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“Well, you've got the A/V club behind you,” Candice said, the blonde futa holding her girlfriend tight. “I know,” I said and then a camera flashed. I laughed, spotting my number one fan, Lizaveta, snapping a photo of me. She had been following me around all week recording me. Like Candice, Lizaveta was another member of the A/V Club. “You got this,” Lizaveta said, tits a big grin on her face. She wore a black small dress with spaghetti straps and a square neckline, her nipples hard against the dark fabric, her dick an even larger bugle tending the tight skirt. “I've gotten so many futas and girls to vote for you.” “Yes, you do,” Adile, the Turkish lesbian purred, as she strutted up behind me. She smacked my naked rump. The freshman had such a naughty glint in her dark eyes. “Better get in there and win.” “You're going to get mobbed,” Ginny said as Candice escorted her towards the cafeteria's entrance, the thudding music pouring out of there. “That's what we're here for,” said my friend Tatyana. The perky head cheerleader swept up to me, still in her cheer outfit. All her squad, moving with her, were similarly dressed. They flowed around me in their purple and gold outfits, pleated skirts swirling, the college's charging ram mascot stretched across their tits. “No futas get to touch you until the win.” “Thanks,” I said, smiling at my friend. Tatyana winked at adorable me. Surrounded by my escort of cheerleaders, I marched towards the cafeteria's open doors. “Stay pure tonight!” Lola Lovell said, standing on her soapbox with a megaphone. She wore a demure gown of white. She was surrounded by a group of futas and girls, all equally in long skirts and high necklines, all nodding along with her. They wore their purity bracelets, some with promise rings, others clutching the crosses they wore. I winked at them, my glittering titties bouncing as my escort of cheerleaders swept me passed. Then we entered the cafeteria. The music swelled as I passed through a balloon arch of purple and gold. The interior had been transformed by the dance committee, streamers dangling from the ceiling. All the lunch tables were gone, the space cleared out for the festivities. The lights were turned down lower, a fun atmosphere engulfing the place. There was a performance stage at the far end where student bands would sometimes play during lunch. The DJ was up there, a futa with silver hair working Hardcore her equipment. Couples danced on the floor. I spotted Ginny and Candice having fun. The futa was so awkward, but neither cared, big smiles on their faces. Other couples were grinding on each other, the sort of naughty, almost sexual grind that you rarely saw in public unless people were drunk. Couples were kissing, even necking along the edges. Sharlene had a pair of pale amateur thighs wrapped about her. It was clear the Black futa was cock-deep in some skank's cunt, fucking her along the edges. The Program was already starting to change the world, to transform it. Tegan glanced down at herself and her corset that left her crotch and breasts exposed. That too sent me rocking in another unusually deep orgasm. “ he said, as he watched Barb start stroking his cock to its full length again. It was completely bare. “I didn’t know you’d be having company.” Oh, yes, Hardcore fuck my asshole!” So every evening around dusk, just as it starting to turn dark. The volume was just as much as the blow job if not more as it was gushing out from walls of my pussy and around his cock. Exploiting dark thoughts of abduction Elena conducted the sensual frenzy, but her attention was periodically diverted across the room to watch Mom and Brock. My excitement shot through me. It pumped through my veins with such passion. "When my mother's done . . . I couldn't take much more of her spasming sheath. My groans rose out of my throat. Oorla’s flesh is lily white, the paleness only natural blondes can have. Since she had turned eighteen last year she had been helping patrol her father’s brahmin ranch for rustlers. It's illegal. The material was so thin and form-fitting that it appeared as though it was merely a painted on her! I stepped out of them and turned around, my tits swaying tits before me. Her eyes fell on them. He decided to keep adorable quiet and take precautions that would prevent it from happening again. “I couldn't agree more.” we ran out the building straight to her car. My finger circled her nipple through her blouse as my right hand climbed higher and higher. I had never seen her small naked before. Gone was the amateur conniving confidence it had once shown. Using my globes as support he leans on me, his body weight pinning me down further into the bed. "No, that wasn't intimate as the first time I sodomized you, was it?