Rush week. Study hall. Your girlfriend — the president — complains that the pledges will do anything to get in. She leaves. She does not tell you that you’re the task. Five girls call you over for the “group project.” Then they’re on you. Knees down. Mouths full. Passing your cock like it’s house property. Kissing each other over it. Riding it. Slurping it sloppy. They don’t stop until you cum. She walks back in, sees it, and smiles. Bid accepted. Now there are six of them. They put you back in a throat, back in a pussy, and finish the initiation all over you.
