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Sweetheart of Summa Chi - Part 1 |
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By Nigel McParr
They were alone in the park on a warm starry night. Through the bug-spattered windshield, Nyah watched the full moon slowly emerge from a strand of cloud and flood the trees with a silvery cast, transforming the foliage into a ghost-like fairyland. She half expected to hear a coyote’s howl. The soft light morphed her arms from a dark coppery tone to an alabaster sheen. Sam of course took no notice of her transformation. He was preoccupied with opening the straining bodice of her new sundress with its enticingly low wrapped crossover neckline. Sarah had picked it out and bought it for her for her first training outing with luckless Sam. She’d also purchased a white nursing bra, which she assured Nyah would push Sam over the brink the second he saw it. She smiled nervously to herself at his moan of astonishment as the expanse of her taut snow-white bra came into view and he saw what it was. “Thank you,” he gasped. “How did you know?” “Never mind…it’s enough I knew.” She drew his head down and pressed his face into the resilient cleavage springing from the vee of her bra. Like an eager selfish puppy, he tentatively fondled the cup fabric with his fingertips, then screwed up his courage and began to squeeze their pillowy softness. She could feel him melting into her warmth. She held him tightly into her breasts, nearly smothering him, ignoring his pleas, reminding him he was in her charge now, and Sarah was not coming to rescue him. Frissons of icy pleasure coursed through her as she remembered what her sorority sister and senior mentor had told her. “Sam is a wretched desperate boy…he clearly has no idea…doesn’t yet really get our rules nor what we intend to do with him …He’s blinded by your boobs…And he shall have them just this once as we continue to prep him for rite. There will be a price of course. By God, he will pay for the privilege! Ms. Hallstrom will see to that…I know you’re not sure you want to go through this…but you have to know… have to experience it…Trust me…I have never misled you…” Finally, she released her grip on Sam, allowed him to fight with the zipper of his jeans and wrestle out his stiffening cock. She reminded herself she knew this was going to happen; it was exactly what she and Sarah had talked about. She’d come this far and now she had to suffer Sam’s little boy antics – if you that was the right word. There was no way back. He was like an over eager puppy dog. He’d been shagging her around the campus, catering to her, desperately wanting her. He didn’t realize Ms. Hallstrom and Sarah were watching him from the wings, coordinating his every move and in the end his subjugation.
Sarah urged her to allow Sam to think she was submitting to him. She relished the opportunity. What he hadn’t yet learned was if she chose she could stop him in mid-air, freeze him in mid-motion with a snap of her fingers. He needed regular discipline and she hoped she would be part of that though as a freshman it would be a sorority first. Sarah was right. Sarah had decided her course of action and she was rarely wrong. It was Nyah’s time now. Sam was the perfect subject; a scampering insecure little boy in a young man’s hardened body. Sarah wanted to spank him, warn him to calm down. She had considered it. For the moment, it might shame him into abject submission, but it would also play to his need for her to mother and control him. Her maternal instinct would fuel his fire, for which there was no need. Better, she decided to continue as Sarah had planned it. Just keep the boy in her playpen and see what happened. Most importantly, see how she felt when it was over. She’d never been with a boy though of course there had been tons of chances. With her pinched waist, ample hip and bottom, and an overflowing bust line she was still confining in a bra, every boy on campus was in hot pursuit. Ironically, she had little interest in boys. The ones she’d been attracted to didn’t seem to care about her as a person. They were only interested in getting her out of her bra and their hands inside her panties. Their rough paws and gropes didn’t excite her; being in control of them did. As a child, she’d watched her mother manage her father. Her mother never raised her voice or lifted a hand to her father. Her icy look and tone were enough to bring him to heel. She’d mentioned that to Sarah who’d scarcely been able to conceal her pleasure. Nyah was tall and carried her generous body weight with a silky grace. She had luminous ebony eyes and hair she liked to wear up in a pug or a twist. Her mouth was full and wide and seldom saw lip-gloss. She wished her hips and backside weren’t so full even though everyone, including Sarah, said she had a stunning body that looked especially rad in jeans. Her bust line was her best - and her worst - asset. At age ten, her breasts were already prominent. At 18 without a bra, her breasts descended full and deep from high on her chest wall to cover her navel. She had her mother’s proud nursing nipples, perpetually thick and firm. Her bust line was still growing. At the rate she was out-growing bras, it was becoming apparent she was going to be bigger than her mother. One night while she was in bed beneath Sarah and impaled on Sarah’s strap-on, the senior leaned down, kissed her, and whispered, “Darling, it is time for you to get your feet wet. I want you to take Sam to a movie. Afterwards, have a few drinks, loosen him up. I want you to allow him fuck you. Let him think it was all his idea.” Having never been with a boy much less gone all the way, it scared the hell out of Nyah, but Sarah wouldn’t budge. It wasn’t a suggestion and Nyah knew it. “He worships you, girl. There is nothing to fear. You are in control. Just be nice. Hide your claws; don’t take any of his crap. Ms. Hallstrom and I are grooming Sam for permanent residency in the sorority house. We want you to let him into your garden. It’s part of his training and it’s your rite of passage. Experience it. Immerse yourself. See how it makes you feel.” Sarah had sealed her marching orders with a smoldering kiss and firm thrusts of her strap-on. It was no wonder she had agreed. Still, she wondered if this was the right thing. Sam had turned into an animal. His hand had found its way between her thighs. His fingers worked desperately at the inseam of her jeans, seeking to penetrate the sturdy denim and her. He reminds me of a date rape…takes me to a show, buys me a couple of drinks…then thinks he can fuck me...Well, fuck on, Sam. Sarah and Ms. Hallstrom will even the score... She unbuckled her jeans and ran down the zipper. To her surprise, she was growing moist. Her growing sense of superiority, her anticipation of capturing him between her thighs overcame her nervousness. Her innate dominance was working its own kind of magic. “Sam, stop that pawing. Wait until I get out of my jeans…Behave yourself or I’ll take you over my knee…
Summa Chi sorority house stood on a grassy tree-lined street adjoining the campus. A pair of tawny stone lionesses on brick pedestals guarded the wrought iron entrance gate. The neatly kept grounds, towering ancient oaks, and gleaming shutters trim lent an elegant air and patina to the old brick structure. It spoke of feminine grace and strength. Sorority President Sarah Nelson and Sorority Mother Ms. Edna Hallstrom were meeting in the first floor sorority office sorting through photos, this year’s candidates for Sweetheart of Summa Chi. Sarah was tall and lithe, dark-haired with a slender full-busted shape. Edna Hallstrom was fifties something and still an attractive woman with silvery gray hair and a plump shape. Her bust line and ever-showing cleavage were the envy of every young woman in Summa Chi. While still a young matron, she had given up buying expensive bras to contain her heavy breasts. She’d grown so accustomed to the jiggling of her massive bosom she no longer noticed the sight she created. Sam was especially smitten. He loved her frank way of displaying her bosom, décolletage, and nipples. She encouraged her girls to go braless, telling them it was better and healthier. She allowed Nyah who was not yet comfortable with unsupported breasts time to grow accustomed to her style. Sarah was studying a photo. “Ms. H., I like Megan. She has the right attitude. She might even be my choice but her boobs seem a bit small.” Edna looked across her desk and frowned. “Have you taken a good look at Nyah? I think we both know…You better than I.” Sarah laughed as she rummaged through the pile for a photo of Nyah. “She does have a magnificent set of tits.” In the photo, Nyah was posing as directed in jeans and topless. Hands resting on her hips, she stared unsmiling into the camera. Her breasts were so large and full they met half way down her chest where they joined to form a dramatically deep valley. The undersides of her breasts and her nipple extensions hung suspended just above the waistline of her jeans. Her areolas were large and dark, perfectly textured beds from which her nipples rose as full and erect as if she were nursing. Sarah’s cheeks were growing hot as she slid the photo across the table to the sorority mother. Edna Hallstrom glanced at the photo and then back up at Sarah, leveling her with a frank gaze. “I really like Nyah, but, Sarah, I must also say I am concerned with your choice of words. Must I remind you Summa Chi girls are never vulgar? We don’t say tits, boobs, or knockers when we refer to our breasts. We always treat them with respect. They are a manifestation of who we are, a measure of our feminine authority and dominance. Semper Decorum as the plaque in the day room says.” Blushing, Sarah said, “I’m really sorry, Ms. H. I do know better. I just didn’t think.’ The sorority mother nodded her acceptance. “I appreciate that. As for Nyah, she has a classic profile; her breasts are large, full, and perfectly pear-shaped. I love the fact her breasts continue to enlarge. She is her mother’s daughter, just like her when she was here.” “So, do you…?” Edna Hallstrom held up her hand, silencing Sarah. “How is young Sam coming along?” “I’ve put him in Nyah’s charge. I’d say she has him well in hand.” “They seem a good match. Have you seen to Nyah’s virginity?” Sarah nodded. “Sam has done the deed. Nyah would never admit it, but when I debriefed her, it was clear she liked having him between her legs.” “Excellent. I plan to use the boy in this year’s rite. Afterwards, I am going to move him to the third floor and we can begin his house and grounds training.” “I’ll get on it. Not to change the subject, but do you mind if I ask about Nyah?” The sorority mother gave Sarah a knowing look. “You knew all along it was going to be her. However, I don’t want you to tell her. Let the girls surprise her when they take her shopping.”
The following Saturday morning when Nyah came back upstairs to her room in the sorority house carrying a basket of laundry, she was surprised to find two juniors waiting for her. They were sitting on her bed looking smug and cute as hell with their hair mussed and smeared lipstick. They both wore Cheshire cat grins, which Nyah was sure came from their making out on her bed while they waited for her to return. Seeing her, they jumped off the bed and hugged her. “It’s official, Nyah. Ms. Hallstrom has declared…you’re going to be this year’s Sweetheart!” Nyah found herself gasping for breath. “Are you kidding me? There is no way.” “Believe it, Nyah. It’s true.” Not me…no way,” she kept saying while the two juniors held her hands and kissed her. “Our first Sweetheart of color since your mother-” “It’s about time,” the other girl added. “Put down that basket, girl. We are going shopping with Ms. H’s credit card. When we get through with you, you’re going to look more scrumptious than Janet Jackson and you won’t have to worry about wardrobe failures. You can show all the tit you want.”
Clutching the credit card, the girls watched Nyah part the curtains of the department store dressing room. “She’s a freakin’ goddess!” “Damn, girl! Look at that ass. I’d like to take you back into the dressing room and fuck you right through those designer jeans!” “Yeah, don’t I wish? If it weren’t for Sarah and Ms. H, I’d say let’s do it.” “She looks delicious, good enough to eat. Braless really pops her tits.” “I’d love to play there.” “Me too, but we’d better finish our shopping. We have her jeans. They fit like a glove and that indigo denim works so well with-” “Stop it. You’re making me wet. Let’s get her down to Shoes. On the way in, I noticed a fantastic pair of boots on sale with those super spikey heels Ms. H loves.”
Later in day after the two juniors had returned Nyah to her room laden with packages, Nyah met her mother and younger sister Eliah for dinner. As she slid into the booth, she gave them each a kiss. Neither her mother nor her sister was wearing a bra. Seeing her mother braless didn’t surprise her. She never wore a bra. However, seeing Eliah without a bra really caught her attention. She looked quizzically at her. Eliah glanced down and laughed. “Hey, Nyah, I’m just following in Mom’s footsteps. And so should you.” “I’m really surprised, Eliah. I envy your courage. “It’s like I might have but my boobs won’t stop growing?” “Listen to my oldest daughter. She thinks she’s too big in the bust to burn her bras. When I was your age and nursing you two, I could not even close a blouse over my boobs. I had to go braless, I could not find one that fit. I’ve never looked back.” “So what did you do, Mom?” Eliah asked with an impish tone in her voice. “What do you think, girl? I wore three-X sweatshirts. At least they hid my boobs, which came down to here.” Eliah laughed. “See what we have to look forward to, Nyah? From my standpoint, it has everything to do with comfort and who I am rather than being courageous. It’s like Mom says. It’s wonderful to be free and create a scene.” Smiling broadly, Eliah jiggled her breasts at Nyah. Nyah blushed and looked away while her mother laughed and laughed, egging her daughter on. Eliah was wearing jean shorts and a stretchy jersey top that aptly profiled her low heavy bust line. Her mother was in a long khaki skirt and silk print top. When she sat, her neckline fell open to expose her caramel-hued cleavage. The weight of her breasts resting in her lap drew the silk taut over the massive mounded arc of her breasts and erect nipples, leaving little to the imagination. Mother and daughter had the same soft dark chocolate eyes, long lashes, and ebony hair. Even though she was already nearly every bit as large and full in the bust as her mother and bigger than her sister, she felt a stirring of envy when she saw how they shamelessly and proudly exposed their breast flesh. She wished she could do the same. “I have news,” Nyah announced. “I’m not supposed to say a word, but…” She yielded to her nervousness and giggled. “We’re together and I know you’re behind me. I guess I can tell you. Mom, you were a Sweetheart of Summa Chi…and now I’ve been nominated,” Mother and sister hugged and kissed her. They laughed and cried, assured her they really were not surprised. They had known it was going to happen. Nyah of course had not taken them seriously. She was so naïve, a quality that endeared her to the women in her life. Her mother spoke first. “Nyah, I understand your fear. However, Ms. Hallstrom made the right choice. It’s a great honor, an experience you will never forget. I still remember my own experience. It gives me the willies every time I think of those two boys…I’m going to call Edna and thank her. I haven’t seen that woman for ages. It’s time I did.” Eliah leaned to her and murmured, “Let yourself go. It makes me wet just thinking of it. Her mother slapped her hand. “Shush, child!” Eliah laughed. “Mom, I’ll bet you experienced the same thing.’ Nyah’s mother blushed to the roots of her hair. “Sarah says your sorority sisters love you for who you are. You have an incredible body, which as far as I’m concerned your boobs are your best asset. Sarah also tells me the girls can’t keep their hands off you when they you do go braless in the sorority house.” Eliah, laughed. “Nyah’s just a freshman, Mom, barely 18, a big and lovely girl with a 38J chest.” Nyah laughed at the compliment. “It’ll be your turn next year, little sister. Sarah is eager for you to join Summa Chi.” She let herself soak up the familial adulation. She was anxious now for the day when her breast size exceeded her mother’s. “Now that I’ve been nominated,” she said, “I know my bra days are numbered. Ms. H. and Sarah will see to that. I can’t imagine going to class, stores, and restaurants without a bra. Everyone will be looking at me.” Her mother gave Nyah’s hand a comforting squeeze. “Darling, I wanted to be Sweetheart of Summa Chi so bad I took off my bra before I pledged. It is meant to be. You belong on that pedestal.” “Mom-” “Be still, Nyah, and listen to me. Look what it got me – a wealthy husband who loves me, worships my breasts, and even does as I say. Good bras, much less the size we need, are an expensive bother. You are going to be ever so much more comfortable just letting them hang. As for the looks you’ll get, I wouldn’t give that up for anything...”
Continued in Part Two
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