Prompt: A college sorority ensures all their members develop a healthy, vibrant, and positive love for cum. Every member cultivates a strong cumfetish, through training, mentoring, and group activities. Recent sorority alums give “cum testimonials” about how their cum-training has changed their lives.

Grace was on her knees, her position of power. The stage was well lit, and the several dozen girls in the auditorium watched with anticipation as she slowly pumped the stranger’s cock. Her tongue swirled as she looked up at him with a huge smile. Feeling him surging, swelling, hearing him grunt, she held his tip just above her face, letting hot, white mess gush and spurt on her face.

Every girl watching was quickly on their feet, the room filled with raucous applause. Grace couldn’t help but laugh, pumping the last drops from his prick before leaping up to take a bow. Thick mess coating her face.

“Thank you, thank you,” she said with a giggle as she stepped to the lectern, speaking into the microphone.

Though she licked her lips, she left the streaks of white, across her face, nose, in her hair. She didn’t touch it. Letting it stick to her face as she spoke.

“I think we all know what I’m here to talk about today,” said Grace, as the girls responded with applause again.

“But first, lets give it up for Simon. A freshman on campus,” she said motioning to the man still standing on stage, his half hard cock being stuffed back into his jeans, “Simon you’ve been such a wonderful help today.”

Simon’s face, red hot, as he waved to the crowd of giggling girls. Several of them eyed his prick eagerly. Two official looking girls in off-white sashes led him off stage, and out of sight.

“Now that it’s just us girls. Us Zetas. I think we can get started. Now remember, what I’m going to say to you today, most of you know, but this is confidential, no recordings. Sorority ears only.”

Grace, clearing her throat, grinned at the crowd, cum dribbling off her chin, soaking into the lapel of her well tailored pantsuit.

“Cum has changed my life,” Grace said proudly, looking at several of the women in the front nodding their heads.

“Cum is powerful, cum is vital, cum is transformative. If you’re sitting here in this room, I know you’ve been where I’ve been. That moment of pure expression, a shared moment. A man giving the gift of cum to you. Who hear remembers their first creampie? Or facial?”

Many hands in the crowd shoot up.

“God that moment, maybe the sex was good, maybe it was shit, but that moment. Feeling that gift fill your insides, cover your body. It’s life. It’s vital. It’s rejuvenating. It’s a moment of bliss for him, but it’s something you get to keep, take with you. It’s power, it’s warmth. It’s energy soaking into you.”

In the crowd several girls murmured

“Yes! Tell it!” Their hands up, as they nodded. Several of them knowingly rubbed between their legs, feeling a mess left inside.

“On mornings of a big test, or now that I’ve graduated, something critical at work, critical in my life. Those are always moments I turn to cum. I need cum. It gives me the power to overcome. Power taken from men and used for our own goals, our own aspirations. Real power, like magic, drawn from the source. Each offering you earn, you extract, each should be celebrated. Lets call it what it is. You’re sucking cock. You’re getting fucked. You’re earning your power. Taking it from men. Milking them for it. He won’t understand, but you will. His cum will transform your life. Make it your ritual, take it in the morning, in the afternoon, as part of your skincare routine, before going out, before every moment. Live your life through cum.”

As Grace spoke several of the girls cheered, putting up their hands in support.

“Now, those that are new here at Zeta Tau Alpha, you’ll be paired with a senior. It’s important to learn the power of cum. I’ve been told each of you has already been paired, and tonight will be an opportunity to learn. Watch your mentors carefully. Learn everything you can. It’s not just a blowjob, its a selfish act. It’s not just sex, it’s claiming their power for yourself. Make it a daily habit, a ritual, you should crave it, on your skin, on your body, inside. Cum is a gift, take every opportunity, earn it’s power. Unlock it’s potential.”

At the finish of her speech there was rowdy applause throughout the room, many girls on their feet, clapping vigorously in support. Grace, stepping away from the podium, walked along the center of the room, smiling and waving. Several girls crowded around her.

“Your testimonial was so moving. I swallowed cum this morning. I can still feel it,” one girl said, her eyes sparkling.

“I’ve been milking my roommate every day,” another girl yelled out, “He came on my face before I came here.”

A thick gloop of sperm smeared through the girl’s swooping blonde curls. Her face an exuberant smile.

“I’m so proud of all of you,” Grace praised, a glistening sheen still coating her own face.

On the podium another girl had stepped up.

“I’m new to Zeta, but already I know the true awe of cum,” she announced.

“I’m so proud of you Stacy!” one of the girls in the front row yelled, flashing her a heart between her fingers, “Cum sisters!”

Stacy, at the podium smiled, “This morning, I spent time with two boys from Kappa Alpha, earning my power.”

As she spoke she lifted her short skirt, revealing her bare slit, and a smatter of mess glistening between her legs.

“I earned mine,” she yelled out at the crowd, “did you? I can still feel both of them, I can feel the vitality they left inside me, it gives me strength.”

The crowd of girls cheered wildly, several yelling out.

“I hope tonight each of you joins me in earning something great,” she smiled.