouldn’t? She’s a college student. And CCL is cool as hell. You have heard about them and you never even went to college.

It’s still a bit weird to see her brought in, hands cuffed behind her back, and blindfolded.

You did not expect to see her this way.

Without thinking, you make a decision. You bump in beside Caroline, taking note of the order of the line brought in by CCL, making absolutely certain that you will be the one that Riley will end up matched with.

The CCL girls push the pledges in, making them line up. You know where to be.

The CCL girls ruthlessly shove the pledges to the floor, forcing them to kneel.

You stand in front of Riley, suddenly anxious. But she’s blindfolded. She doesn’t know that it’s you. She won’t know unless you speak, or someone says your name, but the other Free Gurls always just call you Prospect. You should be OK…

“You all know what to do,” Cynthia barks out to the blindfolded girls. “You’ve already consented and everything so quit stalling.” Gosh. She’s so different from the other CCL girls, who seem totally into this. Cynthia has other things she’d rather be doing, obviously.

CCL explained this to them and these girls are still wanting to do it? Riley must want to join CCL pretty badly.

The others are unzipping. You do the same and pull it out. The CCL girls cheer and catcall. You discreetly watch Vicky, who doesn’t hesitate to stroke it to hardness, then push it up against her girl’s lips. That girl readily opens her mouth.

You look down at your cock in your hand and Riley. Her face is upturned, and she has her mouth sort of open already. You give it a few strokes, then gently lay the tip down on her extended tongue. Riley immediately wraps her lips around the head and tries to suck it, but it’s obvious from her technique that she has no skills and no experience, at least with dicks.

But you already made up your mind about what you have to do. You have to make sure that Riley wins this, and that means that you have to lose. She’s so cute, and it’s obviously hot to get sucked by her like this, even with all these girls watching… but it’s not enough. She’s not just inexperienced, she’s bad at this. Probably because she’s nervous, or even afraid.

The other Free Gurls aren’t paying attention to you. Fang’s girl is taking her in deep, Vicky’s is licking up and down the shaft, and Caroline’s is just sucking as hard as she can. They aren’t watching you.

You keep your hand on your cock, adding a little stroking of your own. Looking at Riley doesn’t help. She’s so insanely cute, but it just makes you nervous. You close your eyes, using your imagination.

You remember giving it to Rachel at Goldfinger, her narrow back arching and her walls squeezing you. You think about what Carla did to you at that meeting, her warm pole sliding between your legs. You think about that dark, woozy night with Ingrid, her huge, pillowy breast in your hand while her pussy milked every drop out of you.

Riley isn’t ready for it. You grunt and spurt out a shot in her mouth, which makes her flinch. It wasn’t your intent to give her a facial, but that’s what happens. Gasping, you keep jerking, getting plenty of sticky cum on her face and shirt.

“Whoa,” Vicky says, noticing as the crowd goes wild. “That was quick.”

You stuff your sticky cock away, zip up, and push your way out of the room before someone can take Riley’s blindfold off. They’re making a lot of noise back there, and you hurry out of the house and back to your bike. They’ll all think that you’re embarrassed about being so fast, and that’s a hit that you just have to take.

You want to be a Free Gurl. Riley wants to be CCL. It’s a similar wish, so you know how she feels. You’re glad that you were able to help her get what she wanted.

There’s another big cheer from inside CCL house. That must be one of the others getting off. You climb onto your bike, strap your helmet on, and head back to town.