Sorority Sisters 2025, Act 2 – Book 1-4

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This story is purely fictitious and is for education and entertainment purposes only. All characters appearing in these works are fictitious. Any resemblance to real people, living or dead, is purely coincidental. All characters depicted are over the age of 18. You may distribute this chapter freely so long as it is unaltered, including author information.



Based on a true story. Names and locations have been changed to protect this innocent.



The pledges sat rigidly in their chairs, eyeing the camera crew and the sorority president with a mixture of nerves and anticipation. Heather, in stark contrast to their casual attire, looked at the picture of elegance in her tailored charcoal pantsuit, a gold Omega Epsilon Alpha pin glinting at her lapel. She paused before the four young women, a faint smile playing on her full lips as she allowed the moment to stretch, letting the tension build.

The cameras whirred softly, the bright lights illuminating the scene. The largest room of the sorority house was transformed into a makeshift film set, the usual frilly decorations and gossip filled chatter replaced by a palpable air of importance. Heather’s gaze flicked over each pledge, her brown eyes sharp and assessing. She held her head high, her long chestnut hair falling in glossy waves down her back.

“Pledges,” she began.

Heather’s voice was clear and commanding.

“Today marks a new chapter in your journey with Omega Epsilon Alpha.” She said.

Heather turned to the camera, her smile widening.

“We’re going to capture some special moments as our newest members take the first steps towards becoming full-fledged sisters.” Heather said.

The pledges shifted in their seats, a chorus of soft, anxious murmurs rippling through them. Heather let it hang for a moment, savoring her power, before turning back to address the group directly. The four pledges sitting before Heather were a diverse group, their youthful faces a mix of nervous excitement and apprehension.

Seated to the left was Lily, a petite brunette with warm, almond-shaped eyes and a smattering of freckles across her button nose. Her chestnut hair was pulled back in a messy bun, a few wispy tendrils framing her heart shaped face. She fidgeted with the hem of her baggy blue hoodie, the university logo stretched slightly out of shape. Lily’s faded jeans hugged her slender legs, and her Converse sneakers tapped quietly against the hardwood floor.

Next to Lily was Sophia, a tall, willowy blonde with striking ice-blue eyes. She carried herself with a certain poise, her honey-colored hair falling in loose waves past her shoulders. Sophia’s cream-colored hoodie bore the crest of the soccer team she captained. Her long, toned legs, showcased by her tight-fitting Levi’s, were crossed at the ankles. She met Heather’s gaze steadily, a flicker of determination in her gaze.

To Sophia’s right was Mia, a curvy brunette with deep, expressive brown eyes and full, naturally rosy lips. She had a warm, approachable face, softened by the wavy chestnut hair falling around her shoulders. Mia’s dark green hoodie was zipped up, and her black jeans hugged her hourglass figure. She sat slightly slumped in her seat. Her hands were clasped tightly in her lap.

The last pledge, sitting at the end, was Natasha. The statuesque redhead had a cascade of fiery curls tumbling past her shoulders, framing a sharp, Slavic beauty. She had high cheekbones, full lips, and striking green eyes. Her emerald eyes, flecked with gold, were wide with anticipation. Natasha’s crimson hoodie had the sleeves pushed up to her elbows, revealing a tattoo of a phoenix on her toned forearm. Her dark-wash jeans hugged her athletic legs, and she sat with her back straight, her shoulders squared. The four pledges presented a study in contrast, each bringing her own unique qualities to the sorority.

Heather turns to face the camera directly, a mischievous glint in her eye and a wicked smile playing across her lips as she leans in close.

“This ‘Pledge Drive’ package, the perfect indulgence for our most generous donors with…shall we say, refined tastes. For a substantial contribution to our scholarship fund, you’ll receive an intimate, personalized session featuring our gorgeous pledges putting their oral skills to good use. And to make it extra special, we’ve put their luscious hair up in ponytails for easier…handling during the process.” Heather said.

Behind Heather, the four pledges sit in stunned silence, their eyes wide with shock and disbelief at her bold statement. Lily’s face flushes a deep red, Sophia’s jaw drops slightly, Mia bites her lower lip nervously, and Natasha looks away, trying to hide her embarrassment. Their newly tied ponytails bounce slightly as they shift uncomfortably in their seats.

“Imagine having our precious pledges at your mercy, their ponytails wrapped around your fist as they service you with their pretty little mouths. It’s an experience like no other. So, what do you say, deep-pocketed donor? Ready to help support the next generation?” Heather said.

She winks salaciously at the camera before turning back to the shell-shocked pledges.

“And I must emphasize, these nubile young things are all fresh faced, 18-year-old college freshmen. They are our newest and most eager pledges. They may look innocent, but I am sure you can change that.” Heather said.

The four pledges squirm uncomfortably in their seats as Heather highlights their youth and inexperience. Lily’s face is flushed crimson, while Mia looks like she wants to disappear into her hoodie. Sophia, though tense, tries to maintain a shred of composure. Natasha, meanwhile, appears on the verge of tears, clearly overwhelmed by the explicit direction of this ‘pledge drive’.

“So, for a hefty donation, you can be the one to guide these budding young women in honing their… extracurricular skills. Give them a ‘hands-on’ orientation they’ll never forget. Think of it as an investment in their higher education… and your own personal pleasure,” Heather says with a dark chuckle.

Heather smiles at the camera, her eyes gleaming with wicked mischief as she reveals the price list.

“And now, for those of you with truly deep pockets and very specific tastes, allow me to introduce our premium ‘Pledge Package’ pricing tier. Starting at a quarter of a million dollars, you can indulge in the untouched, pristine mouths of our most innocent pledges. Their virgin lips and untrained tongues are a rare delicacy, waiting to be explored and educated by a generous donor like yourself.” Heather said.

She gestures to Lily, the shy brunette, her hands trembling slightly as she tries to maintain a neutral expression.

“Little Lily here, with her soft pink lips and that cute gap toothed smile, is a steal at the starting price. Her mouth has never known a man’s touch.” Heather said.

Heather moves on, trailing a finger along Mia’s jawline, making the nervous girl flinch.

“And Mia, with her full, pouty lips and that sweet little mole by her mouth, she’s an extra $50,000. Worth every penny for a taste of her pure, untainted oral charms.” Heather said.

Sophia, trying to project confidence, meets the camera’s gaze head-on. Heather chuckles. “Our little blonde bombshell Sophia, she’s $250k. That’s right, for a quarter mil, you can be the first to explore the depths of her throat with your throbbing cock.”

Finally, Heather cups Natasha’s chin, forcing the crying girl to look up.

“And Natasha, our baby, our sweet little Natasha. She’s a cool million. Her first time, her first everything, it’s all yours, for a price.”

Heather leans in close to the camera, her voice a seductive purr. The pledges sit frozen, faces flushed with humiliation and fear as Heather auctions off their innocence to the highest bidder. The camera pans out slowly, the tense, uncomfortable atmosphere palpable.

Heather stands beside Lily, gently patting the trembling girl’s head as she addresses the camera with a wicked smirk. Lily’s eyes dart nervously between Heather and the camera lens, her petite body rigid with tension and anxiety.

“Now, let me give you a closer look at our adorable little Lily,” Heather said.

Heather ran her fingers through the brunette’s silky locks.

“Aren’t you a precious thing? Just 18, with that cute button nose and those big, innocent eyes.” Heather said.

Lily swallows hard, her small hands clutching the armrests tightly. Heather leans down, gripping the girl’s chin and tilting her face towards the camera.

“Look at those soft, pink lips. Such a perfect little rosebud, just waiting to be plucked and savored.” Heather said.

She traces Lily’s lower lip with her thumb, making the girl shudder.

“Imagine being the one to pop this sweet cherry. To feel those untouched lips wrapped around your throbbing shaft as you claim her mouth… her first taste of a man.” Heather said.

Heather chuckles darkly, enjoying the obvious discomfort of the young pledge.

“Lily here is a shy little thing. But don’t worry, we’ll train her well. By the time we’re done, she’ll be eager and willing, desperate to please, or you could train her yourself?” Heather said.

She leans in close to Lily’s ear, whispering loudly enough for the camera to pick up. “Isn’t that right, pet? You’re going to be a good girl and do whatever the nice donors want, aren’t you?” Heather said.

Heather’s eyes glint with sadistic glee as she turns to Lily.

“Open your mouth, sweetness. Let our viewers get a good look at what’s in store for them.” Heather said.

Lily hesitates, a mix of fear and revulsion in her wide eyes. But under Heather’s stern gaze, she slowly parts her soft pink lips. Heather’s fingers press under the girl’s chin, pushing her mouth open wider.

“That’s it, a little more now. Don’t be shy, pet. Show them that pretty little throat.” Heather coaxes, even as Lily’s breathing grows more rapid and panicked.

The camera zooms in, filling the screen with an intimate view of Lily’s mouth and throat. Her small white teeth, her delicate pink tongue, and the tender, unblemished flesh of her gullet are all on lewd display. Heather uses her other hand to press down on Lily’s throat, feeling the delicate structure beneath the skin.

“See how tight and pristine this little neck is? Just imagine sliding your throbbing cock down that untouched passage, stretching her open… She’s never had a man’s thick shaft inside her. You could be her first.” Heather said.

Lily gags slightly, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes from the invasive examination. The depravity of the act is clear, but she remains obedient under Heather’s cruel manipulation. The camera lingers on her exposed mouth and throat, the lewd image sure to fuel many a dark fantasy.

As the camera zooms in for a closeup, the lens captures every intimate detail of Lily’s exposed mouth and throat. Her small, even white teeth glisten slightly, the front two slightly overlapping the bottom ones in a way that’s almost adorably imperfect. Directly behind them, her delicate pink tongue lies in wait, its surface smooth and untouched. The camera angle allows a glimpse of the tiny bumps on her tongue’s surface, proof of its pristine, untainted state. As Lily’s chest rises and falls with nervous breaths, the camera captures the subtle dance of her tongue’s tip as it brushes against the roof of her mouth.

Heather’s fingers pressing down on Lily’s chin force her mouth open wider, revealing the entrance to her throat. The delicate, pale pink flesh of her inner cheeks stretches taut, displaying the glistening, moisture-laden surfaces that await the invasion of a thick, pulsing shaft. Deeper still, the camera catches a glimpse of Lily’s uvula, the tiny, cone-shaped flesh that dangles like a miniature lure, beckoning the viewer’s gaze into the depths of her untouched throat. The light from the camera lens casts a glint off the saliva that pools in the back of her open mouth, the natural lubricant that could serve to ease the way for a fortunate donor’s girthy cock.

Beyond the uvula, the camera can just make out the glimmer of Lily’s glistening esophageal walls, their tender, unblemished surfaces stretching taut as Heather presses down on her throat. The delicate pink flesh seems to ripple almost imperceptibly with each of Lily’s quick, shallow breaths, a tantalizing preview of how it might stretch and flutter around a hard, throbbing intrusion. The camera lingers on this lewd, intimate view, drinking in every quivering inch of Lily’s exposed and vulnerable flesh.

Heather taps Lily on the shoulders, the click of her nails against the fabric of the pledge’s hoodie momentarily breaking through the stunned silence.

“Lily,” she says.”

Her voice took on a coaxing, almost nurturing tone,

“Why don’t you read the note out loud for us. Let everyone hear what you have to say.” Heather said.

Lily’s hands tremble slightly as she takes the note from Heather’s grasp, her eyes scanning the words written there. After a moment, she lifts her gaze from the note to the camera, her cheeks flushed a deep, crimson red.

“Um,” she starts.

Her voice was barely above a whisper. She clears her throat, tries again.

“I… I’ve been dreaming about sucking cock all my life.” Lily said.

The words come out in a rush, tumbling out of her mouth as if she’s afraid she’ll lose her nerve if she doesn’t say them quickly.

There’s a pause, a beat of stunned silence from the camera crew and the other pledges. Lily’s chest heaves with a shaky breath, her eyes wide and uncertain as they remain fixed on the camera.

“Every… every night,” she continues.

Her voice gained a bit of strength as she spoke.

“I imagine wrapping my lips around hard, throbbing cocks. I fantasize about the taste of cum on my tongue, the feel of heavy balls against my chin as I swallow every last drop.” She takes another breath, licks her lips nervously.

“I want that fantasy to become a reality. I want to use my mouth, my tongue, my throat, to bring pleasure to a special donor. I want to be known as the best cock sucker in the world, the pledge who can make any man cum with just the touch of her lips.” She said.

By the time she finishes speaking, Lily’s face is flushed with shame and arousal, her breathing coming fast and shallow. She looks like she might faint, might vomit, might burst into tears. The camera remains focused on her face, capturing every nuance of her expression.

Heather smiles wickedly as Lily reads the lewd confessions aloud, clearly pleased by the pledge’s obedience and the growing arousal in the room. She reaches out and taps Lily on the shoulder again, this time leaving her hand resting on the fabric of the hoodie.

Lily swallows hard, the implications of Heather’s touch clear. Hesitantly, she reaches out with a trembling hand and slowly, tentatively, slips it under the hem of Heather’s short skirt. Heather’s eyes widen slightly in surprise, but she makes no move to stop Lily. Instead, she parts her thighs just a bit, giving the pledge more room to explore. Lily’s fingertips brush against the damp fabric of Heather’s panties, making the older woman inhale sharply.

With a growing sense of disbelief at her own boldness, Lily slips two slender fingers under the leg band of Heather’s underwear. She can feel the heat radiating from Heather’s core, the slick arousal coating her folds. Slowly, carefully, Lily begins to stroke along Heather’s slit, her fingers gliding easily through the wetness. Thirty seconds feel like an eternity as Lily fingers Heather under her skirt, the room filled with the soft, obscene sounds of her digits moving through Heather’s dripping sex. Heather bites her lower lip, a quiet moan escaping her as her hips twitch slightly into Lily’s touch.

Finally, Lily withdraws her hand, her fingers coated in Heather’s slick arousal. Heather watches, her chest heaving with shallow breaths, as Lily brings her hand to her mouth. Lily looks up at Heather as she parts her lips and slowly, lewdly, licks her fingers clean. She swirls her tongue around each digit, making a show of tasting Heather’s essence. The room is utterly silent except for the obscene sound of Lily’s tongue against her fingers and the soft, shaky breaths of the women watching the display. Lily keeps her eyes locked with Heather’s as she savors her flavor, the unspoken question hanging heavy in the air.

“I must admit, I have used her mouth, and I highly recommend it! She is still technically a virgin.” Heather said.

Heather’s bold admission hangs in the air, the implications sending a shiver down the spines of the other pledges. Sophia and Mia exchange wide-eyed glances, their cheeks flushed a deep crimson beneath their hoodies. Natasha, ever the composed one, raises an eyebrow but keeps her expression neutral.

“Well, well,” Heather said.

Heather clearly reveled in the shock value of her words.

“Lily’s skills seem to extend beyond just her fingers.” Heather said.

She reaches out and tucks a stray strand of hair behind Lily’s ear in a bizarrely intimate gesture.

Lily, for her part, seems frozen in place, her eyes wide and glassy. The lingering taste of Heather on her tongue and the knowledge that her actions have been broadcast so casually seem to have short-circuited her ability to react.

“So, if a certain… intimacy… is what you’re after, Lily’s oral services are available for a discounted rate, given her status as a pledge. Instead of bidding, if you flat out donate 500,000 dollars, and she’s all yours.” Heather’s grin widens, a wicked gleam in her eyes as she gauges the reactions of the others.

“Don’t worry if that is too much for you. For 2025, we have 42 more virgin mouths for you. They vary in price, but much less than half a million dollars. Just go to the website and place a donation bid. Highest bidder will win.” Heather said.

Heather grins, a shark sensing blood in the water.

“Well, it’s simple really. Each of these lovely ladies has a profile page on our secure, private website. You’ll find detailed de***********ions, photos, and most importantly, the current highest bid on their services.” Heather said.

She saunters over to the camera, her heels clicking on the polished floor, and gestures to the display.

“For instance, here we have Chloe. She’s a sweet little 19-year-old sophomore with a ‘taste for the exotic. As of now, her oral services are going for a mere $150,000.” Heather said.

Heather looks back at the pledges, her eyes glinting with malice.

“The bidding war is fierce though. It’s all about who is willing to pay the most to claim a pledge first. Isn’t that right, girls?” Heather said.

Heather walked over to where Sophia is seated. She gestures to one of the cameramen, who zooms in, capturing the tall blonde’s face in closeup. Heather places a manicured hand under Sophia’s chin, tilting her head upwards.

“Open wide, Sophia,” Heather said.

Her tone was sugary sweet but laced with authority.

“Let’s give our potential donors a nice, big smile.” Heather said.

The camera flashes, illuminating Sophia’s surprised expression as she reluctantly parts her lips. Heather peers inside Sophia’s open mouth, inspecting it like one might examine a horse’s teeth at auction. She nods approvingly.

“Mmm, very nice. Straight, white teeth – the perfect instrument for pleasing our generous benefactors.” Heather turns to the camera, a wicked glint in her eye.

“And for just $450,000, you too could have these luscious virgin lips wrapped around your cock.” Heather said.

The camera lingered on Sophia’s slender throat, the pale column of her neck contrasting sharply with her ivory turtleneck sweater. With each nervous breath, her Adams apple bobbed slightly, and her delicate uvula could be seen swaying ever so lightly beneath her tongue as she parted her lips. The intimate close-up highlighted Sophia’s youthful vulnerability, a stark contrast to the lewd acts being implied.

Mia and Natasha squirmed uncomfortably in their seats while Lily looked on with wide, disbelieving eyes, all four pledges seeming to shrink under the unrelenting gaze of the camera and the sorority president’s predatory stare. The air grew thick with tension and the unspoken threat of what was to come if they refused to comply with Heather’s twisted “pledge drive”.

Heather stepped back from Sophia and gestured to a note card Sophia was holding, then nodded at the blonde pledge.

“Go on Sophia, read it aloud. Don’t be shy now.” Heather said.

Sophia swallowed hard, her slender throat bobbing, as she reached for the note with trembling fingers. She unfolded it and read the words written there in a shaky voice.

“I… I love watching lesbian porn…” Sophia said.

Heather grinned wickedly at the camera.

“Isn’t that interesting? Sophia here has quite a naughty secret. I’m sure many of our donors would love to help her… explore those fantasies firsthand.” Heather said.

Sophia’s cheeks flushed bright red as she stared at the floor, unable to meet the camera’s lens. The other pledges looked on in stunned silence, barely daring to breathe. The atmosphere in the room was palpable with shame, embarrassment, and a perverse sense of titillation. Heather basked in their discomfort, savoring the power she held over them.

Heather stepped closer to Sophia, placing a hand on the back of the blonde pledge’s chair. She leaned in, her voice taking on a commanding tone.

“Sophia, I need you to look directly at the camera. You are going to tell our viewers that you love eating pussy, just like the lesbians in the videos you watch. Go ahead, say it.” Heather said, her eyes gleaming with a wicked light.

Sophia hesitates for a long moment; her face flushed a deep scarlet. But under Heather’s penetrating stare, she slowly turns to face the camera. She takes a shaky breath before speaking in a barely audible whisper.

“I love eating pussy.” Sophia said.

Sophia’s words hung in the air, barely above a whisper, yet they rang out with a shocking clarity in the tense silence of the room. The petite blonde’s face was flushed a deep, humiliated crimson as she stared into the camera lens with wide, tear-filled eyes. Heather, meanwhile, looked positively delighted with Sophia’s reluctant confession. She gave an exaggerated nod to the camera, as if to emphasize the significance of what the pledge had just said.

The two cameramen, one positioned to the side and the other directly in front of Sophia, zoomed in on the blonde’s face, capturing every micro-expression of her shame and distress. The other three pledges watched the exchange with a mixture of disbelief and horror etched upon their faces. Lily looked like she wanted to say something, her mouth opening and closing a few times as if to speak. Mia and Natasha simply stared, their eyes wide and their bodies rigid with tension.

The atmosphere in the room had shifted, the earlier sense of unease now replaced by a thick, almost suffocating tension that seemed to crackle with unspoken threats and dark promises.

Heather’s smile widened, a cruel and mocking expression as she maintained eye contact with Sophia.

“That’s a good start, but let’s give our audience a bit more detail, shall we?” she said.

Heather turned to the camera.

“Sophia, be a dear and describe exactly how much you enjoy plunging your tongue deep into a woman’s most intimate area. Tell us all the naughty things that tongue of yours loves to do down there.” Heather said.

She waited for Sophia’s response, clearly enjoying the blonde’s obvious distress and humiliation. The other pledges watched in horror, unsure of what Sophia would do next. Heather turned Sophia’s chin with a finger, forcing the blonde to look directly into the camera lens.

“Now Sophia, I want you to look right at the camera,” Heather instructed, her voice firm yet laced with a sadistic undercurrent of excitement.

She paused, letting the moment linger as she savored Sophia’s obvious discomfort.

“Tell everyone watching how much you love wrapping those pretty lips around a nice, hard cock. Describe how you use that talented tongue of yours to pleasure men. Don’t be shy now,” Heather purred, patting Sophia’s cheek condescendingly.

The room fell silent, all eyes on Sophia, awaiting her humiliating confession. Lily gripped her seat, knuckles turning white, as Mia and Natasha shared a look of disbelief. The air felt heavy, thick with dread and anticipation.

What will Sophia do or say under this new pressure and public exposure? The stage seems set for a degrading admission forced from her trembling lips. Sophia turned to the camera and stuttered that she loves sucking cock. Heather leaned in close to Sophia, her eyes gleaming with wicked amusement as she whispered the humiliating words for Sophia to repeat.

“And Sophia, sweetheart, for a real treat, tell our viewers what your absolute favorite thing is to do. Describe sucking on a cock that’s still dripping with another woman’s juices and semen, straight from a gaping pussy. Really paint a picture,” Heather commanded, her voice dripping with sadistic glee.

She stepped back and gestured to the camera, signaling for Sophia to make her degrading confession live to the audience watching. The room held its breath, the tension nearly palpable. Sophia’s face had turned beet red, and her body trembled with humiliation and dread.

The other pledges watched in horrified fascination, unable to look away. They could only imagine the disgusting act Heather was forcing Sophia to describe. Mia felt sick to her stomach, wondering what other vile things Heather would make them do.

As Sophia hesitated, clearly struggling to form the words, Heather’s expression darkened. It was clear she expected obedience, and she would not accept any hesitation or refusal. The camera lights glared into the room, the whirring of the lenses a harsh contrast to the stunned silence. All eyes were on Sophia, awaiting her filthy declaration.

Sophia takes a deep shuddering breath and says,

“I love sucking cock that’s just came out of a stretched, gaping pussy. I especially love it when the cock is coated in a thick layer of pussy juices and fresh, hot cum. The taste of both our fluids mixed together drives me crazy with lust. I can’t get enough of slurping and sucking every last drop off that messy, spent cock like a dirty, desperate slut.” Sophia’s voice trembled but she forced the degrading words out.

Sophia’s words hung heavily in the air, each filthy detail painting a vivid and sickening picture. The room remained silent, stunned by the graphic nature of her confession. Heather looked on, clearly pleased with Sophia’s degrading declaration. She let the humiliation sink in for a moment before clapping her hands together.

“Bravo, Sophia! What an exquisite de***********ion,” Heather said.

Her voice dripped with false praise.

“And to think, that’s just a small taste of what our little pledges are willing to do for their sisters and our esteemed donors.” Heather said.

She turned to the camera, her smile widening.

“You heard it here folks. Omega Epsilon Alpha Omega’s newest pledges are eager to satisfy any desire, no matter how depraved. And for the right price, they can be all yours.” Heather said.

Sophia, her face still flushed with humiliation, takes a shaky breath before continuing.

“Mmm, and I especially love when a cock alternates between my mouth and a pussy,” she says.

Her voice wavered slightly.

“I want the flavor of that hot cunt fresh on the dick when I take it back in my mouth.” Sophia said.

Her eyes fluttered as she spoke, as if imagining the sordid scene.

“Over and over, back and forth, until my chin is dripping with both juices.” Sophia’s confession hangs heavy in the air, the graphic details painting an obscene picture.

Heather turns to Sophia, a wicked grin on her face.

“Alright Sophia, I want you to look right into the camera and give us your honest thoughts on something,” she instructs.

Sophia swallows hard, her eyes wide as she turns to face the camera lens directly.

“Heather nods approvingly. “Go ahead and tell them what you just told me, about your deepthroating skills. And add this line at the end…” heather said.

Heather leans close to Sophia’s ear and whispers something. Sophia’s cheeks flushed an even deeper shade of red. She nods meekly, then turns back to the camera.

Sophia looks into the camera, her expression a mix of shame and trepidation.

“I’m not very good at deepthroating,” she admits softly.

“But maybe with practice, and the right, uh… teacher, I can get better at taking a whole cock down my throat.” Sophia bites her lower lip nervously after making the humiliating confession, her eyes darting away from the camera lens.

“Well, well,” Heather says.

Heather is clearly pleased with Sophia’s public admission of her oral shortcomings.

“Isn’t that sweet? Little Miss Sophia here is eager to learn, to take lessons from someone who can really show her the ropes.” Heather says.

Heather glances over at the other pledges, a smirk playing on her lips. Heather turns back to Sophia with a wicked gleam in her eye.

“And now Sophia, I want you to give the camera a nice, close-up view. Open your mouth nice and wide for us, sweetheart.” Heather says.

Sophia hesitates for a moment, biting her lower lip. But with a trembling sigh, she parts her lips, slowly opening her mouth as wide as she can. Her small, pink tongue pushes down, and you can see the entrance to her throat at the back of her mouth.

“Wide. I want to see all the way in.” Heather said.

Sophia stretches her jaw further, eyes watering slightly as she presents her open mouth for the camera’s leering eye. The pledges watch in awkward silence. Heather looks directly into the camera, a wicked grin spreading across her face as she leans in close to Sophia’s exposed mouth.

“Mmm, can’t you just imagine it?” Heather said.

Her voice dripped with a suggestion.

“That tight little throat, gripping you, squeezing you as you thrust deep… all the way to the hilt.” Heather said.

She reaches out a manicured finger and traces the outline of Sophia’s stretched lips, her nail catching briefly on the girl’s teeth.

“The way her slender neck would pulse and twitch as you fuck her face, claiming her mouth, her throat… making her yours.” Heather said.

Heather’s finger slides into Sophia’s mouth, pushing down on her tongue, forcing it to flatten.

“Oh, the filthy, delicious noises she’d make, choking, gagging, drooling all over your thick cock as you ruin her tight little virgin holes…” Heather said.

Heather withdraws her finger with a pop, a strand of Sophia’s saliva connecting it briefly. She licks it clean, maintaining eye contact with the camera.

“Whoever claims this bitch’s first deepthroat experience is in for a real treat.