Radha's Turn -- the Indian rebel

Radha awoke with a headache. The wine from the dinner had been more than she had drunk in a while and she had forgotten how badly it would affect her in the morning. And , now she was going to pay for it all day. With a moan, she rose out of bed and headed toward the adjoining bathroom.

Although Zoe had told them they would be allowed to dress when not on duty, Radha remained naked. The only Indian pledge, the others had thought she was a prude and wouldn't last the night. She was going to prove them wrong. Tired of having to live up to the "good Indian girl" image, she was gonna suck as many cocks and eat as many pussies as she had to. She was going to get into the sorority.

After a quick trip to the bathroom, she returned to the bedroom she shared with another pledge and began to admire herself in the mirror. For an Indian girl, she was fairly light skinned with a thin figure that had just enough curves in the right places. She had a pretty, smooth complexion with pillowy lips and a thin nose. Her eyes were a deep, rich brown. Framed by shoulder-length black hair, she had an attractive face. Her parents had always said they would be able to arrange a marriage with anyone because of her looks alone.

Although her breasts were smaller than she liked, they were topped with dark, thick nipples that always seemed to be hard. She felt the curve of her breasts and then ran her hands down to her pussy. The hair was thick and full -- more than any other girls. She had thought about trimming them or even shaving herself bare, but she liked how she looked, so different from the other girls.

Mischievously smiling to herself, she went to her closet and grabbed a pair of jeans and a school sweatshirt. Today, there would be no underwear. Quickly pulling on the clothes and tying her hair in a loose ponytail, she headed for her first class.

Organic Chemistry. The class was probably one of the dullest she had ever taken, but it was required for Pre-Med. Not wearing any panties helped somewhat as she kept drifting into her fantasies, but the class still seemed to drag. She decided that next time she was gonna wear something that got her wet rather than just chaffed. When
the hour was finally up, she grabbed her notebook with a sigh of boredom, wondering when she was going to have to fulfill her duties. She didn't have to wait long. Zoe was waiting for her outside the classroom.

"Hello." Radha said, with an eager smile.

"That's hello mistress, you Indian cunt." Zoe was not smiling. "I have some friends I want you to meet."

Radha nodded and was about to say something else when Zoe motioned for her to follow. She led her to the side of the building, where two white guys were leaning against the wall. Tall and powerfully built, they were obviously athletes. They could have passed for brothers, with blonde hair and deep blue eyes that seemed to have been cast from the same mold. They were even dressed in the same grey sweats pants and t-shirts.

"Don't say a word unless spoken to. Just do what you are told." Zoe instructed as they reached the two guys. They both grinned as they looked Radha over.

"So this the one you told us about? The Indian chick?" One said. Radha looked down to see a bulge forming in his sweats. She immediately felt her pussy begin to moisten as she imagined what she would do. She was most definitely going to enjoy this sorority.

"Yes. And you can have her for the next two hours. She has class then." Radha only barely heard Zoe, but she realized that her class schedule was apparently well known.

"Sweet." The one with the bulging cock grinned toothily at her. "Come on. We got someplace private we can go to."

Zoe, still not smiling, nodded for her to follow. As the two led her away, Radha noticed that the other one's sweats had ballooned as well.