Beneath the rather short plaid cotton skirt I was told to wear, I wore no panties this evening. As directed, moments before I had been languishing in the tub, shaving my pussy completely bare. Now, standing near the window of my dorm room, I could feel the cool early autumn breeze almost climbing my legs like a spiral staircase and tickling my smooth pubis and the uncovered twin mounds of my backside. My scanty attire was completed by a pair of sheer black silk thigh-high stockings, the kind you don't need a garter belt to support, and black open-toed heels. My toe nails had been painted a crimson red, as had my finger nails. The only jewelry I was allowed was a pair of simple pearl earrings and a plain string of pearls around my neck. Now, all I could do was wait for my escorts to arrive to take me to the initiation.

As my dorm room door opened behind me, I turned to see Carol and Jesse enter. "Let's go, Lindsay", Carol said as they approached me across the room, each taking me by an arm. I wasn't allowed to speak as we went downstairs, then outside and proceeded across the quad and to the other side of College Street and the sorority house. The porch light was on, but as Jesse opened the door, I noticed that it was dark inside. The only sign of light was the flickering of what I knew must be a single candle illuminating the main room just beyond the foyer. My two companions led me to the center of the enormous, high-ceiling room and told me to stand motionless on the oval, braided rug in the middle of the polished hardwood floor. The candle flickered on the side of the room I was facing, but the people who stood along each of the four walls surrounding me were just vague, dark shapes in the minimal light. They were all clothed in dark, monk-like robes with hoods. I assumed they were the current members of the sorority, but couldn't be totally certain of that fact.

Suddenly, the eerie silence was broken. "The initiation shall begin!", rang out a voice I immediately recognized as Kristen Porter's. She was the president of FOOT and, therefore, the most popular girl at State. Kristen continued, "You will follow my instructions without hesitation and without question. If you do not fail in that task, you shall soon be welcomed into this Sisterhood." I found myself nodding yes, almost unconsciously, so wrapped up in the atmosphere of the moment as I was. Once again Kristen's voice came from beneath the hood of one of the figures standing nearest the candle across the room. "Unbutton your blouse and let it fall completely open," she said. I complied at once. "Very good," she responded, "now lie down on the rug." Again my obedience was instantaneous. My open blouse fell away to each side as I stretched out full-length on the rug, my full bosom was exposed to all who might be watching these events transpire.

At that precise moment, a flash of light blinded me. A spot light overhead had been illuminated and I found myself in the center of its glowing circle. I quickly regained my eyesight, but now it was virtually useless since I was in the only portion of the room that was well lit. Kristen spoke. "You must remain passive and keep your arms at your side during the next portion of the rites." Two black-robed shapes suddenly appeared on either side of me. I could see nothing but their bare feet protruding from the bottom hem of their near-floor length garments. Each one's toes were painted with exactly the same shade of red polish as my own. They each raised their right foot and proceeded to begin lightly massaging my quivering breasts. I almost gasped each time one of their toes or soles of their feet grazed my nipples. My spongy teats were stiffer than ever under their ministrations and I even began to feel a familiar warm moistness start between the shaven junction of my closed thighs.

"Remove her skirt now," came the voice from the dark again. My two companions ceased their attention to my heaving bosom and bent down to my waist, peeling my skirt down my nylon-covered legs and over my high-heel shod feet. They tossed the plaid garment aside, out of my sight. "Spread her open now," Kristen commanded. Each of the two passed an arm beneath the underside of my knees and, taking grip on my inner thighs, gently spread my legs fully apart. I felt much like a turtle must feel when he finds himself on his back with his soft underbelly exposed and vulnerable. A third person entered the circle of light at my feet. Moving between my wide-spread legs, she put the ball of her foot firmly against my hairless pubic mound and began to apply gentle, but increasing, pressure. She moved her foot rhythmically, her toes and sole and heel all taking turns rubbing my now damp tender pussy. from time to time, her big toe found its way to the area just above my hooded clitoris.

My little bud became hard and shiny with my juices and pushed its way out from its shelter. Suddenly she ran the ball of her foot right across my now throbbing clit and my legs spasm as I bucked hard against it. My buttocks lifted from the floor for an instant. She removed her foot, and the pre-orgasmic muscle tightening began to subside. As I caught my breath, I realized I had almost climaxed here in the middle of a room full of people. My pussy was soaked with juice and my clit still tingled. I was almost beside myself with desire to cum. "The initiate will now masturbate for us and will not stop until she has achieved full orgasm," Kristen said, seemingly reading my mind. One of my hands raced between my legs and began diddling my swollen clitoris. The shadowy figure between my legs slowly faded away backward into the dark outside the circle of light.

As I began to play with myself in earnest, the other two girls next to me each took one of my heels, raising it almost vertically from the floor, my legs still splayed wide open. I rubbed and fingered my eager cunt furiously, my middle finger slipping down the juicy slit to my tight little anus. Then, two more figures made their way to my feet. They were much taller and of larger frame than the other people I had so far see. I soon discovered why, as they slowly raised their robes up over their waists in unison, revealing two huge, throbbing, fully erect male organs, one black, one white. They each laid their stiff cocks against the bottoms of my feet so that my heels were pressed at the juncture of their shaft and sac. The black man's penis was fully twice as long as my foot and I could see several inches of the ebony rod and bulbous purplish head above the tips of my toes. The white one wasn't as thick or as long, but it still filled the length of the sole of my other foot. As I continued to masturbate, they moved their cocks against my feet.

We all began to move faster, my fingers on my cunt, their cocks on the soles of my nylon covered feet. Then, acting once more in unison, each of the men reached and ripped the stockings from my legs and feet, baring my soft skin to their hardened members. Now they too stroked themselves with a hand around their shaft and pressing the tips against my soles. At last I could not hold back and my entire being was racked with the convulsive throes of orgasm. I came and came and came and then the white man grunted, and I saw and felt an explosive thick, gooey jet of cream squirt along the bottom of my foot and over the tips of my toes, followed by five or six more powerful spurts of cum. It drizzled down to my instep and along my shin. he pressed the tip of his spent cock tightly against my foot, squeezing out several more oozing droplets of cock-cream.

Then, the enormous black cock began to spew forth its juicy cum-load. It sprayed high into the air, I had never seen a cock squirt so hard or far. There were at least a dozen or more tremendous eruptions from the exploding monstrous organ, gushers of cream that arched upwards and then fell hot and wet on my thighs, belly, and chest. When the black man's ejaculation ceased, the two girls released their hold on my legs and they began to hungrily lick the thick gobs of cum from my soles and toes. One at a time, they knelt beside me on the floor and pressed their cum glazed lips against mine, insinuating their tongues into my mouth to share with me their creamy bounty. Then, they too were gone. The spot light suddenly went out and then the perimeter of the room was lit with candle after candle. "Arise, Sister," said Kristen, and I knew I had passed my initiation.