The Holding Game
Chapter 1

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Coercion, Lesbian, BiSexual, Fiction, Incest, Uncle, Niece, FemaleDom, Spanking, Humiliation, First, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Masturbation, Petting, Sex Toys, Squirting, Water Sports, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Public Sex, School,

Desc: Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Rebecca is a good student. She has a scholarship and a 4.0 GPA. But she want some excitement and the Sorority is the ideal place to find some excitement. She finds more than she bargained for.

The party had to be one of the best that I had ever gone to since I had arrived two years earlier on the Stanford campus. I was not really a party girl type and spent most of my free time studying to maintain a 4.0 GPA and keep my academic scholarship. Even though I was the offspring of stanch generations of Republicans, I tended to keep my options open and generally agreed with most liberal concepts.

All of my friends called me Rebecca or sometimes just Becky for short. In all honesty my real name was Candy but I certainly did not want to be called Candy by anyone I called a close friend.

I was lucky to have those genes that made my body into an almost perfect hour-glass with a little more on the bottom than on the top. No matter how much I tried to lose weight, I never lost a single ounce from my very curvy hindquarters. I got my "thing" at a very early age and ever since that time I pretty much took care of my sexual impulses with my own talented fingers or used one of many devices I had rigged for optimum enjoyment. At the ripe old age of 19, I was a true virgin physically, if not in my very dirty and depraved mind.

I am ashamed to confide that shortly after my "sweet sixteen" party I often would bounce with carnal intent on the lap of any male relative available for my use. The only exception to that was my very up-tight father who frowned on such behavior. Just the touch of a male rod between my legs was all I needed to "get off" with very little effort on my part. The fact that I was the only girl with 4 male siblings gave me a nice selection to choose from. My brothers pretty much figured I was just their "dopey" little sister and never gave it a second thought. Only my Uncle Buck tumbled on my act right away. He never let an opportunity pass to run his inquisitive fingers right up into my crack and even down into my nicely shaved pussy. I acted like I had no idea what he was doing and concentrated on the Television or listened to my Aunt with total attention. One time he was so vigorous in his groping that I let off a short spurt of pee before I could stop it from coming out.

Of course, I was totally mortified but afterwards in the privacy of the bathroom, I squatted on the toilet and let it all come out imagining Uncle Buck's hand right there to catch it. I felt guilty about that for several days.

When I moved out to college, I was completely alone to take care of my needs. My room-mate was a strange "Goth" inspired girl who shunned physical contact with both male and females.

I was really happy when some of my female classmates asked me to pledge to their Sorority in my second year. They told me how much fun they had at the parties and the "get-togethers" at the Sorority house off-campus. My life had become so boring, I jumped at the chance.

This party was the second one I had gone to at the Sorority house and it was really a fun event. There were about a dozen Sorority sisters and 3 or 4 pledges and even about a half-dozen males invited to add some spice to the evening.

They had this lovely "conversation pit" that made a comfortable circle of closeness and cameradie that touched a sympathetic chord deep inside my private core.

With my two class-mate friends on either side of me, I was invited to participate in a contest to accelerate the pledging process. The 3 of us would stand in the center of the pit and the last one to pee would win automatic credentials. It sounded like fun, so I agreed.

Now I understood why we were all wearing tight light-colored pants. It was to reveal the losing girls naughty releases for all the others to mock and ridicule. I was determined to win at all costs.

In order to get us "ready", we had to drink a full pitcher of beer. I know the beer was to make us go quicker but it also had the effect of making me a bit tipsy and giggly for I was not accustomed to drinking that much beer.

My two opponents were Mimi and Doreen.

Mimi was a very petite girl and I wondered where she had stored the pitcher of beer. It was obvious that she was a little inebriated as she had difficulty in just remaining in an upright position. Still, she seemed a resilient girl and her lips were set in a determined pucker.

Doreen was more like me. She had generous breasts that were spilling out of her see through blouse and her tights were so tight that her camel-toe was visible to one and all. When she turned around, her ass cheeks jumped like they had minds of their own whenever she made the slightest movement.

I knew that I must have looked like a slut because I had worn the sheer bandana top I bought just for the privacy of my own bedroom. My shorts were borrowed from my "Goth" room-mate and were a size too small for my heart-shaped bottom. She told me not to get them dirty, but now that I was in a "Hold your pee" contest, I was not quite certain if I would be able to keep that promise.

The game coordinator told us to bend over and wiggle our bottoms to show we hadn't gone yet. I was giggling so hard, I almost lost it but caught myself in time. Mimi was getting real frisky and grabbing and tickling both Doreen and me right on our pussy mounds to get us to go first. I got a little angry at that and really wanted to put her over my knee and spank her. If I wasn't in a crowded room, I think I could have done it because I was a lot heavier and stronger than her.

The coordinator told us we were way too slow and had to drink another pitcher of beer. I watched Doreen sip it all down steady as a rock. It was obvious she was accustomed to slugging down a lot of beer with little or no visible effect. I got my pitcher down but I had to hold my knees together real tight to keep my water from shooting out. Poor Mimi only got the pitcher of beer half consumed when we all could see the telltale darkening of her pee on the insides of both legs. Soon a little waterfall of the pungent liquid escaped in a steady flow from the bottom of her pants and covered her shoes and the fluffy white carpet with a puddle of pee.

Several of the sisters were taking photos of poor Mimi with their cameras to send to their friends in other locations. I knew Mimi's photos would be all over the campus within the next 24 hours.

According to the rules, she had to remove all of the soaking wet clothes including her panties to be held in "evidence" of her loss. When she tearfully pleaded she could not go out on the campus grounds naked from the waist down, she was allowed to serve a 30 minute "slave" session to one of the sisters in return for the loan of panties and a pair of shorts. The rumor was that the slave sessions were pretty degrading and I think I would have walked half naked back to my room instead of submitting to such a punishment.

I watched tiny Mimi being led upstairs like a sheep being led to be sheared of all its wool. She looked around for a knight in shining armor or even a damsel with a sympathetic heart. I really felt sorry for her despite the fact only a short while ago I wanted to give her a spanking she would never forget.

Doreen was standing in almost the identical position as me. We both had our knees locked together and had our hands pressing hard against our pussies to keep our pee inside. I knew I only could hold out for about 5 or 10 more minutes. I leaned in close to Doreen and whispered in her ear.

"The waterfall is so beautiful. All the water is coming down the side of the cliff and splashing hard against the wet rocks below. It is like a faucet turned on full blast with all the water crashing into the sink and spraying up in a cloud of mist. The wet spray is all over your face and your hair is dripping wet. Drip, drip, drip the water is tumbling down and making your pants all wet. Do you feel how wet your pants are?"

Doreen groaned and tried to push me away. As soon as she took her hands away from her crotch, her pee came out so forcefully that we could all see it shoot out in a golden spray right onto the carpet. She tried to stop it, but it was too late. Even when she bent over and tried to close the floodgate, it was to no avail. Her pretty lace bottom pants darkened with her juices and we could all see it pouring down her ankles and into her expensive shoes.

The laughter was contagious and soon everyone was in on the joke. Once again, the pictures were going the rounds. I watched Doreen strip off her soaking wet clothes and deposit them in the "loser pile".

I was the winner and now a full-fledged member of the sorority.

The game coordinator told me that in order to complete the game, I had to spread my legs wide and let my stream go in front of everybody. I was mortified but I wanted the certification so badly that I opened my legs wide and groaned as I released my intense waves of liquid right in the middle of the circle.

Everyone was whooping and hollering like I had just crossed a finish line in a marathon race. It just kept trickling and trickling in a never ending torrent of pent-up piddle. Of course, my clothing was completely soaked just like the other two girls. I had to strip off and they gave me a plastic bag to take it home because I was the winner and not the loser. I still had the problem of being naked from waist down, but since I was now a sister, I did not have to submit to the 30 minute "slave" session.

The coordinator gave me a pair of her imported panties and a nice pair of pants so tight across my bottom that my ass felt like it was in a vice.

I had no shoes but that was all right.

There was nicely tended grass all the way to my room and I loved the feel of the freshly mowed turf between my toes.

My "Goth" room-mate was really upset at the condition of her borrowed clothes and I felt really bad about the situation. I asked her if there was anything I could do to make things right.

"Well, I am getting tired of listening to you pleasure your pussy with that dildo every night, so I think you should let me do it to you instead. I want to watch you squirm and beg me not to stop when I have it in all the way."

I was really surprised at this speech.

I thought my pretty little room-mate was sort of asexual in her orientation. However, I was wrong and had to pay the price of my terrible treatment of her outfit.

I followed her instructions and got down on all fours waiting expectantly for her manipulations. She was really skilled and made me wait just long enough to get all wet inside and when she made me take it, I was like a piece of clay in her hands. She molded me, she shaped me and she made me a panting bitch under her complete control.

For the very first time, we both slept in the same bed and I spooned her like we were a loving couple.

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