Her Sorority: Sexual Experiences Like No Other

By Rebecca Stone

"After the 'lesbian orgy,' as we came to call it, we were allowed to clean up, redress, and compose ourselves before we joined the others for more drinking. We really needed it now!

But surprisingly, I didn't feel nearly as self-conscious about what had happened as I had before. I had even more reason to, though, as I had done those actions myself - Perhaps there was some truth to the idea that we would get used to a certain level of what I would have called depravity. It seemed to be a common feeling among the Pledges"

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Rebecca Stone
• Release date: Dec 19, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005751432

Rebecca Stone

I love writing and reading erotica. I enjoy publishing my content online and get people's perspective on my writings. I hope my readers enjoy the content I put through. Happy reading!

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Her Sorority: Sexual Experiences Like No Other

By Rebecca Stone

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblances to any actual person, living or dead, events or locales is entire coincidental

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All characters depicted in this work of fiction are at least 18 years old or above. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are the products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Contents

Chapter 1: Prologue

Chapter 1: Pledging the Sorority becomes a new sexual experience

Chapter 2: The girls suffer through a group masturbation.

Chapter 3: She reunites with Brian

Chapter 4: The final two guys get Jen

Chapter 1: Prologue

My name is Jen. Jennifer is okay, but don't call me Jenny. I admit I was a snob in high school. I was stuck up, only dating the handsomest jocks, not even talking to most of the 'ordinary people'. That seemed like a waste of time. I was looking to find the 'coolest' friends, the studliest guys. It turns out I wasn't that successful.

But I wasn't mean. It wasn't like I tried to be obnoxious, or ignore people. I would speak to those 'ordinary people' if they spoke first. I even would have nice conversations with them. But I didn't seek them out, try to be nice, or encourage them.

I had the physical qualities that I thought everyone wanted. Even craved. I was very slender, a bit above average height with long, shapely legs, everyone called me pretty, and I had great breasts. They had developed into C cups by my Senior year, and they were gorgeous - firm, ripe, and jiggily I remember being told. My ass was quite nice, too.

My problem was that I was looking for great sex. I knew there was great sex, because I had read about it. I had seen stuff on the internet, but that didn't excite me very much. Mostly I read about it in my mother's trashy novels. Ever since I had begun developing and started wondering about sex, I read her books. And she had a lot of them. Some from the library, some from friends, some she bought, but there was always a supply in her room, to which I helped myself often.

So where was this great sex? I dated the manliest, testosterone-filled boys in school. I knew how to tease. Oh, boy, did I. I was in demand. Part of that was because I never had a steady boy friend. I might date the same guy a few times, but never twice in a row. I didn't want them getting any ideas that I belonged to them - which could happen easily. I had some of the most popular boys in school wanting to be my guy, but I couldn't find 'The One.' 'The One', by my definition, was a stud who was good at sex. My two main criteria. Good looking, and good at sex.

My experiences were not good. Every guy I dated was after only one thing. And they were pretty clumsy at it. None were like the men in Mom's novels. They quickly went for my breasts, feeling them up, squeezing them until they hurt, feeling my ass and legs - and more when I let them. But there was no romance. No finesse. Just grabbing.

Now I realize that I was to blame for a lot of it. As I said, I knew how to tease. I liked to flirt, I dressed to show off my assets. Not slutty, but everyone knew that I liked to be looked at and show off what I had. So when guys took me out on a date, they naturally assumed that I would be all hot for them and put out easily. And with these guys, many girls did. Many who did not flirt with them nearly as good as I did. They probably felt that I was offering myself to them, so why take their time? But I did not really realize this at the time. At the time I was just disappointed in the way the guys acted.

And the sex? Sometimes I wondered, what sex? It seemed that the guys wanted to cum. That was it. The whole point of the date was to cum. If I gave them a handjob, they were done. Mission accomplished. Time to go home. The same thing if I blew them. It seemed that by the time I wiped off my mouth we would be halfway home.

And it was the same with intercourse. When I did let someone actually fuck me, I almost felt like I wasn't even there. I expected my first time to hurt, but it was the same even after that. As soon as they realized that they could fuck me, it was: Stick