I had already beaten out eight other girls, and now only one remained: Veronica George. Veronica was a major bitch, a junior with long, blonde hair, green eyes, and pouty lips that were currently wrapped around the shaft of her dildo. She was hugely popular and was thought to have the hottest boyfriend on campus, though I thought he was nothing special. A typical tanned and oiled gym jock, in my opinion.
Veronica eyed me with challenge as she pushed her dildo down a half-inch. She was three-fourths down the shaft and I was likewise. So far, it was the furthest anyone had gotten the whole contest. But I could tell that I was going to have to go all the way down to the ball sack to win this one, because apparently, Veronica really knew how to suck a mean dick.
The trouble was, I was really close to gagging.
I gripped the rubbery flesh and pushed it down slowly, hoping I didn’t gag. I could feel it encroaching upon my tonsils and I struggled to keep the dreaded reflex at bay.
What if this were Stefan’s cock?
I had no idea where that thought came from, but it was a bad omen. Suddenly, all I could think about was Stefan gripping me by the sides of my head and throat fucking me for all I was worth.
The thought, while a huge turn-on for me, was terribly distracting, and along with all the yelling in the background, I found my focus slipping.
Still eying me, Veronica pushed the dildo even further down, causing a large bulge to appear in her throat. I began to panic. There was not much left for Veronica to take down. One more push and she would have downed the entire length of the 8-inch cock, winning the contest.
I had to act fast or it was over.
Eying her with defiance, I gathered my courage and tried to force the rest of the entire shaft down my throat. That’s when I nearly lost all of my lunch.
Shit!
The crowd around the table went wild as I wrenched the cock out of my mouth and gasped for air, hacking and coughing.
Across the table, Veronica jumped up, removed the giant dildo from her throat with ease, slapped it down on the table, and squealed in delight. “I win!”
Her words and joyous laughter felt like a knife in my heart. I’ll let you know now that I am very competitive and don't like losing . . . even a dumb ass dick-sucking contest.
Who had made up such a contest, anyway?
“It’s okay,” I muttered under the noise of the crowd as I wiped spittle from my lips with the back of my hand and regained my composure. “It’s a stupid contest anyway.”
I tossed the fat dick on the table beside Veronica’s saliva-covered one, glad to be rid of it. The rubbery flesh had left a nasty taste in my mouth, and I would be glad when I could go rinse with a minty mouthwash.
“Everyone, quiet!” yelled a voice, getting results. It was Hanna Jones, Kappa’s president, standing in the center of the room beside the table.
With long, dark hair that she wore in a girly ponytail and sultry, dark eyes, Hanna was dressed in a pink skirt and a white blouse that was tied in a knot to show off her tanned, flat midriff. Pink and white were our sorority’s colors, and I had been wearing more of it than I was used to, hopefully something that would taper off once my freshman year was over.
When the room finally quieted down, Hanna smiled at me. “Nice try, Bella. I was impressed. I never saw a new girl get so far before.”
“Thanks,” I mumbled. I still couldn't believe I had just participated in the contest. And even worse, I had lost.
“You should be proud,” Hanna continued. “You defeated eight other girls and nearly beat Veronica, our undefeated champion.”
“She wasn’t even close!” Veronica scoffed, folding her arms across her chest. “And you know it.”
“She came closer than any girl ever has to beating you,” Hanna pointed out. “You have to admit that.”
Veronica rolled her eyes. “Whatever you say.”
“Isn’t it time to choose the Sacrifice now?” one of the sorority sisters asked Hanna with breathless excitement.
I quirked an eyebrow in confusion. What was this? Were the girls not content with just holding a cock-gagging contest? Now they were into satanic rituals too?
“What’s a Sacrifice?” one of the other freshmen, Sara Delaney, asked. When I first joined the sorority, Sara and I had become fast friends, mainly out of necessity. Even within a sorority, there were cliques within cliques, so that meant new girls had to stick together.
Hanna’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “As most of our senior members here know, every once in a while, we honor a deal we have with our brother fraternity, Alpha Gamma.”
“And what deal is this?” Sara asked suspiciously.
A grin spread across Hanna’s face. She seemed to be enjoying this. “Just like we receive new sisters who must prove themselves, Alpha Gamma receives new brothers who must prove themselves as well. Every so often, an Alpha gets challenged by an upstart. If that upstart wins, he wins a special offering from Kappa Beta for one night.”