No way would anyone, least of all Sara, dispute that Peg had the biggest breasts of anyone in Kappa Delta Kappa. Sara’s own chest was by no means flat, but the shape, resembling, to Sara’s mind, a squashed pear or a somewhat stubby banana, was far from ideal. There were those who wondered whether Peg had had a boob job, for her breasts, though melon big, appeared decidedly firm. There were those who thought Peg could pass the pencil test while Sara could not. Thus the challenge.

Sara didn’t really want to participate. For one thing, she knew Peg to be hugely competitive. Sara tended to be self-effacing. But the challenge had been issued; a dropped gauntlet Sara could not with good grace ignore.

The sorority president selected two virgin Ticonderoga Number 2 HB softs, sharpened them to fine points, and measured them to be of equal length. The sorority secretary lifted first Peg’s breast, then Sara’s, and held them out while the president snuggled a pencil beneath each. The secretary gently lowered the breasts.

Sara’s pencil fell. Peg’s remained stuck.

A long second later, Peg said, “Two out of three?”

The secretary picked up Sara’s fallen pencil, and the second breast was tested. Same result.

“Hah, your point is broken,” said Peg, “while mine is still stiletto sharp.” She took her pencil from beneath her breast and waggled it before Sara’s eyes. Sara was sure Peg was going to plunge the pencil point into her breast. Her body stiffened. She all but cried out as Peg brought the pencil toward Sara’s closest breast.

But instead of plunging the point into that pear-shaped flesh, Peg, at the last instant, turned the pencil, and with the eraser, caressed Sara’s nipple, round and round until it was stiff. “Nice tits,” Peg said.

Sara released her breath. “Ditto,” she said, and bending forward, took Peg’s stiff nipple between her teeth and bestowed a juicy kiss.

A few seconds later, only a little embarrassed from sucking Peg’s nipple, Sara stood up. “Well, I guess that settles that,” she said.

“Right,” Peg said. “Good job. Now maybe you’d better pick up your pencil before something untoward happens to it.” Sara bent to retrieve her fallen pencil, but before she could stand up, Peg said, “Stop. Don’t move. There’s something on your back.” Thinking spider, Sara froze. The circled KDK girls saw it wasn’t a spider but the tip of Peg’s pencil tracing a slow line down the length of Sara’s spine. “That’s it, stay still, we’re almost there,” Peg commanded, and the pencil followed the grove of Sara’s buttocks, eased between the sex lips, and nudged the little clitoris. Sara shivered. Some of the KDK girls had never seen someone else’s orgasm before.

Nimbly Peg flipped the pencil so now it was the eraser caressing Sara’s clit. After a minute of this intimate ministration, the implement pulled back enough to tease just inside the silky slit of Sara’s virgin cunt. Sara came again, this time gushing. “Oh my,” Peg exclaimed, wetting the eraser with the juice of Sara’s excitement, then applying the moistened nub to the rim of Sara’s tightly clenched asshole. Round and round the eraser went, and when at last the sphincter eased, in it went.

Peg let go, and the pencil waggled like a stiff little tail. Her face flushed, her orgasm complete, Sara was now fully embarrassed. Peg removed the pencil. “Congratulations, you passed the pencil test,” she said, handing the pencil to Sara. “For you, in case you want to practice your penmanship.”