Date: Thu, 1 Sep 2016 12:44:57 -0400
From: steamgene@cox.net
Subject: Story #15 of A Fairy Tale by Larry Marian  - Iota Sigma Delta

Story #15 of  A Fairy Tale by Larry Marian

               Iota Sigma Delta

	Vickie sat in her sixth grade first block class listening to the
morning announcements when the person behind her - Jason, she thought -
tapped her on her shoulder blades with something sort of sharp and then
again on her left arm.  She reached around and found an envelope, a very
nice looking envelope with her name, not just Vickie, but her whole name,
and actually Victoria, not Vickie.

	She glanced up to see that the first block teacher, an older man
with a beard, was scrawling stuff on the chalkboard, so she opened the
envelope to pull out a thick off white card, again addressed to her by her
full name in a beautiful cursive handwriting.  She read:

To - and her full name again - is invited to join the XXX Chapter of Iota
Sigma Delta Sorority of Mary Mount Middle School.  If you are willing to
pledge, drop the enclosed RSVP into the slot of Locker # 1345A by this
Friday. Speak to nobody about this.  Lightly tapped to the card was a
smaller card, like the business card her mother always carried with "I want
to pledge Iota Sigma Delta" and a place to sign her name.  She read the
whole thing over again and quickly dropped both into her purse.

	Vickie had heard that name before. Very secret, but said to have
the smartest, cutest, most important girls in the whole school.  And she
was only brand new in the sixth grade.  What an honor. So after her last
class, she lingered for a minute while the teacher straightened up, signed
the card, and found Locker #1345A in the eighth grade hall, pushed the card
through one of the slots at the top of the locker door, and hurried back to
her locker and from there, home.

	The next day, when Vickie arrived at her locker,she found another
nice envelope taped to the inside of the door, looking as though it had
been pushed through the slit and then taped to the outside, almost
impossible to see.  She waited until she got to her seat in her first block
class to carefully read the message.  It read:

Get permission to stay after school tomorrow.  If you can't get permission,
put a note saying that in Locker #1345A and tell when you can stay.
Tomorrow or the day you can, leave school and go behind the baseball field.
There is a large oak tree behind center field that is about ten feet into
the woods.  Go there and stand looking at it like you were playing hide and
go seek.  Do not look around but you will be told what to do next.

	So Vickie got permission and after being nervous all through
school, she circled around the baseball field and found, just as the note
said, a large tree just inside the treeline.  She went up to it and looked
at it.  A few minutes later a girl said "Now, don't look around.  Shut your
eyes tight and we will guide you."  She did and felt two hands grasp each
arm to gently and carefully turn her around.

	Another voice said.  "Okay.  Don't move your head, but you may open
your eyes and start walking forward.  Follow instructions."  This she did
and ten minutes later she found herself being taken into a house, then
directed downstairs into a basement.

	A third voice said quietly and pleasantly.  "Don't be afraid.
Nobody is going to hurt you.  This will only be on for a couple of
minutes."  Then a hood dropped over her head.  In the silence she heard the
rustle of cloth and the sound of a zipper or two.  Then the hood came off
and she saw four girls standing in a line in front of her.  Each one wore a
pink hood with eye and mouth holes over her head but other than that,
nothing else - not even shoes.

	Vickie saw they were older and or more developed than she, with
well developing breasts and pubic hair, but neatly trimmed.  She looked
around and saw no trace of clothing.

	"You're surprised, right?" came a voice from the center.

	"Uh.  Yeah.  Shocked, maybe."

	"This is to keep us secret until you become a sister - if you
become a sister.  We know that you have never seen any of us nude.  You
won't see us undressing at Mary Mount."

	"Relax, Vickie.  You have to decide now if you want to pledge Iota
Sigma Delta or not.  We have the names of ten girls but will only take
seven at the most.  Do you want to be one of those possible seven?"

	Vickie thought for a minute.  She had heard rumors - and this
seemed so like what had happened to her over the past month.  "I think so.
Yes.  I want to pledge.  Do I need to strip now?"

	The four hooded, nude girls laughed. "Oh, no!  Not yet.  But
tomorrow, when you come to school, whatever top you wear, must be inside
out - label showing. If anybody mentions it to you, just tell them you will
take care of it, but don't.  Oh - and for extra points, make it clash with
your shorts or jeans or skirt.  Understand?"

	Vickie nodded.  "Uh, yeah."

	"Good. Pick up the hood.  Turn around, go up the stairs, take three
steps forward and stop.  Do not move your head.  You will be briefly
hooded.  The sisters upstairs will then tell you what to do.  Understand?"

	"Yes," she replied - a bit perplexed. But she did as instructed and
at the top of the stairs she was led to the front door, the hood was
removed and she was guided by two unseen girls to the corner and told which
way to turn to get home.

	The next day she was able to leave without her parents noticing
that she wore a brown skort with a purple top, worn inside out.  In the
crowded halls she wasn't noticed.  After all she was only a sixth grader
and most of the kids in her team and section had just met her.  One girl
said something to her after PE, and Vickie laughed and said "I'm so
embarrassed, but I was running late to fourth block."

	At the end of the day there was a note in her locker.  "Well done,
pledge. Tomorrow wear pants that are either too long or too short.  We are
sure there are some pants that are now too short that you can still wear.
Oh, and do not wear a bra or vest."

 	Vickie had to look a bit, but the next day her jeans ended just
above her ankles and her developing boobs were bare underneath her shirt.
So again she got a "well done" note in her locker and instructions to not
comb her hair nor wear a bra or vest.

	This went on for two weeks and from time to time she spotted
another girl who seemed to be strangely attired so that she wanted to ask
the question - Iota Sigma Delta?

	At the end of two weeks she got instructions to return to the tree
and the same thing happened and she was led to the same house, the same
basement.  Only this time the hood remained on longer and she sensed that
there were more people in the basement than before. Then the hood was
lifted and she saw that she was in a line of girls, two of whom she knew
and the other five she recognized.  In front of Vickie and the other girls
was a chair with a towel draped over it, a black bag and an empty glass.
Across from them were five girls, but this time, instead of being nude
except for a pink hood, they each wore a pink robe and the pink hood.

	"Okay, pledges.  Now comes your final challenge.  If you pass this
test you will be full members of Iota Sigma Delta.  The first part begins
now.  At any time you may decline and you may depart - but you will never
again be asked to join and you will have problems as long as you are in
Mary Mount if you say anything to anybody. Do you understand?"

	Each girl said, "Yes."

	"Good.  Now starting with the girl to the right, speak your called
name, your age,and your grade.

	"Betty, 11, 6th" N X

	"Franny, 12, 7th" N

	"Susie, 11, 6th" N X

	"Ruth, 12, 7th"

	"Vickie, 11, 6th"

	"Sue, 12, 7th" N

	"Tammy, 12, 7th" N

	"Gwen, 12, 7th." N X

	"Okay.  Now, you must be honest about this.  But no matter what,
this stays here, whether you leave or not.  Do you each understand?"
Again, a chorus of "yes."

	"Good.  Raise your hand and keep it up if you know what a blow job
is.  Vickie raised her hand, looked around, and saw seven other hands go up
slowly. "Okay.  Keep it up if you have given a blow job.  If you haven't
drop it."

	Vickie kept her hand up and watched Gwen, Betty, and Franny drop
theirs. "Okay, again, keep them up if you have given more than one blow
job." Susie and Tammy dropped theirs.

	"I think... I think that I don't want to do this anymore," Gwen
said.

	"Okay.  Remember you have sworn you will say nothing."

	"I remember."

	"Okay, you will be lead away." Two of the robed girls came and lead
Gwen towards and up the stairs.

	"Okay.  Keep your hand up if a boy has cum in your mouth."
Vickie's hand stayed up as did Ruth's and Sue's. "Keep your hand up if you
swallowed."  Sue's hand came down.  "Okay.  Keep your hand up if you've
blown more than one boy."  Vickie smiled as she remembered Walt and Mike
and then, just yesterday, Cindy's older brother Eddie.  She had gone to see
Cindy to find Eddie alone and who Cindy must have told as 15 minutes after
knocking on the door, she was lying half dressed on his bed giving him a
blowjob.  "Okay.  More than two," and Ruth dropped her hand.

	"Okay.  Looks like we have a winner in Vickie.  Okay, pledges, it
is now time for you all to strip and then sit in the chair in front of
you."

	"Uh.  No.  I can't do that," Susie said.

	"Your decision.  Your vow."  Vickie watched as Susie's head got
covered by a hood and was led away.

	"This is your last chance, pledges.  This is when Iota Sigma Delta
becomes "I suck cocks."

	"You mean you want us to suck some guy?  Now?  In public?"  Betty
asked loudly.

	"Yes.  Now, pledges, disrobe. Put your clothes in the black bag,
then set it on the floor behind your chair."  Vickie shrugged and pulled
her top off as all but Betty began to do the same.

	"Not me, but I won't say a thing," Betty said, looking like she
wanted to cry.  Immediately a hood came over her head as tops and bottoms,
bras and panties went into the black bags and the five girls went to sit in
the chair that had been in front of them.

	"You can sit the glass on the floor.  You can spit into them if you
don't want to swallow," the covered voice instructed.

	"But why are we naked?" Franny asked.

	"Three of the boys have never had a blow job.  Some boys cum very
quickly anyway.  You don't want to explain cum stains on your clothes.
That's what the towel and wash cloth are for. "

	"Okay. Since we seem to have one very experienced girl in Vickie,
she is going to demonstrate with one boy.  We will then bring them all out
for you to suck.  Then we rotate.  At any time, of course, you can stop,
but you will not be a Iota Sigma Delta.  You ready, Vickie?"

	"Sure," she said, calmly.

"Bring out Number Eight" the voice continued.  The cellar door opened and
another pink robed and hooded figure led a hooded and naked teen boy down
the stairs.  He seemed at least six feet tall, had a hairy chest for a
teenager and a very erect cock.  Vickie was sure it was bigger than either
Eddie's or Mikes.

	His hooded guide brought him to stand close before Vickie.  The
patch on the robe seemed strange for a moment and then seemed to show a
stylized dick and balls and a pair of lips around the tip.  Iota Sigma
Delta.

	"You may fear that the person in front of you is not a girl like
you were told.  We want you to be comfortable.  Reach forward and feel the
hair of the person who is going to suck your dick," the girl standing there
intoned.

	Vickie sat quietly and the boy's hand gently felt her hair, running
down the length to her bare shoulders.  "Run your hands down from her
shoulders.  They may be small, but do you feel boobs?"

	"Yes," and it was a deep, mature sounding voice, but muffled by the
hood.

	"Pledge, spread your knees so he may verify you are a girl."
Vickie complied and the boy knelt down so he could reach her damp pussy and
gently played with it, inserting a finger and rubbing her erect clit.  A
sharp gasp escaped her.  "Are you satisfied that a girl is going to give
you head?"

	"Oh, yeah."

	"Then stand up. Pledge, are you right or left handed?  Raise the
appropriate hand."  Vickie raised her left hand. "So.  Put his balls in
your right hand, take his prick in your left and begin to give him
head. Number Eight.  When you are about to cum, call out `about to cum.'
When you have finished call out `done.'" Enjoy, both of you."

	Vickie did as instructed, then brought her lips up to the
horizontal cock and kissed the broad tip, then licked the precum, and
raised it to kiss down the shaft to the hairy balls.  Once there she kissed
each one, then took each one in her mouth briefly before returning to the
cocked.  The boy groaned.  Slowly she brought it into her mouth, winding
her tongue around the hard, thick shaft, going down as deep as she could.
She heard gasps from the other girls and another groan from the nameless
male teen whose cock rested deep in her 11 year old mouth. She drew back,
and then began to move faster, up and down, tongue playing with the cock.
Two minutes went by. He began to breathe heavily.  She quickened her
strokes.

	"Oh, god.  I'm about to .. to .. oh, cum!" And he did, flooding her
mouth with a thick, sweet delivery.  Three times, she swallowed, two more,
not as much but another swallow, then a small one and a final swallow.

	"Done," he breathed and backed away.  "That is the best blow job
I've ever had. Damn, I want to know who you are."  With that he eased his
noble cock out of her willing mouth which she closed with a smile.  So this
was her fourth boy and eighth blow job: four with Walt, two with Mike, one
with Eddie and now one with Number Eight.

	"Bring down the rest of the boys and lead Number Eight to his spot
at the rear," the leader commanded.  The cellar door opened again and a
robed member led down a line of seven hooded, naked boys.  The line passed
down the row of seated totally naked girls until each of the five girls had
a boy in front of her so the leader called out, "Stop and turn to your
left."  The boys did so.

	Vickie looked at a boy who might be a classmate of hers - might
even be in the fifth grade.  He was short and thin.  His cock was hard, for
sure, but couldn't even be three inches long.  The leader began to give the
same instructions as before and the little boy dutifully touched her hair,
her small boobs and gingerly ran his small hand over her cunt, but did not
finger it at all.

	"Boys, if you are the last one who has not yet cum, you will be
told to withdraw and hopefully the next girl will finish you off.  Okay
girls, Iota Sigma Delta.  I suck dicks.  You may begin,"

	Vickie cupped the small nutsack in her right hand, took the small
pecker in her left and brought her lips to the head at which point the boy
shuddered and twitched.  No cum flew at her, but she knew at once that he
had climaxed.  "Oh, no!" he wailed, but she engulfed him and gave him two
rapid in and outs as he calmed down, then released the rapidly softening
baby pecker.  It hardly seemed fair to count him as number five but it
wasn't her fault he came so fast.

	Next to Vickie sat Franny, apparently giving the first blow job of
her life to a boy who looked maybe 12.  Franny had short blond hair and
melon shaped breasts, 32 Bs at least.  Less then a minute later that the
boy said, excitedly, "I'm about to cum!" and Franny drew back from the
boy's cock, dropping both her hands as his first jet of cum arched across
the short gap between face and crotch to land on her face.  The next two
hit her breasts, and the last her stomach. "Oh, I'm sorry!" the boy wailed.

	"This is why it's best to take it in the mouth," the robbed leader
said.

	Another boy said "Done," and the boy whose cum dripped on Franny's
face, boobs, and stomach took the wash cloth and began to clean Franny's
body.

	"I forgot.  Done," he said.

	"Oh, done," said Vickie's dry cummer.

	"Okay, boys, when your cock is hard enough so a girl can suck it,
say, `Hard.'"

	"Number Eight.  Really done and very hard."

	"Just `Done' and `Hard' if you want a girl to drain it for you
again.  That's four `done' and one `hard'." Then there were two more
`done's followed by three `hard's.  By the time Franny was free of cum, all
the boys showed stiff cocks.

	"Okay, boys, we shift down one and go through the same routine
again.  One of the staff will lead Number One back around, so second round
will be Numbers Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, and Seven.  The girls won't
move, but do check her out, We don't want any of you to come back and claim
we made you have gay sex."

	So the boys shifted and the young boy - maybe 13, probably 12,
lightly touched Vickie's hair, boobs, and pussy, but didn't finger her and
he didn't cum as she kissed his dick head, ran her tongue quickly down the
maybe four inch shaft, and came back to engulf him.  He seemed to last
almost two minutes before he said heavily, "cumming," and she tasted his
thin but sweet stuff - almost like 7UP, and she withdrew her mouth as his
shoots finished - four of them again, and he said "finished," just seconds
before another.  She glanced over at Franny, who kept her mouth on her
current boy's cock when he said "cumming," but she picked up the glass at
her side.

	So counting fast dry cum, this was number six total for her.  What
would number seven turn out to be?  Several minutes later, as the last boy
called "hard," another naked, hard dick appeared before her and her hair,
small boobs, and pussy got touched, though this time the boy played with
her clit and entered her love canal with first one and then two fingers.
He sniffed them and said "Ah, here is a woman."  She could not tell.  He
might be Indian.  He might be Mexican.  He seemed at least 13, maybe as old
as 15. But she sucked and tongued him for maybe five minutes before he
said.  "Cumming. Ariba.  Gracias." as his cum poured into her mouth.
Mexican, she assumed.  Franny, she saw, didn't spit.  She noticed that
other glasses weren't used.

	There was a bit of a wait before the next shift and the next boy
had a nice patch of pubic hair and some hair on his calfs.  When she began
her drill he let out a contented groan and after a minute or two began to
gently face fuck her while saying, "Yes, good.  Yeah.  Oh, good," over and
over.  Then he began to gently face fuck her, so she timed her movement to
enhance his going down deep as he pushed in and almost letting his love
sausage out of her mouth as he withdrew. Finally she felt him begin to
quiver.  "Oh, yes, baby.  I'm about to cum.  Let me cum.  Oh, yes!!!" and
she felt the spurts come.  Finally she withdrew and swallowed the
sweet-salty cum.  "That was great," he said weakly.

	Slowly three boys called "hard" and then there was a delay.  "Okay.
Rest time for the boys.  Girls, there is water for you if you want to rinse
your mouths.  We'll take about five minutes. "

	Vickie looked around at the three girls other than Franny and
herself. She remembered they were all 12, but so different.  Ruth had black
shoulder length hair, very small breasts, probably 30 AA's at the most, but
a nice growth of dark pubic hair.  Sue was a red head in a pony tail with
probably 34 B's and a light dusting of pubic hair.  Tammy had brown hair,
hanging half way down her back, maybe 30 Bs set off by a strawberry
birthmark between them, making it look like she had three nipples and no
visible pubic hair.  She also noted that five of the boys now sprouted good
hard cocks.

	"Okay, girls, sit back down.  The five who are ready will be led to
a girl who has not sucked that guy and we will play it by ear from now on."
So the girls sat back down and soon each had a fresh, hard boy standing in
front of them.  Vicki saw at once that her new boy, her 6th for the evening
and her ninth over all, was Asian, probably 13 or 14 with no body hair and
very sparse, straight pubic hair.  Without being told he fondled her hair,
gently caressed her small boobs, and fingered her wet pussy before offering
her his prick.  She took it eagerly, playing with it, tonguing it, actually
trying to french his slit, playing with his balls so that even though this
was his fifth blow job of the evening, he only lasted four minutes before
saying softly "Cumming," the first thing he'd said while she had his dick
in her mouth.  He was also the first to cum so she sat watching his cock
begin to rise again for several minutes before she heard the last "hard."

	So she soon looked at number seven, who looked like he had to be 16
or 17, with a hairy chest, a mass of pubic hair and a large, 7 inch or so
hard cock which angled up towards her mouth.  His hand went quickly through
her hair, then to her boobs which he played with for more than a minute,
tweaking her nibbles while he cupped the breasts themselves, before putting
first one and then two fingers in her wet snatch.  "Well, you sure seem
eager," he said.  "I think I'm really going to enjoy this blow
job... Ahhh!" as she slid her lips over the cock and began to give him her
best effort.

	Almost at once he began to gently facefuck her, his hips moving in
rhythm with her lips as her tongue wrapped and unwrapped itself around the
pleasure tool in her mouth.  Her hands went to his nuts and played with
them as she sucked.  She heard "cumming" and then again but he said nothing
more, just gave moans of pleasure.  "You are good, girl.  So good.  Oh,
keep sucking.  Keep blowing.  Do you suck on balls, too?"  With that, she
released his wet pecker, kissed down the shaft to his nuts and took one,
then the other into her mouth, rolled them around, and then went back to
the dick itself, bringing the red head back into her eager mouth.  "Oh,
yes," he breathed.  She heard "cumming," and then, from me, "Oh, me, too.
Me ...cumming," and he did.  She wondered how much he'd cum with the first
girl, as his load was still respectful.  "Done," he breathed.

	Vickie sat back.  Her mouth, she had to admit, was getting tired,
but it was fun.  So different, these cocks, she thought.  She listened to
the calls of "cumming" and "done" and then the first "hard" came.  She
squirmed in her seat and ran her hand quickly over her pussy, shagging
herself for a moment.  Be nice to get her cunt kissed or screwed, she
thought.  And then the fifth "hard" came, followed by two more after that.
The boys shifted and suddenly three of the robed and hooded girls stood up,
opened up their robes to reveal their nude bodies and walked to the three
empty chairs and sat down, then opened the bottom of the hood, revealing
their mouths.

	"This final round, there is a willing mouth for each hard cock.
Boys move down one.  Last one will be led to the final girl.  Please move.
And Vickie saw that her last boy was black - actually a light chocolate
brown and looked maybe 13 with no chest hair and a light scattering of very
kinky pubic hair from which jutted a 3 or 3 and a half inch hard cock,
bending to her right.  Like some of the other younger boys he searched her
quickly and lightly and moved forward so his purple cock head was almost
brushing her lips.  She took it in, tongue over the tip first.  He moaned.
As she took the small pecker all the way so the head touched the back of
her throat, he moaned again.  When she withdrew almost all the way, slid
her lips down again so they touched his actual crotch, then brought it back
so she could kiss the piss slit, he moaned again, and despite the fact he
had apparently already cum four times, she tasted cum as she heard
"cumming" and quickly moved her mouth forward to take the warm liquid.  She
held it in her mouth until he stopped - only three weak squirts before
"stopped" as she swallowed.

	"Thanks," the boy said through his hood.  She nodded her head.  She
sat and waited, listening to the "cumming" and "stopped," and "hard,"
coming raggedly and slowly from the boys.

	"Alright, you young cocks will now be led back to where you can
remove your hoods and get dressed.  We all thank you for your support and
your help.  Please now all turn to your right."  The boys did and began to
walk away.  Vickie stood up.

	As the last boy left and the door closed, the pledges all stood up
and there was a bedlam of girlish voices all speaking at once.

	"I never knew their things came in such sizes and shapes."

	"That first boy must have never been blown.  In my mouth for a
second and he came."

	"My last guy must have taken ten minutes.  He didn't cum.  He
dribbled."

	Vickie contributed. "I had a young guy - never been sucked.  Dry
cum when my lips touched his little dick."

	"I didn't know cum could taste so different with each one."

	"My first timer lasted at least a minute."

	"I can't believe it.  Sucking is fun."  This from Franny.  "I even
swallowed six boys."

	"All right, ladies.  You can get dressed now," and the girls all
reached for the black bag behind the chair and began to dress.  As each got
completely dressed, one of the hooded girls put a small pin on the girls'
top.  When all five were dressed and pinned, the five hooded girls said
together, "Now sisters, be proud of the fact that you have raised a good
deal of money this evening which will go to your school. Say all together:
"Iota Sigma Delta - I Seek Decisions - I suck dicks"! And they did.  Vickie
wondered what boy would be next.

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