The Stretch Sorority - Chapter 1

[heavyandhorny1]

So I was on this forum for the first time in a long time a few days ago and saw the story section and it inspired me to start a new story about stretching. I've always wanted to write a story based on this as it's one of my biggest fetishes, but haven't done it until now. 

I will warn you that I don't write quick stories, it's just not my thing. This won't go from 0-60 in 3 seconds. This first chapter basically has no stretching, so if you're not interested in reading it, or if you don't think it's right for the forum, just let me know. But I do plan on having Julie's and maybe others, holes stretched as far as possible. I will also be including other things like public nudity most likely.

I will also be posting this on Literotica which is where I post my other stories. My username is heavyandhorny.

Anyway, I hope some people enjoy it, I just finished writing it so hopefully there aren't too many mistakes!

The Stretch Sorority. - Chapter 1

Starting college is hard. Moving to another country to go to college is harder. And doing all of this while being an introvert is hardest. For some reason I decided doing a year abroad would be a good idea, it would broaden my horizons, teach me new things, add culture to my life, and overall improve my life. But as I sit here on a bench waiting for a taxi outside the airport everything is starting to hit me. It’s a new country, a new culture, I have no friends here, I know no one, and I am alone. My anxiety starts to take over and I feel like I have made a huge mistake.

“It’s only one year,” I try to tell myself, try to convince myself, but it doesn’t help much. This is such a huge leap outside of my comfort zone I don’t even know how to react. 

Finally my taxi arrives and I load my bags into the trunk with no help from the driver, no tip I guess. The ride takes an hour and I spend the time looking at the window, taking in the view. The rolling hills, the far off view of the ocean, and the city coming into range. It was beautiful, and somehow it put my mind at ease, even if just for a moment. The driver and I didn’t say a word the whole time, and that was fine, I didn’t feel like speaking anyway.

Eventually we pulled up in front of the hotel I would be staying at, at least for a while. Unfortunately the school only provided dorm rooms for first year students and this means I had to stay at a hotel, at least until I figured out where to stay. I didn’t have much time to look at rentals, and now most of the rooms were taken anyway. Just another thing to add to my situation, and my anxiety.

“Hi, I’m checking in,” I start as I get to the front desk.

“Name please?” the girl at the front desk asked with a smile.

“Julie… Julie McIntosh.”

After typing for a few minutes the girl finally replied, “ah yes, Miss McIntosh, I see we have a room for you for… ummm… two weeks, is that right?”

“Yes… for now… I might actually need it longer, is that OK?” I really hoped it would be.

“Hmmmm, let’s see…,” some more typing occurred in front of me, “yes… that shouldn’t be an issue, just be sure to let us know a few days before the end of your reservation.”

“Thanks… and ya… no problem,” I smiled.

“OK… Miss McIntosh, we have a standard room for you with a queen bed… your room number is 715, and you can find the elevators just over to your left.”

“Perfect, thank you,” I said as I grabbed the room keys from the desk in front of me.

“Do you need any help with your bags?”

“Ummmm,” I looked down at my two suitcases in front of me, my backpack and purse, “no I should be fine.”

“Ok great, well enjoy your stay, and if you need anything, anything at all please just let me, or one of my colleagues know.”

I smiled and reached down to grab my bags. My two suitcases constantly running into each other as I pulled them behind me, my backpack slipping off my shoulders, and my purse slipping from my back to my front and now dangling in front me. A normal person would have asked for help, but of course I didn’t.

Opening the door to my room was the first great relief I had had in over a day of travelling. I pulled my bags into my room and let them fall to the ground, followed by me falling onto my bed. It felt amazing. Finally I was home...ish. At least it was a place where I could relax, even if I didn’t really feel relaxed. 

For the next couple of hours I unpacked, putting my clothes away, figuring out the different plugs and adapters, finding out how to connect to the wifi, and finally having a shower with the surprisingly good water pressure. 

The sun started to fall and I layed back down on my bed, my long red hair flowing over my shoulders and onto the pillow behind me. As I layed there I could feel my stomach grumble and for the first time I realized I was hungry. I didn’t have the strength to go out and explore tonight so I did what anyone would do while in a hotel, order room service. A hamburger and an iced tea sounded perfect for the mood I was in. 

While I waited for my food to arrive and I threw on a pair of boy shorts, sweatpants and a tank top, before grabbing my laptop and sitting on my bed, watching some trashy reality TV. I had a couple of days before classes started, so at least I didn’t have to worry about that. But what I did have to worry about was finding a real place to live, unless of course I wanted to stay in a hotel for a year.

I started looking for rentals, somewhere close to school, walking distance at least. I needed my own room at a minimum, but I didn’t want to pay too much either. As I looked, the realization that I wasn’t going to find anything great started to set in. Everything seemed to be way too cramped, or way too expensive. Suddenly staying in this hotel room was starting to seem better and better. Of course I knew that went against the whole reason I was here, to meet new people, to have new experiences, to grow.

By some sort of fate the show I was watching showed some girls in a sorority and it was like a light bulb went off in my head. A sorority, or something similar would be perfect, even if it immediately gave me butterflies. It was so far outside of my comfort zone, but I knew it was the right thing, or at least the right thing to try, I had no idea if I would get accepted, or if I would even go through with it. 

I heard a knock at my door and let the server in with the roll away table. I grabbed my burger and jumped back up on my bed. What’s the point of a hotel if you can’t eat in bed. With one hand holding my burger, the other worked the computer looking for a list of sororities on campus. I eventually found one on the schools website and started to look down the list. Each one showed their name and a brief description of who they were, and who they were looking for. As I continued to read I realized that many of them wouldn’t work for me. Some of them were male only, other ones were looking for specific years, and some had weird requirements such as being from a certain region, or being on a school team. Obviously none of those would work for me. I did find five that looked like they would work though. Each one had an e-mail where you could message them and see if they were accepting new members. I e-mailed all five right away, excited about the responses.

The minutes of waiting turned into hours, and before I knew it, it was midnight. I refreshed my e-mails for the millionth time but no responses. My hopefulness was fading, and I decided it was time to go to sleep. I was tired from the trip anyway. I closed my laptop, washed my face, and got comfy in bed, watching some bad 90’s movie for a few minutes before passing out. 

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My eyes opened slowly as they got used to the sunlight peeking through the curtains in my room. I rolled over to look at the time and was surprised it was already 11:30am. Good thing I didn’t have class that day. I got up from bed, and pulled open the curtains looking at my view over the city. If I moved out of here this would be one of the things I would miss the most. After a quick washroom stop, and washing my face, I was back on the bed, laptop on my lap, ready to check my e-mails, almost sure there would be no replies. 

To my shock this was the opposite of what happened. Five e-mails sent, five e-mails received. A smile creeped on to my face. Suddenly I felt some hope again. I clicked on the first one.

 

“Julie,

Thank you for your e-mail. Unfortunately at this time we do not have any openings. Hopefully you find something that works for you, and keep us in mind next year.

Thank you.”

 

Not a great start, but there were four more. I opened the second one.

 

“Hi Julie, 

Thanks for thinking of us! But we actually have already finished our pledges for this year. Sorry! Maybe next year? Thanks!”

 

“Fuck,” I thought to myself. Still though, that was only 40% of the e-mails, I was trying to keep myself optimistic. But of course the next two e-mails were the same, thanks but no thanks. This left me with one more.

I nervously clicked on it, expecting the worst.

 

“Julie, 

Thanks very much for reaching out to us. We would like to discuss you joining our sorority….” 

 

I stopped reading there and almost jumped for joy. This was the break I needed. I didn’t even care if they were some kind of satan worshipping cult, just being accepted was all I wanted. I kept reading

 

“... if you are still interested. Please let us know and I will send over a brief outline of our philosophies and the steps you would need to take to join.

We look forward to hearing from you!

Thanks,

The Stretch Sorority”

This was by far the weirdest sorority I emailed. The “stretch” sorority, what did that even mean? It was strange, but also the only one with an opening, so what did I have to lose? I clicked reply and typed my response.

 

“Thank you for getting back to me! 

Yes I am still very interested. Please send me any information you have. I’d like to apply as soon as possible.

Thank you!

Julie McIntosh”

 

I clicked send and waited. I realized I shouldn’t sit there and stare at the screen so I decided to spend some time organizing my stuff again, put my suitcases in the closet, and generally tried to make the room a little more like home, if that was possible. I checked my e-mail again, but there was no response yet. 

I got changed into a pair of jeans and a hoodie and headed out to explore the city for a few hours. It was already after 12 so I grabbed lunch at a place just around the corner and then walked to see some sights not too far from the hotel. The weather was perfect, and I listened to music as I walked, which really made me feel better about where I was. My mind wandered thinking about the adventure I was on, how even if I didn’t get into the sorority there was so much for me to experience and learn while I was there. I thought about how I needed to break out of my shell, how no one knew me here, how I could be someone different, or maybe become who I was meant to be, without judgement, without comments from family and friends. I was determined to take advantage of my time here.

The sun started to drop again and I headed back to the hotel, this time picking up a pizza instead of doing room service. It would have been great going out with friends for dinner, but not having any here posed an issue. Another night of dinner in bed for Julie.

I got back to my room, changed into shorts and a t-shirt, and sat on my bed with my pizza. After a few slices and some terrible TV again I grabbed my laptop and checked my e-mail. Even though I waited so long, the thought of checking was always in the back of my mind, but I didn’t want it to control my day, and I was glad I didn’t let it. 

Up popped my e-mail and a reply from The Stretch Sorority.

 

“Hi Julie, 

It’s so great you are still open to joining. We actually have two spots left for the year and will be choosing our new members tomorrow night. But before we get to that let me tell you a bit more about us.

Our philosophy is built around being a group of like minded girls who want to stretch ourselves in every way possible, both physically and mentally. We support each other in everything, and help to push ourselves beyond what we think we are able to do, beyond what we think is possible. We have members who didn’t think they could run a marathon, and we help and push them to get there. We have members who want to be doctors but didn’t think they were smart enough, and we help and push them to reach their goals. We even have members who simply wanted to be able to do the splits, and again we helped them do that! :). 

The only thing we ask from you is to be open minded, willing to let us help and push you, and to trust us. Trust is so important to us. Do you think you can do that?

If so the first step is to send us three pictures. Now please do not overreact to these pictures. We only ask for these pictures to see if you truly trust us, if you are truly ready to be open and explore new things, even if they push you beyond what you would normally do.

If you are still interested please send us the following pictures:

1. Full frontal nude. We want to see you, all of you.

2. Full rear nude. We even want to see behind you. 

3. Bent over from behind. We want to see what makes you a woman. 

I know this sounds strange, and maybe even crazy, but we are here for you, we trust you, do you trust us?

Please send us those pictures by tonight as our event is tomorrow and we will need to send you the info before then.

Thank you Julie. We are excited to hear back from you. 

The Stretch Sorority.”

 

I think my mouth was agape while reading the whole e-mail. Was this real? Was this an actual e-mail that someone sent me? They want me to send them three nude pictures? I didn’t even know them!

I closed my e-mail and tried to forget about it. This was crazy. Another slice of pizza, more dumb TV, and finally a shower. I needed to get my mind off of the e-mail and the disappointment of not being in a sorority this year, and being stuck in this hotel for the year.

The more I tried to forget about the more I thought about it for some reason. The whole concept of the sorority seemed amazing, girls supporting girls, growing, pushing ourselves into something we never thought we would do, being better people, I wanted all of that. But nude pictures to people I never even met? That was crazy. I couldn’t do that. Right?

The night continued to pass by as I laid on my bed scrolling through instagram, watching random people and their lives of adventure. I wanted that, I needed that, that was the whole reason I was here. 

“Fuck it!” I finally said. So what if there are some nudes of me out in the wild? Did I trust the sorority? No, how could I? I haven’t even met them, but maybe this was just the crazy thing I needed to do to really get this year started. Of course it could also lead to embarrassment and disaster, but I never took risks, I never did anything I wasn’t sure about. Coming here, being on my own, this was supposed to change that, and now was my chance to truly do that. “Fuck it,” I said again and got up off the bed. 

I took my rob off letting it call to the ground. I stood naked in front of the full length mirror in my room and grabbed my phone. My 5’10” pale white body completely exposed. It had been a while since I had looked at myself like this. My small chest staring back at my, my skinny body looking better then I remembered, a small smile broke out on my freckled face. I opened the camera and took the first picture, everything from my toes to the top of my head included. I turned around and took a similar picture from the rear, my little ass centered in the frame as I click the picture button. That left only one picture to go, the “bent over show us you’re a woman” one, the most risky, the most crazy. I bent at my waist and turned my head back looking in the mirror. You could clearly see my pussy and my asshole was just barely peeking through my ass. If it was another person I would say they looked hot, but my brain struggled with the thought as it applied to me. I took the picture and quickly put my robe back on. 

Back on my bed I opened my laptop and looked at the pictures that had already synced with my account. I couldn’t believe I was looking at myself naked. It was almost surreal. I had never taken pictures like this before, but here I was, and if I was being honest I liked it. I could feel my pussy getting a little wet as I scrolled through the three pictures, but I resisted doing anything about it, it just felt, wrong, strange, something, considering it was myself.

I opened the e-mail from the sorority and clicked reply.

 

“Hi, 

I thought about everything you said, and I decided I still want to join. Hopefully I am sending this in time. Please still consider me. Thank you.

Julie.”

 

I attached the three pictures and pressed send before I could re-think the decision. They were gone, and my life was suddenly changed. It felt liberating, it felt scary, it felt like something I had never felt before.

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I clearly passed out the night before as I woke up to find my laptop still open beside me, although completely dead and the TV on. I really had to get a better handle on my sleep, having a TV right in front of me obviously wasn’t something I was good at handling.

My brain started to wake up as I turned in bed, and as it woke up I remembered the night before, the e-mail, the pictures, and my face immediately went red. When I sent the pictures it seemed to make sense, something I had to do, but now after a good night's rest suddenly I wasn’t so sure. Suddenly I was worried.

I got out of bed and found my laptop charger, plugged it in, and quickly connected my laptop to it, turning it on and waiting for it to boot up. When it finally opened I quickly opened a browser and my e-mail checking to see if there was a reply from the sorority, there was. I felt nervous immediately, butterflies took over my stomach. I clicked it open.

 

“Julie, 

Thank you for the wonderful pictures. You are truly beautiful. Thank you for trusting us. 

There is no doubt in our mind that you would be a great fit for us. There is however one more step to be accepted. We are having an event tonight and there will be ten candidates there, including yourself. By the end of the night we will have chosen the two applicants who we feel will best fit our sorority. I truly believe you can be one of the two.

The address for the event is 121 Pine Rd. The event starts at 8pm, please do not be late. Also, the dress code is semi-formal, and the one request we have is that you wear a dress or a skirt. 

Thank you again Julie, and I hope to see you tonight.

Kat.”

 

As soon as I read the word ‘beautiful’ I started to blush. No one really calls me that, maybe my mom, but no one else… it was nice to hear. And I realized I finally got a name from someone, Kat. I wasn’t sure who she was, but she seemed nice so far and that was enough for me. Suddenly I felt excited for the event, but knowing that there would be another nine girls trying to get one of the spots did make me nervous. I also wondered how the decision would be made. How would they widdle down the applicants to just two?

I tried to keep my mind off of what was to come that night, I went out for a walk, I went on a tour of the city, I called my family back home, I took a shower and tried to take a nap, but during the entire day the upcoming event was always planted somewhere in my mind. Before I knew it, it was 7pm and time to get ready. I dried my hair and put on some light makeup. I didn’t know how fancy the event really was going to be, and I always tended to dress more casual than most, so I went with a pair of sandal wedges, a dark red skater skirt with a pair of lace boy short panties underneath, and on top a fancy white t-shirt tucked into the skirt, and a white bra underneath. It was fancy-ish, and I hoped it was good enough, and to be fair I didn’t have a lot of other options. I looked at myself in the mirror and took a deep breath before looking at the clock.

Grabbing my purse I went downstairs and ordered an uber to take my to 121 Pine Rd. I felt nervous and a little sweaty. I took another deep breath to try to calm myself. My hands were on my knees before coming up and playing with the hem of my skirt nervously. Another deep breath. I checked my phone and it said we would arrive in 1 minute. Part of me wanted to ask the driver to turn around, to take me home, but I knew I couldn’t, I knew I had to do this, I needed to push myself to do new things, otherwise why was I even here?

The car pulled up in front of a large red brick house on what seemed to be a normal residential street. As I walked up to the house I looked around, the windows were all closed, and I couldn’t see any lights on inside. I started to think it was the wrong house, maybe I put the address into the app wrong? As I got closer to the front door I saw a sign which at least confirmed I was in the right place.

 

“Welcome Applicant. 

Put on a mask and come inside. Do not tell anyone your name or reveal your face.

The Stretch Society”

 

The night was getting stranger by the second it seemed, but I did as the sign said. I grabbed a mask and looked it over. It would cover my whole face and was white with a simple elastic around the back. I took yet another deep breath, put the mask on, and walked through the door.

Inside the lights were dim and I saw a large wooden staircase straight ahead. Within a few seconds someone walked up to me and tapped me on the shoulder, I was startled and turned to look at them. Unfortunately their face was covered too, but with a black mask instead of white.

“Hello applicant. We are glad you are here. Please follow me,” the stranger said.

“OK,” I said, not knowing what else to say or do.

I followed this stranger through a library and into a large room filled with people. Around the outside edges had everyone wearing black masks, and in the middle were nine girls lined up with white masks. In front of the girls was a long wooden bench of some kind with three boxes on top, draped with a red fabric. I felt like I was in some kind of cult movie. It was strange.

“Please stand at the end of the line,” the stranger said, pointing to the line of girls in white masks, before walking to the edges to join the other black mask wearers.

I did as she said, confused, a little worried, but not having time to think. I realized that I was the last one to arrive and I immediately worried I was at a disadvantage. I took another deep breath trying to calm myself. It didn’t work.

One of the black masked girls walked out from the edge and began to speak.

“Everyone, thank you for being here tonight. This is an important night for everyone. For those who are already part of us, we get to welcome two new women to our group, two women who want to stretch themselves just like we have, and continue to do. And for the applicants standing here, we are so happy that you chose to join us tonight, and we wish you the best of luck. In a perfect world you all could join us, but unfortunately that cannot happen. 

Tonight we will present you with three different tasks. The two girls who perform the best, and progress the furthest will be accepted into The Stretch Society tonight, and will join all of us in our quest to push ourselves beyond what we thought was possible, but physically and mentally. Applicants… are you ready to begin?”

My mind raced, suddenly I felt like I wasn’t ready for this, like I made a huge mistake, but I also felt like I couldn’t leave, like I had come so far, I had sent nude pictures even, how could I leave now?

“Yes…” all nine girls replied, but not in any form of unison.

My heart was beating faster and faster, what was I going to have to do?

“Great. Thank you again for being here,” the leader in the black mask said, “and I would like to say that you may leave at any time, but if you leave, you will never have the opportunity to join again. We are not here to force you, we are here to help you grow, but only if you want to.”

There was a pause. I swear my breathing and beating heart was echoing around the room.

“To begin, please remove your panties and place them in the basket,” the leader said with all seriousness.

If I wasn’t wearing a mask everyone would have seen my mouth hanging open and my eyes stretched wide. I looked to my right and all of the other applicants were bending over and removing their panties without question, although trying to keep their skirts and dresses down at the sametime. I was in shock, but without knowing my body began to do the same thing. I bent over slightly and slid my panties down to my ankled, stepping out of them, picking them up and placing them in a basket another black mask wear was carrying.

Standing there with no panties on was surreal, but somehow also exhilarating. I had never done anything even close to this before, and part of me was liking the excitement, even though I would never tell anyone. I waited for the next instruction, not sure what it would be. I looked over at the other applicants and they seemed to be just as nervous as me, looking straight ahead, not sure what to do. Finally the leader spoke again.

“Thank you very much applicants. We all know this is a new experience for you, but remember we have all gone through this before. We succeeded and you can too. I will now be showing you the first task. Remember you may leave at any time.”

The leader motioned to a couple of other black mask wearers and they came forward to the bench in front of us, moving to the first box and lifting it. I couldn’t believe my eyes when the box was removed the item under it was revealed. A black dildo stood proudly on the bench, bent slightly backwards, staring at us.

“Applicants. This is your first task. You must sit on this dildo and insert it into your vagina as deep as you can. If you do this you will move to task number two. And again, if you would like to leave, now is your chance.”

I looked over to my other applicants and could see the uneasiness among them. Everyone around the room stood straight and without emotioned it seemed, waiting to see what everyone would do. My eyes looked at the dildo sitting there and I thought about what I wanted to do. Could I do this? Could I sit on a dildo in front of everyone? If it wasn’t for the mask I probably wouldn’t, but by wearing it, it was like I wasn’t really there, like I was some kind of alternate version of myself, I could do what I wanted without anyone knowing. I decided to say.

“Fuck this,” I heard from beside me as the girl standing there turned and walked out of the room. Two other girls followed her leaving only seven of us. Suddenly I felt like I had a chance after all.

The first girl in line went up and pulled her dress up over her ass and lowered herself on to what looked like an 8” inch dildo. She slowly lowered herself on to it about half way before standing back up and getting in line. The second and third girl followed suit before the fourth girl chickened out and left, six applicants left. The fifth girl who was now the one beside me walked up and pulled up her skirt and quickly sat down on the dildo taking it completely inside of her in one quick movement. Before I could even think of what just happened she was back in line. A murmur moved through the room. I swear I could see a smile through her mask.

Now it was my turn, I was applicant six. I nervously walked up to the bench, my hands grabbing the fabric of my skirt. I bunched it up and started to move it above my ass as I swung my leg over the bench. I looked down and could see the large dildo underneath me. I shimmied myself up so it was directly below my pussy and I slowly lowered myself down onto the intimidating toy below me. 

The head moved between my lips before going inside, my pussy was a lot wetter then I realized and the toy slid easily into my hole. I kept going, waiting for it to bottom out, my mind sure I would end about half way down the toy just like the first girls. But to my astonishment, and it seemed everyone else's too, I just kept going lower and lower, and finally I felt my ass on the bench. I had taken the whole dildo into my pussy and it felt amazing. I caught myself though and quickly stood up, straightened my skirt and got back into line. Another deep breath.

The leader spoke up again. “Wow, I think I speak for everyone when I say we are impressed. You are truly remarkable women. Now we will move on to task number two.” She motioned again to the other members and they came forward to lift off the box, this time revealing another dildo, but this time smaller, maybe 6 inches. “The task is the same, but the hole is different. This time you need to insert this dildo into your ass. And do not worry about any messes, we do not judge, we only support. You may begin.”

My mind raced, “my ass!,” I thought to myself and started to panic. One time a boyfriend put a finger in my ass and while I protested it did feel good. But I never had anything else in there, and now I was supposed to sit down on a dildo in front of all of these people? I took yet another deep breath, trying to calm myself. One of the applicants walked behind me and left as I continued to breath deeply. Five left.

The first two girls walked up, lifting their skirts again, and slowly lowered themselves on to the toy. It was clear they didn’t like it, I could hear a grimace, but they did what they could, taking about half of the dildo into their ass. When the second girl lifted off the toy there was a distinct brown streak running along it, my stomach turned, but within seconds one of the black masked helpers was there to clean it up. The third girl came forward and got in position, but when the toy touched her ass she immediately stood up, letting her dress fall back down and left sobbing. Now there were four.

The girl beside me who impressed the first round went up confidently to the bench, bunched up her skirt, lined up the toy and started to sit down on it without hesitation. At first she took about half before moving up slowly and sinking back down letting the whole 6 inches sink deep into her. I couldn’t believe it, and I also knew I was going to have to push myself more then I thought, I just hoped it wouldn’t hurt as much as I thought it would.

Now it was my turn, I closed my eyes for a moment to calm myself and walked up. Again I bunched up my skirt feeling the cool air run across my pussy. I lined up the toy and began to push down on it. I could feel it slowly spread my hole, the head creeping inside. I wasn’t sure if I liked it or hated it, but at least it didn’t hurt like I thought it would. Slowly I inched my way down, taking more and more. I wasn’t sure how far down I’d gone until I lowered my head to look. I was almost at the bottom. The shock of it was too much for me and I quickly stood up, feeling the toy pop out of my tight ass, my face blushing under my mask. I got back inline and stared at the toy in disbelief, not only was I shocked by the fact that I did it, but also embarrassed as I saw the clear signs of shit on the top of the toy. The cleaners quickly fixed the issue, but still, I couldn’t help feel like I had done something wrong. 

“Well ladies, you have impressed us again. Four of your remain and we have one task left. After this we will decide you will join us, and who will not. Good luck,” the leader said quickly before stepping back into the outer ring.

The two helpers stepped forward again and removed the third box, this time revealing the same two dildos, but now positioned together. The leader never told us what to do, but it was obvious, and maybe part of the test. None of the applicants left this time meaning there were four of us battling for the final two spots. The first girl went up and positioned herself over the toys. The larger dildo started to enter her pussy as she lowered herself, but the smaller one only just entered her ass, she was struggling and everyone could tell. She tried to push herself further, tried to get more into herself, but she couldn’t. I felt bad for her, but also more confident that I could beat her.

The second girl did better, getting about half of each dildo into her holes, but again she struggled, you could tell she wasn’t enjoying herself anymore, you could tell she wished she wasn’t there. 

Now it was time for the girl beside me to go, the clear front runner, the one everyone wanted to see. She strode up to the bench confidently again, lifting her skirt and getting half of each toy into her without any trouble. After a couple of bounces, and I think a moan as well she buried both toys deep into her holes. I was amazed and turned on. There was no denying how hot it was to see this girl do this in front of everyone. She stayed there for a second, holding the toys in her, moving slightly, clearly enjoying the feeling. God she was so impressive.

Finally she stood up and it was my turn. There was no way I could beat her, but I felt like I could beat the others. I had to beat the others. “You can do this,” I said to myself under my breath. I had stopped even thinking about why I was doing this, and I was just doing it. Standing over the toys with my skirt bunched up I lowered down. The larger toy entered my pussy first and it felt amazing. The night's festivities had turned me on so much. If I was allowed too I would have loved to have just rode that dildo until I came all over it, but that wasn’t the task. I had to stay focused. I lowered more feeling the smaller toy enter my ass. Strangely it felt good too. I lowered further and further. I focused on the feeling as the toys spread my holes and made my pussy drip. Lower again. I heard murmuring. I didn’t know how much I had taken, I just kept going, it felt good, it felt great, I loved it. Before I knew it my ass touched the bench again. I was sitting there, almost relaxed, with two black dildos stuffed in my holes, people around me staring at me. How did I get here? Is this what I wanted? It turns out it was because for some reason I felt proud of myself, I had gone so far outside my comfort zone I couldn’t even see it anymore. 

I pushed myself up off the toys and got back inline. If anyone could see under my mask they would have seen a huge smile. I knew I had done it, I knew I was in the top two.

“Thank you ladies. You all are truly amazing. What you have shown here tonight is that you are willing to push yourselves, to stretch yourselves, to be the best you. We thank you for showing us, and we are in awe. Unfortunately as you know only two of you can become part of The Stretch Sorority,” there was a pause as everyone seemed to come to a realization on who was staying and who was going, “and I think you know who you are. Applicants one and two, we want to thank you for joining us, we all know you will go on to do amazing things, unfortunately you will not be able to do them here with us. We wish you the best.” 

The leader stopped talking and the two helpers emerged again, gently leading the two losing applicants out of the room.

“Now,” the leader started, “applicants three and four, congratulations! You have done it! What you have shown us today is that you can push yourself beyond what you thought was possible, to break out of your comfort zone and to truly stretch your potential. We are all so happy to welcome you to The Stretch Sorority!”

The room erupted into cheering and I felt a huge smile grow on my face. I had done it. Suddenly being away from home didn’t seem so bad, I felt like I at least knew where I would be calling home for the next year, and hopefully where I would be making some new friends.

The leader spoke again, “Now! The final step for initiation is much easier than the others, I promise,” the leader and the room chuckled, “the final step is to remove your mask and introduce yourselves to your new home.”

The girl beside me went first, lifting her mask to reveal a beautiful pale skinned face, almost model like, “My name is Emily Keen and thank you for having me!” she spoke up.

I smiled at her from under my mask before turning back towards the leader, reaching up and grabbing my mask, lifting it from my face and speaking for the first time, “My name is Julie McIntosh… and I’m so happy to be here…” I wasn’t sure what to say.

“Welcome!” The room erupted and everyone took off their mask. I looked around and smiled, I looked at Emily and we laughed at each other. Suddenly any worries I had seemed to wash away. I felt relaxed for the first time in days.

The leader walked up to me and gave me a hug without warning, “Julie! I’m Kat, I’m so happy you came and passed the tasks, I KNEW you would fit in here!”

I smiled again, it seemed to be all I could do now. For the rest of the night everyone mingled, drank and ate. It was relaxing and fun and I loved it. I felt so at home here, and I just knew I was going to enjoy every minute over the next year. I finally knew I had made the right choice.

Edited October 21, 2020 by heavyandhorny1

[Sallyman]

Nice, can't wait for the next chapters

[dunhill]

A perfect start for a fantastic story, I would say!  

Thank you for this intro into 'The Stretch Sorority'. A pretty sophisticated idea! I like that it is a sorority just for women. It's good that you narrate your story quite detailed. I like that Julie looses her disconcertment during her test and finally enjoys her admission.

I hope we will read a lot more about Julie and her progress in stretching her body openings - of course especially in stretching her ass! 

[akuiladellanotte]

Intrigante e piacevole alla lettura, per niente noioso
Aspetto i prossimi capitoli con fervore

[qwarkxan]

A perfect setup for a story with a lot of room to expand on it ...

Thank you!