I literally got to understand why they called it hell week. Finally it was over and we recited the pledges and swore oats of allegiance to our new mem...ers.The next item on the list was the party, which was really great. There was alcohol at all corners and I drank like I had never drunk before. It felt like a victory…some sort of accomplishment.Sorority girls were present and my god they were beautiful… at least the most of them. Some were more reserved and it was then that I noticed her again;. I asked her what she is wearing so that I could easily identify her. She said she was in a one-piece black dress. I went outside to receive my angel. There she was, a hot, gorgeous, sexy and stunning lady waiting for me to come and pick her. We saw each other, our eyes met and we both blushed.I approached her and gave a light hug. We had a handshake; she had such smooth skin, completely waxed that I could feel current by her touch. Let me describe her. She had a perfect figure I guess 34C, 32,. Which was fine by me.But I want to go back and mention the husbands. They typically are pretty much ignored, but I was always fascinated to know more about these married guys, and especially why they were so cooperative in letting their wives fuck other (black) guys. Of course, I cannot speak for every guy that came our way, and who'd let their wife fuck one of those very well-endowed black guys, but I do know that nearly all (maybe 98+%) of them mentioned, in one way, or the other, the 'size. It settled into place easily, but something wasn’t right. My nipples had hardened. That in itself wasn’t unduly troubling, but my eyes widened as the sensitivity in my nipples suddenly expanded what seemed to be a hundred fold. I gasped, my knees weakening from the intense sensations, and then it felt like millions of ants were walking across my nipples and sensitive boobs. I jumped and slapped at the front of the sweatshirt, but that had no effect on the sensations. In desperation, I ripped.