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Party Favor (Bevatoria and meomeo)

Christie's world literally flipped over and the next thing she knew landed on the table-top with a dull thud. Though with all the adrenaline coursing through her body she hardly felt a thing. The girl dipped her chin and found herself looking down at her tempting little body, now glazed with a sheen of sweat. From her vantage point, her own thighs suspending in the air formed a 'V'. And at the base she saw her own trimmed landing strip of brown hairs... now darkened and caked in Trent's cum.

In her new position, Christie could feel his seed, the hot stickiness trickle towards her tummy...

Poised at the apex of her 'V' shaped legs is the large, most bulbous black cock she has ever laid eyes on in her life. The next instant it was gone and Christie felt so filled up its indescribable. It truly felt like she is parted in half and she let out a loud, high-pitched "OOOOOHH-OWWWWWWW!!" that filled the room and she could swear she saw the indent of the member in the lower part of her tummy...

Then her head is suddenly jerked backwards. A cock is there to fill up all her senses and the guy's balls slapped against her forehead. Christie's back arched up from the table from being skewered like this... as if she is hoisted up by the two massive cocks.

Christie's eyes roll up until the whites of her eyes showed... as she accepted her fate as the football team's pleasure vessel.
 
Being a vessel meant her pleasure didn't matter, but Carter could feel her getting wet and needing around his massive member. Trent was rougher then he'd been, but he knew his big black dick was making its own mark on the nubile freshman as her body was relentlessly pistoned between the two rough football players; their combined body weight probably about four times hers, to say nothing of how much stronger and built they were then the svelt, young female.

And Carter had never minded sloppy seconds...knowing that the naked slut would likely be taking more then that before the night was over. He grunted as he pushed into her, her body sliding back and forth on the table between them as the sounds of other activity started to decrease around them, the other guys all taking in the debauched show happening in front of them, their cocks getting hard in their pants and shorts as they watched the freshman get fucked relentlessly.

Trent was back on the couch, sipping his beer, taking it all in, thinking they'd be enjoying their new toy soon.
 
First ever black cock inside her... deepest down her throat a cock has gotten... add those to a laundry list of broken barriers this evening. She is too small, too inexperienced for these hung black guys. The twin members thrusting prodding and thrashing in both ends of Christie are all that she can think of. Christie feels stretched, filled up and... about to burst. She has made love with guys before, but this is one proper fucking the little tease had a long time coming.

Her second climax came out of blue. Perhaps a primal reaction to the grunting and slapping and the hot wetness. Christie has lost track of time - was it 2 minutes since Carter took her? Or has it been 10? Doesn't matter. The stirring came unexpectedly and then - OOOOH - it washes over and shatters her...

The brunette freshman is fucked ragged and senseless. At a lull in the action, with her head hanging upside down from the edge of the table - Christie spotted Trent leaning back in his couch. It seems unreal that merely 30 minutes ago she has been dying to be chatted up by a football player. Even in her muddled state she briefly wondered about her looks. She must be a mess - hair all tangled, make-up running amok across her features, her own spit and pre-cum dribbling out... Christie snuck out her tongue and licked up whatever that fleshy liquid was.

She thought she saw Trent smile, and Christie felt a most perverse and debased sense of pride.

And then she was lightly slapped in the face (as if to re-focus her), a cock thrusted between her lips, hairy balls bounced against her brow... and she felt the oncoming of a hot load down her throat...
 
And so it was the start of a long evening for the naked, freshman brunette. Cum spilling out from her lips after another load pushed down her throat, but she was given little reprieve as her body was turned sideways, two more hard cocks soon pistoning her little body once more. She was the centre of attention how, and whoever wasn't fucking her was waiting their turn.

Soon after that, on her knees, her head being forced back and forth on another large black cock...

...fucked into the couch, her legs spread obscenely wide, phones on all angles to capture her degradation, her cum and sweat slicked body incredibly erotic to the horny guys.

But the best shot was at the end of the night, with her riding one cock, two others in her hands, a fourth one pulling her towards his mouth, the entire thing being captured on video. Her remaining clothes- save for her heels, of course - had long since disappeared from the room as trophies for the guys, another slut stripped and fucked in a frat party for many to see.

But Trent had plans for her beyond using her hot little body for one night.

*******

With the help of Christie's supposed sorority sisters, they returned her to her dorm - covering her naked body with a blanket on the way up - and sprawled her on her bed, leaving her to wake up with the signs of the night's debauchery all over her freshly fucked body.

Trent, of course, had gotten her number and would be texting her the next week, on Wednesday, a simple message lighting up the girl's phone. Remember last Friday? Did you enjoy it? Because I certainly enjoyed getting to know you... ;) -T
 
10 days later​

At a secluded corner of the college library, Christie sat cross-legged in front of her laptop, entering the fifth hour of trying to conjure up her part of the English Literature group assignment.

Progress is painfully slow. It has been 10 days since, yet the freshman still finds her thoughts dominated by the events of that evening. Deciding to put the project off for another day, she finished the last of her gingerbread latte and clicked 'Save and Close'.

Details are hazy. Christie knew she passed out at some point... probably being fucked into physical exhaustion. She remembered coming to in her dorm, her phone saying it's 7:30 in the Saturday morning, and that it has 10% battery left. She was naked except for a blanket that did not belong to her, and she smelled absolutely pungent while her hair was caked and tangled in dried cum. She also couldn't forget the indescribable salty organic taste in her mouth. She took one look in the mirror and dashed for the shower, glad that the rest of the dorm is mostly still fast asleep.

The next couple of days passed semi-catatonically. Christie was a mess of emotions: regret, embarrassment, and shame from the vivid recollection that, at some point, she had started to enjoy the gangbang. She was glad that her big, Jasmine, really went out of her way to make sure she was alright. The evening was never directly brought up, though it became apparent Jasmine was the one who returned her unconscious body to the dorm. Jasmine only alluded to it by discreetly asking if she was on the pill (to which Christie answered yes).

Christie spent an ungodly amount of time trawling the internet. She did remember, at some point, video-recording equipment became prominently involved. But she found no trace of anything online. She also wondered if half the school would find out about what happened at the party. But on that front she was wrong as well. No one is staring (more than the usual) or whispering behind her back. It seems (to her) that the boys had kept their exploits shush-shush.

Which she is thankful for. Wait... she couldn't possibly be thankful to them for ANYTHING, right?

She hadn't seen any one of them for the last 10 days. Christie guessed the football team probably lives off campus, or maybe they simply moved in different circles. Not that she could exactly recall who was in that room that night, apart from Trent, Carter, and one other guy...

**​

Speaking of that night...

Trent pulling her down into his lap, whispering huskily in her ear, reassuring her while he cruelly inaugurated her naked body to the room... being spread out on the pool table, gobs and ropes of cum flying in every direction... being called all kinds of vile, degrading names, and answering to them, saying "Yes I am!"...

Christie felt a shortness of breath, a tightening of her loins...

She told her friends she's going to the bathroom.

Christie found it empty. Awesome. Relatively clean cubicle. Slide to lock. Shorts and panties down around her knees. Two fingers, so slick and wet already, her legs buckle, oh yeah... that's better...

Christie climaxed sitting on the toilet, while fantasizing about Trent, his muscular frame, his manhood, his voice whispering nasty things in her ear.

***​

The message popped up on the phone while she was walking back to her dorm.

It was the last thing she expected. At this point, 10 days having passed, she had thought she is gonna be some random freshman they'd fuck and forget about. Christie felt her pulse race while she racked her brain for a reply. As much as she wanted to, she couldn't admit she enjoyed last Friday. Her last remnants of pride stopped her from doing so.

Yeah I rmb:-/ She typed and hit send.

 
It was a disappointing reply, but to Trent, it was a reply as he pondered his next move. Lounging and watching TV with his roommate - well, the roommate was watching it while Trent was texting - he eagerly typed in the response to her non commited answer.

Come on, Christie, you were so nice when we met and now you aren't answering all of my questions. ;) He knew that words could easily be misinterpreted, and while he didn't mind some confusion on why he was messaging her, there could be no misunderstanding as to what he was asking. Did you have fun?

A beat passed, and - knowing she was likely struggling with many competing emotions at the moment - Trent sent another question. Let me put it this way. Do you have good memories of your first frat party? He and the guys certainly had good memories of her, one they'd be eager to share if she showed the interest he hoped she had.

I remember you fondly. And I'd like to create more memories with you. Trent smirked, giving a quick look at the time, having a feeling that pressing the issue might work. Where are you right now?

He could see her...or she could come see him. I'd like to see you right now.
 
Christie's phone chimed and vibrated furiously. Her heart drummed as each message appeared on her phone screen. Could it be possible that he wants to hook up with her a second time? Christie found an empty bench to sit on. It was a breezy autumn afternoon, fallen leaves dance among pine cones littering the grassy quad. Ten yards away a group of guys tossed a frisbee between themselves. The freshman bit on her lips, her painted thumbs hovering over the phone...

How'd u get my number? She backspaced all of it before hitting send. She decided it doesn't matter.

I'd rather tell u face to face. She did send that when he pressed on whether she enjoyed that evening. She patted herself on the back for the response. She isn't saying yes which would make her sound incredibly eager and trashy. And she brought up the possibility of meeting him again. Which, honestly, she is dying to do.

It only took 10 seconds for Christie to reply on her whereabouts. "i'm outside the library. u?" She is excited and stood up abruptly, causing one of the frisbee guys to turn and look. She half-jogged to a nearby building looking for a bathroom. She did just use the library one 10 minutes ago... but this is gonna be for a different purpose.

On the way she typed r u alone?. She is wary of a hook-up turning into a group session again. Yes... looking back she has found it really hot in an incredibly perverse way. But at the same time she has to admit the experience was extremely humiliating, and is something she should probably avoid.

But she backspaced it all. What if that is exactly what he wanted and planned? They could probably find some other girl to take her place in no time. And then Trent would forget all about her...

She had reached the bathroom and found it empty. She untied her ponytail and tussled her hair, so it wavily framed her face and the ends tickled her bare shoulders. She is wearing an white off shoulder top and cut off jean shorts, and decided that this is good enough. The dorm is too far away for her to change into something else anyways. She made sure nothing is in her teeth, put on some lip gloss... and spent the next couple of minutes prettying herself up in the mirror.

I need to look tip top for Trent. Her phone vibrated again...
 
Trent had to give her credit for being coy. It brought a smile to his face, even as her short response betrayed at least part of her motivations. She wanted to see him again. Even with as many girls as he'd bedded, it still flared his ego up a bit to know she wanted him, or at least to feel that way.

The library was fairly close by - a short walk from his dorm - and he thought about bringing her back to his dorm. But the more he thought about it, and what he wanted to do to her and with her, the more Trent pondered how far they'd taken the 'innocent' freshman at the frat party...an idea started to form in his head as he got up. His problem was he couldn't decide between testing Christie's eagerness in the library; which would either let him push her limits for public debauchery or solve things relatively quietly if she wanted to tell him off.

And he could always bring her back to his room later...

Trent quickly typed back as he threw on his jacket. Meet me on the third foor of the A wing of the library, near the history section. I'll b there in 10. It'd be closer to fifteen minutes, probably, but if anything that'd help illustrate their intentions.

Not that he wasn't through testing her yet, even if he wasn't there.

Send me a pic so I can see what u r wearing.

Another way to see what she wanted before talking to her...
 
Meet me on the third foor of the A wing of the library, near the history section. I'll b there in 10.

Christie's heart leaped seeing the message, followed swiftly by a crushing self-flagellation. Staring back at her reflection, she once more reminded herself that Trent pretty much conned her into a gang-bang... in the process probably changing her life forever. She should be taking him to the College Dean, if not the press!

Really, the very last thing she should be doing is worrying about how she looks right now. He definitely doesn't deserve any effort to pretty myself up...

With her thoughts swirling, Christie's legs carried her away from the bathroom, outside the building, pass the bench she sat on a moment ago, and back through the massive double doors of the college library.

There is something about this guy. His scent which she remembers the most, the way he touches and handles her, how awesome his muscles felt underneath her much tinier frame. Regardless of what transpired later on, there has been a special spark and bond between them at first sight.

She is sure of it.

At the deserted stairwell, Christie snapped a couple photo of herself, spent a few moments picking the best looking one, and sent it off to him with the caption: 'cant wait ^3^'

***​

Christie has never been to the A-wing of the library before, and upon arriving she had to re-check the message from Trent to make sure she did not misread it. She had envisaged some quiet corner of the building where they could talk in private... but the A-wing was anything but. For one, this whole part of the building is dominated by an atrium, so even though Christie is on the third level she could look down to the ground all the way up to the ceiling above the fifth floor. Surrounding the atrium on all sides, behind dark wooden railings, are rows of desks which are currently around half-full.

Christie quickly realized this is is the studying area rather than where books are stored. An extremely open self-studying area.

The place was enveloped in a hushed silence only interrupted by the flipping of pages and soft keystrokes. You could hear a pencil drop. No one is conversing, and whenever they are their words are whispered and brief.

She sat herself down at an empty table, wondering what is in store for her this afternoon...

 
He was about halfway to the library when his phone buzzed with another message. A picture of her in the stairwell, with a caption which made him smirk. Trent couldn't wait, either, and even in her simple, sexy outfit his depraved mind was already pondering getting her out of it. On whether she was really the girl he'd taken advantage of at the frat party; the wildcat just needing to have her boundaries pushed, her mettle tested.

Sure, there'd be some talking, but his cock wasn't tenting in his pants just the idea of talking dirty to her in the middle of the library. He wanted to fuck her again.

He walked through the library doors, walking past the front desk, the rows of books, and the lines of desk and studying cubicles with students working quietly. Despite the aura of productivity, Trent had actually never enjoyed how quiet it was. He needed a bit of a dull roar to focus, which is why he usually had earphone in or even the TV on when he was trying to study or write one of the few papers he ended up having to do.

Most of his energy left from school and football he preferred to spend on things like this, and he grinned as he made his way up to the third floor. Trent moseyed on through the history section, spotting Christie as he emerged between aisles, sitting at a round table.

Even now, knowing about the debauchery he had 'forced' her to endure with a passel of guys, he couldn't help but admire how innocent she still looked. He strode over deliberately, grabbing the chair to her left and shuffling it back, smiling at her kindly.

"Hiya Christie." Trent settled into the seat, trying to choose his words carefully. "I'm glad you came..." He started, his eyes locking on to hers. "...since I really wanted to see you again."

Of course, how he wanted to see her was the question, and his right hand tentatively went to her bare thigh. "...in more ways then one."
 
Christie checked her wristwatch twice while she waited for Trent. He wasn't late or anything... she is just anxious to finally see him again after more than a week.

Her last memory of Trent is his handsome face wearing a triumphant smirk as he zipped himself up, while she is splayed naked on a table as leftover for his buddies. She probably needs a shrink to diagnose how she could possibly feel giddy at the prospect of seeing the guy... or perhaps said shrink would just tell her she's a degenerative slut with Stockholm syndrome. Ten days ago she has been a carefree freshman getting her feet wet with college life. A short dress, Trent, and half a dozen strangers later... she is stooping so low she masturbated in the library toilet fantasizing about the gangbang. What kind of ungodly power does Trent wield over her?

Speaking of the devil... he looked just as hot and irresistible as she remembered.

It didn't seem like he bothered to keep his voice low, and he managed to draw everyone's attention - at least those within earshot. Christie experienced a thrilling ego surge being seen with a campus celebrity - with his hand high up on her leg no less.

It's impossible to tell what she loved about his touch. The way he just sat down and grabbed her thigh without asking for permission. Or his calloused hand so massive his thumb could probably touch his pinky at the back of her leg. Whatever it is, that and his presence elicited an instant physical reaction. A surge of excitement to her core, knees suddenly going numb, color uncontrollably rising in her cheeks. Christie suppressed the urge to immediately offer herself up to him...

She hated the way her body reacted to his mere presence. She isn't going to be some easy hook-up this time... not after what he did at the party.

"Hey." she replied in a whisper, fighting to keep her voice calm and steady. "Are we going some place else? I'm sure you didn't message me to study together."
 
Trent couldn't read everything in Christie's body language, but he was the type of guy who saw what he wanted to see. Seeing her blush to his hand on her thigh, the way she seemed to tense a bit as he touched her, made a smile appear on his face, widening at her nervous statement.

"Hey. Are we going some place else? I'm sure you didn't message me to study together."

He laughed. "Of course not." His hand squeezed her thigh a bit, moving a tiny bit further, as if he needed to hint at his intent. Trent knew that she knew what they were meeting up for, and it wasn't to talk. "Well, we are together....and we're both studying, in a way." His greedy gaze went to her slim body, imagining it how he'd seen it at the frat party; over the table, taking every cock that was put in her hand, or pussy, or mouth, and her playing the eager slut, taking them all.

"But sometimes it's more fun to get the answers ahead of time instead of preparing for a test." The hand was still on her thigh, but now at the hem of her shorts, his massive palm slowly massaging the material, making its way towards her center as he spoke, his eyes locked on to hers.

"I do want to take you somewhere, Christie, but it's not a place persay...well, not a physical one, anyways." He quickly clarified, leaning in to whisper. "I want see your hot little body brought to a place of ecstacy, over and over again...and I think you do, too."

He dared to reach for the button on her shorts, not intending to undo it even as he thumbed it, wanting her to think he would if he wanted to start there.

"The real question is, how much do you want to wait? Because I've always wanted to do a girl in the library..."

His tone of voice sounded very confident that he would. But did he mean now, or later...?
 
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