The pledges of the Chi Omicron (XO) sorority had endured weeks of insane and intense hazing. It started off innocently enough with weekly meetings and nightly study sessions as a requirement to maintain membership with a minimum 3.0 GPA, but quickly evolved to much harsher treatment leading up to hell week or inspiration period as the sisters called it because the term hazing had such a negative connotation and was frowned upon by many universities.

During the inspiration period, girls were required to wear certain clothes that bordered on slutty when not in class and were always escorted by a big sister. There was a night where the pledges were asked random trivia questions about an assortment of topics. Any wrong answers resulted in chocolate syrup, caramel syrup, and marshmallow fluff poured on their heads. By the end of the night, every pledge was a sticky, gooey, giggly mess.

The hazing activities weren’t always so crazy, often the girls had bonding exercises that brought them all closer together. They shared stories of their insecurities, heartbreaks, and fears. There were wine tastings and food pairings, self-defense classes, and tutoring sessions for all subjects. A few girls dropped out, but most had endured all the good and bad that was leading up to the final challenge. The rumor mill had claimed everything from an all-night orgy to a drinking contest, though none of the girls thought either was possible.

The pledges were ushered into the darkened gathering room where they waited. “How long will they keep us here?” one girl asked.

“As long as they want,” whispered another.

“This is such bullshit,” hissed a third.

“What?” asked a fourth voice.

“These games they keep playing with us,” said the third girl a bit louder.

“Like what?” asked the fourth voice, sounding curious.

“Well, the stupid trivia night for one. It took me two hours to wash the fucking marshmallow shit and caramel goo out of my hair.”

A few others whispered their complaints about the difficulty they too experienced cleaning up after that night when a fifth girl exclaimed, “So what! The extra tutoring and other bonding activities have really helped me. Hell! I’m passing algebra now. Even my mother can’t believe how well I’m doing.”

“And that is what the ‘inspirational period’ is all about,” said the fourth girl standing up and removing her wig and glasses. The girls in the room turned and a collective gasp was heard as they saw the mystery woman was the sorority president who had been asking the questions. The tall, slender black woman peered out into the room.

“Oh shit,” hissed the third girl as she shrunk down into her seat.

The sorority president looked at the girl and said, “And let me remind you that no one forced you to stay or participate. However, we don’t need your negative energy in Chi Omicron, so thank you for pledging and have a nice night.”

For a moment, the girl sat frozen in her seat, then stood up and said, “Whatever. I don’t need this bullshit sorority anyway,” as she stormed out in a huff.

“Anyone else want to bitch about trivia night or anything else, speak now or forever hold your peace.”

The girls nervously looked around, but no one said a word. The president turned to the last girl who spoke and said, “Oh, and I’m really happy to hear you’re passing algebra dear. I’d hate to lose you to poor grades. We’re not kidding about that minimum 3.0 GPA requirement.”

“Thanks,” she whispered, blushing and sinking into her seat.

“Now ladies,” said the president clapping her hands together, “let’s get down to business. Next Saturday, as in the Saturday before Halloween, is our annual Dick or Treat fundraising event and your final test. The event is simple enough really. The members of Alpha Omega pay twenty-five bucks and will be sticking their dicks into glory holes and you ladies will be on the other side. Half the money will go to a local charity and the other half will be divided among the top three cocksuckers. Each of you will be given a number over your hole and the men will vote on which one of you was the best cocksucker.

There were a few gasps and whispers, then the president continued. “The challenge is simple, really. The men stick their pricks into the holes and you will give them a blow job. Every five minutes they will switch and you’ll be sucking a new cock. The object of the game is to make them cum. The first-place winner gets fifty percent of the winnings, second place will get thirty percent, and third place gets twenty percent. Now, so you all understand better, if twenty guys pony up twenty-five bucks each, we collect five-hundred dollars. Two-hundred fifty dollars goes to the charity, one-hundred twenty-five dollars goes to the first-place winner, seventy-five dollars to second place, and fifty to third. Oh, and don’t misunderstand me, there will be way more than just twenty men so the potential to make some serious money for yourself and our charity is great.”

“Wait a minute,” said one girl. “We’re expected to suck a man off after only five minutes?”

“Each pledge will have two attempts at every dick, assuming he makes it that far. It’s rare that any man can make two full rounds without blowing his load.”

“Rare, but not impossible,” said a woman in the back, clearly older than the other pledges.

“Correct Miss…”

“Gleason. Journey Gleason.”

“Right, our veteran.”

Journey Gleason was unlike the other young women in the room. Instead of coming to college straight from high school like many of her pledge class, she had spent the previous four years as a hospital corpsman in the United States Navy. She was stationed on the USS Jackson in San Diego, California, and at the Naval hospital on the Camp Pendleton Marine Corps base in Oceanside, California. Now she was using her GI Bill to pay for her college education and had decided that rushing a sorority might be a good way to make new friends who didn’t have a military background.

“Aye, aye ma’am,” said Journey with a slight salute. “So, please elaborate. You said it was ‘rare that a man could make two rounds without blowing his load.’ How rare?”

“Right,” said the president. “Alpha Omega had a member known as ‘King Kong Dong.’ He was hung like a horse and nearly impossible to suck off.”

“Nearly impossible, but not impossible,” said Journey.

“Well, none of us were ever able to suck him off, so I’m actually not sure if nearly impossible is accurate.”

“Did he cheat?”

“Excuse me?”

Journey stood up, brushed her blonde hair out of her face, and tugged at her blouse. “When I was in the Navy, some of the guys, specifically the Marines, used a special cream to prolong their erections and slow down their climax. They said it was easier to hide than a cock ring. They used this when they’d fuck prostitutes in foreign countries to prove they were the superior lovers. Plus, those girls know lots of tricks to end the sex quick. You know, more fucks, more bucks. Kinda like our contest here.”

A few of the pledges giggled at the last line. The president bit her lower lip and sighed. “I have never heard of such a thing.”

“Oh trust me, sweetie, it’s not something they advertise. I will, however, say that this cream has a unique taste and makes your tongue tingle.”

The girls in the room began whispering about what they just heard. “So,” said the president loudly over the whispers, “you’ve tasted this cream?”

Journey smiled. “Yeah, one of my shipmates didn’t score with a hooker one night and needed a release. Poor boy was suffering a serious case of blue-balls. Since I was dealing with my monthly visit from Aunt Flow, I sucked him off. Took a couple of hours for my tongue to stop tingling. He told me later about the cream. He said the trick was not to use too much or you go from a ‘man of steel’ to ‘limp Louie.’ Um, if ya know what I mean.”

The ‘limp Louie’ comment brought forth a slew of giggles from the other pledges and the president. “Yes,” said the president, trying to contain her laughter, “I think we all do.”

Journey sat back down and one girl asked, “What does it taste like?”

“Well, it depends on the cream, but the one I tasted had a minty-nutty taste.”

“So, assuming what Miss Gleason has shared doesn’t occur,” continued the president, “this should be a fair contest.”

That week the pledges met in the library meeting rooms to discuss strategies for effective cock sucking. A few brought assorted dildos that the girls would practice on or model for other girls. Journey watched and coached were she could. Many of the girls knew how to suck a cock and claimed they could suck off their boyfriends, though a few admitted they didn’t like the taste, but were willing to do what they must to succeed. Journey worked with the girls who were clearly clueless when it came to sucking cock, teaching them some tricks to help them be successful and easing their fears about the contest.

Journey knew she had little to fear, unless a man used the desensitizing cream she’d warned the others about. She had sucked many a sailor’s and marine’s cock during her time in the Navy. To her, it was just something you did when you didn’t want to be in a committed relationship. She knew not all the women in her unit were as sexually active as she was, but it wasn’t a secret that what happens on the ocean, stays on the ocean, or what happens in the barracks stays in the barracks. Still, she really wanted to become a member of XO and win the cash prize to help pay for her next semester’s books. She felt that XO and the friends and contacts she made would be helpful in both her academic and post military career.

~*~*~*~

Saturday, the girls were dressed in sexy lingerie, their faces painted, colorful contact lenses placed in their eyes, and colorful wigs placed on their heads to hide their identity. The president entered the room wearing a full-length green negligée that hugged her long, slender body and accentuated her full, dark breasts. It was clear she worked out and took care of herself. Her black hair in neat rows of braids that hung down her back and her eyes popping with the green eye shadow she wore.

“Ladies,” she began, “you all look so lovely. Now, the costumes are to protect your identity from the men. Now, once you’re behind the wall, they will take their positions at the glory holes and stick their pricks in. That’s your cue to start sucking. You’ll have five minutes per cock and two chances to make them all cum. If one cums, he’s taken out and a new man is brought in on the next round. Your goal is to make at least one man cum tonight. Any questions?”

One girl asked, “What if we can’t make any man cum?”

“Then you’re out of the sorority.”

There was a collective gasp throughout the room. Everyone looked around at one another clearly nervous, except for Journey who said, “Ladies, do the math. Do you honestly think these men can survive two rounds of amazing cock sucking?”

Giggles erupted immediately and everyone smiled. “Well now, on that happy note, let’s get ready, shall we?”

“How many men are we expecting?” asked another pledge.

“Well,” began the president, “at last count, we had over fifty guys, so I hope you are ready for a night of cocks and cum.”

 A collective gasp went through the room and everyone looked at each other. Journey did a quick head count then said, “Twenty of us versus fifty to at best a hundred guys. Please, if they’re lucky they’ll make it past one round.”

There were some nervous giggles, but the air was thick with nervousness. The girls were led into a large room with scores men of all races and sizes wearing gym shorts, t-shirts, and masks with hoods on their heads. The girls shook their asses and tits at the men as they danced through the room. Whistles and cat-calls went out as the girls were led into a smaller, roundish room with an assortment of holes and pillows under them. The girls scrambled to a pillow and got comfortable. Journey looked around and asked, “Is it possible to have some water nearby?”

“Of course,” said one of the sisters who was passing out small bottles of water to all the girls. “Just raise your hand if any of you need more.”

“Thanks,” said Journey.

There was a rustling just outside as the men took their positions. Journey took a quick sip of water, swished it in her mouth, and swallowed. She slid the blue wig that matched her eyes off her head as it made her head itch and set it off to the side next to her water.

“Okay ladies,” said the president, “the clock is set and may the best cocksucker win. Ready!” An assortment of penises slid through the holes. Some were long, some were thick, some were dark, some were light, and most were semi-soft, a few were already hard. “Suck!”

Journey’s first cock was slender and tan. She slid it into her mouth, teasing the bulbous head with her tongue as she sucked. She felt it thicken in her mouth and the precum coated her tongue. From the other side of the wall she could hear moaning and knew she could make him cum, but decided to wait so they wouldn’t know she had tricks of her own.

A buzzer went off and the stiff, slender cock was removed from her lips. She barely took a fresh sip of water when a second penis entered the hole. “Suck!” cried another sister.

As before, Journey and the other girls sucked the mysterious cocks. Some were clearly from black men, some from white men, some big, some small, all different. All around her she heard slurping, moans, and the men behind the wall making rude remarks or just moaning as their respective cocks were sucked. What she couldn’t see was the men rating and voting their skills, especially how poor her initial scores were.

It wasn’t long before they were on round two and now was when cock sucking skills had to be on task. Unfortunately for Journey, the girl next to her sucked off her man to climax and thus, she got a fresh man who wasn’t quite as ready to shoot as she hoped. Determined, she kept a mental note of when someone would suck off a man to climax.

After many cocks, an older sister knelt by Journey and whispered, “If you don’t suck one off soon sweetie, you’ll be out.”

Journey did the math in her head and realized she had seen most of these cocks twice and now was at risk of being kicked out. She knew what she had to do, the same thing she did when she was in the Navy. It was how she kept her male shipmates happy when they wanted sex, and she wasn’t in the mood or was on her period. The next cock slid into the hole and Journey examined it. It was thin, pale, stiff and wet with the saliva from the last girl. Journey knew what she had to do. She sucked the thin cock into her mouth and swallowed until it entered her throat.

“What the?... Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” screamed the man behind the wall as his cock pulsed and filled her throat with his cum.

Journey pulled back and closed her eyes as ropes of sticky cum coated her face. Looking around she saw the older sister and the president smiling. It was now time for her to prove she was a superior cocksucker. She successfully sucked off nearly every man who slid his cock into her glory hole by taking his cock into her throat and swallowing, causing her throat to contract on his cock and milking him to climax.

She glanced to her left and saw a new cock enter the hole next to her. It was huge. Thick, black meat that was longer and thicker than any they had seen before hanging semi-flaccid before the pledge. It reminded her of half a Polish sausage and the thought made her smile. The poor girl could barely get her mouth over it and it was easy to see she wouldn’t get him off. Journey continued to suck random cocks and making the men cum. She heard them complain loudly that she was cheating, she wasn’t human, and they were rotating the girls. She also heard the occasional compliment, though most just cursed and walked away.

Soon the monster cock slid through her hole. Unlike when she first saw it, it was now hard, stiff, and longer. The dark skin made the bulbous head appear plum in color and it pulsed with each beat of his heart. Journey licked her lips and took a quick sip of water.

“Give it your best shot, bitch,” said the deep voice on the other side of the wall. “You won’t make me cum.”

Journey rolled her eyes and slid his cock into her mouth. Instantly, she tasted the minty-nutty flavor and felt her tongue tingle. She licked and sucked, but didn’t slide the cock into her throat. She decided to wait and see what would happen. Should he come back a second time, she would teach him a lesson about who the superior cock sucker was.

After her time was up, she heard him say, “Not bad slut. Maybe next time I’ll give you a sweet treat.”

‘Slut,’ Journey thought as she bit her lower lip and sipped some water. She knew he was cheating and using his size as the excuse, but she had a plan. Sucking and swallowing, she finished off any man whose cock came into her hole. Cum covered her face, coated her hair, and made her pink baby-doll top stick to her breasts. Fewer cocks came into her hold as more men shot their loads with other pledges, but none got past her.

It wasn’t long before they were down to the monster cock and the end of the contest and fund-raiser. Soon the money would be divided up between the charity and the three winners. Each girl had successfully made at least one guy shoot their load, and now they tried in vain to make the monster cock cum, but to no avail. Journey kept sipping her water and waiting, even asking for an extra bottle of water, and knowing that soon even her own cock-sucking skills would be put to the test. Finally, he slid his massive penis though the hole and said, “Last chance bitch. Too bad it won’t really matter.

“That’s what you think,” she mumbled under her breath, took one last large gulp of water and held it in her mouth.

She slid the huge cock into her mouth and swished the water all over his cock rubbing it with her tongue, then swallowing the water. “What are you doing?” she heard him ask.

Journey smiled slightly, then taking a deep breath and using all her will, she slid that huge, bulbous head and thick cock into her throat. She swallowed and sucked, squeezing his cock with her throat. The huge size made her throat and jaw ache as it was stretched them to their limits. Truly this was the largest cock she had ever tried to suck off, but she was determined to not let him cheat and win.

Sucking, licking, and swallowing, she worked on the enormous cock and kept an eye on the clock, sneaking in a breath of air when she could. With just over a minute left, she felt the tell-tale signs that he was about to cum. She sucked and swallowed harder as he began to fight. Suddenly he screamed, “Wait? What the fuck? What the fuck? She’s cheating! She’s cheating! She’s…. aaaaaaahhh… fuuuuuuuuckkkkkkkk!!!”

Journey was pushed back, coughing and choking as ropes upon ropes of thick, sticky cum coated her face, chest, and hair. She gasped for air as the monster cock slid back from the hole still shooting cum through the hole and on the wall.

“Fucking bitch cheated!” he screamed.

“Nothing… (cough) nothing more… (cough) than you did!” Journey shouted back, still coughing up cum.

 “What do you mean?” asked the president.

“He’s got…” Journey coughed up more cum, then continued. “He’s got that cream I warned you about on his cock. I’d know that fucking taste and tingle anywhere!”

The accusation of cheating created an uproar from both sides. The girls were quickly escorted out a back door and hidden in the sorority house. Many of the male participants began arguing among themselves while the president of the sorority and the president of the fraternity discussed the accusations that were being made. Back at the sorority house, the girls showered and put on sweats or pajamas while they waited for the president to return. Coffee, hot tea, and hot chocolate were served with some cookies and donuts. At first, the pledges and older sisters talked among themselves, then slowly everyone started working on homework assignments, or did some reading.

It was nearly four in the morning when the president finally returned to the house. Some of the girls had fallen asleep, while others were reading or writing. Everyone was woken as the president announced that Journey was correct about the cheating. It was revealed that several of the men who Journey had sucked off were wearing the cream as well. The cheaters were charged an extra two-hundred fifty dollars because they were threatened with being kicked out of their fraternity if they didn’t pay up. Thus, the final tally was $6,350, giving $3,175 to the charity, $1,587.50 to Journey, $952.50 to the second-place winner, and $635 to the gal in third making this year’s event the most successful in Chi Omicron and Alpha Omega history. The girls congratulated the three winners and talked about the tingling feeling on their tongues and how happy they were to have made it into the sorority.

The following weekend was the induction ceremony where the men of Alpha Omega were to escort the pledges of Chi Omicron to be pinned. Each girl either bought a formal gown or borrowed one from their big sister. Journey found a discount dress store where she found a dress that fit her form and was more her style. Despite her huge winnings, she was still on a tight budget and her winnings needed to be stretched.

That evening the girls were introduced to their escorts. A large, handsome, bald black man with dark eyes wearing a black tuxedo stepped up to Journey and extended his large hand. “I’m Lester.”

Journey recognized his voice instantly as the man who had the desensitizing cream on his penis. “Journey,” she said, shaking his hand, firmly.

“Have we met before?” he asked.

“Maybe,” she replied.

“There something familiar about your… oh shit!”

“Excuse me?”

“You’re the one!”

“Care to clarify?”

“You’re the one who cheated!”

“Me!” exclaimed Journey. “I wasn’t the one wearing a desensitizing cream.”

 Lester looked around, leaned down and whispered, “How did you know?”

 “I’ve tasted it before,” she replied.

  Lester bit his lower lip, then said, “It was a hell of a blowjob.”

  “Thanks.”

  “Maybe we can go to dinner sometime.”

  “Sure. So long as you leave the cream at home.”