9. Thirsty Keg Party

Standard disclaimer: fiction, all over 18, etc, some underaged drinking (depending on where in the world youre reading from)

Series Context: occurs at same time as Part 8: Scavenger Hunt Begins, building on Aly's storyline from Part 4: Dorm Tour with references to Part 6: Kay's Corruption Continues and Part 10: Olive's Scavenger Hunt Exhibition.

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Without the chance for another word, Aly watches Jon jump through the orientation crowd to chase after Jane. She watches, defeated, as she sees them converse, part, reconnect, then exit together.

"Damn, B is that chick from our floor?" Chuck is a master of the subtlety as he drools over Jane's parting figure.

Britni rolls her eyes. "Yeah, she's got the other single room on our floor. You should put your tongue back in your mouth though- she is the definition of frigid."

Britni turned to see a forlorn Aly. "I, um, don't really want to do this stupid scavenger hunt." Aly tugs at her top uncomfortably, defeated that the cleavage had yet again failed to hold Jon's attention. "I think I'll just head back to the dorms and start unpacking or something."

"Yeah, you're going back to the dorm alright," Chuck gives her a cheeky grin, "and you're going to take that tubey excuse of a top off." Aly's mouth drops. Before she can form the words to assault his idea of her stripping for him yet again, he continues. "You and Britni are going to find some of those sinful summer dresses that I know the virginal-slut-wannabe you are grabbed when her mom wasn't looking. Squeeze those knockers into the tightest one you have, pick a thong to match, or don't," he waggles his eyebrows at the suggestion she run bare, "then meet me outside the student centre."

Without further instructions, Chuck lopes off. Aly looks to Britni for clarification. "Come on," she reassures, looping her arm through Aly's. "I'll explain on the way."

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"Fuck," thinks Jon, "all I get is a face full of pussy and a warning from campus security. But there's gotta be a couple banging on every flat surface around here!"

Admitting he had lost Jane's trail, and fearing campus security's response if he doubled back to find that window loving anal slut from the sixth floor, Jon picks his way back to the dorms.

The Bingo card of couples was filling up. As he trudges through the atrium, classmates show him pictures of the pussy that had been on full display in the glass elevator. A pal from his morning tour group tells him about a crazy bookshelf bukkake in the library. And as he rounds the corner to the dorm tunnel, the echoes of flesh pounding flesh are unavoidable as he catches a glimpse of an open mouthed, green tank topped girl with tits swaying as she gets railed from behind on an unobscured bench.

"Fuck this shit, I gotta get off campus."

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Contrary to Chuck's confidence, Aly does not have a suitable summer dress in her suitcase. Britni refuses to accept the excuse as she throws slip after slip of paperthin scraps held together with elastic in Aly's direction.

"Come ON! Don't you want college to be memorable? Now try this on!"

"Come on Britni, can't you tell that my boobs aren't big enough to hold up any of these strapless things? And the only one with straps just sags where any pretty girl would fill it out."

Britni rolls her eyes and brushes past the self pity.

"Here, try this trick- bikinis lift everything to seem bigger - and they really sell the summer fling fantasy!" a high-vis orange pair of strings with tiny triangles holding them together land in Aly's lap and she sighs in defeat as she turns to snake it up under the sagging dress.

Britni's impatience and eagerness rush her to assist- "no, you need to perk them up like this!" Britni's soft hands unceremoniously heft Aly's tits for her and Aly's breath catches at the contact.

Britni spins Aly to the mirror and stands behind as she tightens the bikini strings. Britni pushes the hair from Aly's neck and whispers "that view will make anyone stiff" before planting a smacker of a kiss on Aly's shoulder and prancing off across the room.

Aly tries to change the subject and deflect the focus from her hard nipples pushing through the thin fabric, aroused after Britni's attention

"so like, what are we doing?"

"Haven't you heard of the first year kegger?"Britni is in the midst of curating her own slutty ensemble, and Aly sees her new friend's boobs swing freely as she flings the lime green bikini top to the side and roams the dorm room unincumbered. Aly locks her eyes on the floor as she listens. "They can't actually call it that because, well, underaged and whatever, so if anyone asks you're totally over the drinking age." Britni flounces across the room, still topless.

"Not that many would question you with these beauties strapped up on display" her palm lifts and flings Aly's right tit and Aly's breath catches again. What is with this girl?

Britni finally settles on a crimson string bikini beneath a sheer white dress. The garment is more string than bikini, and as it glows through the flimsy dress it's impossible to believe there aren't rosy areolas on display.

Britni blows a kiss at the mirror then turns to grab Aly's hand. "Let's rock this bitch."

Aly fights to hold the bottom of the borrowed skirt down. Her misguided show for the dorm boys earlier didn't mean she wanted the wind to keep her thong on display all evening. They catch up to Chuck, who whistles at their prescence, his hands too occupied with cases of beer to bother waving.

"'Bout time you dames showed up. Thought I was flying solo to this shindig." He turns to begin leading the way and the air is filled with the sound of slapping sandals as the girls scurry to catch up with the broad shouldered black man.

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Jon returns to an empty dorm room and rolled his eyes at the note scrawled on his mirror. "At a kegger. Cross the west bridge off campus if you decide you're not lame - C"

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Still holding down the skirt, now even more in vain as the wind of the overpass swirls around them and she gives a show to anyone stuck in traffic below, Aly continues to protest. Chuck taunts her, saying this is a great time to win Johnny's attention or at least practice the skills that will.

The distinct sounds of college weekends waft on the wind and they follow them to the source. The music is thumping, and drinks are being passed freely with understanding that everyone claims to be of age.

Aly scans the crowded living room, looking everywhere for Johnny, with no luck. As the trio strolls through the hall and enters the kitchen they are met with familiar cheers but none of them from Jon. Aly is becoming frantic, but her search is inefficient as she is constantly interrupted by the attention from the dorm guys and the friends they've told about her afternoon self-pleasure show.

Chuck promises to look for his roommate for Aly, but only if she'll go with Britni for a drink and try to relax.

An unfamiliar body grinds up behind her, "hey nympho" Aly feels the rumble in his chest more than hears it with the thumping bass. "knock on my door any time." She feel his strong hands grab her hips but she twists out of his grasp.

"Ugh, I can't handle all this - they must think I'm such a whore! But Britni, can I tell you a secret?" Britni pauses pouring and licks her lips, moving in closer to hear over the music. "I'm still a virgin! I've never even been kissed! That was the first time I've ever even touched myself... like that - no guy has ever wanted anything to do with me, and suddenly all of them are talking about me like a piece of meat!"

Britni clasps her new friend by the shoulders - "Let's give them something to talk about then" she murmurs. As Aly turns to her with confusion, Britni gently grabs her chin and softly places her lips against Aly's. "Now you can't say you've never been kissed" Britni grasps Aly's ponytail and pulls her closer.

Britni's mouth is soft and inviting, and though Aly is shocked, she melts into the kiss. The chaos and noise of the party around them melt away as Britni's tongue presses into Aly's mouth.

Aly sees stars, and closes her eyes to stop the room from spinning. All of her senses are trapped by Britni- the taste of her lips, the smell of her hairspray, the sound rumbling from her throat as she moans and traces her tongue along Aly's sealed lips.

Aly is awash in sensations, but when Britni touches her breast, now the third time tonight, Aly recoils. As she pants to catch her breath, she realizes the noise fading out wasn't in her head, and was actually the entire room going silent to watch them. And because it was an engineering party, that meant it was an entire room of nerdy, horny, guys.

Aly gasps, flushing as red as Britni's bikini top, and runs out of room - straight into Chuck. "I was just coming to check on you- you wouldn't believe the stories I was hearing about two hot chicks making out with each other. And in this crowd, I had little doubts of who it would be" Chuck's eyes hold the same hungry spark as when he had told her to masterbate at the dorms, but Aly is too embarrassed to be intrigued this time.

Aly pushes past his taunting frame and runs out of the house to crouch in the yard, heaving and crying. Through tears, she sees shoes approach her, and soon a familiar face is crouching next to her. "Aly, what's up- did someone hurt you?"

"Oh Johnny, what have I done? I've only been on campus one day and already I don't recognize myself. All I was trying to do was be attractive for y-"

"Oh come on Aly, you know this isn't the time or place! If you're just worried about your image then you can't get worked up on day one. Get over it- no one knows you here! You can be whoever you want. I'm sure whatever you did was no big deal. Not like this wild chick I keep hearing about from our floor- have you seen her?"

Before Aly can fess up, Jon brushes past her and runs through the party hoping to catch sight of the nympho from his floor who, if the chatter is accurate, was apparently putting on an evening show. "Dude, just missed her", "should have seen these babes swapping spit," "thought we were going to get our own private show!"

After racing through every room in search of ANY girl, Jon goes back outside. The only girls in sight are Aly and the green, now red, bikini girl, so he brushes them off and goes back to campus defeated.

Aly watches as Jon leaves and is inconsolable. Chuck, now festively hydrated, finds the girls as he sees the back of his roommate. "Babes like you can't be out crying on the lawn. It ain't right. Get your ass inside and get cleaned up."

Aly takes his proffered hand and is dragged to the second floor bathroom. As she washes her face, Chuck confers with Britni in the hall. "I warned her she wasn't ready to seduce J yet. You've seen her tits, you've heard how she sounds getting herself off." Britni finished his thought: "If she could stop freaking out, she could get the attention of any guy she wanted."

A plan is made, and when Aly finally emerges with a clean face, Chuck leads her to a quiet bedroom where Britni is waiting. "are you ok? did Chuck help you get some perspective?

Aly stifles a sob and nearly falls back over the brink over emotions. "Is it so much to ask? For him to look at me, just once? And like what he sees? I'm so clueless about seduction!"

Chuck tries not to roll his eyes, moving them instead to the bikini-clad cleavage Britni so perfectly arranged. "Say you did get his attention, what would you do to keep it?"

Aly sniffles. "I mean, you told me to touch myself, and that got all sorts of attention from the guys on our floor."

"Do you think that's enough to keep him? Rubbing your little virgin pussy and hoping he likes to watch? What will you do for him to keep him interested?"

Aly throws herself into a chair, "well, what else CAN I do? You told me to start learning, why don't you go ahead and teach me?"

Britni decided to chime in. "Well, I was talking with Chuck while you were crying, and we agree that you need to act less like a, well, less like a virgin. Pretend you actually know your way around a cock! Would you even know what to do if he gave you his dick? How can you expect to seduce Jon when the most you'll give him is a kiss and a copped feel?"

Aly blushed at the two examples, having had Britni do both this evening. "But I AM a virgin! And until today I had never touched myself or been kissed. And then you came along and stole my first kiss and grabbed my tits, so I'm running out of firsts that should be Johnny's and I'm still being disappointed. I'm just not sure why I should be listening to a lesbian slut like you! What do you know about dicks?"

Chuck whistled and settled down on the bed to watch the catfight continue. "Oh I'm a lesbian slut? How about a secret for you: I'm a virgin too! But I'm not a frail little princess about it. I just know how to work my assets!"

"I don't even know what that means. I saw the vibrator on your dresser. I saw the body shots. You walked around naked in front of me, you flicked my boobs and decide to kiss me and yet you claim to still be a virgin?!"

"Just because I didn't let some high school dweeb two pump and dump into me doesn't mean I have to act like it! Not all virgins are pretentious priss-"

Chuck decided to intervene, fearing that Britni has lost sight of tonight's agenda. "B, come over here, we can just show her." Immediately the tension of the room dissolves, succumbing to Chuck's lust, Britni's ambition, and Aly's curiosity. "Sh-sh-show me what?"

Chuck moves to the edge of the bed. "Aly girl, go open that door so that we can hear some music from the party."

Aly opens door then turns to see Britni sensually twisting to the beat. Her eyes follow the tracing hands along curves and widen at Britni groping her own breasts. The crimson bikini and translucent dress do nothing to obscure the bullets piqued on her chest. Aly watches transfixed as Britni dances over to Chuck, leans to whisper in his ear, then pulls his big black mitts to rest on her excited breasts. "Yeah, you like that..." are the murmurs Aly hears as she takes a step closer to the lesson.

Giving Chuck's hands a guiding squeeze, she entrusts her fun bags to his fondling. Gyrating to the beat, her hips wind and shimmy. Aly's mouth drops open as she sees Chuck maneuver Britni's excuse of a dress down off her shoulders until her tits are only protected by the red dental floss. Proud of himself, Chuck gives an affirming squeeze then leans back on his hands to watch the show.

Unashamed of her now nearly topless state, Britni replaces Chucks hands with her own. Aly thought her friend was moving toward modesty, but instead Britni palms and swirls her jugs. She mashs them together and shakes them in Chuck's face, then leans back and shimmies until her nipples fling free of the tiny scraps of fabric.

Chuck let out a whistle and Aly sinks to the floor, stunned to yet again see her friend topless but more aghast at her shamelessness. She doesn't dare look away or blink as she watches Britni's hands tweak and tug at her nipples, lifting one breast lewdly by its knob all the way to her mouth where she laves it while locking eyes with Chuck. His hands reach out to rejoin the exhibit but Britni slaps them away. With a final shimmy in his face, she begin moshing to the music and lets her tits bounce freely.

Aly watches as Chuck's rejected hand moves to his tented crotch, and she realizes that her own arousal is climbing with Britni's display.

The music downstairs changes, and with it Britni's mode d'employ. With her attention back on Chuck, she licks her fingers and traces them around her exposed areolas. Her nipples could cut glass as she sensually twines to the music and pushes her translucent dress all the way to the floor. Now only clad in shoes and an excuse for a thong, she takes her time resuming standing, instead slowly and deliciously grazing her hands up her long legs and feeling up her naked torso until her hands reach her head and knot in her curly brown hair. Her gyrations are slower, twisting her around until her back is to her enraptured audience.

Aly thinks the show is winding down, until Britni bends at the waist and blows Chuck a kiss over her shoulder. His ministrations on his meat are far from subtle as he hoots at his dancer and pumps his rod. Aly is aghast as Britni reaches to her hips and clutches the sides of the last fabric on her frame. With a moan, she teasingly tugs millimeters down before yanking them higher than before.

Aly winces at the wedgie, painfully aware of her own thong inching upwards into her cleft, but crawls forward for a better view as Britni repeats the teasing temptation. Nothing is left to the imagination as the damp fabric is increasingly consumed by her crease, nether-lips shimmering as they hide the captive string.

Perfectly in time with the music, the temptress bends forward, leaving Chuck face to ass as Britni shimmies. His hands snake forward and clutch her hips, surprising her and making her stumble back towards him with an undignified shriek. "Hey! Let me have my moment!" she chides him, and with a chuckle he returns to pleasuring himself to the lurid display.

Aly can't believe her eyes as she sees Britni widen her face down stance and reach back. She scoots closer in awe, gaining the perfect angle to witness Britni baudily spread her legs and pull apart her cheeks to expose her dripping slit and puckered asshole.

Chuck, forgetting the display is for Aly's education and not his own enjoyment, roars forward to once again grab Britni's hips and draw her to him. As she tut tut tuts him, she turns in his hands and squeezes her breasts together to capture his face. Aly is confused until she hears the distinctive and almost cartoonish motorboat.

Now nearly at Chuck's feet, Aly looks up to see Britni guiding Chuck's thumbs to her neglected nipples and feels her own tightening as she watches his rough digits circle the flesh. Britni maneuvers herself onto Chuck's leg, now straddling him and grinding her wet crease while moving her hands to focus on his bulge.

First teasing, then soon growling at the incumberance of material, she expertly untwines his belt and pushes until his manhood is only shielded by flimsy boxers.

Aly is so entranced that she's nearly stepped on as Britni turns to grind backwards against Chuck's bulge, moving his hands to help swing her hips in time with the music. As the song crescendos, she once again bends with her face to the floor and her nakedness to Chuck's face. He rewards her with a bite to her firm ass cheek and she spins in his grip.

His boldness earned another shriek and she writhes in his strong hold, giggling and teasing at his tent. "Does somebody need a little attention?" she purrs in his ear. Aly watches transfixed as her friend moves from murmuring in Chuck's ear to licking his earlobe, to nipping his neck, to running her hands down his toned chest and abdomen, to firmly gripping his bulge. "Daddy wants someone to play with him, huh?" Britni loosens her grip and licks down then up his legs, then nuzzles his growing bulge.

Aly forgets these are her friends, she is so focused on the heat and unashamed flesh in front of her they seem like scripted celebrities on a screen. She is shaken from her trance when Chuck calls out to her- "ready for phase two, Aly? Time to really learn!"

Aly crawls forward and leans in studiously, only to jump backwards as a black python is released from Chuck's waistband. Britni's gasp turns to a moan as she masterbates herself to the sight of Chuck's monster. Aly has never seen anything like this tower of a cock looming above her friends face.

Britni crawls in closer, grabbing his meat with two hands, and thwacks it against her face, moaning like a seasoned whore. She runs her hands from the base all the way up the impressive shaft, twisting her hands to feel the girth of what can only be described as a weapon.

"See Aly, virgins don't need to be frigid little bitches," the taunt hangs in the air as Britni jacks the black monster and her mouth descends for a tantalizing taste. "Are you paying attention?" Chuck grasps Aly's chin. "Maybe some day instead of whining, your little mouth can handle some big meat." Before Aly can answer, Chuck slides two fingers into her mouth.

Instinctively, though she coughs and her eyes bulge at the intrusion, Aly knows it is her responsibility to mimic Britni's lurid display. She watches and copies as Britni laps and licks, then consumes as much dick as possible deep into her mouth. Aly does her best to imitate the oral attention, but gags as Chuck's meaty fingers tickle her tonsils.

"No no bitch, that's not how you choke on a dick." Chuck withdrew his hand and moved it to Britni's head. "This is how you choke on a dick," he holds the curly head steady as he begins to hump her face, and Aly watches in awe as Chuck bruises the back of Britni's throat. Drool seeps from her lips and shimmers as it pools on her chest. Aly can't believe it when above the echoing gluck, gluck, gluck she hears Britni moan in enjoyment at being used.

Chuck replaces his hand with Aly's and encourages her to push her friend deeper onto the impalement, but Britni maintains the unrelenting pace herself as she bobs on the dick. Chuck's large paw descends to her tits, scooping up the pooled moosture, then moving his meaty fingers to her rear. He dances them around the pucker of her asshole, which snaps her back to attention.

"1. Virgin. Both holes. 2. This is about Aly learning." Chuck takes the chastisement in turn as Britni locks his gaze but returns to bobbing. He traces his fingers lower, and as he rubs her nub he turned to Aly. "She how much she enjoys this? Imagine getting off to giving Jon a good hummer." With perfect timing, Britni moans and quivers, her mouth releasing his rod as she tips back gasping to ride out her orgasm.

Chuck's attention is undivided now. "Better start warming up" his fingers, fresh from Britni's ass and crease return to Aly's mouth. She tenses up, grabbing Chuck's wrist to buy herself time, but stopping him has stopped everything. All that is missing is the dramatic record scratch as Aly's tutors freeze.

"I thought you wanted to learn," Britni pants out, still catching her breath from the choking and the orgasm. "I guess you must not like Jon that much. But if not for him, or for yourself and your own skills, at the very least don't blue ball Chuck for a second time today.

With that, the pair takes the attention off Aly and begins to grind and make out. Maybe she'll come to her senses and rejoin the lesson, maybe she'll leave and Britni will be the one to finish Chuck. As their bodies exchange sweltering heat, neither of then are bothered by the options. Once again, Britni twines herself down Chuck's torso and finds herself between his legs.

Dejected and ashamed, Aly rejoins Britni between Chucks legs, tentstively reaching out to explore the log in front of her.

"How do I- where do I start?" she stammered, overwhelmed by the towering black beast freed from Chuck's shorts and enraged by Britni's ministrations. But before they can guide, her curiosity and instincts take over.

Aly's novice hand finds its way to the base of Chuck's rod, gently caressing with her fingers until they close nearly all the way around his shaft. Shocked not to feel her fingers overlap, she twists her hand and leans closer to see that she can't fully wrap his weapon. At his prompting moan, she continues twisting and sliding her hand along the meat.

Britni, now recovered from her orgasm, leans close over Aly's back and prevents even the thought of backing off. "Why don't you try tasting it?" she purred into Aly's ear, adding her own hand to the cock and directing it closer to Aly's face. A tentative tongue eased out, overwhelming curiosity expelling the shame, and Aly languidly traced her tongue from the base where her hand rests slowly up to the broad tip.

"Good girl," Britni crooned in her ear, "now try nibbly kisses all the way back down. Aly followed the instructions in a trance, tipping her head to the side and mouthing Chuck's rod until she reached the bottom. "Go back up to the top now, that's where he'll like it best," Aly again followed Britni's instructions in an out of body experience, not believing that in one day of college she had already stripped, masturbated (for an anonymous audience no less), and was now feasting on a flesh lollipop.

As she reached the head, Chuck caught her by the chin. "Wanna really drive J wild? Show him how desireable you are, and how everyone else wants you, and he'll be racing to claim you as his own." It was the tenderest advice he had ever given her, and Aly was startled as she felt him move toward her. She closed her eyes expecting that his open mouth was destined for hers, then shrieked as his lips and teeth descended on her neck instead. "There bitch, that little souvenir is undeniable evidence that College You isn't nearly as stuck up and rigid as high school you. Now unclench your jaw, wrap those lucious lips around my dick, and give me a real sucky sucky as a 'thank you.'"

Aly couldn't believe how turned on she was by the bruise blooming on her neck and the degrading baby talk. She was even more shocked as she leaned in to obey. With her lips pursed around the head, she began to suck in. Then stop. She exhaled through her nose and tried again, then looked up to Chuck for approval.

"Damn, we have our work cut out for us!" Chuck fell back to the bed, trying not to laugh at Aly's pathetic attempts to please him.

Aly went to back away, but Britni's hot and nearly nude form held her in place. "Come on," the girl murmured, "let's do it together." And before Aly could figure out what she meant, a soft hand was guiding her own up and down the shaft once more.

Aly turned to Britni but before a word could come out, Britni's mouth was on her's again. This time Aly knew not to pull away, so instead she opened her mouth and accepted the hot, cherry flavored tongue pressing in. Britni held the kiss and shifted to kneel beside Aly, now both enclosed by Chuck's knees. "Just keep kissing me," Britni directed, as she moved their mouths into Chuck's crotch. Their tongues danced as the wide girth of his cock interrupted them, but Aly's tongue sought out Britni's around the flesh and she felt Chuck rumble in approval.

"That's it, baby, keep kissing me and start jacking your hand up and down" the girls worked in tandem and Chuck sat back up to enjoy the show with his sensations.

A meaty hand went behind each head, pushing both girls tighter, harder, closer. As they settled in, his hands moved further- pushing Aly's borrowed dress to the side and plunging into the orange bikini. Both girls squealed as he pinched their twin nipples, but neither pulled away. Aly whimpered, and Britni moaned again, then B locked eyes with Chuck as she assisted him with his exploration. Leaving Aly's hand to rub solo, she used her own to shove Aly's dress around her waist and yank the bikini triangles down.

Her tits now perched above the triangles as though displayed on a gallery shelf, Aly pulled back in protest only to have Chuck's massive hand pull her head back to him.

"Do you remember how Brit did this?" he warned as he aimed his fire hose into her mouth. With one hand on the back of her head and the other still tweaking her exposed nipples, he fed her his cock. Her eyes were wide with panic but she couldn't pull back, so Aly conjured visions of Jon and dreamed of how blessed she would feel to be desecrated and disrespected by him the same way. She moaned, sending ripples along the shaft and opening her throat for invasion as she felt Britni's lithe hands attend to her free breast and her clitoris.

Aly is repulsed by the girl's attention, but maybe not. Instead of pushing away the attention, she focuses both her hands on Chuck's rod and hums to open herself up to be fed more.

Britni's hand grows slippery as she plays in Aly's undeniable pleasure. "Sit up higher on your knees, you'll get better access" she coaches. Aly obeys, not aware of any change in her capacity for swallowing dick, until she realizes the access is for something else.

Chuck groans as he watches Britni's curly head scoot under Aly's skirt and hears her mouth's sloppy enjoyment of virgin cunt. He moves both hands behind Aly's head to hold her steady and begins to pump. "Take it. Take it. Take it." he grunts, dividing his attention 10% to making sure his thrusting cock doesn't kill the poor virigin, 10% to the lesbian performance, and 80% to crossing the finish line.

Aly is overwhelmed, grinding her clit on Britni's nose and tongue while choking for air around the black dick that has claimed her mouth. Without warning, Britni seals her lips around Aly's clit and the naive girl arches with moans reverberating around Chuck's dick.

The brawny man can't hold back any longer at the performance and releases with a roar. He holds Aly's head steady as he fills her mouth and gullet with his load, then withdraws and quickly closes his hands around her jaw.

"Show me," he demands, and Aly's fearful, wide-eyed face splits to show a cum coated tongue in her nearly over-spilling maw. "Now be a good girl and swallow it all." Of course she obeys.

Chuck leans back to recover and enjoy watching the tableau still unfolding beneath Aly's skirt. As overwhelmed and disoriented as Aly is, she knows three things:

1. She just accepted the sperm of a man she met today.

2. Her nerves are electric with pleasure from whatever Britni is doing to her. And

3. There is no turning back.

Aly closed her eyes and began to grind her clit on Britni's nose. As she squats to push Britni deeper into her snatch, Chuck adds suggestions, "squeeze your tits. Now lift your skirt and touch yourself, just like you would if it was J eating you out."

Aly peels the dress completely off and throws it to the side. She eases herself to the floor, hoping to prevent losing Britni's stimulation. Then with significantly less encouragement than the last time Chuck had told her to masturbate, Aly pinches her nipple and roughly plunges a finger into her sopping cunt. Before long, her and Britni's efforts pay off as she arches in screaming orgasmic release.

Britni rolls to the side as her friend's hips return to the ground. Her shiny face is a testament to her service, and Chuck smiles as he watches four piqued breasts heave as the girls lay naked on the floor to catch their breath.

As she lay on her back panting, Aly's eyes scan the room to find the clothing she had so cavilerly tossed in the heat of the moment. But before she can find them, her eyes fall on the crowd of engineering freshmen filling the doorway- many with hands on or in their pants.

Speechless, Aly is just about to hide her face and cower in shame, when Chuck shouts, "froshweek!" and the doorway and hall full of spectators erupt with cheers.

As a blush creeps up Aly's face and she scurries to find some semblance of decency, Britni reaches out and clutches her wrist. "Tit for tat- next time you will give ME the screaming orgasm."