Going Monstering Part 2

"Wait, wait, wait, wait!" I blurted. "Are you implying that if I don't blow you, I'll get kicked out of Alpha House?"

"Mebbe, mebbe not. But whut'jew gotta understand is Kezzy caounts on me fuh my input. I could put in a good wurd fuh ya, or's a bad wurd."

"So you're blackmailing me to suck your d.i.c.k?"

"New, jus givin' ya a choice," but he p.r.o.nounced "choice" as churce, the hayseed. "Curn't make ya dew it. Hail, that'd be sum kind'a rape, I 'spose. Whut I'se reely dewin', though, is dewin' yew a favor."

"A favor!" I yelled. "By letting me blow you?"

"Ee-yuh. See what Kezzy durn't like is gals with sa.s.s, and gals with lotta sa.s.s ken git theerselfs kicked aout'a heer a right fast. But what I'se larn't in my time is a c.o.c.k in a chick's maouth is the best way tew tamp down her sa.s.s."

"Oh, bulls.h.i.+t! You just want head!"

"Wai... Thet tew. But a'curse, it's yew're decision..."

My shoulders couldn't have slumped lower. I just pulled the a.s.shole's pantyhose back down, stuffed his d.i.c.k in my mouth, and started sucking. It got big quick; in fact, the d.a.m.n thing was so fat I could barely get my lips around it, and it didn't help that the dude'd been sweating in those pantyhose all day, either.

d.i.c.k-stink, you know?

Then the rude b.a.s.t.a.r.d actually grabbed my ears and started pumping his hips. How romantic. "Ee-yuh, ee-yuh, thet's a good li'l fattie," he grunted, and then, "Boo-yaa!" The s.h.i.+t fired right down my throat so hard I thought it'd go in my f.u.c.kin' epiglottis or whatever it's called. Best way to keep from choking was to just swallow as fast as I could, so that's what I did. When he was done, he pushed my face off, and I swear when his d.i.c.k came out of my mouth, it made a sound like a cork coming out of a bottle.

I fell back against the edge of the lower bunk. He patted my head and said, "Yew suck like a champ, fattie."

"Oh, thanks very much. That's a very nice thing to say..."

He clapped his hands. "Come on, losers! Time fuh dinner!"

We filed out after him, and all I could think about now was that big two-pound lobster tail waiting for me. Thinking about it took my mind off the gruesome fact that I now had two of Zenas' loads in my stomach. But just then he looked back at me and said, "And it's a good thing yew swallowed, Ann." Needless to say, he p.r.o.nounced the word "swallowed" as swallered. We headed down the beautiful curved staircase. "See, theer en't no spittin' heer et Alpha Haouse. But...Kezzy'll 'splain the rest'a thet tew yawl later."

Me, Hannah, and Mercy all looked at each other.

"What the h.e.l.l does that mean?" Hannah said.

"Yuh-yuh...yeah?" Mercy said.

"Hey, Zenas!" I called ahead. "What did you mean by that? Kezzy'll explain what later?"

But Zenas just laughed and led us into the dining room.

Hindsight gave me a pretty good clue what he meant. I'd heard about this girl at USC last year who had to swallow the c.u.m of, like, fifty guys as part of her sorority hazing. The guys all jerked off in a teflon sauce pan, and that poor stupid b.i.t.c.h drank it all, then had to have her stomach pumped at the hospital. Would love to have seen the look on the doctor's face who did that job. None of us really said anything about Zenas's remark, but I think we all knew deep-down that we'd have to suck a lot of d.i.c.ks if we wanted to make it through Pledge Week.

The dining room looked fit for a king's banquet. Twenty-foot-long table, silk napkins, gold knives, spoons, and forks, Sterling dinner plates. Another crystal chandelier overhead. f.u.c.k. This house had money. Mercy and Hannah sat down but before I could, Kezzy's voice called out from the hall behind us.

"Zenas! Have Ann come in here a minute, please."

Zenas shot his thumb toward the hall. "Yew heerd her, fat-tie. The powder room, just off the foyer."

Now what the f.u.c.k is THIS all about? I wondered and went to the foyer. I saw a door open a few inches, and Kezzy's hand shot out, and her finger pointed, then curled inward.

"Here, Ann."

I walked in. "What the-"

"h.e.l.lo, Ann," Kezzy said. "Are you and the others properly settled in your room?"

I just kind of stood there gaping, when I answered, "Yes, Miss Kezzy," because the floozy was sitting on the toilet right there in front of me with her skirt jacked up and her panties down to her ankles. Her back was arched and her chest was thrust forward. She grunted daintily and a"

plip!

I saw a little t.u.r.d hit the toilet water in the V between her legs.

"Pardon me a moment, Ann. I'm defecating."

"I can see that!"

"And don't be uncomfortable. After all, we are both women, aren't we?"

I nodded, kind of numb. Her p.u.s.s.y, by the way, was shaved bald. And, as I might have expected, it was a perfect p.u.s.s.y...

"There is, however, a transitive reason why I happen to be defecating while giving you the opportunity to witness it," she said, and then she relaxed and a"

"Ahhhhh...."

a" began to pee.

"You see, I'm testing your powers of observation." The stream of tinkle dribbled down. "Now, watch very carefully, and a" please a" be observant." She stood up, pulled her panties back up and her skirt back down, flushed the toilet, washed her hands in the marble-basined sink, then said, "Come along," and took me back to the dining room.

Immediately, I thought, What finis.h.i.+ng school did YOU go to? You forgot to wipe your a.s.s!

"h.e.l.lo, girls," she greeted. "I trust you're all settled and find your room satisfactory?"

"Yes, Miss Kezzy," Hannah and Mercy said.

I started to move off but Kezzy stopped me. "Don't sit down just yet, Ann." Then she turned right to me, unb.u.t.toned her blouse, and pulled her b.o.o.bs out.

The room went dead-silent, just like upstairs.

See, Kezzy's b.o.o.bs were the kind that just about any girl would sell their soul to have. They were perfect 38DD's, with just as perfect medium-pink nipples big around as silver dollars.

She walked to the end of the table where Hannah and Mercy sat. "Girls?" she said. "I'd like each of you to take a moment and feel my b.r.e.a.s.t.s," and she leaned them over toward Hannah. Hannah's eyes went wide; she hesitated, and then eventually touched Kezzy's b.o.o.bs.

"Don't be bashful, Hannah. Squeeze them." She chuckled. "And you needn't worry. I'm not a lesbian."

Hannah squeezed them a few times, still tongue-tied, and then Kezzy put them right up to Mercy.

"Go on, Mercy. I a.s.sure you, this isn't a s.e.xual thing, so there's no reason to fret about Christian sin. I'm merely initiating an exercise of observation, the reason of which will be revealed momentarily."

"I-I-I," Mercy blabbered, then she squeezed her eyes shut and felt Kezzy's t.i.ts.

"Good, good." Kezzy's smile beamed when she walked right up to me, b.o.o.bs out-thrust. "Feel my b.r.e.a.s.t.s, Ann."

I did what she said but was already feeling a little sick.

"There. Now." Kezzy redid her blouse, crossed her arms, and began tapping her foot in that irritating way she always did. "Observation lends itself toward experience a" tactile observation just as much as visual observation. During the time each of you were feeling my absolutely beautiful b.r.e.a.s.t.s, did any of you receive the impression that they were implants?"

Mercy and Hannah shook their heads in silence. Then Kezzy's smile collapsed and turned back into that Napoleon-bust grimace. "Earlier, our friend Ann here made the remark that she 'hates girls with implants,' Ann, who were you referring to, since you now know beyond a doubt that my b.r.e.a.s.t.s are one-hundred-percent natural? Hmm?"

Then I got the gist, like that, like a light switch, and that's why I suddenly wanted to throw up. My voice sounded like rocks being ground together when I said, "You've got a bug in our room, don't you?"

"Why, of course, you silly, drab, dour, overweight thing, you. We have tiny microphones all over Alpha House, and each and every one of them is turned on during Pledge Week." She pulled her panties down and her skirt up. "Ah, but as the old adage goes: the best way to learn is the hard way. Yes?" and then she leaned over the table. "Ann? The 'Barbie Doll battle ax' wants you to lick her a.s.s." She spread her b.u.t.t cheeks wide.

My knees were wobbling. "But, but...you didn't...wipe..."

"Very good! You're observant after all! No, I deliberately did not wipe myself after defecating, Ann, because, as punishment for your bad att.i.tude, your obstinance, and your shameful be-hind-my-back insults, you will wipe for me. With your tongue."

I stared at her a.s.s. It was perfect, just like her b.o.o.bs and p.u.s.s.y, the kind of a.s.s I'd do anything to have but knew I never would have. No matter how much weight I lost, how much exercise, whatever. Bad genes versus great genes, I guess. Kezzy had the best body I'd ever seen on a woman, period. I envied it, and I guess that just made me hate her more. Great body, sure, but she was a s.h.i.+tty person, so that had to count for something, right?

All in all, though, it didn't matter how great her a.s.s looked. She had s.h.i.+t in her crack right now, and if I wanted to stay in Alpha House...

I had to lick it.

"Well, Ann? Just how badly do you want to be an Alpha Sister?"

I got down on my knees. Holy, holy s.h.i.+t...

Hannah looked petrified, but it was Mercy who piped up, "Don't do it, Ann! Don't let Miss Kezzy manipulate you like that! It isn't right!"

"Really, Mercy?" Kezzy said. "I think I'm being quite a generous sport about this. In the past, any Pledge with the audacity to insult the Senior Sorority Sister has been immediately expelled from the house. I could do that, but I'm not. Ann, do you believe you should be punished for your insults?"

I had no choice but to answer, "Yes, Miss Kezzy."

"But it's demeaning!" Mercy harped. "Don't do it, Ann! It's not the end of the world if you don't get into Alpha House!"

I just kept staring at her b.u.t.t-crack. I could see some brown in there...

"I'm glad you said that, Mercy," Kezzy remarked, still bent over the table. "I believe that Ann will do it, because a" unlike you a"she has resolve. She has set a goal for herself, and that goal is to become an esteemed Alpha House Sister, and she will do anything necessary to achieve that goal. Of course, there are very rare occasions when I'm wrong. If Ann decides right this very minute to get up, put her things back in her suitcase, and leave this house...then you, Mercy, will lick my a.s.s in her stead."

"Do it, Ann!" Mercy railed. "Don't be a sissy. Just do it and get it over with!"

"You're so predictable, Mercy," Kezzy chuckled.

f.u.c.kin' Mercy. But Kezzy a" correction, f.u.c.kin' Kezzy a"was right. A second later, my face was stuck right up her unwiped b.u.t.t, my tongue wagging away. That smear of p.o.o.p over her b.u.t.t-hole came off on the first lick, and let me tell you-it's a taste that takes a long time to go away. I tried to breathe through my mouth but that only worked part way. After a few more licks I just said f.u.c.k it, and lapped her a.s.shole like a dog licking its master's face.

"Good, good, Ann. That feels quite nice. Five more minutes will be sufficient."

When you're licking a.s.s, five minutes seems like five hours. Ever try eating a.s.s? Don't. Oh, and get this. The b.i.t.c.h was fingering her c.l.i.t while I was doing it, and she even had the b.a.l.l.s to reach around with one hand and push the back of my head to get my mouth tighter. Then she kind of tensed up, stamped a foot, and got off. She even squealed. When she said, "That's enough now, Ann. Your punishment has been dispensed," I jumped up and ran to the powder room. I washed my face and lips with the bar of soap, then I even sucked the bar to try and get the taste out. Two-pound lobster tail, I kept thinking. At least I had something to look forward to. But even with the soap-taste in my mouth, I could still taste a ghost of her s.h.i.+t.

"What the h.e.l.l's this?" I demanded when I got back to the dining room. Kezzy and Zenas were cutting into their giant, broiled lobster tails and dipping the chunks in drawn b.u.t.ter, but Hannah and Mercy were dragging their spoons through these little plastic cups. There was an identical cup on my plate. "This looks like yogurt!"

"It is, Ann. The store-brand kind," Kezzy said and ate another chunk of b.u.t.ter-dipped lobster.

"That's f.u.c.ked up! You said we were having lobster tails!" I yelled.

"Ann? It's uncouth to raise your voice at the table," Kezzy chided me. "And, yes, I did say, precisely, that Zenas would be serving two-pound lobster tails tonight. But I never said he'd be serving them to you." She huffed a laugh.

"You girls are pledges, for goodness sake. You'll get your lobster tails when you pa.s.s initiation."

Another rip-off. I was so p.i.s.sed I thought my head would explode. You don't f.u.c.k with fat people like that. f.u.c.kin' yogurt, I hate yogurt. Yogurt is boring. By then I was too p.i.s.sed off and humiliated to care, so I just stirred the slop around and ate it. Oh, and it was the unflavored kind. Dynamite. We spent the next twenty minutes watching Zenas and Kezzy eat their gorgeous lobster tails.

But it was Kezzy herself who brought out dessert. She and Zenas each had a giant piece of triple-layer chocolate cake. Hannah and Mercy each got one M&M. But me?

I fumed. "Where's my dessert. Miss Kezzy?"

"You had your dessert early, Ann." She grinned and forked into her cake. "My a.s.s."

A half-hour after dinner, Zenas led us back up the stairs, but once we were on the landing he turned us away from our room. He took us down the opposite hall and into a"

"Wait, a minute," I asked, as confused as Hannah and Mercy. "What kind of room is this?"

Bright white lights s.h.i.+ned down on the tile floor.

"It's the exam suite," came a cultured voice from behind an opened door in the back.

"We have to take exams?" Hannah whined.

Mercy whined right with her. "The semester doesn't start for another week!"

I kind of groaned out my suspicion. "I don't think it's that kind of exam..."

"Get aout'a them duds'n put these heer things on," Zenas said and shoved some white smocks at us.

f.u.c.k, I thought. These people aren't fooling around. That f.u.c.ker Zenas just stood there watching us as we took off our clothes, and when I got mine off, he laughed and said, "Wai, gawd- durnf girl! Thet's some serious fat yew're packin' and" a" his jaw dropped when I took my blouse and bra off. My b.r.e.a.s.t.s kind of just dropped out.

"Them theer's the wust pair'a t.i.ts I evuh seen! Look like two white socks with tennis b.a.l.l.s in the end."

"Thanks a lot," I muttered, but he was right; my b.o.o.bs sucked. His eyes tracked over to Hannah who feebly stepped out of her clothes. "Et least thet'n theer's got a pair a fella wouldn't might suckin' on in a pinch, but a" shee-it! a" didn't know gals had feet thet big!" I don't think Hannah heard the insult 'cos she was crying, just like Mercy, who took the longest to strip. When she had her top off, Zenas whistled. "I guess some gals juss wurn't born with t.i.ts. 'Cos I shuh durn't seen none on yew."

"Do you have to stand here and watch!" she blubbered.

"sure dew, string bean. Got's ta make sure everythin' goes right," he chuckled, "but I'll tell ya's sumpthin'. I best not watch tew long 'cos yew girls're sofuggin' UGLY, I might not be able ta get wood for a yeer."

"Why is he making us do this!" Mercy bawled like a baby.

"They're gonna examine us," I'd already put two and two together, "to make sure we're really virgins."

"You mean, you mean...examine us? Our, our, our a" "