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By Max (max_greymore@hotmail.com)


This story occurred the year after a serious hazing accident in New England, but before the rules had gotten so very strict about initiations. I was a freshman at a Midwestern University, and I had just undergone what was to be one of the most trying and at the same time most rewarding experiences of my life. It began shortly after I registered at the university and I received an invitation to participate in fraternity rush.

One of my friends John, who graduated a year ahead of me from high school, had joined a fraternity, so I went to him for advice. He was honest with me and explained the advantages and disadvantages as he saw them. He explained that the fraternity system required extra time and money but that, if I chose correctly might help me a great deal.

His fraternity was for engineering students, they provided him with guidance to develop good study habits, as well as help with difficult courses from frat brothers who had finished the course. They had copies of old tests from some professors so that he could see what kinds of questions were likely to be on the test and what he needed to study for.

Since I had never been challenged in high school and had gotten good grades without developing good study habits, I decided that this might be of benefit for me. I decided to attend rush week. I attended parties at six frat houses and noticed that some of the rules had changed. John mentioned that his rush parties had been beer busts. The parties were now dry. I knew about the kid in Boston who had died of alcohol poisoning the previous year so I understood why.

I was told that the inter-fraternity committee was trying to clean up the Greek image. One of the active members mentioned to me that the physical harassment and mass alcohol consumption was out now, but that there would still be some initiations and they did have some ideas for fun which would not violate the new rules. He hinted that while at first it would seem tame, there would be some great parties later after the heat was off.

I put in my preferences and was bid at my first choice. I was very pleased since I had really liked this house. I moved into the house and began to adjust to college life. I had attended classes and was beginning to appreciate the study hall rules and see the value of my decision.

Then came Hell Week. One Saturday morning before dawn I was awakened by an active member. I and my fellow pledges were taken to a large basement room. Here we were told that the house wanted to be sure that we valued our membership. We would be asked to participate in some activities designed to test our desire to be members.

One week from tomorrow the actives would vote on who would be offered membership. Our actions over the next week would determine if our names were listed or removed from the member’s log. Just one active could black ball us for any perceived lack of enthusiasm. Our first challenge each morning would be the physical training program.

We were given sleeveless t-shirts and boxer shorts to wear and told to put them on, get some running shoes and report to the front of the building. As I moved to the stairs in order to get my shoes several actives began yelling at me to hurry up and get outside. I panicked and ran to my room where another active was waiting. When I tried to put on the boxers and T-shirt he stood beside me and screamed to get dressed and get a move on. I quickly slipped into the boxers which were several sizes too large crammed my feet into a pair of sneakers and ran down the stairs holding my boxers up with one hand.

We were organized into a group and made to run down fraternity row to a park which bordered on sorority hill. In the center of the park there was a large soccer field surrounded by bushes; this was to be our exercise area. All the way actives lined the street jeering at us to run faster. There we met with a similar group from our sister sorority. We formed into two lines, one of each sex and turned to face our exercise partner.

Across from me stood the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. She was dressed like me in men’s boxer shorts and sleeveless t-shirt. I could see her nipples standing erect under her shirt in the cool morning air. On closer inspection I could see the dark circles of her areola, and even a slightly darker area where her blond pubic hair was just visible through the white cloth of her shorts. She was tall, slender, and had green eyes above her cute dimpled cheeks. She too was holding up her shorts with one hand.

Then the exercises began. First we did push ups. An active walked between the rows criticizing our stile and requiring us to keep our heads up. Looking across the row I saw my female counterpart straining to keep up. Her overly large t-shirt bagged down in front revealing beautiful breasts through the open neck. I struggled not only to keep up with the push ups but to control my building erection. I didn’t want to embarrass myself in front of this wondrous female. Beside, I was sure that getting a woody might make it very difficult to do push ups.

Next we were told to do jumping jacks. I panicked again. There was no way I could do any jumping jacks without the oversize shorts sliding down to my ankles. The actives began to yell again and threaten black balling. The pledge to my left began to exercise and so I did as well. Catcalls broke out from the actives surrounding the exercisers.

Looking around me I found that almost every pledge had lost his or her shorts. None had been allowed to wear undergarments. Across from me a vision of loveliness was naked from the waist down. Her active shouted in her ear to keep exercising and she did. I could see he slit opening and closing as she moved. Her clit protruded trough the blond pubic hair. I lost my battle with my manhood and sprang into full woody. I almost tripped over my shorts while trying continuing the exercise. The man to my left went down with a heavy thud and a grunt. We were told to stop exercising and left to stand looking across the row.

My vision looked at my erection then brought her gaze up to my face and looked me in the eye while treating me to a cover girl smile. She pointedly kept her eyes up as if trying to be courteous. I tried less successfully to keep my eyes elevated but found myself glancing down at her body, unable to resist looking at her beauty. She smiled again. The active who stood between the rows yelled at us, "Alright you maggots stop exposing yourselves and get ready to do some situps. Ladies on your backs, men hold the ankles.

"We all pulled up our shorts and the women lay down on their backs with their legs bent and the men moved to take their ankles. As I knelt over my partner and grasped her ankles she smiled and said, "Hi I’m Sarah."

I returned her smile and said, "Hi I’m Steve." The leader commanded us to begin exercising and Sarah began to do her sit-ups. Looking down I saw that her boxers would gap open at the legs each time she came up. I had a close up view of her genitals with each sit-up. I moved my head to the side trying to be polite but was immediately accosted by an active who warned me that I had better keep my eyes to the front. We were then told to change places. I lay on my back with my shorts tented up in front.

Sarah knelt over me and looked down on me as I exercised. Thoughts of giving up avoiding more embarrassment disappeared, replaced by a desire to do what ever it took just to be near Sarah. We were called back to our feet and each line separated for the run back to their respective houses. Once back we were told that we could adjust our exercise uniform for tomorrow’s run. Also we were informed that tonight would be the first social of the year, and we were expected to attend.

Back at the frat house I put a crude draw string into my boxer shorts hoping to avoid a repetition of today’s embarrassment. I thought seriously about how much I wanted to be in the house and decided to continue for two reasons. One, I wanted to continue seeing Sarah and this seemed to be the best way. Two, I knew that the organized study program would be good for me, and I didn’t want to lose it. I did some laundry and then went down for lunch.

The guys were ribbing me about my ogling Sarah. One of the actives, Ben, who was sitting near my table leaned back and said, "Don’t let it bother you, they’re jealous, she’s quite a looker. If you don’t hit it off with her, introduce me to her. I’d like a shot at getting to know someone like that. Oh, and by the way she seemed quite taken with your equipment. Good luck."

After lunch I went down to the study hall and signed in. I had some time to put in and needed to go over my Chemistry better. At dinner I just smiled when some of the pledges started in about Sarah again. I then went up to my room to get ready for the social. After getting dressed in slacks and sports jacket I went down to the common room.

Some of the guys were starting to gather and an active recruited us to help decorate. We had just finished putting up some ribbons and lights when the girls arrived. I waited in the background until I saw Sarah then came forward and said "hi." She turned and saw me, then broke into a smile that could have been the power source for a major city. The whole room seemed to light up.

We moved to some chairs at the side of the room and began to get to know each other. We discussed the morning’s events and she confessed that she had briefly reconsidered her pledging to her house. But like me had decided to hang in and keep trying. We exchanged information about our classes and families. I soon found myself sitting closer to her and was pleased when she reached out and took my hand. The music started and I asked her to dance. It was a slow song so she moved into my arms then placed her head on my shoulder.

Initially I had one hand on her hip and held her hand with the other. After a time we moved closer together and I dropped both hands to hold her while she placed both of her hands behind my neck. We swayed together to the music and I felt her caressing the back of my neck. I nuzzled her cheek and kissed her softly on the neck. The song ended and we stood together looking each other in the eyes. I never wanted that moment to end. The music started again and as we began to dance she looked up at me as if expecting something. She raised her lips and I kissed her.

Ben came by and said, "Whoa you two, you’re supposed to be getting to know everyone. Let me cut in so you can circulate a little then you can reclaim her latter." I danced with several other pledges and a few actives from our sister house. I kept my eye on Sarah who was being passed from one brother to another and never lacked for a partner.

They called for a break and played a silly game that involved having the name of a celebrity stuck to your back; you then had to ask others yes or no questions and try to determine who your character was. I moved around the room and after a few good questions made a lucky guess that my character was Rambo. Sarah was lady Godiva and she had some trouble figuring it out. But eventually she got it right. The music started again and I made a beeline for Sarah getting there just before about six other guys.

We again moved in close and whispered to each other about how hard it had been waiting to dance with each other again. We stayed together despite efforts of others to cut in, for the next three songs. Then another break was called and balloons were brought out. Sarah groaned, "Not another game."

I nodded in agreement. The rules were explained. Each couple was to place a balloon between their knees and with out using hands try to work it upward until it was between their chests. They would then squeeze each other with the winner being the couple who broke their balloon first. I thought to myself that just maybe this might not be such a bad game after all.

We were able to work the balloon almost high enough to break before I heard a popping sound from across the room. If I hadn’t been so distracted by rubbing myself against Sarah we might have won. I asked her if she needed a break from dancing and she nodded. We moved onto the terrace and sat on the stone railing facing the double doors. It was beginning to cool off so I had an excuse to move in close and place my arm around her. Soon we were kissing passionately.

The evening ended when the lights came up in the common room and everyone began saying their goodbyes. I walked Sarah back to her house and kissed her goodnight. One of her actives broke us up scolding her for hogging all the good looking guys. On my walk back my feet scarcely touched the pavement. On my entry into the house I was greeted by cat calls and asked if I had gotten lucky by at least five guys. I blushed and moved upstairs to get ready for bed.

The next morning I was awakened once again before dawn and made to dress in my t-shirt and boxers. We jogged to the park and met up with the female exercise group. I tried to line up across from Sarah again but couldn’t work it out. Too many other guys crowded into that spot and we had to move quickly when the instructor began yelling about how we must be idiots who couldn’t even form a line. I ended up three guys down from Sarah who gave me a sympathetic look.

Exercise proceeded in the same fashion as the previous day but without any dropped boxers. When we did our sit-ups I once again was presented with the sight of my partner’s exposed genitals peeking out from the open gap of her lose boxers. She was a lovely redhead named Rose, who would have normally been a likely prospect for a date, but my thought were on Sarah and I couldn’t help but wonder if her exercise partner was getting an eye full as well. I glanced in her direction and confirmed that, based on the tent in his boxers, indeed he was being treated to a view of her open slit.

We returned to the house and given time to shower and change before church services. I found myself walking down the street with Ben headed toward the Methodist church. I usually went Baptist but knew from the social that Sarah planed to attend the Methodist. Ben congratulated me on my finding such a hot chic so quickly. He suggested that I consider slowing things down a little because the house had no provisions for married couples. I blushed again, and tried to tell him not to worry, but then realized that he knew my heart better than I. I was indeed in Love.

At church Sarah’s sisters had already filled a pew and I was forced to sit with the guys. The service seemed long and boring. The sermon was something about helping the less fortunate and giving to the mission in Africa. When the service ended I tried to reach Sarah so we could walk back together but her sisters herded her out the door and she was a block away before I could shake the minister’s hand and get out the door myself.

When I arrived back at the house I called to see if Sarah wanted to go to lunch with me. I was informed that she had already left for town with some of her sisters. I ended up shooting some pool in the basement with Ben and some of the other actives. It was evening before Sarah returned my call, and by then too late to get together. We talked until someone kicked her off the phone then I went to bed.

The early mornings and long day yesterday had worn me out. Even though tired I still had trouble falling asleep because of the visions of me dancing with Sarah which continued to fill my head.

The next morning I was unable to even get close to Sarah as there seemed to be a conspiracy among the instructors to keep us apart. I showered and dressed then hurried of to class. After classes I logged into study hall and finished my preparation for tomorrow’s classes. There was to be another social that evening so I was looking forward to seeing Sarah after dinner. When the sisters finally arrived I was almost panicked because I couldn’t see her at first. When she finally came in I rushed over and said "hi." She moved in close and kissed me quickly, then parted as an active began to explain the event.

This would be the beginning of our preparation for the big intramural games competition. Each of us would decide which games we wanted to participate in and form teams. Team coaches began rotating to the front of the room to explain why their event was the best in an effort to recruit players. Sign up sheets were posted around the room. Sarah and I decided to try to be on the same teams even if it meant going out for sports we didn’t normally get involved in. I stayed away from the football sign up which would have been my first choice normally because Sarah didn’t want to try out for it.

Instead we signed up for co-ed volleyball, group competition twister (what ever that was) and something called round robin competition chairs, because it was the last open co-ed event by the time we got there. I was encouraged by some actives to sign up for some track events so I checked them out. I had sprinted and thrown the discus in high school but the shortest run was a 400 meter and they only had the shot-put.

I signed up for those as the closest events to what I had already done. Ben asked me what I had signed up for and I told him. He approved of the track, but looked at me questioningly when I told him of the volleyball, twister and competition chairs. He seemed to be about to say something when I told him that Sarah and I wanted to be on the same teams. He then looked at me with understanding and just nodded. There was a volleyball match between our paired houses and four other paired houses the following evening. The twister match was later that night and the chairs were scheduled for Thursday evening. On Friday a huge dance for Greeks only would be held. This worked well since Wednesday was the track meet.

The twister coach called for his team and six of us moved over to see what he had to say. He told us that competition to keep things fair would be in our exercise uniforms. I didn’t understand why this should be so I asked why. He said that in order to make it fair we should have the same uniforms as the others. I still didn’t understand but let it slide. We were to meet in the common room of one of the fraternities across the street in a half hour. Everyone broke up to go after their uniforms.

We met at the appointed time and the coach began to discuss strategy. I wondered how there could be strategy for twister but listened closely anyway. He wanted us to lose our first match because it would distract the other teams. He said that since there were four matches then the finals and only the finals counted for a victory all we needed to do was not be eliminated before the finals. He said that "This always works so just do it." Then he said, "Remember boxers first."

I was totally confused at this point. Sarah and I paired up and moved to our first match. The colored dot mats ware spread around the room, with ours in one corner. All along the walls were chairs with spectators watching. I wondered why the big turn out to watch twister. We were greeted by a referee who introduced the couple we were to play against. I had just put my hand on a red dot when Sarah sort of lost her balance and dropped one knee. She stepped off the mat and then looked at me expectantly. I dutifully dropped down on one knee after the next color call. The referee turned to us and said, "Your choice, drop one garment."

Looking around the room I could see losers removing shoes. I caught the coach’s eye and he yelled "boxers." I turned to Sarah and she looked back with a startled expression, and said, "Strip twister." It all made sense now. I understood why Ben had given me the strange look and why we had been given the strange strategy. Sarah dropped her boxers and looked around the room as she blushed bright red. I followed her lead and even imitated the blush.

During our next match the male competitor was indeed distracted. He kept trying to move to where he could get a better view of Sarah and dropped out quickly. The woman soon followed when she lost he balance while trying to avoid putting her face into my crotch in order to reach her color. They each removed their socks following the match. In the third round, our male opponent maneuvered behind Sarah who was down on hands and feet so that he could reach between her legs to get the next color. He was successful and managed to brush along her genitals with his hand and forearm.

I could see a streak of moisture from his wrist to elbow. Sarah gave him a dirty look but didn’t protest. When the next color was called I trod on his hand and was warned by the ref. He finally fell because he had reached so far under Sarah in order to get his color that he was off balance. His team-mate followed him out on the next color call because Sarah got to the dot first and she had nowhere to reach.

This was the first loss for these opponents so they each removed their shoes. In our last match before the finals our female opponent was distracted by finding my erection bobbing in her face after the third color and didn’t even reach for her dot until the ref called her out. The male made a valiant effort but finally went down when he couldn’t reach his color without losing his balance.

The finals consisted of teams which had won at least half their matches. Four teams remained. This would be double elimination. Against the first team we fought hard and eventually triumphed. Then we were matched against last years champion team. They had not lost a match yet this evening. We lost concentration and were in trouble. I was in an inverted position with one hand and foot on each color.

Sarah faced away from me bent at the waist to show me her beautiful slit. As I waited for the next color call I developed a woody which could have pounded nails. I had been half to medium hard since the first match but this was a splendid erection. Staring into the open vulva of a beautiful woman caused me to fantasize about getting lucky with her. I was lining my erection up with her opening and inching my way forward until our organs almost touched. It was all innocent in intent, I did not intend any physical contact, just wanted to make my fantasy as real as possible.

When the next color was called Sarah tried to reach behind her for her next dot. I had only to move a foot from one dot to another and was still stable. Suddenly Sarah lost her balance and flailing her arms fell backward upon me. My aim had been perfect and even though I had never intended to actually follow up on my fantasy it came true anyway. She landed sitting upright upon my lower abdomen. I felt a blinding pain as my erection was nearly bent in half, then I felt warmth surround me as I slid into her body.

I had been knocked onto the mat and Sarah now sat impaled upon my penis. She had a stunned look on her face and was making a sort of mewling noise. She tried to stand and fell back again pushing me even deeper into her vagina. Cat calls erupted from though out the room as the spectators began to point and nudge their neighbors. Sarah sat motionless for a moment as if tiring to sort out what had just happened to her. She turned to me and gave me a strange look then said, "I would have wanted it to be you anyway."