Confessions of a Sorority Girl The Complete Anthology

By Natalia Darque

All five short stories of the Confessions of a Sorority Girl. Read Natalia Darque's whole saga from start to finish. Buying all five stories together in this anthology provides a significant savings!

This complete anthology contains the following short stories:

Confessions of a Sorority Girl: Interracial Delight

Confessions of a Sorority Girl: Drake's Double Delight

Confessions of a Sorority Girl: Spring Break Gangbang

Confessions of a Sorority Girl: Breaking in a Virgin

Confessions of a Sorority Girl: The Omega Train

Contains adult material, such as extremely graphic sex, interracial sex, anal sex, multiple partners, girl/girl action and much more. 18+ only. All characters are consenting adults 18+.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Darque of Night Publishing
• Release date: Apr 18, 2012
• ISBN: 9781476196947

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The Complete Anthology:

Confessions of a Sorority Girl

(All Five Short Stories)

By Natalia Darque

Published by Natalia Darque at Smashwords

Copyright 2012 Natalia Darque

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Table of Contents

Interracial Delight

Drake’s Double Delight

Spring Break Gangbang

Breaking In A Virgin

The Omega Train

Excerpt from Looking For A Few Good Men

Other Works By Natalia Darque

Interracial Delight:

Confessions of a Sorority Girl

Somewhere in Texas, 1986

This story is about keeping a promise.

I promised that one day I would tell this story, and get back at the people who crossed me. That is why you are reading about my adventures today.

As a college student in the late 1980’s in Texas, I was able to participate in a variety of wonderful experiences as I grew into womanhood. One of those experiences found me ensconced in a prejudiced all-white sorority, deep in the heart of a university in a state renowned for its bigotry and repressed sexual attitudes.

In 1986, I was a junior in college. I had found my way to the university on a full-ride cheerleading scholarship. I felt lucky, because the college was in my hometown. Their hard-luck football team had just hired a new coach, and in their first season, they began to turn things around.

I was in my third year on the cheerleading squad. I certainly felt good about myself. I was attending school on their nickel, so I had no financial worries. My grades were great. I was easily pulling A’s and B’s in all my classes, possibly because of my looks. At five feet, five inches, I was in the best shape of my life. Morning workouts in the gym at the student center had given me a rock-hard firm little body. I was a size 0, with a nice, firm little ass, and a firm D-cup set of tits that turned every head in every room I walked into. It was the era of big hair in Texas that year, and my blond hair that fell down to the middle of my back didn’t hurt my looks either.

Oh, and did I mention my blue eyes?

When I arrived on campus, I had no intention of joining a sorority. They seemed to me to be a bunch of stuck-up socialite bitches. But in my sophomore year, they came courting me. I was a cheerleader, and I was beautiful. Most of them had rich parents, but they were willing to overlook that flaw of mine, because I was one of the most noticeable female faces on campus. One sorority, who I will just call the Alpha’s, begged, cajoled me and finally gave me no peace until I agreed to become a pledge.

My first year as an Alpha, I had a great time. There were lots of parties with the fraternity guys, and lots of good fun. Lots of good sex (at least I thought it was good sex at the time!). I had fun, but not too much fun. I didn’t meet any guys that just really lit up my rocket, but they were good enough for some casual fun now and then.

That all changed right after Christmas in my junior year.

Due to a fraternity getting kicked off campus for what was euphemistically called a multiple sexual assault (read involuntary gangbang), the frat house next door came open. Then, to the horror of some of my sisters, we learned that a black fraternity (who I will refer to only as the Omegas) were moving in. Well, you would have thought that Mongol hordes had just swarmed across the border from Louisiana!

In a highly-charged sorority meeting just after the announcement, the issue of our new neighbors we discussed. I am ashamed to admit, but more than one use of the word nigger was uttered by my heretofore prim and proper sorority sisters, as the debate raged about what we were going to do.

In the end, cooler heads prevailed, and we realized that with a $500,000 mortgage on our sorority house, this was a real bad time to decide to move on a whim. One sister, who I will be forever proud of, made a motion that was seconded and narrowly passed to send a delegation to welcome the Omegas to our neighborhood.

The next week, the delegation reported that we had all been cordially invited to a house-warming party at the Omega house the following Saturday night. Once again, the sorority erupted as the bigoted members howled in protest about not wanting to attend a party with a bunch of niggers.

At that point, the sister who had so heroically stood against the chapter the week before said, Well, I intend to go.

Furious at the attitudes of some of the members, I came to my feet. I felt every eye in the room glue onto me, and realized that I had never before spoken up during a sorority meeting. They were waiting with bated breath to see where I would come down on this issue.

I’ll be going with you, I said.

I swear you could hear audible gasps in the shushed halls of that closed and secret meeting. I don’t think they heard me chuckle in satisfaction, but they might have.

And I realized, I really didn’t give a shit if they liked it or not.

The Next Saturday Night, Spring 1986, Somewhere in Texas

Amid the whispered comments and slurs of several of the Alpha members, I left, dressed to the nines, for the party next door. Out of over 50 girls, only seven courageous members of the chapters had the guts to go next door to the Omega’s housewarming party. I was distressed and embarrassed at the bigotry of my sorority sisters. I knew full well the racial epithets and oaths that were being hurled at us as we walked out of the door in unison to go next door.

I might have overdone it a bit when I chose my clothes for the evening. I chose a black leather mini-skirt that scarcely sufficed to cover my crotch when I was standing. If I sat down, even with legs crossed, god forbid!

For a top, I chose a satin white top, with upbraided furls across the front that did a magnificent job of framing my firm, nicely-sized titties. And as a final insult to the bigots in my chapter, I decided to go tonight sans bra…

It did nothing to hide my usually hard nipples…

Take that you prejudiced bitches!

We walked as a group to the house next door, and nervously entered the opened front door. What we found surprised us. The Omega members, shocked at our appearance, came timidly toward us.

Our leader, the girl who had courageously spoken up at our meeting, said, We are here on behalf of the Alphas, to welcome you to the neighborhood.

Rather than being set upon by a set of barbarians, bent on pillage and rapine, we found ourselves being ushered to seats and offered refreshments by a set of kind gentlemen. I nearly laughed out loud at the absurdity of it all. A college boy is a college boy. The color of their skin makes not a whit of difference.

One of the Omega members, a skinny little, academic looking, very young black man, took the duty of doting on me, offered me cup of a drink they called Omega Oil. He explained in a hushed voice, that it was their signature drink, but warned me to be careful, because it packed a wallop.

I filed that away into my mental cabinet of useful information.

As the nerdy, but oh-so-cute Omega did his best to attend to my every need; I caught a glimpse out of the corner of my eye of an Omega in the frat house’s DJ booth. He was abnormally tall, about six-foot, five-inches or so. In a style that wasn’t usual for the 1980’s, his head was shaved smooth. He had a lean, muscular physique, and didn’t appear to have an ounce of fat on him.

Simply seeing him made my pussy begin to get wet.

I was offered a plastic glass full of Omega Oil by another frat member. Remembering the warning I had been given, I sipped it cautiously. It tasted fruity, like Hawaiian Punch, not at all like alcohol. I quickly downed it, to the amazement of those watching me. I called for another.

Then I noticed that the DJ kept glancing my way. Giving me quick, furtive glances in an effort to keep from being noticed doing it, he failed so completely in his attempt at being subversive. He was SO busted. And I was SO interested!

Innocently, I asked the nerdy guy standing next to me, Who is that over there running the DJ booth?

Oh, that’s Drake. He plays on the basketball team, replied the nerd.

A light went off. That’s where I realized I had seen him. He was the star player on the school’s basketball team. A flashy point guard who was renowned for his last-minute plays, shots from the three-point line, and leadership of the team. Without Drake, our basketball team would have been like the Keystone Cops. With him, he had put us in position