Paul Gable - Sorority slavegirls

Vickie Williams wiped her palms on her dress, inhaling deeply while keeping her knees modestly together. Why were these awful feelings happening to her again? Her body was doing terrible things to her! The tips of her tits were so hard they seemed about to poke right through her bra. Her young virgin cunt was moving as if it had a will of its own. Its full, pliant outer lips curled and trembled as her clit popped to the surface.

When she shifted position in the soft living room chair, Vickie could feel the velvety surfaces of her snatch rubbing together, making her shiver all over. Chills swept over her body as she watched the two young men talking quietly in the corner.

This was the first night of rush on UCLA campus. Vickie had been sought after by several sororities primarily because of her father's judicial position on the Los Angeles federal court. Now she sat nervously in the elaborately furnished living room of Phi Delta Omega, intimidated by most of the young actives who moved effortlessly and gracefully around her.

"May I get you more coffee?" one tall, long legged brunette purred behind her.

Vickie nearly jumped from her seat. In spite of her father's important position in court and his moving around the best social circles in town, the blonde teen had never developed the social graces so many of her peers had.

"No, thank you," Vickie stammered, twisting around in the chair and finding a friendly, open face staring at her. What a change! Most of the girls spoke kindly to her primarily – she suspected – because of her father. This one seemed genuinely friendly.

"End of awful, isn't it? My folks insisted I join this sorority even though it's full of snobs," the brunette whispered, leaning down and letting her long brown hair cascade over her shoulders.

"The name's Shari… Shari Williams. I'm on the greeting committee. The only reason they let me stay on is 'cause my father owns half the city. Say, you like what you see over there?"

Vickie felt a blush of shame. She'd been caught staring at those two young men. She lowered her eyes and moved the coffee cup around the saucer.

"No problem. The tall black-haired one's Jeff Zimlak – kinda macho, don't you think?" Shari said, folding her arms against her tits and resting against the back of the chair. "They say he's really… well, you know, got something to really offer a girl."

Vickie felt her stomach turning over. She'd never heard this kind of talk before. Even though she was extremely attractive with large, pendulous tits and slim, boyish hips, the young girl always commanded respect from both her few dates and few friends. No one ever brought up the idea of sex, let alone the body organs involved. Her mother had been a very pious, very cold woman who had instilled her chilled piety into her daughter. And now…

"I don't know what you're talking about," Vickie whispered in a trembling voice. How could she he like that? She certainly did know what the brunette was talking about.

The young woman flashed her eyes over Jeff's body. He was wearing a tight-fitting white cotton T-shirt with matching white tennis shorts gathered in front, revealing a hefty bulge that hinted at his cock-size. Standing there, talking casually with his friend, Jeff Zimlak made Vickie breathe harder and more irregularly. His black beard, his moustache, his white teeth, those thick-muscled arms and legs – everything about him made the blonde teenager hotter by the second.

"Sure you do," Shari said in a confidential whisper. "I can get him over here if you want."

"Don't, don't you…"

But it was too late. Shari flashed her a wickedly mischievous smile and moved quickly to the other side of the room.

Vickie wished she could have sunk into the soft cushions pressing against her tight little ass. The young woman kept her eyes glued to the saucer, occasionally moving them up and watching as Shari talked to Jeff. She saw him roll his eyes in her direction, size her up, then smile, his red lips curling up in sardonic amusement. His white teeth gleamed in contrast to his surrounding black beard and moustache.

Vickie shivered once more. He looked more like a weightlifter than a college student. And, oh, God, he was coming over with Shari!

"Jeff, I want you to meet… you know, I don't think I even know your name," Shari said, putting her hand over her mouth and laughing tightly.

"Vickie. Vickie Williams," the young blonde said, flushing red. What could she say? More chills swept over her body as Jeff's smile broadened. "Jeff Zimlak. Are you planning to join?"

"I… I don't know," Vickie stammered. The young man had placed one foot up on the couch armrest, his shorts gathering up into his crotch. "It's a good house, even if some of the girls are stiff," he said, flashing a knowing smirk at Shari. Vickie's eyes swept over his crotch. His shorts were pulled tightly against his groin, showing off clearly a thick roll of dick-meat cradled between his legs. For an instant, Vickie wondered how long it was when it was hard.

She'd seen pictures of black men in Africa with cocks almost one-foot long! How she trembled when she thought of something that thick and long piercing her cunt, skewering her body like a spear! No, no man with something that big could ever marry her, could ever pin her down onto a bed and… do that horrible, messy thing to her that her mother appalled!

"What's on your mind?"

Vickie was embarrassingly aware that she'd been staring at the outline of his dick. Did the others notice?

"Oh, nothing. School, I guess," Vickie said, feeling herself rising to the occasion. She started chatting about her coming classes and what she hoped to be taking. Shari seemed disappointed the conversation had taken this turn. But Jeff said nothing, keeping that smile frozen on his face while he took inventory of the blonde teen beneath him.

"Sounds very impressive and ambitious. I hope you can succeed here," Jeff said, his eyes seeming to burn now with something more than friendly interest. Vickie rose from the sofa, avoiding the amused stare from his dark eyes.

"Say, you can help Vickie," Shari said to Jeff. "She doesn't know a soul around here, do you? Come on, I don't have to know your life history to figure that one out."

Vickie felt close to fainting from shame. No, she didn't know anyone around campus, and she certainly didn't know her way around Los Angeles all that well. Her mother had practically kept her a recluse for eighteen years. The sexual revolution had passed by the Williams' house unannounced. She would have welcomed being shown around campus by anyone… anyone except Jeff Zimlak.

"Well, I don't know. I have a lot of things to do and…"

"It's no problem for me," Jeff interrupted, putting his foot down and standing spread-legged in front of her.

"Well, I guess it'd be all right. I've got to get back to my dorm room early, though, to get ready for tomorrow. First day of classes."

"No problem. I've got a place in Westwood just outside the main gate over on Gayley Avenue. Maybe you'll wanna take a look at it later and get an idea of what else you can live in out here," Jeff said easily.

Vickie made a silent vow not to wind up in his apartment. She could only guess at what would go on there.

"Good, you're all friends. I've got to move around here and see if anyone else needs help," Shari said.

After Shari left, Vickie excused herself and walked to the bathroom. Her composure snapped as soon as she was in the tiny room. She had to get away from that ironic voice, those subtle hints, that look that made her shiver and feel weak aft over.

Awful, awful. The way he looks at me. Me… just as if I'd enjoy getting fucked!