Game Day at Alpha Pi

Prelude to Game Day:

Jen sat warily on a high-backed chair. Solid oak, uncomfortable at best. It was ten at night, Saturday. She was the only one in the small meeting room of the Alpha Pi sorority. A long table that could seat ten or more stretched out before her. Paneled walls and thick carpeted floors. Décor from a time long past. But that was Alpha Pi. An ancient among Greek organizations, unchanging in spite of ever-changing times.

The door opened; Jen turned to look. Claire Anderson was entering. She wore a white robe, just long enough to reach her knees. A hood went unused, hanging down her back. She walked past Jen to the far end of the table and sat down. Her hands slowly folded on the table in front of her.

The door opened again, and Jen chose not to turn this time. Two more girls entered, dressed the same as Claire. One passed her on either side. When they reached the far end of the long table, they took the next available chairs.

This whole thing was obviously choreographed as it repeated three more times until there were nine girls seated at the table, ten including Jen. They were all dressed in white robes. Jen was wearing the standard dress of college girls everywhere, jeans and a tee shirt with sneakers.

Game day was and had always been the apex of Alpha Pi’s initiation process. Where in the past, every first-year pledge would endure the challenges of Game Day, now, due to pressure from the University board, only one pledge was selected to represent all of the eleven pledges for the current year. That concession, however, came with enormous resistance from current Alpha Pi members as well as local women who were Alpha Pi alumni. These women were now established businesswomen, successful and major donors to both the university and the sorority. And Alpha Pi women did not like change.

Even though Jen had not been given a reason for this meeting when she was notified by typed instructions enclosed in an Alpha Pi envelope, the rumors among the pledges had circulated for weeks. Who would be the girl chosen for Game Day? Well, Jen, sitting there alone with all of the senior sisters on this Home Coming Weekend, she was fairly sure she knew.

Claire stood. “You must know why you are here.”

Jen nodded. None of the others looked at her as they continued to look down at the table.

“We once celebrated Game Day in a much different way.” She looked at Jen. “I’m sure you are aware.”

Jen remained quiet but she was all too aware of the stories of past Game Days where a dozen or more pledges were sent out of the sorority house totally nude, running in all directions as crowds of students cheered. But that was all she knew. The rest remained hidden to history.

“You should know that you were selected by a committee of both senior sisters and alumni.” She motioned and two girls stood up. They slowly walked around the others, approaching Jen.

“Stand.” One girl said. When Jen was up, they took her by each arm and led her to a small, raised platform near the center of the room. They guided her up onto it and returned to their seats.

Claire spoke again. “Remove your clothes.”

Jen stood there. Expecting, something, not knowing, she paused.

“We have other pledges.” Claire said. “This is not a debate.”

Jen slowly searched for the hem of her tee and as she pulled it over her head, she watched Claire settle back on her chair. With the tee in her hand, she seemed unsure what to do with it.

Finally, she simply let if fall to the floor. Using her toe, she kicked off one of her sneakers and then the other. Jen was a tall slender girl. She was small breasted and where she might wear a sports bra on occasions, usually, like now, she wore none at all. Her fingers trembled as she worked down the zipper of her jeans. She took a deep breath, looked at Claire, saw a bit of a smirk on her face and began working the tight jeans over her slim hips. As she freed one leg and then the other, she realized that all of the girls had turned toward her and were now watching.

For some reason she found herself straightening the jeans and then realized how ridiculous that must look and dropped them. There she stood. On a stage in just her panties.

“And now?” Claire asked.

Jen thumbed the top of those sky-blue panties and eased them over her hips. When they were at her knees, she let them drop and stepped free of them. There she was, long legs, athletic figure, neatly shaved pubic region. The first girl on the far side of the table stood. She walked around the table, behind Claire and up to Jen. She smiled at her. “A long tradition.” She whispered. Her fingers brushed the inside of Jen’s thigh and she moved on, out the door.

The next girl stood and made a similar voyage until she was in front of Jen. “A very long tradition.” Her hand eased between Jen’s legs and slowly inched its way up until a finger traced the folds of Jen’s labia. Then she was gone.

The third girl was an African American. A track star and on a full scholarship. As she approached Jen, she grinned. “I wish it was like years past.” Her hand cupped Jen’s ass as she leaned forward and placed a kiss on Jen’s abdomen. Jen watched her walk to the door. When she turned to look, she winked at Jen.

Five more girls, one at a time, stopping at Jen, offering some type of encouragement. They also managed to touch Jen in very intimate ways, each one a bit more aggressive than the other. The last girl managed to slip her middle finger into Jen’s vagina and hold it there until she started to tremble.

When the last girl had left and only Jen and Claire remained, Claire stood and walked to in front of Jen. She removed and golden braded cord from a pocket and eased it around Jen’s waist. There was a small blue pouch attached to the cord and Claire tied it, so the pouch was at Jen’s left side.

Claire looked at Jen. “What do you know of Game Day?”

Jen shrugged. “Not much.”

“Good.” Claire said. She removed a piece of folded paper from a pocket. She handed it to Jen. “Open it once you are outside.” She said. “There are ten addresses on the list. Go to them in order. You should receive a token from each place. Put them into this pouch.” She touched the velvet bag. “Here.” she said. She took Jen’s hand and helped her step down from the platform. “One more thing.” Claire said. She began to untie her robe. As it slipped off of her shoulders, a most amazing nude Claire was being revealed. Claire removed her robe and held it out so Jen could put it on.

“Really?” Jen asked. She was sure she was going to be sent out onto the streets totally naked.

“It’s a new day for Alpha Pi.” She smiled. “Not one that pleases us.”

When Jen just stood there, Claire offered. “You should go. You have until ten AM tomorrow. It’s nearing eleven now.” Jen seemed confused. Claire added. “Reach the tenth address before ten and in possession of the first nine tokens.”

“Or?” Jen asked.

Claire smiled. “You are representing your entire class of pledges.” Claire paused. Then she added. “If you fail, the entire group will be expelled from the sorority.”

Jen fumbled with tying the robe and then stuffed the paper into her pocket and out the door she went. Claire smiled to herself and sat back down into the chair at the head of the table.

A moment later, a mousy haired girl looked into the room. “They told me you would be needing these clothes.” She held out a stack, all neatly folded.

Claire waved her in. When the girl was directly in front of Claire, still holding the clothes, Claire said. “I’m sure I saw you on registration day, but I have not had a chance to introduce myself. Slowly Claire lifted her right leg until it draped over the arm of the chair. Then, she raised her left leg, placing it over the opposite arm.

Clair patted her mound. “Put the clothes down. You can help me get dressed later.” The girl was clearly nervous as she placed the clothes on the table and then began to kneel. Once down, Claire cupped her angelic face with her hands. She looked into the girl’s eyes and said. “We have all been where you are. Every Alpha Pi has been there. I, most certainly have been there.”

The girl nodded. Claire guided her to her waiting sex and leaned back. As the first pass of a warm moist tongue stimulated her clit, Claire closed her eyes. Then, she whispered. “It was not a position I will ever regret being in.” Her fingers found the girls hair and she laced her fingers in it. “But.” She tugged at the girl, urging her onward. “I much prefer it this way.”

Thirty minutes later Claire had to push the girl away. Two orgasms had filled the room with the musky aroma of sex. The girl helped a helpless Claire to dress. When she was finally clothed, she leaned forward and kissed the girl on a still slippery, cum covered mouth. “You are going to make an excellent Alpha Pi.”

“Thank you.” The girl said and immediately wondered why she was thanking the girl she had just serviced.

“One more piece of advice.” Claire said and she kissed the girl again. A long, slow, sensuous kiss. “As you graduate through the ranks at Alpha Pi, and you are blessed to have future pledges at your service,” She looked into the girl’s eyes. “Use them, enjoy them,” Claire said. “But always remain grateful.” She put her arm around the girl and the two left the room.

Token Number 1:

It was not as Jen had expected. Outside, it was dark and quiet. No crowds, no cheering. She was thankful for that at least. She removed the paper and looked at the list. 80 University row. “Damn.” She said and hurried down the steps and headed across the quad.

Ten minutes later she was at the door of number 80. It was a large, brick three story in an area where many of the professors lived. The door opened. There, Jen was greeted by Professor Margret Owings. A forty-year-old American History Professor who no longer lectured but spent her time in the research department. She stood there in a short silk East Asian robe. “I wondered who they might choose. And look, we are dressed alike.”

“Excuse me?” Jen asked. “Oh, you mean robes?”

Margret nodded. “Oh. The talk has been about little else since the Alpha Pi’s announced that there would indeed be Game Day.” Margret smiled. “But please, come in.” She moved to the side to make room.

The foyer was immense. Marble floors, a chandelier, dark woodwork. Jen just stood there taking it all in. Then Margret took her hand. “Come with me.” As they entered a small cozy den, Jen saw a man sitting in a large green leather chair, reading a newspaper, and smoking a pipe. He looked up.

“Harland. This is the Alpha Pi girl I told you about.” She ran her arm around Jen’s waist.

“I see.” Harland said. “Well, good for you then.” He turned back to his paper.

Margret turned Jen toward a long stairway. “Let’s you and I go find that token, shall we?”

Once upstairs, Margret led Jen down a long hallway to a set of double doors. Margret looked over her shoulder and smiled. “My boudoir.” She pushed the doors open to reveal an expanse of white carpet and a large king size bed among other furnishings.

Jen watched Margret go to a dressing table and open a jewelry box. She removed something and walked to the far side of the bed. She looked at Jen and held up the token. “I will place this here on the nightstand. She did so and then she untied her robe. As she watched Jen, she slipped it from her shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. She kneed her slim tanned body onto the bed. “So, you are there, I am here and the token,” She pointed behind her. “Is there.” She reached for a remote and the lights in the room dimmed. Jen looked over her shoulder at the open door.

“Don’t concern yourself sweety.” Margret explained. “Harland is harmless, he has his own room and rarely ventures this far down the hall.”

After a second, Jen shrugged her shoulders and untied her robe. She left the gold rope with the pouch in place. Margret was sliding to the center of the bed. Her legs were apart was waiting there with what looked to Jen as lust in her eyes.

Jen kneed herself up and leaned forward letting their lips brush together. “When they told me I had been awarded a token, well, it has been all I could think about.” Margret ran a hand behind Jen’s neck and the two kissed like lost lovers.

Then Jen felt that hand pressing on the top of her shoulder. “But.” Margret whispered. “Right now, you need to earn that token.”

Jen began kissing her way along Margret’s chin, down her neck. Finding her breast, Jen suckled it and moved on. Over her abdomen, she was pleased that Margret’s pubis was shaved except of a narrow strip leading to an already protruding clitoris. Jen let her tongue lick at it causing Margret to flinch.

Jen maneuvered herself in between Margret’s legs and those long sensuous legs spread apart to accommodate her. When Jen ran her tongue the length of Margret’s sex, the woman shuddered beneath her. Margret pulled her legs up and placed her feet onto Jen’s back. Margret began to work her ass up and down and she was humming and moaning. Jen kept the pace for about ten minutes and then with out warning, she shoved the length of her tongue as deep into Margret as she could. Margret gripped Jen’s hair. She pressed her feet down hard, she began grunting. Her ass was flailing up and down. Jen could taste the fluids seeping from Margret’s pussy.

Margret was gasping for air. “Oh, my God.” She whimpered. Finally, Jen slowed. She placed kisses on an impressive clit, then she sucked it into her mouth and Margret went hysterical. She cussed, begged, and cried out until Jen finally freed the captive pearl.

The two lay together for a few minutes until Margret patted her on her head. Jen looked up. Margret smiled. “I could keep you right there all night, but I think there may be more tasks ahead for you.” Jen just nodded.

“The bathroom is there.” Margret pointed. “Go wash up.” Jen slipped off of the bed, gathered her robe and disappeared into the bath. Minutes later, she reappeared to find Margret sitting on the edge of her bed holding the token. She was still nude.

Jen came over to her, and Margret held out the token. Jen opened the small pouch and Margret dropped it in.

“Let’s get you on your way.” Margret said and she led Jen down the stairs. At the door, Margret was enjoying a final goodbye kiss from a freshly washed Jen.

“I’m assuming a happy-ending then?” The two turned to see Harland standing there with a glass of milk.

“Very.” Margret said. She waited until Jen was down the walk and out of sight until she closed the door.

When she turned around, Harland was smiling. “You seem much happier tonight than with your other visitors.”

Margret came over and kissed her husband on the cheek. “Darling, if you were not so rich and understanding, I would leave you tomorrow.”

As she turned away, Harland said. “Lucky me. But I’m guessing it is my understanding that pleases you most.”

Token Number 2:

Jen found a streetlight and looked at the list again. “2840 Elliot Street, Apartment D.” She was thinking, trying to remember where Elliot Street was. About then a car started a few doors away and the headlights came on. It eased forward and stopped in front of Jen. It was a red and black Mini Cooper. The power window lowered, and Jen looked in. It was a pledge from the sorority. Jen didn’t know her except to see her in the hall. “This can’t be coincident.”

Jen was looking at the petite face of a mousy haired girl with a broad smile. “It’s not. Get in.” She floored the mini. “Some of us thought you might have a problem with directions so…….”

“So what?” Jen asked. “Is this approved? Do they know you’re here?”

“What’s the fucking address?” Mousy asked. Jen told her. “And no, it’s not illegal.” She said. “Sort of.”

“What do you mean, sort of?” Jen was getting nervous.

“In the community room.” She said. “In the sorority house.” She looked a Jen. “Over the fireplace there is a motto. When it comes to winning, it’s not how, it’s how much.”

“Well, that’s going to be pretty weak in court.” Jen said.

“Well, all of us getting kicked if you don’t show up with those tokens will be a bit of a problem too.” Mousy offered. She jammed the brakes and turned into the apartment complex. She came to a stop in front of 2840.

Jen started to object but mousy raised a hand. “Just fucking go, will you.”

When Jen reached apartment D, she had no idea who would greet her, but she rang the buzzer. When the door parted, she found herself with her mouth wide open, unable to speak. “Jen.” The woman said. “How nice of you to stop by.”

“Ms. Ms. Crandall.” Jen stammered.

“Please, let’s use Anna, shall we.” She said.

Jen was still shocked to find her favorite person at the university, Anna Crandell, women’s athletic director, standing in the doorway. Anna took her hand and guided her inside so she could close and lock the door. Without warning, Anna wrapped her arms around Jen’s neck and pulled her up close. She kissed her aggressively. “After all, you are here to earn a token, right?”

Jen just nodded. Anna was a 36-year-old former Olympic silver medalist high jumper. She was a 6-foot 3-inch collection of wiry muscles. She was attractive, yes, but her uniqueness was in her physical presence. She was the perfect example of the masculine female. And she was black.

Anna pointed down a hallway. “Last door on the right.” She leaned in and let her lips brush Jen’s. She whispered. “You go get comfortable on my bed and I will be right along.” She turned Jen, passing a hand over her ass as she pointed her down the hall.

Jen entered a not so roomy bedroom. Well, compared to Margret’s. She untied the robe and slipped it off. She tossed it on a chair and crawled onto the bed. Waited. But not for too long. The door opened and when Anna entered, the immediate aroma of pot filled the air. She was taking a huge draw as she leaned over the bed offering a joint to Jen. Jen knew she had a long night in front of her, so she took a hit and passed it back. Anna reached for an ashtray on the nightstand, took one more hit and crushed out the roach.

Anna looked at Jen. She was wearing silk lounging pajamas. “My, my.” Anna said. “Why don’t you scoot down a little?” Jen did. “A little more?” Anna said. Jen did.

She never took her eyes off of Jen as she unbuttoned her top. Slowly she slipped it off. Then, she thumbed her bottoms and they slid away from such a sleek frame. As Jen watched, Anna picked up a small tube from the nightstand. It looked like lipstick as she pulled the top off. “You like raspberry?”

Jen offered a blank stare. “No matter.” Anna crawled onto the bed and crossed a leg over Jen. She lowered the tube and began to rub it along her labia.

She made a couple of circles around and over her clitoris. Then as Jen watched, she eased the tube into her vagina. She used a finger to press it deep inside. Then, she smiled and cupped a hand between her legs as the disappearing tube slipped free. She smiled at Jen.

“There have been a few nights when I would masturbate while thinking of you.” Anna eased one knee forward and then the other until she was across Jen’s middle. She ran her fingers over Jen’s breasts. “So small.” Anna whispered. She leaned forward and kissed one nipple and then the other. “I do love tiny breasts.” She slid a knee forward once more. It pressed Jen’s shoulder onto the bed. Then her other knee. Jen could not move but she was not sure she wanted to.

Anna ran a finger under Jen’s chin. She lifted, looking down at her. “I’m going to put my cunt on your mouth.” Jen would have nodded if Anna were not holding her face that firmly. She eased forward a little more. “I don’t care if you enjoy it this way.” She ran her hands between her legs and used her index fingers to open her sex. Anna’s complexion was quite dark. The contrast of the pink inner lining of her labia was striking. Jen raised her head. She wanted to lick it. To taste it.

Anna pressed a finger to her forehead, preventing her. “Soon enough, love,” She whispered. “Nice to see you are an eager one.” One more slight move forward and Anna’s pussy settled onto Jen with an unexpected force. Anna worked short strokes up and back over Jen’s mouth. Jen was feeling her entire weight as Anna began to fuck her mouth.

“Oh. Umm. Um. Yes. Use that tongue, girl.” Anna was working faster. Sliding farther. Jen tried to keep her tongue inside of Anna, but she was dragging her sex over Jen’s mouth so fast.

“I knew you would be good.” Anna whispered. “Oh, umm God, fuck yes.” Anna whined. She grabbed a hand full of Jen’s hair and worked her pussy soaking Jen’s face with her precum. When Anna stiffened, straightened her back, grunted, Jen knew her climax was coming. She latched into Anna’s clitoris and sucked on it.

A string of obscenities arrived along with Anna’s orgasm. Her knees closed against the sides of Jen’s head, and she held her captive as she oozed copious amounts of cum over her lover’s face. Jen could only lay there as Anna rode what seemed like a never-ending climax.

Eventually, Anna scooted back a little and used the edge of the sheet to wipe off Jen’s face. She surprised Jen when she leaned down and ran her tongue over Jen’s lips. “You know what my very favorite thing is?” Jen shook her head. “Having a gorgeous little white girl pinned under me letting me fuck her face.”

“Well, I’m glad I could make your day.” Jen offered.

Anna chuckled as she drew her leg off of Jen and slid to the side if the bed. “Go wash off.” She said without looking back.

Jen did as she was told and when she returned, Anna was still on the side of the bed nude. “Come here.” Jen came to her and moved between now opened legs. Anna kissed her stomach, and her hand found Jen’s pussy. “My God, you are dripping.” Anna said. “I don’t know how you ever going to make the rest of your stops?” she slipped a token into the pouch. “Good luck.”

She walked Jen to the door. A final kiss from Anna and then she said. “Any chance you’re looking for a strong black woman to abuse you from time to time?”

Jen smiled. “I guess I’ll have to think about that.”

“You do that.” Anna said.

Token Number 3:

Back in the parking lot, Jen looked around as she pulled her list out. Number three was. “Aw fuck.” Jen said and looked around. No one was about. She started to walk out to the street and looked at the list again. All it said was, “Go to the curb and wait.”

Jen looked both ways. Nothing stirring. She had waited ten minutes and was about to go back to Anna’s place to borrow the phone when headlights turned the corner and headed her direction. It was an excessively big car, possibly a limo. It stopped in front of her. The driver door opened and someone in a black uniform and cap got out. When they were in front of her, Jen could see the driver was a woman. “This way, please.” She moved to the rear door and opened it. Jen looked inside. She did not recognize the woman in the back seat. She was maybe forty, reasonably good looking and she seemed slim but her actual figure was hard to tell as she sat there.

“Are you going you get in?” The voice sounded like that was not really a question. Jen got in, the door closed, the driver slid behind the wheel, and they were off. Simple as that, nothing else said. “I am Candice Hawthorn.” She offered. She was unbuttoning her blouse. “I’m not necessarily into girls.” She said as she slipped her top off, letting it settle behind her.

She patted the seat beside her. “Come here.” Again, it did not sound like an option. Jen scooted over close to the woman. Up close, in better light, she was actually quite pretty.”

She began pulling her skirt up. Her legs were bare. “I just can’t pass up a free visit from one of our lovely Alpha Pi girls. God knows I served my share some years ago.” She twisted in the seat and drew her leg up. Her other leg snaked out toward the back of the front seat.

Jen looked at her.

“Are you confused dear?” She asked. Then she added, “You just pull the crotch to the side, honey.”

Jen reached out and touched the crotch of the silk panties. They were moist. “Yes dear, I get easily excited thinking about one of your sorority girls in the back of my limo.”

Jen shrugged and slid her fingers inside and pulled them out of the way. She was surprised to see a trimmed, rather attractive pussy. Adjusting her position, she eased back and lay forward. She pressed her mouth to the woman’s sex, and she immediately moaned. “Good news for you, sweetie, I never take very long.”

But it was not as quick as Jen expected. The woman humped herself on Jen’s tongue for a long fifteen minutes before she started gushing. But just as this encounter started, it ended, very matter-of-factly. “Nicely done, love. Straighten yourself up.” She tapped on the privacy glass. When it lowered, the driver’s hand offered token number three. Jen took it and slipped it in her purse. The woman was smiling. “Oh, how I do remember those days. Fucking loved them.”

Ten minutes later the limo stopped, and the woman’s door opened. She looked at Jen. “This is my home. I will leave you here.” She worked her way out and looked back inside. “Brea here will take you to your next stop. Just give her the address.”

“Thank you.” Jen said.

“Yes, thank you indeed.” The woman replied.

Token Number 4:

The limo sped off and after a couple of minutes the privacy window lowered, and the driver was now capless and displaying a crop of long blonde hair. “You have address for me?”

Jen had almost forgotten. She looked at the paper, a bit surprised again. “All it says is Blake Park.”

“That’s it?” the girl asked.

“That’s all it says.” Jen replied.

“Well, it’s not far, Lets go see what we find.” Jen just nodded. Soon the privacy window went back up.

It was not long before Jen sensed the car pulling over, stopping. The driver door opened. A few minutes passed before the front door closed and the rear door opened. Brea stood there grinning and completely naked. “May I?” She asked as she began crawling into the back seat. She was gorgeous, absolutely beautiful. She smiled at Jen. “You may not believe this, but my boss is a wonderful woman. She is also a very generous woman. Yes, she loves girls, but she is always willing to share them with me.” Brea kissed Jen. “And I do so love girls as well” She took Jen’s arm and pulled her close. She offered Jen her mouth and Jen all but devoured her. “That’s more like it.” Brea whispered.

“Yea, look.” Jen said. Any other time, I would be thrilled but I’m never going to get through with my list tonight.”

“You sure?” Brea asked. When Jen looked at her, she was grinning and holding up a token.

“You cunt.” Jen said.

Brea smiled. She looked down. “Right here.” Jen was looking at a real beauty in nearly the same position as her boss had been just minutes before. Jen eased her hands under Brea’s legs, just behind her knees. She kissed the girl’s inner thigh. First on side then the other. Working her way ever lower. Jen sensed the first whiff of Brea’s sex. She let her nose slide along Brea’s labia. Brea heard Jen breath in deeply, learning her fragrance.

“You like the smell of a woman?” Brea asked.

“Always have.” Jen whispered. She had no idea why she was revealing such an inner secret to a stranger.

A gentle pressure on the back of Jen’s head was urging her to go farther, to get closer. Her nose pressed against Brea’s cunt. More pressure caused her nose to actually enter her vagina. Brea was patting her head now. “Breath deeply, sweetie.” Jen did.

Brea slowly started to work her ass up and down. Short movements, just working Jen’s nose along the folds of her labia. “Use your mouth, love.” Brea whispered. “Yes, my you are wonderful.” Jen now had her mouth firmly encasing Brea’s sex. Her tongue was stroking along her labia and darting into her vagina on each pass.

Brea was offering up her juices in growing quantity each time Jen’s tongue lapped at her. Those fluids were seeping out and down Brea’s but crack. Jen chased after every drop as Brea began to whimper.

Jen had her legs pushed back as far as to make Brea’s ass accessible to Jen’s tongue and she licked over her anus, not allowing a single drop of cum to escape. Brea started to squirt without warning. Jen stabbed her tongue into Brea’s anus and Brea’s own hand started rubbing her clitoris and she squirted into the air.

When the orgasm had passed, Brea had to push Jen away. She sat up and ran her hand over Jen’s hair who was still laying on the seat beside her. Brea folded the token into Jen’s hand and slid out of the car. The closing door stirred Jen to set up and straighten herself. She found a cloth and sanitizer in a small pouch on the back of one of the seats. She did the best she could.

The car started, began moving and then the privacy window lowered. “Another address, love?”

Jen fumbled with the paper. “McCreary Road, 28762.” Jen paused. “That seems far way.”

“Well, lets find out, shall we?” Brea said, and the car accelerated off into the darkness.

Token Number 5:

It did not take as long as Jen had first imagined when the limo came to a stop in a large circle drive. Brea opened the door for Jen, and she slid out onto a cobblestone driveway. Brea grinned. She tilted her head and said, “Nice place.” Jen looked up at a four-story mansion that seemed to block out the skyline.

“Thanks for, you know, driving me.” Jen said.

“Yea, well, thanks for, you know.” Brea replied. Jen didn’t move until the limo was completely out of sight. Only then did she turn toward the house. The front entry was open. A light shined from within. The silhouette of a woman in a see-through negligee was in the doorway.

Jen walked up to the door and the woman stepped back to allow her to enter. She was dark complected, a golden, copper skin tone. She appeared to be Latina. He black hair was braided and twisted into a tight bun at the back of her head. She was a strikingly beautiful woman who was well shy of forty.

When she spoke, it was with a thick accent. “I am Sofia.” She offered Jen her hand. It was soft, delicate, with slender fingers. Ms. Crawford was truly kind in offering me the use of her home while they are away. I am from Barcelona, here to dance with the ballet company.

Jen had not spoken until now. She was clearly mesmerized by Sofia’s beauty. “It’s very nice to meet you.” Jen offered.

But Sofia had already moved on, literally. She had moved to a staircase and was motioning up. “If you would please, to follow with me?” Sofia said.

Jen nodded and hurried to catch up with a very spry Sofia. At the top of the stairs, Sofia motioned again, “Just to here.” She said and moved on to a set of double doors. She waited for Jen to catch up, standing there with a hand on each doorknob. She opened them and stood aside directing Jen to enter. It was an enormous bedroom.

There, in the center of a king bed was the most beautiful, petite, exotic looking girl Jen had ever seen. Her hair, coal black, shinning, reached down past her waist. Her eyes were dark, and they sparkled. She wore only a small black tee shirt, cropped at midriff.

“This is Lea.” Sofia offered. “She is my personal assistant. She travels with me always.” Sofia came to Jen, and without anything further, she untied the robe and pushed it off her shoulders. She turned to look at Lea. “Yes?”

“Si. Bueno.” Lea said.

Sofia looked back to Jen. “You will pleasure my Lea, yes?” When Jen hesitated only for a moment and certainly not because she was going to decline. “I have the token?” Sofia said. “It is the token you wish?”

Jen smiled as she moved past Sofia. “Yes.” Jen smiled at Lea, laying there looking incredibly delicious. “I want the token.” She placed a knee onto the bed as she heard the door close. She looked to see Sofia move a chair close to the bed.

“I do not leave her.” Sofia offered. “Never.” Sofia settled into the chair. “You will give her the orgasm, yes?”

Jen nodded. She looked down at the girl. She had the look of wanton and seemed to be needing that orgasm as soon as possible. “Well, that would be my intention.”

Jen placed her hands either side of Lea and lowered her lips to brush over Lea’s. The girl all but jumped to reach Jen’s mouth. Her mouth was wet, cool, and tasted sweet. Jen’s tongue traced over her lips. Lea’s eyes closed. She kissed her softly, gently. Lea seemed so delicate that Jen feared the least but of pressure might break her.

Her skin was cool. Complexion perfect. Jen kissed a line over her cheek, along her jaw, her chin, back to that mouth, so inviting. So eager. Even needy.

“No espere.” Lea said. “Por favor.”

Jen, still loving that mouth whispered. “I don’t understand.” She slipped her tongue into Lea’s mouth. She went searching for what, she didn’t know but the girl moaned and squirmed beneath her. “I think you are in a hurry.” Jen added.

She heard Sofia reply in a soft voice. “Then you do understand.” She said. “But perhaps my love should wait just a little longer?”

Jen licked the length of Lea’s neck and said. “My pleasure, Ms. Sofia.”

As much as Jen hated to depart that wonderful mouth, she spent the next minutes kissing every single rib, every inch of her breasts, her navel. She suckled those tiny buds. Nipples as sweet as maple syrup. Every time her lips touched the girl’s body she would gasp or groan or whimper. She was writhing on the bed, silently begging for release.

Jen was torn between giving this girl what she wanted, needed, and with making this treasure hunt last as long as possible. She slid her hands under Lea’s legs and pulled them up. She gently eased them apart. Lea was realizing her agony might be ending. This girl, this stranger was exposing her. The cool air on her sex was arousing her even more. Jen kissed her abdomen. Her skin was cool, but the heat emitted from her sex was filling the room. And she had a growing aroma. The smell of moisture that only sexual tension can produce.

When her tongue flicked across the tiny pearl that was her clitoris, Lea jerked her legs up and a string of Spanish that came forth that Jen could only assume was pleadings. Jen flicked at it again and she was sure she heard weeping. She raised her head slightly. The girl’s pussy was as petite and delicate as she had ever encountered. Her mouth eased forward. She opened and then encased that wonderful sex. She sucked down and Lea squirmed. Her tongue starte3d long passes along her labia. Lea’s ass lifted and Jen tasted the first of her cum.

Sofia said something in Spanish and the girl immediately grabbed her legs and pulled them up to her chest. Jen stabbed her tongue deep into Lea. She writhed, humped. Pleaded. Her head rolled. She was soaking the bed sheets. It was past time. Jen moved quickly to that pink pearl. Her mouth sucked it in, her lips captured it. Lea cried. Lea came. Lea panted, gasped, her ass began to jerk up and down wildly.

When Jen finally released her clitoris, it was to Lea’s protests, but Jen went right to all of the nectar seeping from her and began to collect it one tongue pass at a time.

She licked the girl until she had left a slick, neatly polished pussy.

Token Number 6:

“You will come to here?” Jen raised her head to see Sofia patting the mattress next to Lea. Jen eased her way up beside Kea.

She looked at Sofia. “Okay?” Jen laid there on her back.

“You will kiss her more?” Sofia asked. “My love craves the kissing.”

Jen slipped an arm around Lea and rolled her onto her side. She brought their lips together. Lea was still eager. The pressure Jen felt on the bed was followed with her legs being moved apart. But then, Sofia leaned down and kissed Jens’ sex.

Jen was in a daze. She had been up all night. Pleasured numerous women. And now, a ballerina was between her legs, and she was kissing the neediest little morsel she had ever known. The only regret for Jen was that she was so horny, she was about to cum at any second. The one time she wanted it to last all day. With her tongue exploring Lea’s mouth, Sofia sucking her clit, her mind abandoning her, she came. She did not dare grip either of them. Both seemed as fragile as crystal. So, she lay there. Wave after wave crashed over her. She exuded copious amounts of fluid. She grunted into the girl’s mouth.

After a few minutes. Jen opened her eyes to see Sofia and Lea standing beside the bed. Sofia in her negligée, Lea as naked as when Jen first saw her. “I fear you need to go, yes?” Sofia asked.

Jen went to the bathroom washed off as best she could, found her robe and the three went downstairs.

At the door, Lea held out her hand, she was holding a token. Then to Jen’s surprise, Sofia also offered a token. Jen accepted them both and placed them into her pouch. “They shall be my favorites.”

“I took the liberty of calling the number they gave me.” Sofia said.

“The number who gave you?” Jen asked.

“The girl from the Game Day, the sorority,” Sofia replied. “They sent a car for you.”

Jen looked out the front door. She saw the Mini Cooper as it sat idling. She saw something else. It was getting light. The sun was about to break over the horizon.

Jen opened the rear door and slid in. The car was moving before she had the door closed. “What am I missing here?” Jen asked.

“Giving me an address?” The Mousy haired girl was back.

“Fuck.” Jen whispered. She fished the paper out of her pocket.

“No need to get stressed out now.” Mousy said.

Jen looked at her watch. “Yea,” Mousy said. “It’s after six. You going to tell me where the fuck I’m going?”

The next address was “The administration building.” Jen said. What she did not say was that it was Dean Anderson’s office. Girl’s counselor. “This just keeps getting worse.” Jen muttered.

“Hey, I’ve been up all night too ya know.” Mousy added.

“Yes,” Jen said. “Exactly the same thing.”

Token Number 7:

When the Mini sped away, Jen looked at the admen building. It was dark. It looked empty and abandoned. No one came to work at this ungodly hour. Then she realized. This was Sunday. No one came to work at all. She went up the stairs and tried the door. It was unlocked. Inside, every step echoed through the empty halls as if she were wearing combat boots. She found Karen Anderson’s office easy enough. The door was ajar. She looked in. “Jen, I’ve been expecting you.” Jen looked through the outer foyer to where Karen sat behind her desk in her office. Please. Come in.”

Karen was thirty-eight. She was a known lesbian who had come out in high school before it was acceptable. Please, lock the door.” She said. She stood up and held out a hand to Jen. Jen walked around the desk the stand before the dean. “You are running late.” She said. “I would not want to be responsible for causing you to fail.” She paused then placed the token on the desk.

She turned to face her desk, unbuckled her belt, and pushed her slacked down to her knees. As she eased forward, she placed her forearms on the desktop and let them cradle her head. She waited. “Have you not served a woman in this way?” She asked.

Jen moved the chair out of the way and knelt behind Karen. Her ass was lovely. Her legs smooth, and she was shaven, even groomed between pussy and anus. Jen leaned forward and ran her tongue along Karen’s labia. She had thick, puffy folds. The smell of sex was on her. She tasted pungent, earthy.

Karen eased her feet apart. “You can taste me there if you wish, but before you leave, you will attend to me anally. It’s what I prefer.”

Jen lifted her head and hesitantly kissed her rosebud. “Ah, you have found it my dear. My weakness.” She eased her ass up and down slowly. “There is more for you to learn.” Karen whispered. “Find your way in.”