This was written by lubutt17 but disappeared along with his other stories.

Luanne was 18 class old and a newbie at -- - College. She was stunningly pretty, even beautiful ; five-foot-four with longsighted chestnut-brown hair that fell in gentle wafture to her shoulders, sparkling hazel centre, milky-white, perfect skin, and an innocuous smile that could break your heart and soul with its sweetness. Her body was perfect ; just a soupcon on the embonpoint side, but curvy and delicious, with good hips, a beautifully round and protuberant bottom, and breasts just a lilliputian too orotund for her physique. perfect, beautifully shapely peg and arms, pretty fundament and hands, and a magical modesty and old-fashioned prudery that made it illuminate she had no conceit about her beauty. She seemed innocently incognizant of it.
It was Rush Week, and Luanne was the prettiest girl that had ever wanted to pledge the Delta sorority -- and they hated her for it. The other girls -- homely cad, obese pigs, and ugly geeks -- were viciously overjealous of this sweet and beautiful young lady. They decided to punish Luanne and build her innocent stunner a curse instead of something to be proud of. They would destroy her, making her a laughingstock and a public cunthole instead of `` the prettiest miss at -- - College. '' they began making plans the very day that Luanne showed up at their rush party.

Day 1

Luanne clapped her reasonably helping hand with joy at being told she had been accepted as a toast -- but she did n't comment the sly looks that passed between the two girl who brought her the news, one fat with piggy little eyes, the other skinny, flat-chested and pimply. They smirked knowingly at each other, but wretched Luanne took the smirks as favorable smile. She would soon larn differently.

Luanne reported to the dormitory basement that night ; the Deltas had no sorority house. She learned that she was the only if assurance that year -- which she took as an honor, but which was merely role of the alive phallus'plan. Luanne blushed when she heard the attire codification for sin Week : she would be allowed to get into no underwear, no panties or bra, all workweek. brusk miniskirt and clingy knit tiptop with whiten thong bikini sandals would be all she was allowed to wear. She was to assume no nail refinement on either fingers or toes, and no jewelry at all. It was all part of the dynamic fellow member'cruel plan.

And there was more.

On that first night, Luanne was required to foray naked in the hall basement and wait, standing on a tabletop barefoot and without so much as a Band-Aid on, while the actives took all her clothing back to her room. The jolly virgin stood nervously, blushing an embarrass red in the burnished visible radiation as the other girlfriend giggled and pointed at her. Luanne felt horribly exposed and vulnerable, intensely aware that there was not so much as a stitch of her clothing in the elbow room or indeed even in that backstage of the student residence. She kept looking nervously at a boastfully mirror on the wall opposite the board, mortified at her tote up pic. She felt like she was on display.

The actives stared at her and hated her even more intensely. Luanne 's bare white meat were as perfect as could be imagined ; wax, house and pointed, with oversized, puffy pink aureolae as big as coffee loving cup and fat, prominent nipple that stuck out a half-inch. Her big buns was round and house, deeply dissever and as smooth out and creamy as could be, without a shadow of cellulite. Her belly was smoothly curved, picket and almost flat ; her sweet pubis plump and tempting, her diffused vaginal crevice seeable through her sparse, pure hair. There we 're no sharp Angle on her body -- she was all curves, milky-white and flawless. Luanne looked like an angel, but a shapely and sensual one.

The early daughter'green-eyed monster and hatred knew no saltation. They did not frown, though ; they laughed and sniggered and smiled cruel smiling as they made Luanne turn and mannerism and joint out her dresser and crease over with her unornamented feet wide apart. Luanne could not help oneself looking back at the mirror as she showed off her big, beautiful, bare blank ass and gently swinging breasts.

The sorority officers came back, carrying ...

'' Oh, no, '' cried Luanne softly.

They were holding an electric clipper, a pan of water, a bar of goop, and a disposable razor. `` Oh, no, please ... ''

Luanne was made to lie down on the mesa under the smart lights and spread her wooden leg astray, holding her articulatio genus back with her pretty barren feet in the air while they shaved her twat bare from her belly to her asshole. She was soon as pink and hairless as a three-year-old, her plump, ship's boat vagina completely exposed. She was then told to hold her kitty as wide open as she could for `` inspection, '' her stifle back and wide apart and her pretty script stretching her pink, perfect pussycat lips to the max. poor Luanne 's brass was smart red with embarrassment as she peeled her virgin labia back and showed off her tender, intimate first step for the very first fourth dimension. Luanne was showing off her most informal secret, which no one but her female doctor had ever seen, to everyone in the room.

But that was n't enough. At the active'prompting, Luanne began squeezing her vaginal brawniness as blatantly as she could, making her bid, perfect, virgin slit unfastened and close, squeeze and squelcher, as obscenely as could be imagined. She could not deal her eyes off the mirror on the opponent bulwark ; she was displaying herself like a shameless fancy woman. Her typeface was a mysterious, abashed red as she kept up her `` cuntal exercises, '' as the actives called them.

It would have been even redder had Luanne known she was going out over a know video feed to every brotherhood on campus, where the Male students watched her `` review '' on enormous projection screen. They whooped and hollered in joy and luxuria -- and recorded pretty Luanne 's bald, three-foot-high, stretched-open and squish hole -- with her pretty pink-cheeked side just above it in the screen background -- on videotapes that would be seen by every male in the college. She was looking right into one of the television camera which was concealed behind the mirror, and the miss working that camera had zoomed in on Luanne 's wide-open cunt, making sure her pretty red face was visible as her squeezing, visibly juicy sex organs filled the screen.

Luanne had been on tv camera from the moment she had begun to leach, exhibit naked to any man or boy who cared to watch.

Day 2

The succeeding day, Luanne noticed the giggling, the pointing, the smirks and the whisper conversations that followed her wherever she went -- but she ascribed them to her unforesightful skirt, her bare, pale, shapely legs, and the fact that she was obviously not wearing a bra. Luanne 's dense tits were clearly visible under her clingy blouse, her fat pap outlined by the thin cloth, and they jiggled and wobbled as she walked. She carried a notebook virtually of the day as she went to her form, clutching it to her chest modestly. That made it firmly to control her brusk skirt in the wind, which was constantly threatening to divulge her bare ass and shaved slit. It was a recollective day for the modest, destitute beauty.

On the second dark in the dorm basement, Luanne was once again ordered to remain firm on the table in the glaring, merciless lights -- again, barefoot and totally bare, as bare as a newborn baby, pale and perfective. She wondered what would happen that Nox as she posed and postured at the actives'focal point, doing backbends and Chinese rip and crawling on her hands and knees. Every pose and move seemed to exhibit her heavy bare tits, her big white ass, and her bare bald pussy, but Luanne hardly noticed. She had no thought of anyone but her sorority baby watching as she looked at herself in the mirror.

All over the campus, the men were gathering in front of their huge-screened plasma TVs, laughing, opening beers, lighting articulatio and making surely their videocassette recorder were getting everything. The pretty naked girl on the projection screen turned and posed innocently, looking into the heart of her grin, appreciative audience with an apprehensive verbal expression that only made her seem more exposed and bare. 100 of horny men were watching her, but she had no idea of it. That made her vulnerability that much more exciting to the watching men.

At the active voice'direction, Luanne was squatting low with her bare fundament wide apart and her pelvis thrust forward blatantly, facing the mirror and leaning back on her hands, looking at herself and her bare, totally exposed genitalia in the mirror -- biting her lip in embarrassment at her Buck naked exhibit. She felt very unladylike ; why, she was even showing off her pink, twitching arsehole !

Luanne held that pose as the actives poured warm oil all over her white, defenseless body, rubbing it in and spreading it till she was thickly coated and gleaming from her au naturel infantry to her hairline. When every square millimetre of her body was shining, she was told to brook up.

'' Now saltation naked for us, assurance Luanne, '' said Wendy. `` Dance dirty. Shake your pap and hump your pussy and joggle your ass. Get down and break your hips like you 're fucking. If you do n't dance dirty enough, you do n't get in. '' One of the former missy pressed a button on a boombox in the recess, and a lewd, thumping rock music metre filled the room.

The shy, modest coed hardly knew how to begin, but after some suggestion by the cruel actives, Luanne was shaking her bare, perfect tits and bumping her freshly shave pussy like a belly professional dancer, showing off her fat, yummy bare ass and squatting to hunch over and stroke her totally exhibit crotch, giggling with overplus and excitement -- barefoot, shaved bare, and as raw as a newborn baby, gleaming all over with the bright oil.

And all over the campus, men were cheering and whistling and shouting encouragement as they watched barren Luanne bump and jiggle naked and gleaming with oil.

Luanne felt strange ; she was really getting into the music, extremely conscious of her naked, glistening soundbox, and growing sexually aroused as well. Her break cunt was swollen, her nipples hard. She was beginning to really work at putting on the smutty and most obscene sexual presentation that she could. She had never felt quite that way before ...

The young lady had had shell of brownies and Cokes before the confluence began, and Luanne 's brownies had been heavily laced with powerful Afghan hashish. Luanne was stoned.

To the actives'-- and the avidly watching men 's -- delight, the pale, naked, shoeless looker was soon giving it everything she had. Luanne was half-squatting with her unornamented infantry planted wide apart, snapping her hip forward rhythmically to show off her shave and shining private parts. She was bouncing and waggling her heavy, gleaming, hard-nippled tit, turning and shaking her plump, picket, oily ass, and bending over to adhere it out as she arched and hunched and pumped her hips. She seemed ineffective to fill up her shapely leg, dancing with her glistening thighs all-inclusive apart the whole time.

The medicine changed, growing faster, the beat more insistent. Luanne jumped and stamped and bounced heavily on her heels, making every square inch of her pale, raw, shining flesh quiver and quake like Jell-O -- tits flying, thigh working, unornamented infantry arching and turning. Giggling, Luanne even squatted and stuck out her gleaming, intumesce puss and held it unresolved, working her redly aroused cuntmuscles in time to the medicine. She bent over and crouched and pulled her fat, gleaming asscheeks apart to show off her flaring pussy mouth and her shiny pink whoreson, swinging her perfect, glistening titmouse wildly between her legs, bare feet still wide apart on the oil-spattered mesa. Then she squatted even low-pitched and stuck out her ass as if inviting anyone watching to fuck her, brushing the tabular array with her swinging tits, her fat, tumid pap leaving trails of oil.

In the men 's dorm and fraternity sign, there was an uncharacteristic silence, broken only by the episodic ecphonesis : `` God DAMN. '' `` look at that. '' `` She 's -- oh, betray, look what she 's DOING ! '' `` await at that bitch GO ! '' most of the men had their hands down their trouser, and a few were openly jacking off. No one made fun of them. Luanne was not dancing like the usual bored, languid stripper or pole dancer ; this was something none of them had ever seen before.

Luanne danced naked for almost an hour. By the time she was done, there was not a one square toes inch of her embrocate and creamy-bare trunk that she had not displayed as brazenly as possible, not an orifice that she had not exposed and opened and allowed everyone to see inside, not an Panthera uncia of pale babyfat flesh she had not shaken and jiggled and tossed wildly in her shockingly filthy raw sex-dance.

Day 3

The next day, Luanne remembered almost nothing. She went to course with cypher on beneath her clingy top and short wench again ; this sentence, though, the men watched her with thirsty stares, not smirks. Her hide seemed strangely soft and smooth ; she wondered why.

That evening, Luanne reported as ordered to the parking lot behind the dorm. She felt more well-situated, since she had been allowed to put on underwear ; a lean lace bra and a dyad of petite Bikini panty under her skirt and blouse. She wondered what it meant.

A windowless van was waiting for her there, with several of the active agent standing around it. She was told to get into the back, which she did. inside, she was told to take off her skirt and blouse ; Luanne did so, reluctantly, and waited fearfully in nothing but her skimpy undies.

The van began moving. `` Wh-where are we going ? '' asked Luanne in a bantam, scare voice.

'' Your first base test, Pledge Luanne, '' said Wendy, the chapter president, a homely, lank-haired geek with thick ice. `` The Pledge Run. ``

Luanne felt `` Oh, no .... ''

'' Yes. We 're going to drop you off on the former face of the campus, and you have to get back to the dorm the C. H. Best way you can. ``

'' In my UNDERWEAR ? '' the jolly coed whimpered.

'' That 's what makes it a test. '' The van stopped. To her horror, Luanne saw that they were squarely in the middle of the area where the men 's dormitory were.

'' Not HERE ! '' she cried, but the heartless daughter opened the door of the van and told her to get out.

Luanne could already hear the whistles and whoops from the window of the surrounding building as she climbed out of the vehicle. Standing there on the sidewalk in nix but her tiny pantie and bra and string sandals, she looked around fearfully ; every window seemed to be filled with boy, some looking at her through binoculars. She looked back at the missy in the van desperately. `` Please do n't leave me here like this ! '' she begged.

The lady friend conferred for a moment. `` All right, Pledge Luanne, '' said Wendy as she got out and came closer. `` We 've decided you do n't make to make the Run in your underclothes. ``

'' Oh, thank you ! '' said Luanne, relieved. She moved to get back into the van, but Wendy stopped her with a hand to her pectus --

-- and abruptly grabbed Luanne 's bra between her breasts and tore it away. An instant later, she ripped Luanne 's panties off as well, then quickly got back in the van, holding the rag week of the appal girl 's only garments. `` We decided you can do it BARE-ASS NAKED ! ``

The door slammed and the van sped off, ringing with cruel girlish laugh -- leaving inadequate Luanne standing on the sidewalk in full view of hundreds of howl, whistling men, wearing nothing but her flyspeck sandals. Her heavy breast were bare to her fat tit, her pussy bald and exposed, and her plump whitened ass gleaming under the streetlights.

Luanne ran. She had never known such panic and despair. Her pretty manus struggled to hide her bare, waggling tits and her crotch, but that slowed her pile ; after only a moment, she dropped them and just ran.

The cries followed her : `` Look at those bosom BOUNCE ! '' `` She does n't have ANY clothes on ! '' `` WOO ! Watch her BARE ASS jiggle ! '' `` WOW ! She 's got a SHAVED PUSSY ! '' `` She 's nude ! ``

Luanne ran desperately, letting her bare boob fly and her bare seat shake as she sprinted bare across the open campus as hard as she could. She was horribly conscious of her trim pussy as she headed for her aloof dorm -- and she was also conscious that she was growing wet there.

Luanne was horrified and panicked at her raw exposure -- but she was also, somehow, thrilled and excited. She did not birth meter to wonder why. She just ran naked as hard as she could.

Luanne somehow made it back to the dormitory, where she hammered desperately on the methamphetamine threshold till one of the active agent let her in. `` Now that was n't so bad, was it ? '' said Wendy, waiting in the dorm lobby as Luanne stumbled in, bare, gasping and breathless. `` variety of a thrill, was n't it ? ``

Still wearing nothing but her Bikini sandals, Luanne was led to the basement and ordered up onto the table again ; she wondered what she would have to do that night.

She did n't have to marvel long. After being told to take her sandals -- '' Whenever you 're on the Pledge phase, you have to be absolutely raw, '' said Wendy -- Luanne was told to squat and masturbate.

The still-shy coed refused at 1st, but after some tantalization and grim commands, she finally squatted, pale thighs wide, and began to stroke her pink pussy and massage her bare, exposed backtalk tentatively. She blushed in abasement as the active pointed and laughed at her exposed -- and visibly juicy -- vagina. `` Look, she 's sloppy-wet ! '' `` We thought you were MODEST, Luanne ! '' `` have it afford so everybody can see ! ``

The crowds of men far away were howling in prediction as bare Luanne bit her lip and exposed her glow kettle of fish to the merciless camera. She looked at the mirror -- and into their grinning faces -- with horror at her brazen, slutty display. Her trim pussy was red, swollen, and dripping-wet.

Finally, naked Luanne slipped a jolly middle digit into her lustrous bald mess to sunshine and whoops that she could not listen. She began to slide her gleaming finger in and out, and soon she was fingerfucking herself in earnest as the other daughter reminded her that she had just run naked across the campus in full sentiment of hundreds of men. `` And that turned you ON, did n't it, Luanne ? ``

The naked beauty whispered `` Y-yes, '' rubbing her swelling clit and digging her fingerbreadth deep in her knock off twat. `` You 'd like to do it AGAIN, would n't you, pledge ? '' She nodded rapidly, her fount red, lips pursed and blowing, eyes squeezed shut in superfluity and concentration.

The former girls kept up the teasing. `` Your BARE TITS were bouncing all over the topographic point, toast ! '' `` And EVERYBODY saw your SHAVED puss ! '' Luanne gasped at each vocalization, knowing them to be on-key. `` Your BARE ASS was jiggling like crazy, Luanne ! '' `` You were sawhorse NAKED in world ! '' Her face grew distorted with intimate high temperature as she fingered herself frantically, rubbing her clit and pumping her finger in and out with a lewd smacking sound.

As the active voice -- and every boy she knew, and 12 she did n't -- watched, naked Luanne began to hunch forward her hips in sexual urgency, squatting flat-footed and slapping her hairless genitals as she pumped her finger faster and faster. She was mewing and whimpering, shivering with her vivid strain, perfect mammilla quivering and nipples stiff with arousal as she jacked her pussy off for the photographic camera, unknowingly showing 100 of leering men how her typeface and cunt looked as she rose toward orgasm. The frat theatre rang with chants of `` CUM ! CUM ! CUM ! '' as Luanne spread her pale thighs wider and cocked her pussycat upwardly, biting her lip and fingering herself frantically. She began to use two fingerbreadth, and they cheered and whooped.

Finally, as the active voice has instructed her, at the moment of her climax Luanne held her glistening, fiery-red pussy unfastened wide and rubbed her swollen clit hard, staring blearily into the mirror and grunting `` I-I 'm cuh-COMING ! '' in a strangled voice as the men in a dozen places howled at her spasming, open trap and her misrepresented, grimacing, but still pretty face. Luanne was totally expose from her polishless toes to her squinting eyes as she came on the hulk screens, long and intemperate and jerking deliciously, stretching her spasming twat into a lewd red funnel shape and showing off how she gushed fluid and how her cuntmuscles worked and squeezed convulsively as she shuddered and quivered and orgasmed, squinting at the mirror, mouth open, still shocked at her whorish display even as she came for more than a broad minute.

When the camera were finally turned off, scads of VCRs were unplugged and the men hurried to their rooms, eager to rewind their mag tape and jak off to naked Luanne 's fingerfucking show.

The active members giggled when naked Luanne, quivering and weak from her powerful climax, mumbled `` for certain glad no one else could see me do that ... ''

Day 4

The next day, Luanne was required to walk the entire length of the mall -- wearing nothing but her sandals and a T-shirt decent by half an column inch. The shirt said `` DELTA PLEDGE '' in red letters six inches high.

Stares followed her, and not only because of her beautiful, denudate white wooden leg and pretty, almost-bare feet ; it was n't too hard to pretend that she wore nothing beneath the shirt from her pink, embarrassed expression and her careful walk. Her large, rigid nipple and loosely wobbling asscheeks being clearly visible and obvious did n't avail, either. By the time she climbed back into the van -- flashing a dozen staring men with her hairless crotch -- her upper berth second joint were slick and shiny with juice from her swollen, dripping pussy.

Back on the `` pledge stage '' in the basement, Luanne was took off her tee shirt and sandals and stood naked, shivering with humiliation and excitement and wondering what could possibly happen now. She secretly hoped she would be ordered to she-bop again ; the shuddery charge of walking the Mall braless and bottomless had made her hungry for it even as she was horrified and ashamed.

It was n't that. It was worse. She was handed a farseeing, loggerheaded, obscenely rough electric automobile dildo, and told to use it. After only a bit 's reluctance, she did, sliding that fat charge plate peter trench into her sloppy-wet pussy and turning it on. The watching men in their dormitory lobbies and frat house rec way whooped and sniggered at Luanne 's guiltless `` Ooo ! '' when she felt the vibration. She began to slide it in and out of her shaven cunt, tentatively, staring at herself in the mirror -- her somewhat face red with embarrassment and violated modesty, but still betraying a reluctant but eager intimate excitement.

The dildo was heavily veined and ridged and covered with nautical mile and blow ; the very survey of it disappearing into her bare, slipperiness golf hole and sliding out again, visibly stirring and flipping her swollen kitty-cat lips, was the filthiest affair she had ever seen. Luanne stared at herself in the mirror and opened her bare pegleg all-embracing to construct it easier to see. The men were hooting and whistling and howling, but she could n't listen them.

Soon Luanne was pumping that big bumpy buzzer openly, all modesty forgotten as she cocked her shaved slit upward with her bare ashen thighs wide out-of-doors and fucked herself naked on the table. She was sweating and shuddering, her heavy, pointed titmouse shaking and bouncing and her belly rippling ilk jelly as she stuck out her naked pussy and pumped her drool cunt like she was trying to saw herself in half. Drops of her fucking-fluid sprayed from her cunt and flew through the air as she pulled it out and slammed it home, again and again. She began pulling it all the way out, exposing her afford, dripping yap completely, then punching it all the way in again, enjoying the brute invasion of her attendant, spiritualist, and baby-bald vagina over and over again.

The watching men were speechless, staring at the pretty, innocent, unknowing, naked young lady making a intimate spectacle of herself on videotape.

Finally, Luanne jammed it in to the hilt and held it there, middle and utter wide -- and came so hard on the vibrating dildo she was babbling gibber and drooling. She was jerking uncontrollably and bouncing urgently on her bleak metrical unit, pretty toes curled up tight and clenched, saliva from her mouth hanging to her bouncing, shaking bare tits.

They made her hold going.

poor people Luanne was made to give the buzzing dildo right on her swollen, distended button and just take it as she tried to weigh slowly to a hundred. The pale, sweating, naked mantrap struggled desperately to remember the numbers game as she strained and shivered in orgasm after forced sexual climax with hundreds of jeering men watching her every grimace and hearing every razz and moan. She had to lead off over eleven multiplication, and never got past her age -- seventeen.

Again, she walked naked and trembling back to her room as scores of men hurried back to their own, to add Luanne 's newest jack-off show to their collection -- after shooting their loads to her unwitting exposition. Luanne could have bathed in the sperm she had caused to spurt that Night. As on the other nights, every square toes inch of her picket, perfective tense, heartbreakingly naked soundbox was stared at and examined and drooled over, in stop-motion, slowly motion, and frame by frame, till long after the sun came up.

Day 5

Luanne went to her form amid laughter and pointing and long, hungry stares, reddened and embarrass once again. She assumed that everyone was still remembering her naked run across the campus, and maybe ; she tried to conserve a small ladylike self-respect and aplomb, but it was hard with her hard tits wobbling and her bare ass and puss so constantly near to exposure under her scant skirt.

Luanne was grateful for her twice-a-week strong-arm Education course of study ; the coach tolerated no falderol from frat or sororities, and it was the one fourth dimension when she could find properly dressed and not in danger of exposure in her T-shirt, gym shorts, and necessitate sports bra. The Deltas had a plan to wrack that, of course. They knew the coach left the campus after the fille went to their showers.

When Luanne stepped out of her shower, stark naked and dripping wet, she found that all of her clothes were gone -- even her PE uniform and fink. There was cypher by her locker but a towel.

'' Where are my clothes ? '' she cried plaintively.

'' Looks like somebody stole them, Luanne, '' said one of the early fille -- a Delta. `` guessing you have to walk back to the dorm in null but your towel ... '' She grinned cruelly and left. Luanne was alone in the footlocker room with no former hope of covering.

She looked around frantically, but there was nothing. Finally, she picked up the towel and her core sank.

It was not even her regular towel. It was thin and threadbare, and smaller than her own. Luanne tried wrapping it around herself ; it was barely foresighted enough, and she had to hold it in place. She found that if she wrapped it high enough to hide her total breasts, it left her shaved kitty and half her plump bottom exposed ; if she wrapped it so it just hid her nipples, it was decent by half an inch.

There was nothing else she could do. Holding the towel closed beside her breasts and using her arm to partially enshroud the pale upper berth mounds of her chest and hold it closed at her hip with her other paw, she walked barefoot to the door of the field of study house, wondering how it could get any worse.

Then she opened the door.

The PE field star sign was at the far end of the football sphere, and even after that it was a long walking back to her dorm ; and she saw that the way there was crowded with grinning men who had obviously been given advance poster of her quandary. It took all the braveness and self-respect she could muster to walk out of that door and into the violent storm of whistles, cheer and catcalls.

The curvy coed was blushing bright red, but she tried to walk calmly through the howling mob. All but naked, she held her towel on precariously and walked barefoot across the athletic field ; it took everything she had not to run, but she knew if she did she would suffer the towel. The hooting men goggled at Luanne 's beautiful blank legs, bare all the way up. They cheered at glimpses of her generous breasts and her adorable, round, pallid ass. When she lost her grip on her towel for a moment and the wind caught it, they whooped at a flash of her hairless crotch and laughed at her desperate efforts to cover herself again.

And when she dropped the towel completely and hurriedly bent to pick it up, they high-fived each other and took pictures with their cellphone phones and photographic camera of her exposed bare ass and waggling bare tits.

No one would help her. No one offered his coat or sweatshirt. They were all there to watch the pretty miss try to get back to her student residence in nothing but a tiny towel, and to enjoy her embarrassment, her humiliation, and most of all her soaker, ripe, creamy-white body.

It took pathetic Luanne almost half an hour to get back. She dropped her towel XVIII times.

Finally, the edifice was in sight. Luanne quickened her pace, hurrying for protection at last, her strip feet moving quickly on the hot sidewalk.

The door was locked, of course. Luanne had to walk all the way around the building, dropping her towel twice more to the huge entertainment of the watching men. Finally, the other missy let her in.

The men all disappeared from the grounds outside the dormitory the minute she went inside. They were all back in their frat sign and hall third house, preparing to determine Luanne 's raw ordeal on lively TV.

The girls took Luanne straight to the cellar, where she mounted the stage without her towel -- au naturel, barefoot, trembling, and involuntarily excited. Like her naked run across the campus, her retentive paseo in front of the crew of men in nil but a thin out and too-small towel had left her with taut nipples and a swollen, squishy-wet, and steaming-hot vagina. She was literally dripping, her inner thighs shiny and slick with her juices.

The other girl made Luanne display her sloppy-wet cunt openly, and she stared at herself in the mirror in alarm fascination. Her barefaced pussy was flaring undefended, her cuntlips fat, red and gleaming, her fucking-juice drooling to the table between her bare feet as she squatted and held herself receptive for her unseen audience. She could not hear their triumphant whoops and cheer as she looked directly at them from their enormous plasm projection screen and exhibited her beautiful, gushing, ready-to-fuck pussy.

The active agent brought out an even bigger dildo than the one Luanne had used before, a thick, black monster almost a foot and a half long. They stuck it to the table with Krazy glue between Luanne 's bare base, and she looked down at it. Both repugnance and fascination were discernible on her pretty face.

There was a white-hot condom ring around the dildo, just beneath the lemon-sized head teacher. `` Wh-what 's that ring for ? '' asked Luanne in a tremulous voice.

'' Your job, pledge, '' said Wendy with a cruel grin, `` is to fuck that dildo and button that ring all the way to the rear end. ``

'' Oh, no, '' whimpered Luanne. Her obvious reverence and humiliation were rendered a bit less pitiable by the fact that her fat pink mammilla had grown instantly intemperate and were sticking out like spike heel. The men in their frat houses and dorm howled with laughter and lust as the camera zoomed in on them, as big as Luanne 's fingertips and tautly erect.

'' Now get on it, '' Wendy ordered. Just as Luanne crouched naked over the huge dildo, Wendy stopped her. `` postponement, '' she said -- and turned it on.

It emitted a aloud buzz, and was visibly, strongly vibrating, a black blur. `` Now, '' said the chapter President of the United States. `` Squat on it. Let 's see you push that ring all the way down. ``

Looking in the mirror with veneration in her middle, the bare, horribly embarrassed looker slowly lowered herself onto the massive natural rubber hawkshaw. She bit her lip and shut her optic loaded as her swollen-headed pussy lips touched the powerfully vibrating head, and she shivered at the intense input, her heavy nipple quivering.

Luanne struggled to work that monster into her hairless, glistening cunt, but the buzzing, shaking caoutchouc pecker was so enormous, she had to twist and reverberate fetchingly to work it in. Luanne 's expression was distorted with pain and lecherousness as she hunched and bounced desperately on the gigantic phallus, her big tits bouncing and dangling as her conceited pussy rim stretched to their limit.

Finally, Luanne 's pussy had completely covered the headspring, and she paused in a sensual half-squat, gasping with a mindless formulation of gaping lust on her pretty cheek as the jumbo dildo buzzed in her hole. All over the campus, men were taking motion-picture show and capturing freeze-frames of the lovely, full-bosomed, naked coed posing on her pretty toes with a gigantic bleak dildo protruding from her pale, bald crotch.

'' Come on, assurance ! '' the active agent taunted her. `` All the way down ! '' `` stuff that pussy full ! '' `` What 's the matter, Luanne ? Does it feel GOOD ? '' She shook her head quickly -- then nodded, and the other girlfriend laughed at her, making sure not to stand between Luanne and the hidden camera.

The pale, trembling beauty slowly worked her way down on the immense dildo, pushing more and more of the wooden-headed black shot into herself, jerking and shuddering and crying out at the fierce aesthesis in her snatch. Luanne was still LE than a third gear of the way down when she was shaken like a leaf in the farting by her foremost cataclysmic sexual climax. She bent forward, breast dangling and shaking, backtalk open and eyes clenched shut, and shivered and jerked in her to the highest degree intense sexual climax yet. Just as she peaked, she opened her eyes and looked at the mirror in despair, holding her gaze as she grimaced and moaned with sexual excruciation --

And of line she was not allowed to get off the dildo for even a single second 's rest.

Luanne began to bounce desperately, bosom flying and teeth gritted, as she worked to drive Thomas More and more of the huge, buzzing penis into her spasming hole. She was shattered by sexual climax after cramping orgasm, squatting lower and low-spirited, every inch of her pale, perfect body shining with sweat.

Finally, the beautiful, nude fille, a tousled crash now though still stunningly pretty, leaned back with her plump bare asscheeks nearly on the table and displayed the stump of the dildo protruding from her stretched-out puss between her bare ft -- and the white rubber anchor ring was all the way down to the bag. Luanne had fifteen inches of wrist-thick vibrating rubber dick buried in her beautiful snatch, and again 100 of leering men caught the moment on film and video. `` I did it, '' she quavered, and the active voice cheered and clapped. `` Now get started, '' said Wendy with a cruel grin.

'' Wh-what ? I 'm fuh-finished, '' whimpered the exhausted beauty in confusion.

'' Nope. Now you have to FUCK it, pledge, like I told you. Now do it ! ``

They made her slide all the way up and and all the way down on that big buzzer for another twenty proceedings of mindbending climaxes. Luanne 's thigh were quivering with fatigue and her consistency dripped with travail, but she kept going as the videotapes recorded her every groan and grimace and tit-waggling coerce orgasm.

Finally, they let her stop and stand up. Luanne shakily announced that she needed to pee. kinda than letting her go to a john, the actives made her crouch naked over a bucket and give her wet, red, distended and stretched-out pussy wife assailable as she pissed naked on camera. Then they finally turned them off.

Every man watching had either openly masturbated to spurting orgasm or had cum in his trouser at least once, and many more than once. Every unmarried one.

Day 6

The Deltas'fell program was to wear Luanne completely. They intended to ruin her purity, rip away her charming modesty, crush her dignity, and brutally slim down her to a cheap, degraded nookie loose woman, a contemptible public cunthole who would do anything for anybody. That night, their plan would come full circle and Luanne would larn what had been done to her -- and that worse, a good deal spoiled, would follow.

That break of the day, Luanne had been told she could preen normally again. She had passed all the test, they said, and nothing remained but the courtly induction ceremonial occasion that night.

Hugely relieved, Luanne went to her socio-economic class with renewed confidence and poise ; she still blushed at the smiling and snickers she encountered, which she assumed were the wake of her raw run and her adventure with the towel, but she thought all that would eventually pass.

That even, Luanne reported to the dorm basement as usual, looking forward to becoming a fully fledged Delta. The room was lightly decorated, with banner and tinsel and a streamer reading `` Luanne FINALLY GETS IT ''. She thought the choice of words odd, but was still touched by the trouble the other girls had gone to.

Soft-rock music was playing, and there was a mesa with biff and brownie -- but one of the girl handed her a affluent plate and a wide-cut cup as she walked in the room access. It was the fat, pig-eyed little girl who had first brought her the news that she had been accepted.

She smiled sweetly and said, `` seed in, Luanne. Here, have a seat on the lounge. You 're the Edgar Albert Guest of pureness ! '' She led the pretty coed to a gravid sofa which had apparently been brought in just for the occasion. Luanne noticed that an enormous big-screen TV had been placed paired. Were they going to watch a movie ?

Before she could ask, one of the active agent sat down beside her and indicated the brownies. `` Eat up, Luanne, '' she said. `` We made them special, from scar. '' As Luanne took a bite, the fille smiled. `` This is going to be a very crucial Nox for you. Are you excited ? ``

'' I 'm thrilled, '' said Luanne. `` You all put me through a lot, but after tonight that 's all over and I 'll be one of you. ``

The girl said nothing ; she only patted her hand, smiled, and walked away.

Luanne sat by herself and ate the brownie. She wondered why none of the early girls came by to say howdy ; something to do with waiting till the ceremony, she thought.

Luanne was hungry ; someone had said they would be having dinner -- '' lots of eating '' were the girl 's genuine Bible -- so she had skipped the cafeteria, where the boy all stared at her and whispered anyway. The brownies were good, but tasted odd. She ate all that were on her plate.

After an hr or so, Luanne was growing uncomfortable ; when was something going to materialise ? The girls all seemed to be waiting for something.

She was also growing woozy. coloration seemed brighter, the euphony seemed especially hypnotic and rhythmic. She was very conscious of her body -- and of a growing sensation in her pussy, a form of tingling. She felt herself growing wet. She vaguely wondered if she could take up a dildo later, and giggled.

That seemed to be a sign. The early little girl gathered around her, looking down at her with what struck Luanne as strange expressions. Some were smiling, but some looked at her with what looked like hatred. She was confused.

'' Are we going to protrude now ? I feel funny, '' she said.

'' Oh, yes, Luanne. We 're going to get now, '' said skinny, homely Wendy, staring at her from behind her thick ice. `` Right now. ``

She nodded at two of the former girls, and suddenly Luanne felt her wrists seized and pulled wide apart. Loops of rope were slipped over her hands, and she found herself tied to the sofa, arms spread wide.

'' What are you doing ? What 's happening ? '' cried the pretty girl, her psyche fuzzy, more than mix up than ever.

No one spoke. knife and scissor grip were produced, and the other girls began cutting her wearing apparel off. `` No ! This is my scoop frock ! I wore it especial ! What are you doing ? discontinue ! '' There was no reply.

In moments, Luanne was stripped completely naked. Two of the girls grabbed her nude metrical unit and pulled her down on the sofa so her bare ass was at the edge, her arms stretched widely above her head ; and then they pulled her bare leg widely apart and tied them to the couch too, knees bent and tied back so her crotch was completely exposed. Luanne was helpless ; wide exposed, stark naked, and totally vulnerable. `` You did n't really think we were going to let you into our sorority, did you -- you stupid grouse ? ``

Luanne looked up at Wendy and blinked blearily. This did n't make sentiency. She was lightheaded and broken, her judgment reeling, her pussycat alive with a crawling itch.

'' You thought you could be one of us ? Why ? So you could be the prettiest little girl in the room all the time ? You, with your gross pap, your hone ass, your hone legs, and your child fount, making us all look like something the dogs dragged in ? Well, forget it, cunt ! We decided it was n't adequate to tell apart you to go to hell -- we decided to send you there ! Take a look ! ``

soul punched a clitoris on a remote, and the immense screen in battlefront of Luanne suddenly lit up -- with the image of au naturel Luanne with her stark infantry in the air, getting her pussy shaved bald.

'' What -- what did you -- oh, my GOD ! You TAPED me ? ! ? ''. Luanne struggled against her ropes, horrified beyond words. `` Who else saw this ? ``

The screen switched to another picture ; dozens of sodality boys cheering and whistling at a immense screen showing Luanne 's unfold, hairless pussy as she stretched it open and worked her cuntmuscles. Her red, embarrassed grimace was clearly seeable in the backcloth above it, looking right into the photographic camera. On the tremendous screen, Luanne 's open hole was the size of a washtub. Every crease and line of her most hugger-mugger and insinuate station was displayed for all to see, gasconade up to billboard size. Her tiny clit looked like a pink doorknob.

Luanne began to cry, weeping hysterically as the scene in front of her changed to another chemical group of howling, laughing men staring at her open vagina -- and another, and another, and another.

Luanne was shaking her head, tears streaming down her buttock, murmuring `` No ... No ... No ... '' The scene changed again ; now the laughing men were chanting `` CUM ! CUM ! CUM ! '' as Luanne, staring at the camera open-mouthed, pumped a big bumpy dildo in and out of her totally bring out pussy, tits shaking and hips hunching lewdly.

'' Bet you 'd like that dildo right now, huh, Luanne ? '' taunted one of the girl cruelly. Even in her agony, Luanne was staring at it hungrily. Her cunt was driving her nutcase ; her divulge mess felt like it was filled and covered with crawling ants.

She could not train her eyes off the screen ; there she was, fuck-dancing nude and gleaming with oil, shaking her bare shiny knocker and undulating her glistening shave pussy as the men stared at her and rubbed their crotch. She vaguely remembered starting the dance, but she could not believe what she was seeing ; her own mitt pulling her fat tweed asscheeks apart to show off her rhythmically squeezing bastard, as she swung and shook her bare tits between her widespread legs. The men on the screen howled, and Luanne sobbed -- while unconsciously pumping her articulatio coxae in time to the music.

Luanne thought she was losing her head. This ca n't be happening. It just ca n't be.

As the scene switched to her squatting on the Brobdingnagian black dildo and shuddering in coming, Luanne cried out, `` WHY DID YOU DO THIS TO ME ? ``

'' Because we could, cunt, '' said one of the girls, the pig-eyed one. `` It was FUN ! ``

'' You may be feeling a trivial funny, Luanne, '' said Wendy. `` Your brownies were good of hashish -- and another footling item ; a ground-up Cantharides beetle. Usually it 's called 'Spanish Fly .'We wanted to arrive at surely you enjoyed yourself tonight -- and that you 're enthusiastic about meeting our guests. ``

'' guest ... ? '' Luanne whimpered.

'' Later. Do you care your movies ? The men do. They made hundreds of written matter. You can buy them at dirty bookstores all over town. And we used your real number name, too. You 're famed, Luanne. You 've got a famous mucky cunthole. ``

Even in her mortification and desperation, Luanne was growing more than and more desperate for fill-in from the fierce, blazing itch in her vagina. `` Please -- oh, please put something in my pussy ... '' Her ass was grinding against the sofa shock, her coxa working desperately, pumping her empty cunt on nothing.

The girls grinned at each other. `` Oh, that will be taken care of, Luanne. Never fearfulness. '' The young lady began to move toward the threshold. As they looked back at Luanne -- shaved, double-dyed naked, and tied wide-cut open, hips hunching hungrily -- they smirked and giggled. `` Have a overnice night, Luanne. '' `` I 'm for certain you 'll experience better by morning. '' `` Do n't work too tough. ``

As the daughter filed out of the room, Luanne cried out, `` Stop ! You ca n't just bequeath me here like this ! What if soul comes ? ``

The girls burst into gales of laugh, but did n't answer. The room access closed and Luanne was alone.

They had left the videotape playacting. On the screenland, Luanne watched herself doing naked cryptic knee bends on that gigantic dildo, bare feet planted flat and quivering second joint close to enervation, completely exposed as she impaled her distended cakehole on its enormous distance and cinch -- and even in her revulsion and despair at her knowing that hundreds of men had seen her like that, she ached to get on it again. Her big mamilla were so hard they hurt, her bare toes were clenched tight, and her insanely itchiness kitty-cat was swollen and red and dripping-wet. She was conscious of every square inch of her exposed skin, but still unaware of her pumping hips. Her heart were bloodshot and her lip dry ; she was extremely stoned and achingly, desperately hot to be fucked, though she hardly knew it.

The door opened again, and for half a indorse Luanne 's heart leaped with joy -- it was all a gag, they were coming back to let her go -- and then she saw the men crowding into the room.

'' Oh, no .... '' Luanne began to cry again as the men gathered around her, looking down at her and at each other with broad grins, shaking their caput in curiosity. The pretty coed was a sight to behold, so pale and sonsie and perfect -- so naked and wide open -- and pumping her generous hips so hard her arduous, pointed white meat quivered in rhythm. `` Please help me, '' Luanne whimpered.

'' Depends on what sort of service you want, honey, '' said one of the men. The others laughed. `` What can we do for you ? ``

On the screen, Luanne was jerking in orgasm, fingering her cunt frantically and crying out. On the sofa, she struggled hopelessly against her ropes again, and the men watched, grinning and rubbing their genital organ. `` Please -- '' she whimpered, `` Please -- ''

She meant to say `` Untie me, '' but her stoned gaze was drawn to the concealment, and what came out of her mouth was, `` Please put something in my pussy ! ``

The men cheered and high-fived each other, and Luanne burst into split again, weeping bitterly as they began to unbuckle their pants. `` Please -- I 'm a Virgo -- '' she cried, even as her ass levered up and down, pumping her drooling, tumesce slit in front of them all.

'' We know. We thought Steve here should be the one to break you in, baby. Should make for some good video. '' for the for the first time time, Luanne saw that four or five of the men were holding camcorders, aimed at her case, her pussy, and her unit naked, tied-wide-open body. `` NOOOO ! '' she cried, as a man stepped in battlefront of her.

He was at least six-foot-five, and beefy ; his shirt was off, and he was monolithic and powerful and rubbing his crotch languidly. He was also very black, the semblance of Hershey 's dark chocolate. He grinned at Luanne with teeth that were brilliantly blanched against his dark skin, and said in a deep, thick bass interpreter, `` Do n't worry, ma. I be treatin'you right. '' Luanne was bawling like a baby now, sobbing with humiliation and despair -- and desperate need.

Steve dropped his pant and revealed an enormous black cock, almost as big as the immense dildo Luanne had fucked on television camera. It was only half-hard, swinging heavily as he climbed onto the couch and dangled it in the au naturel young lady 's face.

'' sucking on it for a few minutes, whiteness girl, '' he rumbled, `` and I 'll put it in your snatch. '' He spoke as if he were telling her the time.

Luanne saw the camera zoomed in on her face, she saw all the men avidly watching -- and she felt her empty snatch, exposed to them all, sizzling and burning like it was being fried in oil.

She opened her backtalk wide, to cheers and whoops from the watching men. She waited for him to stick that immense black cocksucker into her mouth.

Luanne slurped and slobbered on it wantonly, licking and sucking and doing her upright to bring that immense black dick to full hardness, dire to feel it inside her. She was so stoned, she even began to show off, desperate for it, kissing and licking it while looking fearfully at the cameras, her mouth smeared and drooling and dripping with spit and pre-cum.

Finally, the immense black cock stood at full moon erection, and Steve took his plaza in presence of Luanne 's wide-open thigh. She stared at his prick hungrily, hunching her hips for it. `` Please -- please -- in me, '' she mewed, half insane with her pit need.

'' Say it, infant, '' growled the big black man that she had never seen before. `` Say it and I 'll do it. '' He stroked his iron-hard boner, column inch from her pumping, aching hole.

Luanne was weeping again, beyond mortification. She bit her lip and looked helplessly around at the crowd of grinning, unmerciful men, tears streaming down her expression. `` SAY IT ! SAY IT ! SAY IT ! '' they chanted, as Steve waved his enormous black cock at her undefended, fluid, red hole.

'' ass ME ! '' she finally burst out, and the men whooped and howled and laughed. `` FUCK ME ! FUCK MY CUNT ! FUCK MY HOT PUSSY WITH YOUR BIG HARD prick ! '' As Luanne sobbed in frustration, Steve grinned and stepped forward.

Luanne lifted her pussy to him eagerly, and he slid his enormous dickhead up and down her spongy, swollen pussy lips for a moment, making her shudder and saccade. Finally, he said cruelly, `` grinning for the television camera while I slide it in, child ! Let 's see that pretty white-girl smile ! ``

Poor Luanne struggled to smile, looking at the grinning boys with the camcorders -- and Steve slid his vast, bare, black shaft into her all the way to his balls in one solidus. The confine girl cried out and spasmed, still trying to smile for the television camera, as he began to be intimate her, sliding it in and out, all the way in and all the way out, pumping her deep.

The demarcation of her milky-white bare pelt with his coal-black was too erotic for words ; the mountain of her wet pink pussy rim stretching to accomodate his enormous black off-white was shockingly abhorrent, especially with the naked coed 's desperate grimacing smile as she lost her precious cherry to a shameful man she did n't even know.

He fucked her for twenty minutes. Luanne slowly stopped crying, and began to puff out and gasp, her center shut tight as she concentrated on the sweet rubbing and rilievo in her blazing-hot hole.

Two other guy cable bent grass to her lovely breasts and began to go down on on her big, tender pink nipples, and Luanne moaned and humped harder on the huge stopcock stirring her belly. `` Oh, yes, '' she finally began to moan, involuntarily. `` Oh, YES -- sliding board it in and out -- FUCK me -- FUCK me GOOD -- suck on my bosom -- CHEW on my knob -- ''

The men laughed and watched eagerly, their cameras catching raw Luanne 's every shakiness and cry. The perfect tense twat was finally fulfilling her purpose in life.

Luanne was still cognisant of the television camera, but they did n't matter any more. One of the men climbed up and stick by his peter in her aspect, and Luanne sucked it eagerly as the big sinister dick pumped and plunged and reamed out her itching golf hole. When the dick in her back talk began to gush copiously, Luanne moaned and licked and kissed it as her passably grimace was covered with sperm. She did n't even fuck whose spermatozoon it was, and she did n't care.

Steve finally began to shiver. `` I 'm gon na shoot, infant, '' he quavered in his rich articulation. `` I 'm gon na shoot in your hot white pussy ... ''

Luanne whimpered and pumped her hips faster, wanting it, wanting his dense white squirt in her brutally violated cunt. `` dart it -- shoot it in me -- give it to me -- '' She squeezed and worked her stretched-tight cuntmuscles on him, caressing his brutal cock with her itching, burning cuntal thermionic tube. `` Oh, mama, you 're milkin'me off, '' he said for the benefit of the staring men. `` You 're Makin'me shoot -- ''

And he did. Steve grunted and rammed his Brobdingnagian cock into her all the way, and as the cock-crazed naked girlfriend convulsed against her roofy in a shattering, convulsive orgasm, he blasted her trembling cervix with hard fountain of thick, gooey sperm, so much that it dripped and oozed from her shaved, stretched hollow. The cameras caught it in closeup, with Luanne 's distorted human face in the background, looking at the camera in grimacing, helpless climax.

Steve pulled out, and the camera focused in on Luanne 's cum-dripping, vellication, open cunthole.

She was still humping her ass. `` Please, more, '' she gasped. `` soul, delight -- keep screwing me -- fuck me -- FUCK me -- delight -- ''

The guys crowded in for their turn. A redheaded boy with an average-sized dick stuck it in using Steve 's voluminous wad as lubricator, but Luanne spasmed and came again as if it had been a understructure long. He only held his sperm back for a arcminute or so in her clenching, squeezing vacuum tube, and then he was replaced by another man who fucked her fast and hard. Luanne did n't even open up her eyes to see who was fucking her ; she just humped back at him hungrily, pumping her ass and grunting with effort.

The third guy finished, and the men released her ropes -- and Luanne instantly grabbed her leg beneath her knees and pulled herself open even wider, exhibiting her cum-oozing kettle of fish to them all. `` livelihood fucking me, '' she croaked. `` Do n't block up. Fuck me more. '' She looked around woozily. `` I -- I want everybody to have it off me. I want all your dicks in my maw. nooky me all night ... ''

They did. Luanne took dick any way they wanted ; she stick her beautiful Theodore Harold White ass in the air and took it from behind ; she straddled them and pumped her kitty on their putz, shaking her great bare titmouse in their faces ; she squatted naked on their hard-ons and jacked them off with her jam, bouncing her tits to give them a appearance while she made indisputable everyone could see her swollen, bald cunt squelching up and down on whoever 's peter was in her.

Luanne sucked them off with her pretty backtalk and jacked them off with her pretty hands and even jiggled her pretty breast on their cocks, squeezing their peter between them and milking their cocks till they spurted cum all over her infant face.

She took her first swagger up her ass as everyone watched, and Luanne came as it slid up her rectum to the delectation of the men. She took two prick at once and loved it, squatting naked between two men with one up her slit and the early up her shit -- and sucking off a third as she bounced and came.

Luanne even took two dicks in her pussy at the same clip, shuddering in orgasm and crying out, `` I LOVE it ! '' as they fucked her cunt in unison and the cameras caught it all. She giggled and blew kiss at the camera as they recorded two turncock shooting in her sperm-sloppy hole.

By sunrise, the hashish and Spanish people fly had long since worn off. Luanne kept fucking.

Her pale, curvy body was shining with swither and smeared with cum from grimace to toes. Her mammilla were swollen and sore from being sucked and chewed all night, her asshole was red and inflamed, and her twat was raw. Her clit was as big as a marble, purpilish-red and distended. Luanne was exhausted, trembling with fatigue, but she was still fucking and sucking. Some men from the night before came in for a morning fuck before their grade, adding to the twenty or thirty more that had come in during the night after word had spread that `` that pretty girl '' was taking on all comers.

Luanne fucked for eighteen unbent hours without a break. Thomas More than three hundred payload had been spurted in her pussy, in her mouth, between her tits, up her ass, and on her face. Many men had taken her to a greater extent than once, sitting back to look on the show till they were hard again and make to take another turn.

About two in the afternoon, Wendy and some of the other Deltas came in to calculate at her. They found Luanne as the last of the men had left her, lying naked in a pool of thickening sperm on the storey. She was smeared and splotched with it from matted hair to sticky feet, and her grimace was gooey from hairline to chin. She was half-unconscious, dozing in exhausted torpor. As the girls came in and stood around her, she looked up wearily.

'' well, cunt. Did you name some new friends last nighttime ? Looks like you made a lot. ``

The nude girl blinked at them stupidly. They waited, smirking, for her to burst into tears -- and then, to their daze, she smiled.

'' I sure did. You made me a fucking slut, all right. A fucking woman of the street. A naked cunthole. '' She laughed. `` And I love it ! Every man on this campus wants my kitty -- and he can consume it ! I LOVE fucking and sucking hawkshaw and taking it up the ass. I 'm a illustrious sloppy cunthole, like you said -- but that 's all I want to be now ! ``

Luanne had been thinking for hours after the drugs wore off, even as she fucked. And she had changed, and made a decision.

She grinned at the astonied missy, licking a drivel of cum from her mouth that had run down from her forehead. Then she laughed again. `` I got more prick last night than all of you put together will ever get in your unanimous lives ! How does THAT wee-wee you experience ? ``

Laughing at the girls'confusion, Luanne sat up and wiped a blob of sperm from her knocker -- and ate it as they watched. `` I 'm still prettier than any of you will ever be in your wildest dreams. I have a dead body that any of you would pop for. And now every man here wants to jazz me and knows he can do it whenever he wants. You thought you were sending me to Hell ? ``

She laughed at them. `` amiss ! It 's heaven, you mean, ugly bitches ! You meant to hurt me, and you did -- but that girl is gone. You killed her. Now I 'm a glad shag slut, and you 're all just mean, ugly bitches that no man will ever need ! ``

As the lady friend left in confusion, she laughed at them and called out, `` revel it, you empty cunts ! Everybody knows what you did to me ! I 'll be a felicitous prostitute, but the only ones who 'll demand to be ashamed are YOU ! ``

Luanne dropped out of schooltime, of class, but stayed nearby in her own flat -- giving gangbang political party at $ 50 a cock. The men paid gladly ; Luanne, with her pale, perfect body and childlike, guiltless face, would entertain them with stripteaser and amazingly raunchy, stark-naked dances, then gaily flop on her bed with her adorable ramification spread wide and chirp, `` line of descent up, male child ! Who 's first ? ``

A individual seance was $ 200 ; all night with her was $ 500, and she was worth every dime. Bring her a joint and you would get the Best fuck you 've ever had, but even straight she was amazing. She could make a 70-year-old man shoot five spate in one Night, and revel in every irregular of it.

She claimed copyright on the videotapes the Deltas had made of her, as well as the tapes of her Virgin gangbang -- it was easy to get a cut from the stores where they were being sold ; she just had to point out that she was underage and the magnetic tape were illegal. After she found a distributor, those cruel, hidden-camera magnetic tape of her pic and violation became a bestselling series on DVD. Between those and her earnings as a gangbang tart, Luanne was getting seriously rich.

Beautiful, innocent-looking Luanne loved being fucked, loved being gangfucked even more, and loved being tied up and gangfucked hard even more than that ; but her greatest pleasure ?

Most of all, Luanne loved driving by the campus in her Aston Martin sofa bed and designer apparel and sticking her spit out at the Deltas as they trudged to class. She knew it was childish, but it always made her laugh.

The End