“No! No!” I begged, but it was only a moment before James shoved something in my mouth. He either did it deliberately, or it was an unlikely accident, but the panty’s crotch ended up against my tongue, and I could taste myself.
The president yanked my legs farther apart and dripped some cool lube on my asshole. Thank god he used lube, I don’t think I could have survived if he’d entered my ass dry. Nothing I have ever experienced before has hurt as badly as it did when he slammed his cock into my virgin asshole. He pulled mostly out and then thrust in even harder. While I writhed and screamed into the gag, he pounded me ripping my asshole apart. He must have set some kind of record for stamina because he lasted in my ass even longer than he had in my cunt. I blacked out briefly from the pain, and the next thing I knew my asshole was being stretched even wider as James buried his monster cock in it. The only thing that saved me was that James didn’t last anywhere near as long as the president had.
After they both finished fucking me, the president grabbed my ass. “We’ll tell Pinkman what a good sweet fuck you were.”
They left, and I collapsed on the bed. My throat was raw, my cunt was on fire, and my ass felt like it had been shredded.
Later that night, I received a message from my Master reminded me that there were thirty-six fraternities on campus.
Master reminded me that there were thirty-six fraternities on campus.
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