Frat House

phone sex

Today I woke up confused. I didn’t know where I was, how I got there or who I was with. The last thing I remember is taking pills my friends gave me and going to a campus party at one of the fraternity houses. I remember it felt weird to be only one of 4 girls there and there were over 100 guys. They were a couple of keggers and I remember two guys in the frat locking the doors from the inside once I arrived. I do remember a really cute frat guy handing me a beer, and asking me “Is this what you really want?” and I’m fairly certain he wasn’t just talking about beer. Funny, today I seem to have an awful lot of discharge from my unusually swollen and red cunt. But its not like my normal occasional discharge; it seems to flowing rivers of white creamy goo and seems to be leaving my body by the cupfuls . Even my asshole is puckered and irritated as it drained creamy juices down my legs while I walked home from the random guy’s house I awakened at this afternoon. People who saw me walk the mile home in my heels, torn tee-shirt and ultra-mini lace see through skirt probably thought I was a prostitute expelling the previous night’s cum from every orifice. Hmmmm….do you think thats what all this runny substance is under all my clothes? Could it be copious amounts of nutsauce ? Gosh, I never thought about that possibility until now.

Today I woke up confused. I didn’t know where I was, how I got there or who I was with…And I plan on saying the same thing tomorrow morning too.

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