The Rush - A CFNM Fraternity Initiation Story


I hadn't been at my college very long. It was a medium-size state university; lots of history, very preppy. My parents had both attended and had encouraged me to attend as well.

Because my Mom and Dad had been in the Greek societies, they told me all about their sorority and fraternity experiences. It sounded innocent enough; some beer, an occasional party, cheat sheets, stuff like that.

"You'll meet contacts there that will last a lifetime" was something my father was fond of saying. I always found this ironic because he hadn't kept in touch with anyone from college.

I received a lot of "rush" invitations, which was what they called it when a fraternity indicated they might be interested in pursuing you to join. No commitment, just stop by on a "rush" night.

I attended a lot of the "rush" parties. They were pretty fun. The fraternity that interested me the most was "Delta Delta" (not its real name). It was pretty casual. My family had moved to California, and I had grown up with a laid-back style. This Back-East college was nothing close to laid-back, so it was an enjoyable break to attend their parties. I just kind of settled there for the rush fortnight and before I knew it, I had been asked if I would pledge.

I phoned my parents for advice. They were both excited that I had made

new friends and that they had invited me to join a fraternity. They said that, although it was my decision, they would approve of joining Delta Delta.

I phoned the "Initiation Chair", as they called the senior frat member who was in charge of initiating the new members, and accepted their invitation. He told me that I would be on a "pledge trial period" under which I would have to pass the initiation rights/rituals before I would be accepted as brother of the fraternity. I was a "scab" and wouldn't have any of the privileges of the fraternity until after initiation. I was informed that I would have to move into the frat house for the two weeks of initiation.

I said good-bye to my roommate, and packed up enough stuff for two weeks away. For the first couple of days, it wasn't too bad. They would wake us up at 3:00am and make us watch boring movies or eat weird shit or dump cold water on us. Juvenile stuff. They sent us on wild chases .. like bring panties from a local all-girl school dorm. Make prank phone-calls to deans of the school. I thought it was pretty asinine. The worst was having to collect zebra shit from the small, local zoo.

At the end of the first week, they informed us that we would have to attend a party at our sister sorority. The tradition (as I had heard it) was that all the pledges would have to wear nothing but Saran-Wrap at midnight. I had heard it wasn't too bad because most of the sorority girls knew about it and would leave before we would have had to come dressed in plastic wrap.

What we didn't know was that the president of our frat and the sorority president had met over the summer and decided that the Saran Wrap stuff was pretty lame. The sorority president told our frat president that the reason the girls left was that they thought if they stayed, all the guys would think they were sluts.

Stan suggested that the pledges would come alone; no other frat members would be there. Michelle ran this by the other sorority girls. Still not good enough, the girls did wanted to look, but didn't want the guys to know who they were. The compromise was that the invitees would come one at a time to the sorority house, blind-folded. Stan and Michelle came up with the following rules:

1. Each Pledge would pick a number out of a hat. That number was the day of the week they were to show up at the sorority house. They were to be there by 11:30PM and sent back to the frat house by 1:00AM. 2. A frat brother would accompany the pledge to the sorority house, but leave them. The frat brother was responsible for getting the pledge suffic- iently comfortable (via drinks or whatever) and blind-fold them before entering the sorority house. 3. One sorority sister would communicate with the pledge. The pledge would be referred to by the number they drew. The sorority sister could make any request of the pledge. The pledge could refuse any request and/or ask to be taken back to the frat house at any time. 4. If the sorority sisters felt the pledge was uncoop- erative, they would report it to the frat brother. An uncooperative pledge would be looked upon unfavorably by the other frat brothers. 5. Pledges were not to discuss anything that occurred with anyone.

When they explained the rules, I thought the girls would be pretty lame. If they couldn't handle SaranWrap, what could they do?

On Saturday night, at a usual beer keg party, the pledges drew numbers from the hat. I got number four. As each of my other pledges went over to the sorority house, those of use who hadn't gone yet would quiz them about what had happened. They were pretty tight-lipped.

"Nothing really", "Wasn't so bad" was all we could get out of them.

After we were frat brothers, I would find out that each night, the girls got more daring with their guests.

On Thursday, my night, the Initiation Chair took me out to a nearby bar for a couple of drinks at 10:00. We talked about all kinds of stuff, we bought each other a couple of rounds. He told me that initiation wasn't as bad as it used to be now that hazing had been outlawed by the "Greek Council".

At 11:15, he told me we had to walk back to the sorority house. We were both pretty buzzed and I realized it as we walked the mile and a half to the sorority house. I began to get nervous. He must have picked up on it.

"Don't worry about it", he said. "They'll probably make you show your underwear and then send you home. They're pretty conservative girls.

We don't get much action out of them at parties."

We turned into the cul-de-sac that the sorority house was on, and started to go up the front stairs. He stopped me.

"We gotta put this on."

He took a blind-fold out of his jacket pocket and tied it around my eyes. I would have been shaking if it weren't for the drinks. He rang the door bell and it was answered quickly.

"Number Four is here", he said in a mock English accent.

"Good", said a female voice, "Bring him in."

As I was led up and into the house, I couldn't see a thing and tripped over more than a few stairs and the vestibule.

"We'll call you when we're done", said the voice. I heard the door close, I knew my frat brother was on the other side of it. A woman grabbed my arm and led me to a chair.

"Sit down. Can we get you anything?", the voice asked.

"Some water would be great", I said. My throat was really dry.

"OK. Just relax", the voice said.

Someone handed me a water and said nothing. As I drank it, I could hear the footsteps and sounds of others entering the room. It must have been a fairly big room because of the acoustics. I could hear the sounds of blinds being shut and curtains being drawn.

"Are you ready number four?", the voice asked.

"Yea, I guess so", I responded nervously. I reached out to find a table to my left and put the glass of water onto it.

"You are familiar with the rules?", she asked.


"Good. Let's begin with a few questions."

They began with a serious of normal questions. Where I was from, how many girlfriends had I had. And they began to get more personal.

"When did you lose your virginity?", the voice asked.

"Nineteen", I responded.

"How many women have you slept with?".

I was really inexperienced at the time and had only slept with one woman. It was a long-term relationship and one I still would have been in had I not been on the East Coast.

"One", I said.

This was met with some snickers in the room.

"And you expect us to believe that?", the voice questioned sarcastically.

"Its true. I'm pretty shy", I said.

"Well, we'll see how shy you are.", the voice mocked.

There was a pause.

"We want you to strip down to your underwear. You realize you can refuse at any time", she said.

"Yes, I know", I replied.

I drew in a deep breath and began to remove my clothes. As I took of my shirt, I realized how cool the room was; it was fall. I tried to pile my clothes near me.

"Its cold", I said.

An arm grabbed me and moved me over to a warmer place, must have been near a fireplace or radiator because it was noticeably warmer. I could

hear them move out of our way and then the shuffling of feet stopped.

"Is that better?", the voice asked.

"Yes", I replied.

I could hear whispering in the background. I thought I could pick out at least five others in the room as my ears got used to where the sounds were emanating from. But who could be sure.

At the time, I was in really good shape. I was good at lacrosse and was on the junior varsity team. I didn't have an ounce of fat on me because lacrosse is a lot of sprinting and running, much like soccer is. I wasn't ashamed of my body, but I wasn't sure of the circumstances. I felt more than a little vulnerable, sort of like being in a doctors' office, but not being able to see.

She began to ask more probing questions.

"Do you masturbate?", she asked. Asking a Freshman man if he masturbated would be like asking if they breathed.

"Yes", I replied.

"How often?"

"I don't know, twice a month, sometimes more", I answered.

"Do you like women with large or small breasts?"

"Doesn't matter. I'm not really all that into breasts", I replied.

"What do you like?", she quickly retorted.

"I like long legs", I said sheepishly.

There was a long pause. I could hear whispering.

"We want you to strip completely", the voice commanded.

I had been dreading this and I sighed and slowly dropped my underwear and put them as near my foot as I could, knowing the rest of my clothes were somewhere across the room. I started to shiver, out of pure nervousness. I folded my arms across my chest. The room got very quiet.

"How do you feel now?", the voice asked.

"Nervous", I responded.

"Do you want something to drink?", she asked.


Someone else put a glass in my hand. I began to drink it. It was rum and coke, a strong one. I could feel it warming my stomach as I sipped it and I began to get warmer still.

"Some of our new sorority sisters have to do what I say, much like you do. I'm going to ask them to touch you, you can say 'no' if you want to; you know the rules.", she said.

"I understand", I said.

I understood that I had to go along if I wanted to join my frat. At least to a point.

I heard the steps of several approach me and stop.

"Touch him", the voice said, only now more commanding than with me.

I felt three, maybe four pairs of hands touch me, mostly on my upper body.

"Lower", the voice commanded.

The hands slowly moved near my waste and back. I'm really ticklish in the small of my back and I jumped when one of them touched me there. They were surprised and withdrew.

"Sorry, I'm ticklish", I said.

There were nervous laughs.

"Continue", the voice instructed.

They slowly moved down to my buttocks and groin, caressing my pubic hair, but seeming to avoid my manhood.

"Touch him, go ahead", she said impatiently.

One pair of hand gingerly touched the base of my shaft. Another rubbed my buttocks. Had I been more comfortable, it would have been really pleasurable. Instead, I began to let my mind wander and to disassociate myself from my body; I relegated myself to an object.

The hand at my front descended my shaft and gingerly touched the head of my penis. I had tried to slow my breathing, I don't know why and I drew in a sharp breath as she touched the sensitive head. She quickly let go and then touched my sack and then went to my thighs.

"Next", the voice said.

Another pair of hands, as tentative as the other explored me, only this girl must have had long finger nails as I could feel a sharp edge across the head of my cock.

Each pledge must have taken a turn touching me, equally ginger and tentative. I could hear whispers and an occasional giggle.

"You're not very turned on by this are you number 4?", the voice asked me.

"Sorry, I'm still nervous". I replied.

"Well, we consider this an educational experience for our pledges. We want them to learn all about you men. Its a required skill." she said with a throaty laugh.

"Come over here and lie down", the voice said, and her arm grabbed me and led to a couch a few steps away. I laid down.

"Could you masturbate for us?", she asked.

"Do I have to?", I asked.

"You know the rules. Do it for us number 4.", she said tersely.

I began to resent this response. It meant she had the power to flush me if she wanted to.

I paused, trying to psyche myself up, trying to pretend that I was alone in the room and that none of this was happening. I encircled the base of my limp dick with my thumb and forefinger and began to stroke myself, hoping it would stiffen up.

I imagined my girlfriend in California. Her beautiful body, how she had given herself to me, how much I still loved her. I felt my cock stiffen, the beat of my heart pulse through it as it grew. Still imagining her smiling face. I remembered when I had licked the smooth recesses of her vaginal lips and how I had made her orgasm as I had teased her with my tongue. The smell of her moistness, how it filled my nose as I had fingered her entrance.

I was firm now. She must have sensed that I was somewhere else.

"Stop", she said.

I was snapped instantly back and I felt embarrassed as hell. I must have looked shocked or something because I heard several snickers.

"Now that's how it is when its hard", she said, sounding more like a school teacher.

"Touch it again."

The same hands, one by one, touched me where I lay on the couch. A few grabbed, but most just poked or stroked it lightly.

"Have you ever had a blow-job?", the voice asked?

"No.", I replied. My old girlfriend had talked about giving me one as something to remember her by, but I had refused to believe we would ever break-up permanently and said it would be something we could grow into later. She tried to give me one while we were driving the week before I went to college. I wish now I had let her.

"I'll tell her what to do. Don't cum in her mouth", the voice said.

I heard the breathing of someone approach closer to the couch.

"Get on your knees. Watch your teeth, suck his dick like lollipop.", she said.

Never heard it referred to as a lollipop, and I laughed. I heard a quiet voice sigh and ask, "What do I do?".

"Answer her number 4" the voice said authoritatively.

"Its okay to touch me, just put it in your mouth.", I said.

She slowly grabbed my cock and positioned it so she could accept me. I felt her hair touch me first and then quickly felt her lips touch and then the wetness and warmth of her mouth as she slowly took the head of my penis into her mouth. She stopped and then sucked on me way too hard. I could smell her perfume.

I reached down an lightly touched the back of her head. I pressed her closer to me and then away. I hinted a rhythm to and from me. I had gotten a little soft but I quickly became hard. I guided her onto me and she responded. I reached down to her breasts and began to search for them. She continued her motions. I felt a swell down within my balls and the twinge of an orgasm began. I moaned as I began to explore her. I had forgotten our audience.

"Stop", the voice commanded. I hated her now. She was sadistic.

We separated quickly.

"You'll eat her, won't you?", she said.

"Yes", I said.

"Sit up", she commanded.

I heard whispers again, I felt the couch depress on the opposite end from me. I heard the shuffle of clothing.

"Lay back, spread your legs", the voice said.

A hand touched my shoulder.

"She's waiting".

I sent my hand exploring for where she was on the couch and I touched her knee. I turned and found how she was positioned. On her back, but nearly sitting up with her back against the arm of the couch. I reached up under her butt and scooted her out more to the length of the couch.

I could feel she was naked from the waste down, but still had a blouse and sweater on. She was trembling a little. I spread her legs wider and I approached her. As my face got to her, I began to lick the outside of her lips. She was dry, obviously not turned on. My tongue encircled her hood and I returned to her opening, trying to stimulate her. With my hands, I grabbed and massaged her cheeks, and moved her closer to me. Her aroma was stronger than my girlfriend. It was intoxicating.

Slowly, she began to respond. I felt her calm a little, relaxing her hips and sending herself to me. I started to taste her and feel the moistness between her lips form. Things became wetter and I worked my tongue and lips between her vagina and up to her clitoris, circling it with my lips and sucking on it very lightly. She began to enjoy it.

"We can't see, spread your legs wider", the voice commanded.

She responded, in an automatic manner. I heard the approach to us of others. I was enjoying doing her and continued.

I began to concentrate on the upper folds of her lips as I let my fingers explore her opening. My middle and ring finger penetrated her and slid in. She moaned and I complemented it by circling her clitoral mound with my tongue and settling onto it with a few slow, soft licks.

I began to work her internally and externally and to try and find a rhythm that she would respond to. I must have found something good for her because she reached down and pressed my head to her and began to moan louder. She moved herself against me faster and I began to increase the pace, lapping at her folds and button. I was on my stomach and I instinctively began to rub my hips onto the couch. Our pitch must have been too much for the controller.

"Stop". She commanded. I was getting really pissed by now. It wasn't enough that I couldn't finish, but now that neither I nor my partner for the evening could finish.

"Why?", I asked, obviously annoyed.

"I call the shots here, number 4. Remember?", asserting her authority.

"Turn over and jack-off." she said.


I flipped onto my back. I decided I wasn't going to let my partner down.

I reached back and lifted her hips up so she was kneeling over my face. I sat her down upon my face so that I could continue to lick her.

"Number 4, masturbate.", she said sternly.

I wasn't listening any more to her. My hands were reaching behind my head, grabbing my partners' hips, moving her vagina across my lips.

She began to thrust herself as it felt good to her.

I guess the voice gave up on trying to control things too much. She must have instructed her pledges to join in on the action because I felt hands exploring me everywhere. One sister grabbed at the base of my dick and began to stroke me. She must have thought it was a stick-shift as she flailed it all over the place. It hurt; so I reached down and guided her hand to a gentle stroke.

I then felt another pair of lips part and take me into her mouth. I continued to kiss, suck and tease the wonderful pussy squatting over my face. This was the most sensual experience of my life; not being able to see who I was pleasuring nor who was pleasuring me. I reached down to the head that was taking me and increased the pace.

I started to thrust my hips up to meet her down-stroke. I soon felt the pressure build within my balls as a delightful swell of an orgasm started down within me. I moaned and the woman I was kissing moaned too.

"Let us see when you cum, number 4.", said the voice, almost sheepishly.

Soon, I felt the muscles under my balls begin to contract.

"I'm coming", I said to no one in particular.

I lifted her head away from my cock and grabbed it with my hand. I stroked myself quickly and I felt the rise of cum begin its journey from within me. I ejaculated with a pressure that shot cum to my chin. It hit the couch.

As I shot what remained, the controller spoke.

"That's cum girls, come touch it."

I felt finger tips press the cum against my stomach and chest. I heard a few "ooh, gross"-type comments.

A few moments passed.

"You can get dressed now." My partner left the couch. The others had retreated. I was led back to the chair where I started.

Someone handed me some Kleenexes, which I used to clean the cum off of myself and then they handed me my underwear and other clothes. Its pretty awkward to get dressed blind-folded. I almost fell a couple of times. I felt completely embarrassed now as the sexual fever receded.

Soon, the Initiation Chair returned to collect me.

"How was it?" he asked.

"It wasn't too bad", I responded.

I was accepted to the fraternity and I joined. We had to do some other practical joke stuff. It was months before my fraternity class ever discussed what had happened to them at the sorority house.

Our first "mixer" with our sister sorority was really interesting. Certainly a lot of awkward conversation and avoidance of eye-contact. I was curious which of the girls had touched me and which one I had eaten.

I had to go to the bathroom and I had to wait in line. The president of the sorority walked up behind me, her voice took on a sultry quality as she whispered in my ear.

"Number 4, we'd like you come back again. We have some unfinished business."

There was the revelation of who the "the voice" belonged to. I smiled.

"Do I have to wear the blindfold this time?", I asked.

She leaned over closer to my ear.

"You know the rules.", she said in a deep-throated whisper, and then she licked my earlobe.




Anonymous said...

Oh baby, that is so sexy