He was surrounded by four girls in bikini tops and shorts. I felt overdressed in my top tank and shorts. None of the guys out on the lawn wore any shirts or undies. Everyone had a red plastic cup in their hands and had these chastise big grins on their faces.

The idea of a wild frat party sounded nice. Even flirting with some of the guys in my Economic class sounded great. But I had no idea that they were taking bets on me! I never played beer ping pong or had even taken a shot of whiskey before then. My heart raced and I struggled to breathe as the burning sensation idled in my throat. I should have stayed in my dorm and done my homework. But it was too late to backpedal across campus. Plus when you get started with these frat guys you couldn’t stop.

So here I am in this precarious situation with half the keg nozzle dipped into my rim hole. I want to be the college’s young go-go slut so I am going to do what they tell me! That’s when a dozen flute shaped dicks open like champagne bottles and dump all over my head. I don’t have time to rub my eyes before more man cream spills into my cunt in cream pie fashion!
Alas, that’s what being a party girl coed skank is all about!

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