Fraternity Housewife Ch. 22

When we went down the stairs I was once again pleasantly surprised when Annette and Arlene were immediately surrounded. "Familiarity breeds contempt?" I said to Paula.

But we weren't ignored. Thomas and Roger escorted me, one holding each hand, while Timothy and Stephen did the same with Paula.

Nevertheless, there was no doubt that Annette and Arlene were the centers of attention. they were surrounded by a sea of men and obviously enjoying the attention.

Annette's voice cut through the hubbub when she saw the pole that had been installed.

"Hey, Becks," she said, becoming in that instant the only person in the world who called me "Becks," "you don't happen to have Peggy Lee's 'Fever' on that fancy stereo of yours, do you?"

"Be right back," I said, and Thomas and Roger escorted me back to my room. I found my "Torch Songs" compilation CD and we went back downstairs. I had to laugh that Arlene was already stripped to the waist with a man on each of those big tits of hers.

I loaded the CD into the player, found Peggy Lee, and started it playing.

"Watch and learn," she said in that booming voice, stepping to the pole.

She waited a few seconds, her hips moving, catching the beat, grabbed the pole, and started to perform.

It was amazing. For all of her size, when she started the pole dance it was like she was weightless. In one smooth move she was upside down, one leg, toe pointed, extended straight up the pole while the other leg wrapped around the pole, steadying her. She swung down, then, and in a smooth motion, part of the dance, had one arm and one breast out of her fishnet body stocking. It was like watching a magician at work. A few more swings around the pole, sometimes head up and sometimes head down, and both arms and breasts were free, her breasts falling over her face when she was upside down, eliciting laughter and whistles in about equal proportions. As Peggy wound down Annette paused, breathing a little hard but when Lena Horne started "Stormy Weather" she picked up the beat again. She moved so rapidly but so gracefully it was hard to see how she did it, but as the music ended it was Annette, in a smile and her heels and how she managed to shed the body stocking while leaving the heels in place remains, to this day, a mystery.

"Quick," she said, collapsing onto one of the couches, theatrically breathing hard, "a beer!"

The music was still playing, working its way through more torch songs. Stephen came to me and offered a hand. "Come on Becky," he said, "let's dance."

So we did. Stephen is a good dancer and I'm adequate. I didn't argue when he undid the bow at my throat to take the filmy peignoir off of me although I did keep it in my hand to be put somewhere safe later. Before the second dance was over I was down to panties and when it ended he led me to one of the overstuffed chairs, got me onto my knees facing the chair, got the panties off of me, and took me from behind.

And that was how the next four hours went. All four of us were pretty much constantly making love. Again, it mostly flashes. It's very good pot and I had poured down three quick beers.

There was Annette, riding Daniel cowgirl style, being taken from behind by Lance, and crooking her finger, beckoning Bob over and taking him into her mouth.

Arlene was looking absolutely blissful as one man was on each tit with another kneeling before her, his face buried between her legs.

Paula was standing, legs spread, hands on the side of the pool table, semen running down her thighs, as Fred had a double handful of her big hips and, with each thrust, an audible slap could be heard through the room.

Me, on my knees, a cock in my mouth and one in each hand, saying, "I love you" every time I pulled off to take a breath.

Eventually, I dozed, only to wake up as someone, it turned out to be Mike, was spreading my cheeks and taking me anally as I looked over and saw Arlene astraddle Roger's big cock, her hand guiding him, and accepting him anally, her mouth wide open in a silent gasp of pure delight.

Annette was in a pile of bodies, crying out, "AGAIN!" over and over.

It was a true orgy all weekend. When the guys had all cum enough to be satisfied, we women made a game of it, seeing who could raise an erection quickest.

I was surprised, not at all, when Annette won that particular contest. She did something with her mouth that seemed to bring even the most tired man erect almost instantly.

By Sunday evening it was clear that there were no, well, no "compatibility" issues. Aaron and I found a quiet corner and discussed what would be next. We were giggling like two grade school kids as we started circulating, explaining what we wanted.

For the next hour, we would grab one of the guys and talk to them.

In the end, both Annette and Arlene were more or less surrounded by men, me in the group with Annette and Paula in the group with Arlene.

Aaron stood before Annette and Roger before Arlene.

Aaron nodded and they both got to one knee, took a hand, and said, more or less in unison although there hadn't been enough time to truly rehearse - -

"Join our family," they each said, "become part of us. We'll honeymoon until Friday and then bring you in, formally if you say 'yes.'"

I thought it was a pretty good little speech for something put together in just a few seconds.

Annette yelled, "HELL YES!"

Arlene giggled, and said "yes" in a voice that broke a little through her tears.

For the next week, we got used to each other. Annette turned out to be even more highly sexed than me and could almost always be found with a cock in her mouth or her hand or her pussy or her ass. And she started giving lessons on the pole.

Arlene, in contrast, was gentle and loving. Of course, her producing tits were popular and it was rare to find her sitting without at least one tit in a man's mouth. And when she really got going, her orgasms were spectacular to watch, the way her entire body would get involved.

Friday, all four of us went to our pre-nuptial spa day again.

I was interested to note that even Annette, seeming to be fearless and indestructible, was nervous and kept asking Paula and me what to expect. But we stayed quiet. Honestly, I figured the anticipation was part of the experience.

When we got home I caught Aaron, took his hand, and led him up to my room. He was grinning and said, "No, we can't do it right now. You know I save myself for my wedding night."

I giggled and said, "bullshit. I flop in the bed and spread my legs and you'll heat the air with the speed of your passage."

"You know me too well," he said, taking me in his arms and kissing me, "and there's always time for you."

I laughed and got my hands between us. "I won't say 'no' to you," I said, "ever. You know that. But some serious talk first."

"Of course," he said, taking my hands in his. "What's up."

"I wanted to ask a favor, 'beg a boon,' if you prefer, for tonight," I said.

"Oh?" he said, "go on."

"Look," I said, speaking slowly, wanting to emphasize that I was being serious, "when I was paddled in there were only seven that first time. Then it's been in ones and twos. For Paula, it was a dozen. But tonight there are 24 and Aaron, that's a lot to handle."

"Becky," he said, matching my seriousness, "we won't change our tradition."

"No," I said quickly, "no, baby, I'm not suggesting that. I'm just asking that Paula and I go first, we have a dozen new strokes coming, and then that we be allowed to remain at the altar (I surprised myself by using that word) to support Arlene and Annette. I would never ask you to hold back or to change the tradition, but I'm afraid without some support they won't be able to handle it."

He stroked his chin for a moment, looking theatrically serious, then smiled and said, "granted. You're right, and I do love them both so I don't want to lose them."

"Thank you, my love," I said, "and now if you WANT!!"

"Away wench," he said, "I have business."

At ten to midnight, Roger came to my room and escorted me down to the meeting room, seating me, again, in the front row against the wall.

A minute or so later Timothy escorted Paula in. She looked stunning in her white Wife Robe.

We sat quietly, the once-a-minute click of the clock seeming loud in the room.

At 11:59 Aaron appeared in the doorway and then began the slow walk down the aisle, stopping and turning at 12:00 precisely.

As he had with me and then Paula, he reached down and grasped the hem of first Arlene's and then Annette's shift and slowly lifted it. They lifted their arms straight up, as we had.

And there they stood, naked before us.

I watched as their nipples hardened and could almost feel the pressure deep in their bellies building. God knows it was in mine.

"Brothers," Aaron intoned in his stage voice, deep and breathy, "before you, naked and unashamed, stand Arlene" and he laid his right hand on Arlene's shoulder, "and Annette," and he laid his left hand on Annette's shoulder, "who would join the Order. As is done with every Initiate, the decision of the Order must be unanimous."

"Now I will call the roll and you will respond with Aye or Nay," he said.

"As always," he went on, "alphabetically."

He paused, and I was proud of the way Arlene and Annette stood still. I was remembering how utterly naked I had felt when I stood in their place.

He stood behind Annette, his hands on her shoulders, and said, "Will you accept Annette?"

"Andrew," he intoned.

Drew stood, faced Aaron, and Annette, pushed the hood back, and said "Aye."

"David," he said.

And we went through every one of the 23, each saying his "Aye" after pushing back his hood.

"Rebecca," he said and I stood, faced him and faced Annette and said my "aye."

"Paula," he said and Paula said her "aye."

"And Aaron, President, also votes "Aye," he said.

He moved to stand behind Arlene, I couldn't help but notice her nipples dripping, and said, "Will you accept Arlene?"

He repeated the roll and all votes were "aye," of course.

"Rebecca, come forward," he said and I rose and went to him. I lifted my arms as he lifted the robe up and off of me, leaving me naked before the Order.

"Rebecca has asked a boon, which I have granted," he said. "She will accept the consummation from the 12 of you who have not yet done so, first. Paula will as well and they will remain at the altar to assist Annette and Arlene." He paused, one of those dramatic pauses, and added, "I have spoken."

He guided me to the position at the altar, my feet on those spots, my hands gripping the bar, and then began the call of the 12 members who have not yet paddled me in.

Arthur was first, "Arty" to the world. I met his eyes, and said, "I love you, don't hold back baby."

I cried, of course, before it was over. That damn paddle HURTS. But as each of them stepped up I said, "I love you, don't hold back," and then, "thank you," when they had their stroke.

Paula was next, and I watched as that magnificent ass was turned red and then bruised.

Annette was next and she did this as she did everything, bold and brassy. She stepped to the spots on the floor and grabbed the bar. Then she wiggled her big ass and said, "come and get it."

I took up position on her right, and Paula on her left, my hand covering Annette's hand. "Remember," I said softly, "if you release the bar it starts over."

"I'll be fine," she said.

But she wasn't. She held out better than I think I could have, but as the paddle smacked for the seventeenth time she screamed and I believe she would have released the bar if our hands hadn't been covering hers. It was pure reflex. The body can only stand so much and hers was rebelling now.

"Are you all right?" I asked.

She was panting, her nose was running, she was drooling.

"Y-y-y-y-y-yes," she managed between sobs.

On the next swat, I almost lost my grip. Her body was writhing, her leg was kicking. Paula and I were both leaning on her hand and still, she almost got free.

She was moaning now, a continuing keening sound. I could imagine a wolf caught in a trap sounding like that.

"You can quit," I said and she screamed "NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!"

She threw up and peed at the next swat. But she was beyond fighting us. Her head hung and thick ropes of mucus and bile-laden drool hung from her mouth.

The final swats were anti-climactic. She would merely whimper and her whole body would shudder for a few seconds.

When the last swat was delivered Aaron took her in his arms, turned her to face the group, and said, "welcome, beloved wife."

Roger came forward and took her hand and helped her to a seat. He used a towel he had hidden away somewhere (they were learning how to handle us I guess) to clean her face and then kissed her.

"Arlene," Aaron said and she stepped to him. I couldn't help but notice her nipples were dripping steadily now, an autonomous response to the crying she had heard.

I had expected her to handle it best. Her ex-husband had been a spanker and so I assumed she would be, well, "used to it," I suppose.

But she didn't. From the first swat, she was crying and squirming. After five I thought we had made a mistake and asked her if she wanted to call it off. She turned to face me, her face a mess of red eyes, tears, and snot, but she said simply, "no."

Her control failed completely at fourteen and the smells of puke and piss and shit combined into a particularly nasty brew.

But she just nodded when I asked if she was okay.

When it was finally over, Paula and then me and finally Aaron delivering the final swats, she was a wreck. But she was also oddly beautiful as Aaron stood behind her, hands on her shoulders, and said, "welcome, beloved wife."

I touched Aaron on the arm and said, "take her up to your room and get her cleaned up, I'll take care of this mess."

He chuckled at that and said, "you think this was our first messy initiation. That's what I have minions for." He whistled and called, "FRONT!" and Frank came forward.

"Your bidding, Master," he said in a passable James Earl Jones imitation.

"Clean up this mess," he said, "while I take care of our newest wife and the others begin the wedding celebration."