Sorority Sluts 1 + 2

By Stephanie Chase

Two deliciously filthy stories about the hottest, sluttiest sorority on campus.

SORORITY SLUTS: THE INITIATION. Barely-legal Bree has been desperate to get to college for as long as she can remember. Now that she's there, only one thing will make her experience complete: joining the elite Kappa Upsilon Mu sorority.

But when she finally tries to pledge as a Kappa, Bree discovers that the richest, hottest girls on campus are also the horniest girls around – and they're going see just how far she's prepared to go when she goes Greek.

Warning – this explicit adult story contains horny college girls, a depraved initiation ceremony, and a lesbian orgy so hot it might melt your e-reader!

SORORITY SLUTS: LOCKER ROOM GANGBANG. Barely-legal college girl Bree is back – and still on a quest to join the hottest, most exclusive and sluttiest sorority on campus.

When the girls at Kappa Upsilon Mu give her a challenge to complete, Bree finds herself venturing into the locker-room of her college football team. But when they catch her in the act, they're not happy – and Bree quickly ends up having to live out one of her dirtiest, most secret fantasies before she can get out in one piece....

Warning – this adult short story contains a hot teen, oral and anal play, explicit gangbang action, and more horny, sweaty footballers than one girl can handle!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Stephanie Chase
• Release date: Aug 24, 2012
• ISBN: 9781476104089

Stephanie Chase

Stephanie Chase lives in Paris, and has been told that even by French standards she has a very dirty mind. She spent her formative years at a Catholic school in England, and later worked as a trainee nurse in Tennessee, and regrets to say that neither occupation is as sexy as you might have been led to believe. If you're buying, she'll have a Gimlet - assuming the barman knows how to make one, that is.

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This is a work of fiction. In real life, practise safe sex. Names, characters and incidents within are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual people living or dead is coincidental, and frankly a little worrying.

Sorority Sluts

by Stephanie Chase

Part 1

The Initiation

I rang the bell of the mock-colonial house and waited nervously, listening to the chimes echoing inside. I gave my outfit a final once-over: kitten heels, white ankle socks, and a blue summer dress with a chunky collar. I'd reluctantly forgone my ceramic straighteners to let my hair fall into its natural curls. The instructions I'd received had said to Dress cute – let's hope this fitted the bill.

I glanced up, my gaze following the fluted columns either side of the doorway, and up to the architrave which was engraved with those three fateful Greek letters: KYM.

Kappa Upsilon Mu – the most notorious sorority on campus. Where the richest, sexiest, most popular girls ran their empire of privilege. Rumor had it that its members were able to cajole or bribe any professor or examiner in the state to get the results they wanted. Rumor also had it that they could get any guy they desired – single or married, straight or gay. It was the most exclusive club any student could be lucky enough to be a part of.

And I wanted to be a part of it so bad.

I'd never been the most popular girl at high school – a little awkward, a little unsure about my wardrobe choices. Mom and dad had always said things would be more fun for me at college. And now, my braces were off and my body had filled out in all the right places – and I was determined things were going to be different. And the legendary Kappa Upsilon Mu was my ticket to the in-crowd.

Just when I was thinking I should ring again, the door to the sorority house swung open dramatically, to reveal a blonde girl in short denim shorts and a Kappa hoodie worn unzipped over a top that had been knotted below her breasts. That's supposed to be ‘cute’? I thought, eyeing her body with a little pang of envy. I shook myself out of it. Now, now. Daddy probably pays for her to have her own personal trainer.

‘You must be Bree!’ she beamed.

‘Um…that's me.’

‘So nice to meet you. I'm Charity. Please, come in.’

I followed Charity through to a large, high-ceilinged lounge, lit by an open fire at one end and hung with framed photographs of some of their most successful alumni. I'm finally here, I thought. The inner sanctum! Burning logs crackled in the chimney-place and there was a hum of excited chatter from the other girls there. My eyes widened as I noticed a Congresswoman and