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Sweetheart of Summa Chi - Part 2 |
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By Nigel McParr
A few days later, the two sorority sisters who had taken Nyah shopping with Ms. Hallstrom’s credit card came into her room unannounced and got her out of bed. Sleepy and confused, Nyah stumbled out of bed, down the hall, and into the shower as instructed. When she returned in a cloud of steamy essence, the sorority sisters pulled away the thick towel swathing her head and slipped the bathrobe from her shoulders. She stood unmoving, as awkward as a child, while they imbibed her with their senses. They toweled her dry, put up her hair in a twisted spray, and made up her face. They took their time, carefully applying crimson lip-gloss and shadow and liner to set off her dazzling eyes. All the while, they intimately fondled and nuzzled her, gently building her anticipation. They dressed her in a new T-thong, a whisper of a garter belt, smoky nylons, navy jeans, low cut clingy jersey crossover top, and spiky boots. The girls had carefully selected the jersey top to put her nipples on parade, maximize her décolletage, and the natural descending fullness of her breasts.
When they finished dressing her, they crossed her arms behind her and bound them snugly with silk scarves. Trapped in the stretchy jersey fabric, her involuntary pose lifted the quivering mass of her breasts, forced her cleavage upward from the crossed vee of her neckline into a deep mouth-watering milk-fleshed canyon. Her merged breasts formed a single spectacular downward arc that ended above the waist of her jeans. They blindfolded her before they led her down the back stairs to the basement.
The basement was quiet and cool, smelled faintly of damp laundry. Unable to see, Nyah wondered where the girls were taking her. A murky corridor she had not known before. She shivered and whimpered, but the two girls guiding her arms ignored her feeble protests. Her boot heels clicked noisily in the stillness. She could hear liquid murmurs as soft as summer rain. She conjured up pale shadowy outlines, shapes, and profiles. Then she heard something else. A muted wail; she heard her name being spoken. Sam? The sorority sisters paused. One of them released her hold on Nyah’s arm. Nyah held her breath as the footsteps receded. She had heard the gossip about the breadth of Ms. Hallstrom’s disciplinary methods, how she managed the boys, but she had assumed it wasn’t true. Echoed whispered pleas, ringing slaps floated through the blackness to blindfolded Nyah. Then silence and a hissed reminder, “Be still, you wretched thing! If I tell Ms. Hallstrom about this, you know the consequences.” Discerning the whimpers, Nyah was sure now it was Sam. What a poor thing. What had he had done to incur Ms. Hallstrom’s wrath? Was she exacting her pound of flesh for too eagerly fucking one of her girls? Whatever the reason, she felt no pity for him. His punishments at the hand of the Ms. Hallstrom sent a shimmer up her spine. She loved how the Sorority Mother had artfully enticed and then ensnared unsuspecting Sam and his big cock into her web. What was likely to befall Sam in the future excited and aroused her. She imagined how they had restrained him. Had they bound and bagged him like a sack of potatoes? Had they tied him to a post? She had no way of knowing, but she knew when this was over she would find out what Ms. Hallstrom and the older girls had done and she would rub his nose in it. She heard footsteps. The sorority sister who had chastised Sam took her arm again and said nothing, just clucked her tongue. It was as if Sam were nothing but a momentary annoyance.
As they resumed walking, the two girls recited Ms. Hallstrom’s meticulous instructions: what to wear, how to act, what to say, what not to say. They told Nyah not to worry. Just be herself. After all, her mother had gone through the same procedure. She prayed her skin-tight designer jeans, swaying boobs, stiletto-heeled boots, hair, and makeup would please Sarah and Ms. Hallstrom…especially Ms. Hallstrom. The two young women paused for a moment in the musty darkness. Neither one spoke. They stood perfectly still, listening and breathing. In the awesome stillness, Nyah heard the slightest creak, like an over-stuffed leather chair realigning its innards. She could feel something, a presence that made her wonder if the rumors were true. Had Ms. H. actually placed one of her errant boys in a forgotten corner of the basement? “Can you feel him, Nyah? Can you sense his presence? Think of his cock as hard and erect as steel.” Nyah nodded. Quivering lips brushed hers. A hand teased the fabric of her jeans, her thighs, and then her pussy. She shivered as the denim inseam found its way between the plump lips of her pussy. Beneath the blindfold, she closed her eyes and opened her mouth to meet lips and tongues. There was a boy here…she could smell his urgency. She had never felt more captivated, reassured, in awe of the adoration emanating from his unseeing eyes. She was drowning in sensation when the girls took her arms again. Her breasts became a wobbling jiggling mass as they hurried her along to a door she could not see. From behind her as the door opened, she heard a gasp and then the drip-drip of him spattering the floor. Her escorts were laughing to themselves as they shut the door behind them.
When they removed her blindfold, it was not what Nyah had expected. The musty odor had disappeared. They were in a small room lined with cedar and a hardwood floor. Candle sconces illuminated the room with a flickering afterglow. The air smelled faintly of sweet tangy cedar. Ms. Hallstrom and Sarah sat behind a table facing her. The two women could not have been more different. Ms. Hallstrom was a plump fifty-something matron with a self-satisfied expression. Her graying hair was up in a severe bunt. Without the benefit of a bra, her generous bust line rode low, settled into her lap like an over-fed puppy. Her high neckline could not conceal the rise of her luscious cleavage. With a proud bust line that remained stubbornly high in spite of her being braless, Sarah looked like the tennis player she was. She was six feet tall with a powerful upper body and a tiny waist. She waited for Ms. Hallstrom’s nod before telling Nyah to approach the table. As Nyah stepped forward, her escorts stepped back into the shadows, leaving her standing alone in the soft amber light. Later, when Sarah took her to bed, she would tell Nyah her huge mahogany eyes, ebony swept lashes, supplicant mouth, toffee complexion, and classic descending breast profile that never stopped moving, she looked like nothing so much as a Nubian slave girl. She also teased Nyah about her denim-clad ass. It simply begged to be spanked. Ms. Hallstrom spoke first. “Welcome to Summa Chi’s inner sanctum, Nyah. You do understand why your sisters brought here?” “W-Well, yes, Ms. Hallstrom…I think I do.” “Don’t be deferential, Nyah. It does not become you and more importantly, it is not in the Summa Chi lexicon. With Sarah’s help, I have chosen you for a singular honor, the highest award our sorority can bestow on one of its members. I have selected you as this year’s Sweetheart of Summa Chi. It is an august award you must never take lightly – not even years down the road. Are you willing to accept this reward and submit to all it entails? Staring intently into Ms. Hallstrom’s eyes, Nyah straightened her spine and nodded while murmuring her assent. She was struck by how much the Sorority Mother acted and even resembled her mother. There really was never any question. More than anything, she wanted to accept this award and its consequences. She thought of her mother and younger sister and did not feel a trace of fear or hesitation. Full speed ahead, Nyah. “Very well, then. I could not be more pleased that you have chosen to follow in your mother’s footsteps. You should feel honored and grateful your persona, your body, your lineage have brought you here to Summa Chi. It’s why I have chosen you. I hope and pray your younger sister will join Summa Chi and follow you when her time comes. I can scarcely imagine three Sweethearts of Summa Chi from one family. It has never happened before.” Nyah was suddenly overcome with love and gratitude for this august woman. In a trembling voice, she said, “This is an honor I never expected. How can I thank you, Mother Hallstrom? I promise to do everything you expect of me and to please you and Sarah all the while.’ “I’m sure you will, Nyah. Now, let us proceed,” she said firmly, glancing at Sarah. Sarah pulled out a drawer from the table and took out a thick maple paddle. She handed it to Ms. Hallstrom who rose slowly from her chair with the paddle in her hand. She nodded to the sorority sisters, summoning them from the shadows. One knelt before Nyah, opened her jeans, and worked the stiff denim down to her ankles. She wrapped her arms around Nyah’s hips and eased her swollen pussy into her open mouth. The other girl undid the silken bonds that held Nyah’s arms behind her. She drew up and removed her top. Nyah seemed not to notice they had freed her arms and her pendulous breasts were waist-deep and fully exposed. She was preoccupied with the girl between her thighs, her eager mouth, and tongue. Ms. Hallstrom allowed the girl to play for a minute before she called her off. Nyah could have screamed when the Sorority Mother ordered the girl to stop and lower her raspberry thong over her plump thighs to expose her aching pussy. Even though caught in an erotic haze, Nyah noticed Ms. Hallstrom’s smile of delight as her pussy emerged. She approached Nyah and slipped a finger between her pussy lips. “Excellent,” she whispered. “You are in a perfect state of elevation. It will enhance the pain of your punishment.” Staring into the depths of Ms. Hallstrom’s eyes, the older woman held Nyah captive; spell bound her with her level gaze. There was something in her eyes she had never seen before. Whether it was shining desire or grim determination, she could not tell. What she did know from her sorority sisters was she was about to experience the prelude, the introduction to a profane and ancient rite shrouded in the mists of time. The love and desire in Mother Hallstrom’s eyes, her strong slender fingers teasing the wet folds of her pussy were finally too much. Her knees weakened so that she could hardly stand; she would have submitted to Mother Hallstrom’s most deviant wishes. She prayed to engrave this memory in her heart. The glimmering amber light highlighted the rhythmic sway of her swollen bronzed breasts. The love in the air, the overwhelming silence, fingers that felt like a probing tongue, and Ms. Hallstrom’s wet-lipped gaze triggered the first orgasm. She shivered and murmured an apology before it had even subsided. “As well you should,” Mother Hallstrom said. “I haven’t said you could come - not yet. Agony first, then the ecstasy.” Nyah could not help herself. She gasped when Ms. Hallstrom began to caress the resilient undersides of her breasts, fondle her taut nipples and thighs, and run her fingertips over the exquisitely tender biscuits of her pussy. She melted into submission when Ms. Hallstrom sat down and drew Nyah down onto her lap. She adored Mother Hallstrom. She had become her surrogate, her spiritual mother. She wanted desperately for her to spank her and spank good and hard. When the sorority mother had cinched her into her generous bosom and cracked her backside with the first stinging splat of the maple paddle, Nyah squirmed and cried out. Ms. Hallstrom ignored the outburst. She held her tightly into the pillowy softness of her breasts. Nyah weakened and began to cry. “Let it out, child,” the Sorority Mother encouraged. “Let it all out. Tell me all about Sam.” Nyah caught a vision of Sam’s engorged cock, erect and hard, rippled with veins, its scarlet dome pointing straight at her. She told Mother Hallstrom she had laughed like a child when she took Sam’s cock into her hands. Holding him securely, feeling him slip into submission, gave her what she suddenly knew she had been striving for all along: complete control over him. Without even thinking, she had ordered Sam to go down on her, not having any idea what it might mean except that Sarah had suggested she do it. “And then?” the Sorority Mother said, giving her another hard smack with the paddle. “At first, he just kissed the outer lips of my pussy. His mouth drove me crazy, Mother!” Another stinging splat. Nyah’s eyes closed as she savored the sting spreading deep into her belly and her inflamed pussy. “He was so gentle, sort of just insinuated his tongue, but he didn’t go deep.” “Were you still holding his cock?” Ms. Hallstrom punctuated her question with a smack of the paddle. Her seat was on fire now and it only added to her pleasure. She could have stayed on Mother’s lap forever. “Yes. I told him not to come…Ouch...His cock…it was…m-m-m…smaller… not really what I expected.” “Boys come in all sizes, Nyah. With your babysitting experience, you must know that by now. Never tell a boy his cock is small. It is what it is and you must accept that.” “Yes, Mother.” Splat! “When he fucked you, did you drain him of every last drop?” “I think so…When I tried to see if he could come one last time, the poor boy was spent. He couldn’t make it big any more. His cock had shrunk so I could scarcely hold it between my two fingers.” “Did you have orgasms like you do with Sarah?’ Nyah blushed and winced as the paddle landed. “N-No…Mother…it was nothing like that.” “You did well, Nyah. We have bigger cocks in Summa Chi, but I thought it best to start you off with Sam. Ms. Hallstrom smiled at Sarah. “A good paddling brings out the best in her. Do remember that.” When Mother Hallstrom finally stopped the spanking and let Nyah off her lap Nyah’s seat was glowing. “You stay right there. Let Sarah have a good look at the new Sweetheart of Summa Chi.” Sarah lifted Nyah’s massive breasts, and then put her lips to her aching nipples. When she began to suck, Nyah nearly collapsed. Her nipples were aching and engorged; grown so large they embarrassed her. Ms. Hallstrom leaned forward saying, “Well now, isn’t that interesting. Except for your mother who I will never forget even though it was 20 years ago, I have never seen such a voluptuous bottom and breasts. Look at those nipples, Sarah. She is a budding goddess. We are truly blessed to have her. The sight of her fills me with joy.” “You don’t have to tell me, Ms. H.” Sarah replied. I’m reminded every time I take her to bed. She will show very well.” “Nyah, stop that blushing over your nipples. It is one of the reasons we chose you. You are exactly what we look for. You’re as close as we can get to the perfect Sweetheart of Summa Chi.” Ms. Hallstrom’s words made Nyah blush even more though she was now as proud as embarrassed by the older woman’s frank comments. Compared to her sorority sisters, she knew her nipples were substantially larger. Her mother had tried to dissuade her concern, saying her own breasts and nipples were even larger than her daughter’s. It was a blessing and a curse. In time, Nyah’s bust line would become more of a blessing and less of a curse. Her mother’s reassuring words and Sarah’s hands roaming over her pendulous breasts and engorged nipples soothed the pain in her backside and hardened her nipples so that they stung with the strain. Sarah’s lips at her nipples sent arching shafts of pleasure through her. Her pussy felt like it had liquefied. Sweetheart of Summa Chi! It was really happening…the dawning awareness made her light-headed. She was going to be this year’s Sweetheart! Sarah’s lilting voice floated up from between her breasts. “I could bed you this instant…However that will have to wait. By the time your younger sister becomes a Sweetheart candidate, I will be an alumna. However, Ms. H. will be here to guide her through the process. Like mother, like daughters. That is the sweetest thing. Now, with Mother’s permission, we can progress to the ecstasy.” Ms. Hallstrom handed a huge rubber cock to Sarah, which she strapped to her hips over her jeans. Nyah screamed as the two girls bent her naked body over the table. Ms. Hallstrom sat motionless, watching, her eyes smoldering with excitement. Held down by the girls, Nyah’s pussy bloomed from between her thighs like the folds of a scarlet rose. Sarah ignored her pussy and gently guided the cock’s bulbous head into Nyah’s budding anus. As Sarah began to work the faux cock in and out, she cradled the resilient expanse of the undersides of Nyah’s breasts, which were as big and full now as water-filled balloons. Her nipples were thumb-sized, fiery, screaming for Sarah’s lips. She had never before been fucked in her backside. At first, the pain was exquisite, overcoming everything, but gradually it morphed into pleasure she’d never known. Sam was nothing compared to the strap-on cock. It was as if Sarah had impaled her. Her breasts grew heavy with need, aching for release. She felt like her breasts were milk-filled and aching to be nursed. Sarah’s fingers played over her hardened nipples. She squeezed them and drew them out, hurting Nyah, who bit her lip but said nothing. The tips of her nipples stung as Sarah teased out the first glimmering droplets. Ms. Hallstrom watched tight-lipped. Her eyes narrowed to slits, her hand beneath her skirt.
Nyah was no longer aware of the four women in the small room. Her pain faded; altered and bloomed into pure pleasure as Sarah bottomed out the big cock. Nyah shrieked, pleaded for more. She was not aware of the erotic transmission flowing like a river from Ms. Hallstrom to Sarah. Her cries drifted into the darkened corridor.
It was difficult for Sam, but in his own simple way he had learned another lesson. Trapped in supple tight-laced leather that encased his head. he could only manage a tiny painful smile. Driven by Nyah’s cries, his cock had grown fully erect. He ached to touch himself but his bindings held him fast. As Nyah’s climactic screams echoed into the darkness of the corridor …Sam could not help himself. His knees buckled, set his body into a pendulum-like sway. He slumped in his fastenings and wept as he emptied himself. Mother Hallstrom would surely know and there would be hell to pay. He had become her child. All she had to do was look at him to know what he was up to. There would be punishment…but then…just maybe…there would also be the stuff of dreams…
Continued in Part Three
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