Arousal

Shan, Prof. Mason & Prof. Williams

I take a quick glance at the different girls around me. They have different races and maybe ages as well. They are either slim, fat, sexy, hippie, curvaceous, pretty, ugly, fashionista or nerdy, among others. As an eighteen-year-old Baltimoore freshman, I have just joined the Kappa Nu sorority.

Ever since I’ve graduated high school, I have dreamt of joining a sorority and I have chosen the Kappa Nu house. I’ve heard the girls here are cool, helpful and know how to show what sisterhood is.

Right now, we newbies are seated on the floor – in a lotus position – in the Kappa Nu sorority house’s living area. The sophomores, juniors and seniors are either seated in long couches or stairs or standing and looking down on us from the second floor, leaning on the safety rail. Some of them give us a smirk or interested eyes. Some seem to be just there to gauge our physical looks or they have already something planned for us. Meanwhile, in front of us is the so-called Basileus, Nympha, who is giving us a welcoming speech.

“Welcome to the Kappa Nu sorority house!” the pretty blonde says smilingly, looking at the seated three dozens of girls or so. Then, her blue eyes settle on my face. “I’m glad you have chosen us to be your sisters. But… before we can truly embrace you as our full-fledged sisters, you must all undergo an initiation. Each one of you will have a couple different challenges to overcome. Each of you will be facilitated by your respective Big Sisters, who are already assigned to you by the way. So… are you ready, girls?”

“Ready!” we newbies yell in answer at the same time.

One by one, we are called upon and introduced to our Big Sisters. The Basileus then gestures for me to get closer to her and so I do as I’m asked. She introduces me to her two beautiful and skinny companions, Monique and Reese.

“Out of all these candidates, you’re the prettiest and smartest, Shan,” Monique, who has ebony skin, says. Her black eyes sparkle as she speaks to me.

“Thanks,” I say with a small smile, flipping my dark brown hair that’s past my shoulders. It’s wavy and shiny. At the moment, I wear a pair of shorts and fitting tank top, which overall flaunts my sexy figure. My pretty face has light makeup and I wear a set of necklace, bracelet, earrings and anklet.

“Because of that, we’ve prepared three challenges for you,” Reese, who looks Asian, adds.

“Oh, okay,” I say. Somehow, I feel nervous of what these challenges might be. I sure have heard some but they vary from person to person, as already promised by the Basileus from her speech. I guess I can just rely on these two Big Sisters to tell me what they are.

“You’ll have to start the first one tomorrow,” Reese tells me.

I nod slowly. “Okay. Sure.”

The three of them look at each other, giggling. Maybe it’s because of the excitement, as they obviously already have something or some things in mind. I do wonder what it is or what they are. So my green eyes shift from one to the other.

“Your first task is…” Monique starts to tell me. She leans closer to whisper it in my ear. “To hang a dildo on your bag like it is some kind of an accessory.” Then she straightens up to speak normally. “Ensure that you show it to each of your professors.”

My jaw drops at this challenge.  My mind pictures some scenarios of what’s going to happen. I am sure my professors are going to frown at this action. But then, I am willing to do this challenge.

“You have to do it for a couple of days. Once you’re done, we’ll either tell you that you have passed the challenge or not. If you do, we’ll give you the next challenge,” Reese finishes.

So, before I retire for the night, Reese has given me a huge transparent-colored dildo that I should hang on my knapsack. I have to carry it all day while on the university campus. With the use of the string, it just naturally swings each time I take a step.

The next day, I hear my fellow students’ gasps, whistles, snickers and comments thrown my way. However, I just pretend that they’re nothing. I continue to walk on the pathway, hallway and toward each of my classes that day. My professors have been horrified when they’ve seen the dildo blatantly hanging on my bag.

“Miss Hilton, do you know how suggestive it is?” Professor Mason, a thirty-year-old Math wizard, tells me when he’s finished our class. I’m the one who exits last, to make sure he sees the dildo.

His silver eyes penetrate into mine. I feel like my blood has rushed into my face, making it warm. But I refuse to notice this. The important thing is that I’ll pass my first challenge of the Kappa Nu initiation.

“Um… no, professor. I just thought it’d be fun.” I give him my most charming smile. “But don’t worry, I’ll get rid of it when I think it’s the right time and I’m not having fun anymore.”

He gives me a gauging but interested look while leaning his one hip on his desk and crossing his arms on his muscled chest. “Fun? You think it’s for fun walking around with a dildo on campus? What did your other professors say when they saw it?”

“Oh… well… they just give me this dirty and warning look, to be honest.” I give him a toothless smile.

His eyes rove from my head to toe and back. “So… what do you say if you and I get to know each other and that… dildo?”

My lips slowly lift upward, giving him a sweet and flirtatious smile. In all fairness to this Math wiz of a professor, he’s quite hot. He’s tall, dark and handsome, and these attributes are just enhanced by his eyeglasses.

“Professor Mason, I’ll let you know when I get to decide I’d make that happen,” I say with a low tone of my sexy voice. My eyes caress his face down to his chest and frontal area, which looks bigger in bulk than it naturally is during our class.

“Don’t think that much long, Miss Hilton. The semester will be over before you now it. Remember. Just you and me and that dildo.” He winks and dismisses me.

I bite my lower lip as I walk toward the door. On my way back to the sorority house, Monique and Reese give me an amused smile and look.

The very next day, Professor Williams, my History teacher in his mid-thirties, calls me to stay after class. And so here I am, in front of him after the bell rang. My classmates are sniggering as they give me those dirty and teasing looks as they leave the classroom, also taking glimpses at the dildo.

“What am I suppose to think you’re doing with that dildo hanging on your bag, Miss Hilton?” he demands as he leans back to his chair. His brown eyes shoots at my face and then at the hanging dildo. He looks cross.

I feign innocence. “Nothing, professor. I-I’m not even sure what it’s doing there,” I lie to him. I try hard to portray that innocent look on my face like I can’t do anything bad.

“Don’t lie to me! I’ve heard the other professors talking about your walking around on campus with that… dildo!” His voice is raised. But when he notices this, he gives out a sigh. “Are you insane? Should I notify your parents about this?”

I am genuinely horrified at this warning. My parents can’t know what I’m doing on campus. They expect more from me than to join a sorority house. They want me to finish university with flying colors. Although I’m quite confident with myself to pull this off, something trivial like this with the dildo during my freshman year in Baltimoore will not make my parents happy. They might just pull me out of the university and ship me to Europe if they think I give them shame.

“Oh, please, professor. Don’t.”

“What I want you to do is get rid of that dildo ASAP! I don’t want to see that in my next class. Do you understand?”

I nod quickly.

“One more thing. I don’t want any of my ace students to slack off. So, don’t do that, Miss Hilton. Otherwise, I’ll notify your parents about that dildo. Are we clear?” he blackmails me again.

“Yes, professor,” I hastily reply to him.

He signals for me to leave the room. And so I leave.

When I arrived at the sorority house, party poppers are making a loud noise, which are popped by Monique and Reese for me. I gasp and smile at them widely. There’s only one thing these party poppers could mean. I’ve passed the first challenge!

“Congratulations, Shan! We heard a lot of nasty stories about your dildo and intriguing ones that involve your professors,” Monique says with an excited voice.

The other Big Sisters look on together with their respective candidates standing near them. They seem to be interested to hear about the result of my challenge. With this, my eyes find the Basileus who stands in the middle of the stairwell with her arms crossed. She looks happy.

Reese then pulls me into a corner, with Monique following us with a grin pasted on her face. “You’re on your next challenge, Shan. What you’ll do is to ask a random guy on campus three questions. However, the last question must be: ‘Can I have s*x with you?’ If he says no, you’re not going to do anything. But… if he does say yes, you have to do it.”

I swallow when I hear this challenge. I blink for a couple of times. I take note of it. Okay. Random guy. Three questions. Last question with a positive answer is quite the real challenge here.

“Are you in or out?” Monique presses me when I haven’t said anything.

I run my tongue over my lips and nod. “Okay. I’ll do it. Do I have some kind of deadline or not?”

Monique caresses my cheek with a smile on her red-painted lips. “Just a couple of days, to give you time if the guy does give you a positive response.”

“Okay. That’s… duly noted.”

So, I try to pick some random guy on campus within forty-hours. It’s harder than I previously thought. Even though it’s random, I just don’t want it to be any guy. I still get to choose who it is, how he looks and some other things to consider. At least I’m not confined to ask a loser kind of guy.

God! I don’t now what I’m doing with this initiation thingy. I suddenly get nervous. Even though I’m not a virgin anymore at my age, I’ve just done it once with my ex-boyfriend who’s now in Florida. I very well think that he’s happy there. I imagine he’s already met some girls there over the summer. Right after our graduation day, he moves there with his family. It’s the reason why we’ve decided to split up as neither of us wants to give up the university we want to go to.

I’m about to get closer to this guy that I fancy for a few minutes now. He seems to be a fine arts student, judging by his hobby of painting a university building and landscape. He has long brown hair; he’s a boy-next-door type; and he looks hygienic. But then somebody bumps into me. My attention is then shifted and I look at him with curious eyes.

“Sorry,” he quickly apologizes, holding me to not fall flat on my face or something. He has kind, blue eyes. His short hair is somewhat reddish and he’s totally looking like a hunk – and smells nice to boot! He’s tall, well-muscled by the look of his jersey-clad self. It seems that he’s part of a varsity team. Of which, I can’t tell at the moment. I’m still confused of the varsity team names and uniforms.

“It’s fine. I’m fine,” I say to him as he pulls back.

I suddenly feel like it’s a bummer! I just want those strong but gentle hands hold me longer.

“Which varsity team do you belong to?” I ask him, with curiosity. “Sorry, I’m just a freshman… so…” I shrug.

He smiles at me widely. Wow. He’s like a toothpaste endorser! He’s got white and even teeth. “Swimming team.” Then his eyes stray from my face to someone behind me. But I don’t pay attention to it.

“Oh! That’s great! I love swimming, by the way. Um… Are you busy today or tomorrow?”

He looks at me with a small smile. “Yeah. I am.” He gives me a nod.

“I see… but can I just ask you all the same? It’s going to be weird.” I pause. “Can I have s*x with you?”

His jaw drops at my question. Then, he laughs his head off. “Oh, I’m so sorry. That’s a joke, right?”

I force myself to smile, even though my composure is quite shaken. I do really hope he’s going to say yes. He’s just the perfect guy to have s*x with! I think anyone can see that.

“Well?” I gently press on.

His smile slowly vanishes, his eyes looking intently into mine. “No.”

Ouch! Am I not that desirable or pretty? I suddenly feel that my world is shattered all of a sudden by that single, small word of denial. I try to swallow and nod at him slowly.

“Sorry for asking. Just forget that I ask something outrageous like that one.”

He chuckles softly. “It’s okay. I’m Drew, by the way,” he says while extending a hand.

I accept it and shake it. “Nice meeting you, Drew. My name’s Shan.”

“There’s a party at this bar two blocks from here in the weekend. Maybe we can hang out together,” he suggests instead.

I give him a pretty big smile. “Sure! I’ll be there.”

With that, we part ways slowly. When I look behind me, I see Monique and Reese turn on their heels and walk away. I haven’t had the time to catch what’s the expression on their faces. Whether or not I have passed this challenge, I’ll know later on anyway. So, for now I better go to my History class before Professor Williams rats me out to my parents.

“What? That’s my next challenge?” I am so baffled when I heard what my Big Sisters tell me.

Monique gives me a sly smile. “You did pass the second challenge. But since you were not able to make the random guy say ‘yes’, then that must be done as your last challenge. You must have s*x on the library rooftop with your two professors. Your choice, whoever they are.”

I still can’t find the words to say to this.

“Are you in or out?” Reese asks me, flicking her fingers in front of my face.

I blink and slowly nod. “I guess so.”

“In or out?” she asks me again.

“I’m in,” I say to her.

When I’m alone in my room as my roommate hasn’t arrived yet, I lean on the door and my hand is pressed over my heart. What have I really got myself into? Although I know who exactly the two professors I’m going to seduce, they’re both demanding on their own ways. So how in the world can I make them agree to this specific request?

I lie down in my bed, thinking. Hard.

“Professor Mason, I have something important to ask you. It’s about my project of my Architecture class,” I tell him as I call him on the cell phone.

“It’s late, Miss Hilton.”

I glance at my wristwatch. It’s already eight – time that he gets off from his last class of the day.

“I’m on the roof of the library, professor. I’ll wait for you.” With that, I hang up.

Then I look at Professor Williams who just approached me. With the pretext that I want to know the history of each building on the campus for my project, I’ve been able to convince him to come here.

I have prepared a picnic mat for us to sit down and the other one has some food and drinks, with a couple of candles lit. On the nearby building’s rooftop, my Kappa Nu Big Sisters are watching through a telescope. I’m sure they’re going to have a live show tonight that they’re going to enjoy for the rest of the year.

I lay down an empty open notebook while I tap my pen on it, smiling at Professor Williams who seems astounded by the picnic setting I’ve prepared. He puts his hands on his hips.

“What’s with all this?”

“Something to eat and drink while you tell me the story of the buildings on the campus,” I calmly answer him, trying hard to not show my nervousness.

He sighs, sitting next to me. “Okay. Let’s start with the Blank Hall building. It’s in Early Georgian style with its obvious simple construction and symmetry, as well as modest accents. It has a row of raised bricks, which run along its façade. It’s built in 1825.”

I take note of this, so that he won’t be ticked off that this is just a hoax. So, while I’m at it, I also give him something to drink, which he accepts. While he drinks the wine with weed, I give him more and he talks more about the buildings on the campus.

“What’s going on here?” I hear Professor Mason ask when he sees me and my History professor, seemingly having a good time. He catches us laughing together.

Professor Williams turns to the other professor. They do know each other and the first one greets the second.

“Oh, come on, Professor Mason. I’m helping out my student here. Come. Sit down with us, Professor Mason,” Professor Williams invites him.

The second professor can’t say ‘No’ after all. So he sits down next to me, making me sit in the middle of them. I give my Math professor a glass of wine as well, smiling at myself secretly.

“What’s really going on here, Miss Hilton?” he asks again, before he drinks the red wine. His silver eyes pierce mine. “When you called me, you said you want my help.”

“I definitely do need your help, professor. I wish to… know… the size of each building on the campus, while Professor Williams tells me the history of each.”

I see disbelief in Professor Mason’s face as he watches me tapping the pen on my notebook. He downs the wine and puts the empty glass on the mat that’s in front of us. He suddenly pulls my face toward him, making the distance only a few inches.

“I know what you’re up to, Miss Hilton. But I can’t say I am against it,” he says huskily. Then his lips descend to capture mine. He slants his face to one side and gives me a mind-blowing kiss that I’ve never had before. His hands slowly come down to my neck and shoulders, caressing them gently.

I give out a low moan, as I kiss him back. Professor Mason’s kiss is surprisingly delicious.

“Is this what you want, Miss Hilton?” I hear Professor Williams softly query. I notice in the corner of my eye that he also sets down his wine glass and begins to reach out for my breasts. When he doesn’t hear me resist or complain, he becomes bolder. He slowly creeps his hands in and under my blouse and touches my skin, moving up toward my breasts.

Professor Mason takes off my blouse as he kisses my neck and he slowly lays me down. With that, Professor Williams takes off my jeans and his clothes as well. My Math professor also slowly sheds his clothes off his beautiful body and sets his eyeglasses aside in a safe distance.

Both professors do look good naked. Their sudden and huge erection might or might not have to do with the wine with weed. But who cares? I am trying to overcome this last challenge of my initiation. Besides, these two – if I get lucky – will not remember what has happened after this.

So I continue to let them touch and kiss my body. Unexpectedly, I find this enjoyable. The two of them are very good with their hands, not with just their brains and mouths when we have our classes.

Professor Mason’s lips continue downward, to the valley of my breasts before he captures each of my pink n*****s. My body arches as my fingers bury deep into his hair. Meanwhile, Professor Williams’ hands stray further down my belly and hips and thighs, caressing them gently. He parts my thighs with his hands and finds the mound hidden in between. His fingers caress each fold, separating them from each other further. His two fingers slowly sink into the depths of my already damp p***y.

Professor Mason’s tongue licks my n*****s each and his lips nip and suckle them afterward. It feels so good. Plus, Professor Williams continues to do what he does with my p***y.

Then I feel them turn me around, making me kneel down with my hands also leaning on the mat. On all fours, Professor Mason positions himself behind me, while Professor Williams shifts facing me. Both are kneeling.

I feel Professor Williams caress my face before he pushes the fingers into my mouth – the same ones that he uses to sink into my p***y earlier. I open my mouth wider because of this, tasting the unique taste of my juice.

Then, he guides his c**k into my lips, tracing them, before he pushes it inside. With this, I feel Professor Mason teases my p***y with the head of his rigid c**k. In a stroke, deep and hard, he buries his own c**k inside my p***y.

I cry.

However, Professor Williams’ c**k is in my mouth. So, my scream is silenced.

I close my eyes, feeling their c***s in my mouth and p***y. They’re good. Really good, especially that Professor Mason sets the pace. I’ve never felt this wonderful with my body and with somebody inside my body. Unlike my first time. Anyway, so much for the comparison between them and my ex.

Professor Mason presses a thumb on my clit as he moves his hips, plunging deep and hard.

Oh, God! This is too good! I feel like I should kiss my Big Sisters at Kappa Nu for making this a challenge. I can’t seem to get enough.

I hear the two professors grunt as they continue to go about with their own rhythmic pace. My lips feel bruised with Professor Williams’ big c**k brushing them as he goes in and out of my mouth. Professor Mason, on the other hand, makes circular motion over my clit as he pumps hard, shaking my body. His other hand is holding my hip, to guide it and to move it to meet his every stroke.

A few minutes later, I feel Professor Mason withdraw his c**k only to sink it into my ass. I mentally curse at first because of the pain. But later on, it feels wonderful as his fingers are also inside my p***y, heightening my desire and making my p***y muscles coil with excitement. This thus sends me on the edge.

After enjoying my mouth, Professor Williams dumps his load inside my mouth, while Professor Mason shoots his inside my ass. The two groan in delight. The first professor gives me a kiss in the mouth, darting his tongue inside and tasting his own seeds as well. As for the second professor, he runs his tongue on my p***y, drinking my juice and nipping my clit playfully. My body quivers because of this.

Some minutes later, the two professors finish up the wine. But before that, I let them change into their clothes. So, when they’ve passed out, lying side by side, my Big Sisters come up and take a picture of them.

“What are you doing?” I ask, zipping up my jeans.

“Just in case they come after you, you can show this to them instead,” Monique says, putting her cell phone away.

“As in like… blackmail?” I ask testily.

“Not like… but it is for blackmail,” Reese says with a suppressed giggle.

I sigh. So, this is how it works.

“We’ll bring you to the Basileus for completing the challenges without hiccups,” Monique tells me with a grin.

“Welcome to Kappa Nu, Shan!” Reese announces excitedly.

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