Lesbian Anal Society Initiation

Roxanne waited at the top of the basement stairs, twenty-one and already slick between her thighs beneath her short skirt. Francesca stood beside her, twenty-two, one palm resting low on Roxanne’s back. The two pledges faced them in the quiet sorority hallway of Lambda Alpha Sigma. Sienna, nineteen, shifted her weight, dark hair loose around flushed cheeks. Blair, twenty, bit her lower lip, nipples already stiff under her thin tee.

“Campus thinks we’re just another house,” Roxanne said, voice low. “Study groups, formals, the usual. They call us Lambda Alpha Sigma. Down here we call ourselves the Lesbian Anal Society. Every sister learns to open her ass, to rim, to take toys, to come from being filled and emptied. Tonight you join or you leave. Your choice.”

Sienna’s breath caught. “We want in. We’ve wanted it since rush.”

Blair nodded fast. “We’re ready. Tell us what to do.”

Francesca smiled and opened the heavy door. Warm, humid air rose to meet them, thick with lube and clean skin. They descended into the anal playroom. Shelves lined the walls with plugs, beads, slim vibrators, thick wands, bottles of slick. A hot tub steamed in the corner, jets already churning. Open showers ran along one wall, enema bags hanging ready, nozzles gleaming, floor drains set for the runoff. Two queening chairs sat center, seats cut away so an ass could settle directly over an upturned face. Soft lights made every surface gleam.

Sienna’s panties soaked through as she stared. Blair’s thighs pressed together. Nervous heat rolled off both of them, but neither stepped back. Roxanne watched their faces and felt her own hole flutter. “Strip. All of it. Then we start.”

Clothes hit the tile in a rush. Four naked women stood under the lights, asses bare, pussies already shining. Roxanne’s twenty-one-year-old body was lean and toned, Francesca’s twenty-two-year-old curves fuller, both seniors’ assholes pink and waiting. Sienna and Blair looked younger but fully adult, breasts high, hips soft, holes tight and twitching with want.

They moved to the showers first. Francesca filled an enema bag with warm water and a drop of mild soap, then guided Sienna onto hands and knees. “Breathe out,” she murmured, and slid the nozzle into the nineteen-year-old’s ass. Sienna moaned as the water flowed in, belly swelling gently. Roxanne did the same for Blair, twenty and gasping, holding the warm load while fingers stroked her clit. When they released, clear streams ran down the drains. The seniors took their own turns, letting the pledges hold the nozzles, push them deep, watch the water fill and empty. Clean, dripping, they rinsed under the open sprays, hands roaming.

In the hot tub the water lapped at their waists. Roxanne pulled Sienna close and spread her own cheeks. “Tongue. Slow.” Sienna’s mouth opened and she licked, tentative then hungry, tasting clean skin and the faint bite of lube. Blair knelt behind Francesca and did the same, tongue circling the older woman’s hole until Francesca rocked back onto it. Fingers joined tongues. Roxanne worked two slick digits into Blair’s ass while Blair’s tongue stayed buried in Francesca. Vibrating plugs buzzed to life. Francesca eased a slim one into Sienna, twisting until the nineteen-year-old sobbed and pushed back. The toys hummed inside tight rings of muscle. Pussies dripped into the water. Asses clenched and fluttered around tongues and fingers and silicone. Every woman grew desperate, holes greedy, clits swollen. The pledges whimpered, soaking wet, eyes glazed with the need to prove they belonged.

Roxanne climbed out first, water sheeting off her skin. “Final test. You fill us. Then you catch what we give back. And when we push out, you suck until we come.”

A bowl of cold fruit and candy waited on a low table: plump grapes, ripe strawberries, soft gummy bears. Sienna and Blair dried their hands and stepped up. Roxanne bent over a padded bench, ass high. Sienna coated a grape in thick lube and pressed it to the senior’s hole. The muscle yielded. The grape slipped inside, cold and round. Another followed, then a third. Sienna worked them deep with two fingers, feeling Roxanne’s ass suck them higher. Blair did the same to Francesca, sliding strawberries one by one past the tight ring, the fruit cool against hot inner walls. Gummies came next, squishy and sweet-scented, pushed in until both seniors were stuffed, holes winking around the last pieces, trying to hold everything.

They moved to the queening chairs. Roxanne settled first, thighs spread, ass lowered through the cutout until her filled hole hovered inches above Sienna’s upturned face. Francesca took the second chair over Blair. “Open,” Roxanne ordered, voice rough.

Sienna opened wide. Roxanne bore down. A grape popped free, slick and glistening, and dropped straight into the pledge’s mouth. Sienna caught it, chewed once, swallowed, tongue already out for the next. Strawberries followed from Francesca, red and juicy, landing on Blair’s tongue. Gummies tumbled after, sticky-sweet. The pledges caught every piece, mouths open, chins wet, swallowing fruit and candy that had been deep inside the seniors’ asses. More pressure. Roxanne grunted and pushed harder. Her hole flowered. The pink inner flesh began to protrude, a swollen rosebud easing out past the rim, shiny with lube and the last traces of fruit. Francesca did the same, her own prolapse blooming downward, soft and pulsing, right above Blair’s lips.

“Suck,” Francesca gasped. “Suck us until we break.”

Sienna rose and sealed her mouth around Roxanne’s prolapsed anus. She sucked gently at first, then harder, tongue flicking the sensitive folds, lips nursing the swollen rosebud. The taste was clean skin, faint fruit, pure arousal. Roxanne cried out, thighs shaking, the chair creaking as she ground down. Sienna licked in long strokes, then sucked rhythmically, drawing the prolapse deeper into her mouth, tonguing the center where it was softest. Blair mirrored her on Francesca, mouth wide, sucking the twenty-two-year-old’s rosebud with wet, filthy sounds, tongue circling, lips pulling. Both pledges reached up to stroke the seniors’ clits in time with their mouths.

Roxanne’s orgasm hit first. Her ass clenched and fluttered around Sienna’s tongue, the prolapse throbbing as she came, a raw shout tearing out of her. Juices ran down her thighs onto Sienna’s face. She kept pushing, offering more of the tender flesh, and Sienna never stopped sucking, licking through every spasm until Roxanne was sobbing and empty. Francesca followed seconds later, Blair’s mouth locked on her, tongue buried in the soft prolapse. Francesca’s hips jerked, ass pulsing, a long moan spilling as she came hard, the rosebud twitching against Blair’s lips. Blair sucked and licked until the senior collapsed forward, trembling, hole slowly drawing back in.

They stayed like that a moment, breathing hard, faces and asses shining. Then the seniors eased off the chairs. Roxanne pulled Sienna up and kissed her deep, tongue sliding in to taste herself and the fruit. Francesca did the same to Blair, slow French kisses, hands cupping asses still twitching from the play. “You’re in,” Roxanne said against Sienna’s mouth. “Full members of the Lesbian Anal Society. This room is yours now. Every toy, every chair, every shower.”

Blair laughed, breathless, forehead against Francesca’s. “When do we do it again?”

Francesca’s eyes already gleamed with the next plan. She glanced at the shelf of thicker plugs and the fresh bowl of fruit still waiting. “Tomorrow night. Same chairs. I’ll have new gummies, colder, and we’ll take turns filling each other until none of us can walk straight. I’ve already picked the order.” She squeezed Blair’s ass, scheming the exact sequence, the new toys, the longer enemas, already wet again at the thought of next time.