Sorority Rush Week: Pledge Problems

Three college girls huddle in a bedroom like they’re waiting for a bomb to drop. Chloe Cherry chews her lip. Her voice shakes when she says she’s terrified of what the sorority president is going to make them do. Abella Danger sets her jaw. “Whatever it is, we do it,” she snaps. “Fail and we’re the losers everyone laughs at. Plus we’ll get stuck in dorm hell—one bathroom for the whole floor, disgusting.” Darcie Dolce groans about loud-snoring roommates. Abella’s grin is wicked. “Word is they make pledges make out with the sisters.” Chloe’s eyes go huge. Darcie shrugs. “Hot girls? I’ll kiss a girl, easy.” Abella leans in. “They don’t stop there—fisting sometimes.” Chloe stares at her own clenched fist like it’s a threat. “They can ask anything,” Abella says. “Doesn’t mean we obey, but if we wimp out we’re stuck in gross flip-flops fighting over a dripping showerhead.” She asks Chloe if she’s ever kissed a girl. Chloe shakes her head. Abella teases, “Close your eyes and pretend she’s a boy with lipstick on.” Before Chloe can answer, Abella and Darcie swap hungry looks and slam together in a hard, wet kiss. Chloe yelps and covers her eyes. The others laugh, breathless, and pull her in. Their hands slip under shirts, squeeze tight perky tits, mouths trail lower until tongues lap swollen pussies and hips buck. Abella’s drenched, legs spread wide; she moans when Chloe works shaky fingers inside her, then the whole fist, stretching her open while her cries echo off the walls. Whatever those sorority bitches throw at them later, the three will be ready, bodies slick and shaking with new, filthy knowledge.