Sorority Submission

I sat frozen as the orgasm simmered and waited for the other girl to leave. A couple of minutes went by before I was alone again. I quickly stood up, left the stall and freshened up. Looking in the mirror, my red cheeks were the scarlet letter of my sin. I shook my head and headed for lunch feeling a strange liberation I couldn't explain.

I walked to the cafeteria where a nerdy guy wearing a bow-tie didn't even attempt to pretend he wasn't staring at me. Walking into the cafeteria I could feel eyes on me from every direction, yet instead of embarrassment, I heeded Beth's words and walked with an air of confidence.

In line, the guy behind me asked, "Pledging for Pi Delta?"

I turned and was eye to eye with the hottest guy I had ever seen in person. Imagine Brad Pitt and Matt Damon and you would be close to just how perfect this guy was. I stammered, "Y-y-yes, is it that obvious?"

"Well, they have a rep for pushing their pledges and making them do some crazy things," he smiled, making him look even more like Matt Damon.

"Yes, this isn't my everyday attire," I joked.

"Too bad," he replied.

I could feel the heat on my cheeks. Was he flirting with me? Unable to come up with a witty come back, I turned back to the line and grabbed a tray.

He said, "I don't know what it is, but a chick in stockings is always really hot."

Again I was always confident with guys, so I turned around and said, "Well, I always wear stockings."

"You do, do you?" he said back, looking impressed, "You may just be my dream girl."

"You are not too bad yourself," I responded, playing it cool.

"Well, that is very flattering," he joked. "The name is Harvey."

He extended his hand and I offered mine. "Anne."

Being the player he obviously was, he lifted my hand to his lips and kissed it gently.

"How Prince Charming of you," I flirted.

"Get a room," someone called out from behind with a laugh.

My face went red and I pulled my hand away before continuing in the line.

He continued his flirtation. "So if I am Prince Charming, who are you?"

I grabbed a sandwich and without looking replied, "Who do you think I am?"

Grabbing milk and a banana, I waited for his response. "Well, that is a dangerous question. You could be Cinderella," he began, looking down at my feet, "but you are not missing any footwear. You could be Princess Jasmine, but thankfully, you don't have a big tiger protecting you. You could be Snow White, but I can't fathom someone trying to kill you. Thus, I deduce..." he smiled, his smoothness leaving me a bit dizzy, "you are Belle."

"Really," I smiled. "Why Belle?"

"She is pretty, smart, and judges men based on more than looks," he replied.

I quipped, without even thinking, "But you are no beast." After realizing how flirtatious that had just come across I turned to pay, desperate to hide my flustered look and glowing cheeks.

I didn't wait for him and went and sat down at a table by myself. I wasn't surprised when he joined me. He said, "You didn't think you could ditch me after such a flattering compliment."

Still flushed, although already becoming comfortable around this handsome guy, pointing towards my breasts, "I am pretty sure Belle had a decent rack."

"Wow," he said, shaking his head.

"What?" I asked, getting more confident at seeing I had made him uncomfortable.

"I have never heard a girl refer to her breasts as a rack."

I shrugged, "I am not like most girls."

"That I can see," he agreed, before adding with the corny line, "Plus, I have always been told that the best things come in small packages."

I quipped, my tone dripping with innuendo, and shifting the conversation from my non-existent breasts to his hopefully impressive penis. "Girls say that all the time too, but we are lying."

Although it was clear I had startled him, he regrouped quickly. "I knew it. Size does matter."

"Of course, but so does everything else," I added.

"How so?" he asked.

"Well, we are looking for the complete package," I replied, with a sultry smile.

"Which is?" he questioned, seemingly really interested in what I had to say.

"Honestly?" I asked, surprised at just how far this conversation had went, from casual flirting, to honest expectations.

"Of course," he smiled, "I have always wanted to know what women want. Maxim has not been as reliable as one would expect. And don't even get me started with the advice in Playboy."

I actually choked on my drink as I began laughing so hard. "Sorry, that is so embarrassing."

"I thought it was sexy," he replied.

"Oh yes, I ooze sexuality as I have milk coming out my nose," I laughed, adding, "well, you clearly have the so-called prerequisite all girls say is important, a sense of humor."

"That is what all girls say they want, but I have always thought it was crap," he countered.

"How so?" I questioned, curious where he was going with that statement.

"The cheerleader dates the football star. It is as simple as that and he is always a humorless ass," Harvey said, clearly resentful of the high school hierarchy.

"That is high school sure, but the real world is much different," I smiled, surprised by the shift of the conversation.

Before we could chat more, we were interrupted by another of my rush week pledge sisters dressed as a maid. Suddenly, I was thankful for my outfit. The maid said, all cheery, "How is your day going?"

"Embarrassing," I said, before saying with a glance to Harvey, "but getting better."

She sat down, oblivious to the flirty conversation I was currently involved in. Her large breasts seemed to barely be kept held in check by her outfit, as she said, "Oh my God, it has been so awkward."

"Tell me about it," I replied, my tone implying I really didn't care. I was enjoying my conversation with a sexy guy.

Ignoring my tone, she spent the next five minutes babbling while Harvey and I exchanged knowing glances. Unfortunately, after a few more mundane root canal minutes of her talking, Harvey stood up and said, "Sorry, I have to go. It was really nice to meet you."

"You too," I replied seductively.

He grabbed my cell phone and boldly typed in his number before kissing my hand again. "I hope to continue this life-changing conversation another time."

"Me too," I agreed, this time blushing.

And just like that my potential Prince Charming was gone.

Only then did the vapid girl's light bulb go on. "Did I interrupt something?"

I lied. "Oh no, but I do need to get to my next class."

The rest of the day was rather uneventful other than a few catcalls and a couple bitchy comments; yet, I couldn't get Harvey out of my mind. There was something about him, something very intriguing.

As expected, I arrived at the sorority house at seven o'clock with the other girls. As I looked around at the other pretty girls each was in a similarly humiliating outfit; it was like slutty Halloween. Yet, other than the outfits and abundance of breasts barely concealed by the skimpy attire, it was just like the Saturday introductory gathering. There were hors d'oeuvres, cocktails and lots of socializing. I chatted with a few other and shared horror stories of the day. As I continued to survey the room, I noticed something odd. Every other girl, every single one, had large breasts, I was clearly the only one without voluptuous breasts. Most girls may not notice such a thing, but when your biggest insecurity is your own tiny breasts, it was impossible not to notice.

Before I had time to consider this revelation, Beth spoke. "If we could have all of you line up that would be great."

Like sheep in a herd, we quickly lined up in a row. I was between a slutty nurse and a slutty airline stewardess.

Jamie, dressed in the tightest t-shirt possible, walked up and down the line seemingly inspecting each of us. She paused at each one, looked us over before moving to the next one, her facial expression never changing from her usual disapproving smirk.

After giving each girl a thorough inspection, she returned to me and said, "Pledge, Anne, please step forward."

I moved forward with trepidation as there was something about her tone and her smile that hinted at something sinister.

She took my hand and led me to the end of the line. "Kneel," she said.

"Pardon?" I asked, confused. I had heard the word, I just couldn't comprehend she meant what she was saying.

"Kneel, now!" she repeated, her tone bossy.

I could feel everyone's eyes boring into me. Nervous and shocked, I knelt, unable to make eye contact with Jamie.

"Good girl," Jamie purred, her tone instantly softening and similar to a mother praising her young child.

I could feel the heat on my cheeks scalding hot, again feeling all eyes watching my public humiliation.

"Today, Anne, you are our inspection girl," Jamie informed all of us.

I remained silent.

Jamie explained, "Each of you had clear instructions. One, wear the outfit you were left, which each of you has done. Two, not to wear any underwear. To make sure you all obeyed our instructions, our little inspector here, will check each of you to make sure you obeyed."

I couldn't believe what was expected of me. I also couldn't believe the dampness that was beginning to form down below.

"Go ahead, Little Anne, look under Amber's outfit and see if she is wearing any panties," Jamie instructed.

I looked up, my eyes pleading for her to reconsider, praying that this was some kind of bizarre test. Yet, in her cold eyes and her smirk, I knew there would be no mercy. Turning towards Amber, I lifted my hand to her one piece pirate dress, grasped it and lifted it up; I was suddenly staring at her completely shaved vagina.

"And?" Jamie asked, her tone implying impatience. "Did she comply?"

"Yes," I whispered, my shame reaching new depths.

"Move along then," Jamie ordered condescendingly, "unless you are hungry."

I went to stand up and move to the next girl but Jamie put her hand on my shoulder and pushed me back to the floor. "Crawl."

This got a few laughs from the older sorority sisters as my shame compounded, mortified by the sudden hunger to indeed taste Amber, doubly mortified by the slight leaking I felt down below and triple humiliated by being forced to crawl like I was a puppy.

I silently moved to the next dressed up girl and repeated the inspection this time staring at a natural red-haired vagina. The red hair made it hard to clearly see her vagina lips but she obviously had obeyed the task.

"She's good," I said.

"She is good like she has a nice cunt or she is good like she obeyed the instructions?"Jamie asked obviously enjoying humiliating me.

I stammered, not thinking I could go any redder, "S-s-she obeyed."

"Next," she bellowed, and I continued my factory line vagina inspection. There are 49 girls hoping to join the sorority, not counting me, and I looked up close and personal at each of their vaginas. It was utterly surreal, as I progressed down the line of pledges in their ludicrous outfits; I began to secretly enjoy myself. Every vagina was unique: some were hairy, some were trimmed and some were as bare as the day they were born. Each vagina had a distinct scent that had my mouth watering and the temptation to taste a girl grew stronger as each tantalizing scent reached me.

All the while, I inspected my fellow pledges, Jamie continued to humiliate me and yet most of what she said was true, although I would never have admitted it at the time. "Our Little Annie sure seems to be enjoying herself," or "Our Little Annie seems to be lingering longer at each girl's cunt," or "Is it just me or does our Little Annie seem like she might just dive into one of our pledge's cunts?" Sadly, each was true. I was enjoying myself even as the ridicule piled up; I was lingering longer at each new vagina as I tried to get a strong whiff of each girl; I was getting more and more tempted to do exactly what Jamie said. All my fantasies of tasting a girl flooded into my mind, the temptation was there, yet I was way too shy to follow through with my growing desire.

Once I finished the last inspection, I waited on my knees to be told I was done.

"Stand up, Little Annie," Jamie ordered, now directly beside me.

I obeyed, thankful to be off my knees.

She lifted up my skirt suddenly and her hand went directly to my wet vagina. Involuntarily, I let out a half-gasp, half moan as she announced, "Our Little Annie is very wet. Did inspecting your fellow pledge's cunts get you horny?"

I lied, again my shame burning, "God, no!"

"I don't believe you," she said, moving her finger to her lips.

"Do you know why I have nicknamed you Little Annie," she asked.

Once again, I felt everyone's eyes watching my humiliation. Although, I was pretty sure I knew the reason, I answered, "No."

Jamie laughed. "You may be blonde, but you are not stupid. You know, don't you?"

I nodded.

"Why?" she asked, clearly enjoying humiliating me and building on my already very insecure body image.

"I have small breasts," I whispered.

"Yes, you have tiny, raisin tits," Jamie announced, her hand cupping my small but very sensitive breasts.

"I-I-I know," I said, desperate for this to end, even as my vagina got hotter and hotter.

"You have one last inspection task, Little Annie," Jamie revealed, as she unbuttoned my blouse, her smile somehow turning me on even more. Even as my humiliation at the way she treated me grew, my excitement down below grew too. It was unexplainable, it was absurd and yet it was true.

"What?" I asked, petrified at others seeing my tiny breasts and yet equally excited at being touched by a girl.

"Go make sure each of our pledges isn't wearing a bra," she instructed as she unbuttoned the last button.

"Oh," was all I could muster, as she took off my blouse.

"Fuck they are even smaller then I imagined," Jamie assessed, before adding with an amused chuckle, "Go ahead and cop a feel of your rush sister' tits while you inspect them'. Feel what real tits feel like."

I turned to the first pledge and as I reached for her big breasts, barely held in by her skimpy Snow White dress, I stammered, "S-s-sorry."

Yet even though the task was humiliating, it was also making a fantasy come true. I felt her firm, heavy breasts in my hands and instantly wished I could see them. I wanted to know if her nipples were hard; I wanted to put her breast in my mouth.

I cupped her breasts for a while, suddenly forgetting where I was.

Jamie said, "Do you want us to leave you alone for play time, Little Annie?"

I quickly dropped my hand away, again mortified, but this time by the brief daydream I was having. I again stammered, "S-s-sorry."

"Keep moving, Little Annie," Jamie instructed, "you are suppose to be inspecting for bras not molesting every girl in line.

My face flushed with the implied accusation, but I moved to the maid from lunch time and cupped her breasts. This time I just as quickly let go.

Jamie laughed. "Carla's weren't as impressive, Little Anne?"

"No, I mean, yes, I mean," I tried to explain myself.

"They look pretty impressive to me," Jamie said, moving to Carla and pulling her top down releasing the voluptuous breasts from their restrictive containment.

I stared at them. I tried to look away, but they were so mesmerizing I couldn't look away. They were so big and beautiful; I desperately wanted to touch them again.

"Go ahead, Little Annie," Jamie said, "Kiss them. You know you want to."

I stood frozen, wanting to do just that, but not wanting to be perceived as some lesbian.

Carla softly smiled, "Go ahead, kiss them."

Suddenly it seemed so natural, so right. Just as suddenly, all my insecurities faded away as did all the witnesses. In my head there was just me and Carla's massive breasts. I leaned forward and took her big stiff nipple in my mouth.

I only was in this state of sweet euphoria for a few seconds before Jamie interrupted. "Enjoying yourself, Little Annie?"

Returning to reality, I moved away and continued my Daffy Duck speech impediment, "W-w-what? Oh my, oh."

"Are you going to have an orgasm right in front of your fellow pledges, Little Annie?" Jamie asked.

Again I was the brunt of a joke that had laughter echoing through the group of sorority sisters watching.

When I didn't answer, Jamie ordered, "Keep moving down the line, Little Annie. Feel what real tits feel like."

I obeyed, hating the concentrated ridicule of my tiny breasts, but enjoying the task of feeling up my fellow pledges. Eventually, I reached the end of the line, which was actually the start from my earlier vagina inspection.

As soon as I felt up the last big-breasted girl. Jamie announced, "Congratulations, you have all passed your first task and lets all give a special thank you to our special Little Annie for being such a good sport today."

Suddenly all the sorority sisters were clapping...for me.... I felt a rush of excitement and for the first time in my life felt like I fit in, that I could be one of them, I could be a Pi Delta...I was both really right and really wrong.

THE END FOR NOW

NEXT: Task 2: Measuring Up!!!