Tammy's Debatable Journey Chapter 01

 Tammy’s Debatable Journey

Chapter 01

© Cathartico

*Premise*

This story was inspired by a reader’s blog about her secret sexual fantasies. The central themes are male dominance and female submission with a focus on sexual humiliation, exhibitionism, and rough sex. 

This is a fictional work intended for adult audiences only. All characters are adults, and all sexual interactions are consensual. Any resemblance to real persons or events is coincidental. Non-consensual sexual acts are explicitly excluded.

Always keep in mind that it’s a fantasy set in a heightened reality with over-the-top characters. Therefore, it shouldn't be taken too seriously and should never be extrapolated to real life. Instead, it’s supposed to be an ironic play on clichés. Individual statements and actions of characters in the story aren’t meant as generalizations for groups of people. Always remember to keep it safe, sane, and consensual in real life.

---The Kegger Clash---

It was done! I handed in the test and breathed a sigh of relief before walking out of the lecture hall. The last exam of the semester. Finally, it was over - about damn time! Exam season had dragged on forever, like it would never end. To pass all the tests, I had neglected way too many things. 

At the start of the semester, the coursework hadn’t been too demanding yet. During exam season, however, it had almost become too much. After all, it wasn’t just studying that kept me busy, there was also debating. That was the one thing I couldn’t neglect because I’m a member of the university debate team and it gives me a scholarship. Without it, I couldn’t afford going to college in the first place. Luckily, my passion for improving the world perfectly fits my social studies major. I’m always ready to challenge anyone who wants to take us back to the stone age. Arguing with misogynistic men until I’ve proven them wrong is like second nature to me.

Now that the exam was done, I was more than ready for summer break. I needed to recharge my batteries and a long bath would be a good start. Finally, I could focus on my hobbies again. For far too long, the things I love had taken a backseat – like fashion, friends, and flinging darts. That’s right! I'm a woman of many interests. I admit, fashion and darts seem like an odd pairing. And with good reason! One is a total girl thing, while the other is a real man thing. But I've never fit into a box anyway. 

But enough about schoolwork! The summer break was here, and my best friend Ariana had big plans to kick it off in style. We both agreed that it was time to release the pent-up pressure from the exam season, but we disagreed on where to do it.

“Oh c’mon, Tammy!” Ariana practically begged me. “It’s the biggest campus rager of the year. Everybody’s going. You know, it’s like a rite of passage.”

Of course, she was talking about the legendary ‘Yamos’ kegger. One of the most notorious frats on campus hosting a party that was infamous for going completely off the rails. What could go wrong? Normally, I couldn’t stand frat bros and their cocky attitudes, but Ari was dead set on going and I didn’t want to disappoint her. To be honest, I couldn’t deny that it sounded like the perfect place to blow off steam, so the matter was decided.

My first impulse was to hit the kegger in a casual top, capri pants, and comfy sandals. But when I saw Ariana getting all glammed up, I had a change of heart. Usually, I only get dressed up for my modeling jobs. That was enough glamour for me, so I preferred it casual in my personal life. But I didn’t want to be a buzzkill, so today was the day that I dressed to impress! 

No sooner said than done, I slipped into a sequin miniskirt that was ready to steal the spotlight! To keep the vibe going, I paired it with a one-shoulder silver metallic crop top and silver sequin sneakers that were made for busting out some dance moves – simple but shiny.

And then it happened! The party was already in full swing by the time Ari and I arrived, so we grabbed some drinks and looked around for familiar faces. The mansion was a ridiculous relic of pomp and circumstance, but at least our glam style fit right in. Standing in the lounge, my bestie suddenly spotted a fellow student. It was Colton - the guy she’d been ranting about all semester long. Apparently, he never missed a chance to get under her skin in their computer science class. He’d constantly interrupt her, mansplain things to her, and make her look stupid in front of everyone - the whole nine yards!

Based on her stories, I had a pretty clear picture of the guy in my head: a loud-mouthed frat boy who’d peaked in high school, scraped by in college and was destined to crash and burn when the cold, harsh reality of working life hit him with his first real job. His fortunes were only going to go downhill from here. As predictable as they come! 

To be perfectly honest, I was actually looking forward to meeting him. Part of me wanted him to say something stupid, so I could debate him and put another misogynistic man in his place. The moment I saw him, all my suspicions were confirmed. Mr. Know-It-All strutted into the lounge, like a total show-off. One look and it was obvious that he saw himself as the coolest guy with the best looks and biggest brain in the room. In reality, however, he was just the most privileged. His clothes were supposed to look stylish-yet-casual, but it was just posturing. The light blue polo shirt, sockless chinos and boat shoes were as clichéd as they come. 

But he didn't even notice us! Strolling right past us, he showed no reaction at all. Instead, he joined a group of fellow frat boys who were standing in the corner of the lounge. And then the inevitable happened! Despite the booming music, it didn’t take long before we heard them laughing at their own dumb jokes.

“Yo, my bro! Take a look around,” Colton nudged a guy who still sported frosted tips years after that trend had died a merciful death. “Check out all these chicks. You can tell they've come for one reason ‘n’ one reason only.”

“Oh, mosdef! They're all just begging for attention,” the guy called Hunter tossed his head towards us. “They don’t even try to hide it.”

The gesture caught me off-guard. He must have been trying to show off his outdated hairstyle or something. He couldn't possibly mean Ari and me. No way!

“Exactly, bro!” a musclehead named Chet had to chime in. “Attention whores, every last one of ‘em! Buncha gold diggers hoping to bag a rich dude.”

“Yeah! Look how they’re checking us out!” Colton snorted. “They're practically ready to sign a prenup. Trophy wives in training, man! They know exactly what they're doing.”

Jesus! These baseless allegations weren’t just wrong, they were totally cringe! Listening to that stream of bullshit was painful. I was damn close to jumping in and ripping them a new one. But instead, I flipped my long, chestnut hair over my shoulder to signal my rejection and dismiss their advances. Try as I might, however, I couldn't stop eavesdropping, snorting louder with every dumb comment. But that didn’t stop them. If anything, it spurred them on, and this Colton guy kicked it up a notch.

“Oh, for sure! I'm just here to have fun. Like totes, you know?” he had the nerve to mimic a brain-dead bimbo.

What the hell? I could only roll my eyes when I heard this silly imitation. For his own sake, I hoped he hadn't tried to imitate me.

“Yeah, right!” Colton changed his voice. “More like, ‘I'm just here to bag a future CEO! I can never be a boss, I’m just bossy, so I need a rich man who pays for the maintenance staff I can boss around’.”

Holy shit, another imitation! This one sounded a lot more like me. In response, the frat boys burst out laughing, while I clenched my fists in anger. It seemed like all these Yamos bros were cut from the same cloth. But wait! I had learned in my social studies class that it's stupid to generalize, so I tried to keep an open mind, even though it was easier said than done with these major morons.

“It's like they’ve got it all planned out,” Chet scoffed while his fellow fratsters continued to holler. “Forget careers! Why work when you can just marry into money, right?”

“Yeah, these chicks, they’re gonna be arm candy by graduation day.” Hunter grinned. “I'm calling it now!”

No way, never gonna happen, boy! Even if he didn't say it outright, it was clear that he meant Ari and me. This was total bullshit! Even though we were dressed up to the nines, we were the furthest thing from trophy tarts at this party.

“Money for nothing ‘n’ dicks for free.” Colton started singing in a mocking voice.

And of course, the rest of the guys quickly joined in on the chant, clicking their glasses and acting as if their observations deserved the Nobel price. The whole scene was so cringeworthy that I had to distract myself before I did something rash. This was a party, after all. I was here to have fun!

It worked, but only for a while. Ari and I struck up a conversation with a group of sorority sisters, but it quickly became clear that they fit the guys’ description of gold diggers to a tee. They were only there to hunt for future rich husbands. This was so stupid! I couldn’t believe these modern, educated women had no problem reinforcing the guys’ preconceptions. It left me seething! 

I wanted no part of that, so we quickly split from that chick clique. Just then the frat pack finished their drinks and headed over to the kitchen. On their way, they barged past Ari and me. Without a second thought, they shoved us out of the way. Apparently, the need for beer was more important than basic manners. So typical! But at least, it silenced their nonsense, and I didn't have to listen to their stupid laughter anymore.

But then, out of nowhere, Colton froze, right in the middle of the room. He’d recognized us long ago, no question about it, but now he wanted to throw a comment our way. A smug grin spread across his face as he turned towards us. The moment our eyes met, I turned my nose up and looked away, trying to signal that we weren’t interested. But of course, he didn’t care. Instead, he made a beeline for us, his swagger growing with every step.

“Well, look what the cat dragged in,” he smirked.

After giving me a patronizing look, he mustered Ariana from head to toe, like he was buying meat at a butcher's counter.

“Glad you’ve figured out you’re better at dressing up than discussing algorithms,” he told my bestie, his tone dripping with condescension.

“And you brought your sparkle sidekick,” he finally turned to me. “The trophy besties - what a dope tag team!” 

Now, it was my turn to be sized up by the privileged prick. He showed the same reaction I’d seen many times before. A lot of people have told me my looks are a unique combination – the innocent face of an angel and the hot body of a swimsuit model. But I’d never let these compliments get to my head. I didn’t want to be defined by superficial stuff like that. I wanted to be known for my skills, not just my looks.

“A girl that fits the chick vibe in this place! Nice to meet you,” the elite douche said with an approving nod.

Oh jeez! Mr. Know-It-All must have confused us with that chick clique we just escaped. But he kept a straight face, telling me all I needed to know. The entitled idiot knew exactly what he was doing. He was trying to trigger us! Gazing deep into my dark brown eyes, he waited for a reaction, but I didn’t play along. 

Despite my big, gentle doe eyes, I wasn’t easily intimidated. Even though every fiber in my body screamed to shut this jerk down, I didn’t want to make a scene, so I clenched my jaw and forced a polite smile. Ari, on the other hand, couldn’t keep her cool - not after suffering his mansplaining all semester long. Claiming she needed a drink, she hastily ducked out. 

That left me alone with the pompous clown. For some twisted reason, though, I didn’t follow my friend. Instead, I kept the conversation going. I wanted to dissect this guy and light him up. Someone had to stand up to this arrogant ass, and apparently, that someone was me.

“So, you’re the party girl ‘n’ your bestie’s the frigid bitch,” Colton stated like it was a well-known fact. “Out for a good time, huh?” 

“Party girl?” I raised an eyebrow. “What’s that supposed to mean? Just ‘cause I’m here to have fun? That doesn’t mean I’m a ditsy airhead.”

I can’t even say why I defended myself. I could have just followed Ari out of the room, letting that idiot stand there looking stupid. His arrogant attitude incensed me, but I still tried to keep my cool. If there was one thing I’d learnt on the debate team, it was never to let your opponent see your true feelings.

“Right. Sure, you’re not.” The smug jerk chuckled while he sized me up like I was today’s trophy. “But hey, you’ve got that look about you. The crazy hot mess - fun between the sheets, a headache anywhere else. Not a bad combo!”

Wow! One remark, and my patience was already exhausted. The nerve of this privileged prick! He had the audacity to judge me from a single glance, instantly labeling me as a giggly gold digger. Even if I was dressed like a glamour gal, so what? It didn’t mean I was a party-loving, sex-obsessed chick, too dumb to care about anything else.

“Glad I meet your high standards,” I shot back.

Even though my voice was dripping with sarcasm, I couldn’t resist adding some extra flair. Flipping my long, chestnut mane over my shoulder, I showed my defiance and also flexed my looks. Showing off my smooth, silky hair and long swan-like neck, I rubbed it in his face that he’d never get his hands on me.

“Don’t kid yourself,” the cocky jock responded with a shrug that was way too casual. “No real standards there! You just got that face.”

Holy shit! This entitled idiot had managed to make things worse, and all it took was one remark. His comment was so offensive! The guy was seriously starting to get under my skin!

“You know, I got a brain too,” I crossed my arms. “It’s not just smiles ‘n’ pouts.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he looked like he was getting bored. “Whatever you tell yourself…”

And that was it! The elite douche ended the debate before it even began. He just strolled away, leaving me standing there. He didn’t even bother to give me a straight answer. Instead, I heard him mutter under his breath: 'You pronounced boobs wrong...'. 

What an offensive remark! Hearing it made me gasp. This had gone too far! I know, I shouldn't have cared, but he was such a sexist scumbag that it made me curious. How the hell did he get away with it? For some reason, I felt the need to find out what his comment was supposed to mean. There were only two possibilities: the ‘don’t fuck with me’ vibe of a cool chick or the stupid grin of a clueless cutie. Whatever it was, neither the ‘resting bitch face’ nor the ‘giggly ditz face’ applied to me.

Although I knew better, I couldn't let it go. My competitive spirit kicked in. I had to win this argument – no matter what. And before I realized it, my legs were already moving. Chasing after the arrogant ass, I reached him in the kitchen where he was tapping himself a fresh beer from the keg.

“Oh, so you came to show us both your brains.” Colton turned towards me, flashing a self-assured smile.

Taking a swig, he leaned against a cupboard, acting as if he had all the time in the world. The fact that I’d followed him only made his grin that much cockier, like he’d already won this battle of wits. I hesitated, taken aback by his bluntness. Glancing around the room, I noticed that I’d stumbled right into a circle of frat boys - the musclehead Chet, the eternally-frosted Hunter, and a few others I didn’t recognize. They were all standing in the kitchen without another woman in sight. Damnit, this was enemy turf! But that only made me more determined.

“You wish!” I rolled my eyes at the sexist comment.

“So, you’re just gonna lecture us ‘bout frat culture then?” Colton sounded almost disappointed.

“Oh, I can multitask,” I finally found my confidence back. “Enough for a moron like you. We both know you can't keep up with my smarts.”

“It should be you showing me that brain dangling between your legs. Lucky for you, no woman likes dick pics.” I added triumphantly.

That hit home! I finally got the upper hand, and I wasn't letting up now. Time to put this shitbird in his place! Colton’s startled reaction encouraged me. He looked like he hadn’t expected this kind of pushback. So, his smirk wavered – but only for a moment.

“Look at that! Generalizing much? Did you just measure all women by the same ‘yardstick’? Pun intended!” He got his act together, just when I went for the kill. 

And with that, the glint of arrogance was back in his eyes – thicker than ever.

“So now, it’s you deciding for all women what they’re allowed to like ‘n’ not like?” He pointed out while his smug tone crept back into his voice. “That’s a double standard if I’ve ever seen one!”

Oh shit! Now, it was my turn to be taken by surprise. This was going in the wrong direction. I should have the upper hand! After all, I was the debate pro. But something was distracting me.

Without thinking about it, I got into a defensive stance. As I crossed my arms, my skin brushed against the fabric of my top, making me painfully aware of my tit size. They were nice 30C cups - perky, sensitive, and perfectly balanced. Just how I like them! But I couldn’t help wondering if that cocky jock would choose outrageously big, fake porno tits over my pretty handfuls.

“Okay, fair point.” I gave an inch. “If I’m wrong to generalize about women, then maybe you shouldn’t generalize about them either.”

“Yeah, …” Colton leaned his head to the side like weighing his options. “Only difference - I’m not generalizing, I’m observing.”

“Look around, chica!” he made a sweeping gesture with the beer in his hand. “These chicks ‘round here, you think they’re hanging out with guys like us ‘cause they like our sense of humor? Nah! You’re not that naïve, are you?”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” I snapped back, impatiently drumming my nails on the kitchen table.

Damnit! Once again, I followed my impulse, even though I knew better. But somehow, I made every rookie mistake in the book today. As I rapped the kitchen table with my manicured nails, the silver glitter polish sparkled in the light, drawing the guys’ attention. It perfectly matched my sequin skirt, proving my impeccable taste, but it also diverted my focus.

“It means,” Colton leaned forward to mansplain things to me. “These chicks are hoping to bag a guy like me. Men with money ‘n’ connections. You know, future husbands aka future wallets.”

Making another sweeping gesture, he pointed at his frat pack. As his bros erupted in approving cheers, I hesitated. Arguing against these gross generalizations was hard enough, but it didn’t help that most of the women at the party fit the stereotype. I’d stumbled into a right mess here!

“That’s just lazy.” I finally said, trying to sound firm. “You’re assuming everyone here has the same motive. That’s lazy AND sexist.”

“Oh, you’re wrong, honey! I think it only applies to half of these chicks.” Colton took a long sip of his beer. “And the other half? They’re gold diggers in disguise - like you ‘n’ your bestie.”

Oh damn! That was no way to debate! You’d never hear such cheap shots in official competitions, so I wasn’t used to dealing with them.

“You’re disgusting,” I shot back, letting my impulses take over again. “You flaunt your money ‘n’ think you can get anyone to do your bidding. That says more about you than it does about us women. It just shows that you’re shallow.”

I was getting back on the offensive and the crowd noticed. They held their breath, seemingly impressed by my reasoning.

“Tell me then,” Colton was the only one who remained unfazed. “Why are you over here talking to us shallow shitheads? Shouldn’t you be chatting with those emotionally available but financially broke dudes you like so much better?”

The frat boys let out a collective ‘woah’. It was a good point - they knew it and I knew it too. It completely stole my thunder, putting me on the defense. 

“Lemme take a guess.” Colton exploited my hesitation and pressed on. “You saw me – a real alpha dawg – ‘n’ you couldn’t resist putting me in my place. That challenge was too tempting, huh?”

“You wanted to show off you’re debating skills,” he called me out. “Be the center of attention! Getting praised as the debate champ!”

Holy shit! I didn’t know how to respond to that. The way he referred to himself as an ‘alpha dawg’ was cringeworthy enough. The fact that he wasn’t wrong made it even worse. But I’d never say that out loud. I wouldn’t admit defeat to this dipshit. Not on your life!

“That’s not…” I started to protest. 

“…wrong?” Colton finished the sentence for me. “Damn right, I’m not wrong. Finally, we got something we agree on.”

That was such a load of bullshit! There was no way I agreed with this elite douche, not at all. Taking several deep breaths, my whole body trembled. My chest was heaving so much that my pretty handfuls strained against the silver top. I was close to exploding, and everyone’s gaze was on me. 

“See? You’re putting on a show, making it all about you,” the tell-tale sign hadn't escaped the cocky jock. “Wanna know why? ‘Cause you love the attention!”

“And that’s why you fall into the first chick category,” the smug jerk tilted his head while looking straight into my eyes.

This time, he was wrong! I wasn’t doing it for attention, I was doing it to set the record straight and fight for all the women at the party. And yet, I couldn’t hold his gaze. My eyes slid down to the ground.

“Chicks? They fall into two categories.” Colton, in all his goodness, was kind enough to share his wisdom with me. “You’re either an attention seeker chasing likes ‘n’ validation or you’re a prude bookworm who’d rather die alone than admit she’s got the same desires as the rest of us.”

Jesus! What kind of nonsense was that? It sounded like the guy was stuck in another century. It seemed impossible, but this arrogant ass and his outdated views pissed me off more than anything I’d heard before.

“That’s ridiculous!” I spat at him. “Nowadays, women can be smart ‘n’ powerful ‘n’ still enjoy sex. Everyone knows that!”

“Au contraire! Everyone knows that people look for validation,” the entitled idiot objected. 

“We all want a little recognition,” Colton kept mansplaining, totally unperturbed. “To get it, we play the game. But everyone does it in their own way, using their god-given qualities. Some chase fame by winning debates, others use their looks to bag rich men.”

“It’s human nature ‘n’ you know it,” he added, his infuriating grin permanently stuck on his face. “Guys flash money, girls flash skin. Nothing to be ashamed of.”

I stared at the cocky jock with my eyes wide, too shocked to respond right away. Contrary to my intention, however, Colton took my silence as a sign that I agreed.

“It’ simple, gorgeous. You’ve got a decision to make,” the spoiled scumbag kindly explained my options to me. “You can continue debating me. You might even win! But it’s gonna make you the center of attention, proving that you’re exactly like those gold diggers, looking for validation from the kinda guys you claim to despise.”

“You keep going ‘n’ you’ll make it clear to everyone here you’re a proud member of the first chick category - an attention whore chasing fame ‘n’ fortune,” he drove the dagger deeper.

“Or…” the smug jerk was nice enough to show me a way out. “You can end this debate, stay under the radar ‘n’ keep your honor intact. Your choice!”

I opened my mouth… and closed it again. I wanted to cuss and yell at him. I wanted to call the dirtbag out on his bullshit. But I did no such thing. Instead, I turned around, furious and fuming. 

‘Told cha, I was gonna win this debate. Shoulda saved face ‘n’ just shown me your tits,’ the arrogant ass called after me, his voice so low that only I could hear it. The vile remark made my blood boil. No one had ever dared to say something like that to me before! It was completely wrong and so rude I wanted to slap the smugness off his face.

But again, I did none of that. Instead, I stormed out of the kitchen with my cheeks flushed and my fists clenched. I knew I was admitting defeat, and it deeply hurt my pride as an official member of the university debate team, but it was better than the alternative.

“She’s just mad ‘cause it means she’s a frigid bitch. You know, a cold fish – dry as dust.” Colton told his bros back in the kitchen.

As I cringed from the dumb joke, the guys’ laughter followed me down the hall. I didn’t even look back because I couldn’t bear their shit-eating grins anymore. I needed to clear my head, so I made my way through the lounge and onto the back porch. The cold air helped making me think clearly again. But I still couldn’t decide what pissed me off more - the fact that this conceited rich kid had called me a frigid bitch or his assumption that he’d won the debate without bringing a single solid argument to the table.

While I was getting some air outside, the porch slowly filled with people. I was deep in my thoughts, so I didn’t even notice it at first, but the frat pack had followed me. Turning around, I saw the eternally-frosted Hunter talking to Ariana, all flirty and animated. What the hell was she doing with this dumb bro?

Before I could confront her, Colton walked right past me. He didn’t stop on the porch but veered around the corner where he was all by himself with no one else around. Seeing him again, brought up all the unresolved feelings. He was such a massive moron that his opinion shouldn’t have affected me, but it still irked me how easily he’d turned my arguments against me. 

This wasn’t over yet! The need to prove myself drove me on. This was my chance to take this sexist scumbag to task without the support of his frat pack, so I followed him into the side passage. When I rounded the corner, I found Colton casually leaning against the wooden side panel that separated the porch from the yard. He looked like he’d been waiting for me. Classic move by a classic douche! God, his smugness oozed from every pore, driving me up the wall all over again!

“Come to play the game?” the smug jerk greeted me. “Ready to be a party girl ‘n’ flash some skin?”

“Good choice! I even got a present for you,” he offered me a beer. “Like a real gentleman!”

“Shut up!” I cut him off, and still took the plastic cup out of his hand.

What the hell was I doing? I must have looked so pathetic following this show-off around like an eager puppy. My brain scrambled to come up with a clever answer, but I couldn't even explain it to myself. This was a total knee-jerk reaction! I couldn’t even tell what was driving me – the desire to prove him wrong or the need for an ego boost.

In the dim moonlight, I could see his smug grin, reminding me how much I hated his guts. But the urge to regain control was stronger. I’d already shown him I was clever. Now, it was time to prove that I was also a hot firecracker. That would shake his whole dumb worldview. In his two stupid categories, a girl like me didn’t exist. This was my chance to win the debate and make him look stupid. I wanted to put the cocky jock in his place, and I wasn’t just doing it for myself, I was doing it for all women out there.

What could possibly happen? We were at a wild kegger where everyone was caught up in the moment, letting themselves go. Nobody would notice me, not here in the narrow, dark side passage. The real action was happening inside – the drinking and dancing, the flirting and… probably even more.

By now, I was acting purely on my emotions. The urge to wipe that self-satisfied smirk off Colton’s face was overpowering. I pictured his stupid look when I caught him off guard. It was too tempting! I imagined his embarrassment when he realized I had outmaneuvered him. It was too sweet!

Taking a swig of beer, I gathered all my courage before throwing the cup away. In one swift motion, I grabbed the hem of my crop top and tugged on it. Pulling the silver fabric down, my perky tits popped out like a jack-in-the-box. Just as quickly, they snapped back into shape - just snap, no sag, baby!

“Does that look like frigid tits to you?” I said without thinking.

I know it’s hard to believe but I stood there right in front of the elite douche, showing off my perky flesh peaks. It happened so fast and effortless - the man flashed a gift and I flashed some skin. Jesus! I couldn't believe I was actually acting like a party girl. But wait! I wasn't just doing this for fun, I was doing it to make a point and prove the dirtbag wrong.

But Colton didn't react! He simply stared at my juggs, drinking in the sight. I can’t even say how long I stood there in the semi-darkness, but it was definitely longer than I’d planned. Feeling the cold night breeze brush over my tits, my nipples got hard.

Damnit, that was an unwanted side effect!

And then I shrieked out loud. The smug jerk had tipped his cup and spilled the rest of his beer over my charming cherries. It was cold and sticky, making my pristine handfuls glisten in the moonshine and turning my nipples into diamonds. This was outrageous! I offered this pompous clown a glimpse of heaven and that’s how he repaid the favor?

The audacity made me bristle. My arms shot up to cover my bare boobs, but the spoiled scumbag was quicker than me. Reaching out, he grabbed me by the nipple. Rolling my bulging buds between his fingers, an electric jolt shot through my tits, all the way down to my pussy. My body shook like it was out of control, and my eyes slid to the ground. I acted like hypnotized, and the cause was as simple as it was vulgar.

When I’d pulled out my pretty puppies, Colton had pulled out his cock. I guess he thought this was a game of give-and-take. Since that moment, I was staring at his dick like I was stuck in a loop. I hate to admit it, but it was the most beautiful boner I’d ever seen. Glinting in the dim light, the size and girth were impressive, if not to say heartstopping.

It actually looked like a brick of a dick. But the most striking part? It was as hard as a lead pipe. A cock that big, shouldn’t be that rigid. But wait! I was here to make a statement. It was time to pick up where we left off and restart the debate. There was a problem, though. I couldn’t tear my eyes off that wonder weapon. It rendered me speechless while making my mouth water. I’m not proud of it, but I couldn’t help wondering how it might feel to get my pussy stuffed by this massive tool.

“Admit it,” I finally managed to blurt out. “I’m smart AND sexy!”

Trying to lend weight to the combination of qualities, I said it as emphatically as I could. But it failed to leave a mark.

“Can’t tell ‘cause I can’t see the whole picture,” the conceited ass replied nonchalantly. “You know what they say: juggs out, rug out.”

Oh my god! Was it even possible to give a more presumptuous response? The sheer arrogance made me snort in anger. And how did I react? I grabbed the hem of my sequin skirt and pulled it up. Without a second thought, I pushed my silver lace panties to the side and exposed my silky, smooth snatch - the man commanded and the woman obeyed. Jesus!

But at least, my efforts paid off, because I got an appreciative nod when the privileged prick inspected my pussy in the moonlight. And then I shrieked again! With a twisted dance move, the entitled idiot spun me around. Instead of holding my hand, however, he grabbed my nipples. As I whimpered out loud, I got dragged around by my cherry tops. Exchanging places, I ended up leaning against the side panel while the guy stood in front of me. 

By now, I was breathing heavily, as if I’d just run a marathon, while the smug jerk was calm and in control. He kept rolling my bulging buds between his fingers, driving me insane. And my body responded on its own! Pushing my ass off the wall, my pussy shot forward as if snapping at something. And that something was that big, fat twat rod.

I was here to finish the debate, but I felt punch-drunk like a boxer staggering around the ring. Dazed and giddy, I behaved in a silly way, like I was totally out-of-it. Guess that’s what they call dickdrunk - a condition I’d never felt before. I’m sorry I wasn’t stronger, and I apologize to all my fellow feminists out there, but my feelings took over.

I hate to say it, but a burning desire consumed me. The craving to fill that void between my legs with that big, bad bone grew stronger than the need to be correct. Taking over control, my body made the decisions for me, conforming to the frat boy’s every demand.

“Gosh! Show me how you treat your party girls,” I suddenly blurted out.

“Oh, look who’s striking up a new tone.” Colton chuckled without ever letting go of my nipples. “You ask a bit louder, your bestie’s gonna come over ‘n’ ask for a piece herself.”

“She’s just on the other side,” he taunted me almost too effortlessly. “Maybe, she’s listening in right now, wondering what you’re doing over here, lil party pig. You want your bae to snatch that bone from you?”

‘Nooo, I want that bone in me. She didn’t let you toy with her. She doesn’t deserve it!’ That’s what I screamed out - almost. I only just managed to hold back at the last second. Sorry, Ari, so sorry for even thinking that nasty stuff!

My willingness to throw my best friend under the bus shocked my system, but it wasn’t enough to snap me out of it. Biting my lip, I kept swaying my hips in slow circles, acting as tempting and seductive as I could! My pussy was practically begging for a stabbing. 

But then the dickhead’s words registered in my brain. Ariana was standing right on the other side of that flimsy wood panel. The realization hit me like a bucket of water and instantly cleared my mind. Doubts crept into my head, but it was too late. The arrogant ass sensed my resolve wavering and made his move. Stepping closer, he slipped his cock between my legs. As his thick shaft scraped across my smoothly shaved mound, it parted my pussylips and made me gasp. Panicked, I tried to suppress my groans, but the massive tool continued its journey through my thigh gap, getting coated with cuntjuices. Damnit! An unmistakable sign of my surrender!

The danger was off the charts! We were right outside the frathouse while a kegger with tons of guests was raging inside. Worse than that, there was a group of people on the back porch right behind us, including my best friend. I didn't even want to know how Ari would react if she saw me like this. She’d call me a slut and end our friendship on the spot. Even worse, she’d shame me in front of all our friends. And rightly so! What I was doing here was more than reprehensible.

And yet, I couldn't stop, no matter how hard I tried. Leaning against the wall, Colton’s colossal cock was so long that it fit completely between my legs. My snatch was practically perched on his meat pipe like a bird on a wire. As I imagined Ari’s disappointed face, my body reacted contrary to expectations. I began to slide my pussy back and forth on the steel rod until I had soaked it with my fuckjuices. A sign I couldn’t debate away!

“Tell me, scene queen, where did we leave off?” the cocky jock challenged me.

“We… we were debating the different types of chicks.” I panted in response.

Despite my rising arousal, I tried my best to give him a clear-cut answer. I didn’t want to sound stupid. After all, I was still trying to prove that I could be smart and sexy.

“And…” the spoiled scumbag pressed, not letting me off that easily.

Lifting his hips, he pushed his cock up until his meat pipe pushed me to my toes. As his steel rod pressed deeper against my smooth slit, I grunted from the added pressure.

“I’m your good-time girl! Lemme be your coed gone wild, your lay of the day.” I blurted out before I could change my mind.

This was degrading as hell! And yet, I could barely finish because I was panting so hard. All the while, my hips kept sliding back and forth like a train on a monorail, rubbing my throbbing twat on the colossal cock - my movements getting faster, the more I drenched that delicious dick.

“Well, any girl can go wild for a day. Doesn’t mean shit!” the elite douche didn’t let me get away with it.

“You wanna be smart ‘n’ yet you don’t know shit ‘bout statistics. It takes more than a single case to make a valid categorization,” he gave me a lecture in research methods. “Looks like you’re just sexy, not smart.”

I growled when I heard him mansplain such simple stuff to me. This was outrageous! But then again, it kept his dick in place for me to ride. And that’s what I did! By then I was too dazed to come up with a sensible response. Instead, I concentrated on getting that void between my legs filled. I couldn’t take the tease any longer, I needed my snatch stuffed. 

But then the pussy plunger was gone, leaving me yearning for more. I gasped in frustration. The dirtbag couldn’t leave me high and dry, not like this! Without the twat rod holding me in place, I could barely keep standing. My knees were wobbling so much I was on the verge of sinking to my knees. Luckily, the arrogant ass came to my help, grabbing my nipples. On the plus side, it held me in position. On the flip side, it added another pleasure point to my overwhelmed mind. It was the final trigger that pushed me over the edge. 

“I’m… I’m a member of the ditzy gold digger club… lemme be your clueless arm candy.” I mumbled, desperate to take the next step.

Oh gosh! I never meant to say these words, they simply spilled out of me.

“Tammy? Is that you?” I suddenly heard a voice ring out from the other side of the wooden slat.

Oh shit! It was Ari! She must have heard me. Had she picked up my words? Had she heard my moans? Was she coming around the corner? I didn’t know, but I had to prevent it at any costs.

“Haha, hey Ari! I'm… I’m good… just doing some stuff I probably shouldn't be doing.” I called back, not even lying.

“I'm… I’m a little tipsy ‘n’ smoking a cig. Hahaha!” I just kept talking to cover my moans. “I know, so bad, right? But hey, it’s summer break, so... whatever!”

Jesus! I talked myself into trouble here. What if Ari wanted to join in?

“Um, Tammy, since when you’re a bad girl?” My bestie shouted over the side panel. “You know, you always feel like hell the next day. Don’t complain to me tomorrow!”

She was right! I’m not proud of it, but I’d picked up a habit of smoking a cigarette or two whenever I was drunk. She was also right that I always hated myself for it the next day. Tonight, however, I was doing something completely different. Somehow, though, I had the nagging feeling that I'd regret it just as much tomorrow… or probably even more.

No matter what, I didn't have time to discuss my party habits with my bestie. Colton wasn't waiting for me to clear up the situation. He didn't give a shit if we were discovered or not. He was only concerned about his pleasure, not giving a damn about my feelings. 

And in a twisted way, it was this kind of recklessness that made me hornier than ever. While I was talking to my friend, the dipshit ran a finger through my dripping slit until my voice quivered suspiciously. But he didn’t stop there, abruptly driving two digits deep into my fuckchannel. I groaned out loud as my pussy was finally filled up. Right off the bat, he hammered his fingers into my yearning void. The sensations exploded in my loins and swept me away. Pressing my lips together, I did my best not to let my moans get out of control. But it only worked for a moment. Far too quickly, I couldn’t take it anymore.

“Oh, oh, oh!” I started groaning loud and proud. “Ooohhhh….”

A moment later, my moans turned into a long whimper when the smug jerk pulled his fingers from my steaming snatch. But I didn’t have much time to whine, because he instantly slid those digits through my lips. Keeping up the rhythm, he rammed his fingers into my mouth, letting me taste my own juices.

“Ugh, ugh, ugh!” I gagged instead of moaned. “Uuuhhh…”

And then I whined again when the fingers were gone from my mouth and all my holes were empty.

“You sure you’re alright?” Ari asked through the panel.

I held my breath when I heard her voice. She was dangerously close! If I reached over the wooden slat, I could touch her. What a thought! The mere idea was enough to make my belly twist in knots. I would have given anything to get her off the back porch. Hell, I was even rooting for that frosted fuckhead Hunter to hook up with her and drag her upstairs to one of those infamous frat rooms. 

But wait! No, I didn’t want my best friend to fall for a frat boy. It was bad enough that one of us had a momentary lapse in judgement. If I succumbed to temptation, she had to stay strong and keep fighting the good fight.

“Yeah… ah, ah, ah… I’m fine, yeaaahhh!” I shouted back.

My response turned into an unrestrained moan when the fingers slid back up my snug channel. Picking up where he left off, Colton hammered his digits into my hole, lifting me off my feet with every thrust. By then my pussy was erupting with smacking sounds that rivaled my moans in volume. We were playing with fire and the elite douche sensed it, so he stopped my uncontrolled groaning by pulling his fingers out of my leaking cunt and shoving them back into my mouth.

This time, he didn’t even need to fuck my face. I immediately bopped my head up and down, greedily sucking my love potion off his fingers. Taking them deep, I gagged myself repeatedly. I know, it sounds gross, but it’s the truth. I was so hungry I wanted to do it. I’d never gone so far or acted so slutty. But somehow, my desire to prove that I could be smart and sexy had turned into a need to prove that I could be smart and slutty.

“Oh, Tammy! Don't you tell me the cigs done you in. You're feeling sick?” Ari reacted to my retching. “Don’t wanna take you home yet. It’s way too early!”

It was nice of my bestie to check on me, but she had the worst timing ever. While she was still asking about my well-being, Colton grabbed my hips and turned me around. He was getting impatient as his touch was anything but gentle. Putting his hand on my back, he roughly bent me forward until my cheek was pressed against the wooden panel, my hands braced left and right from my head. Gosh! What if Ari decided to eavesdrop on us? If she put her ear to the panel, we were practically cheek to cheek.

“Told you, Ari, I’m fine!” I shouted over the flimsy wooden slat. “Don’t worry! I can take care of myself.”

“I don't need no chaperone. Go ‘n’ have fun!” I basically sent her away, hoping that Hunter would make his move and take her inside.

Shit! This wasn't the best moment in our friendship, but I had to do something. Ariana wasn’t stupid. She’d figure it out sooner or later. In that moment, however, I was only concerned with my short-term pleasure, not the long-term consequences. I’m not proud of it, but I relished the way the entitled idiot manhandled me. It showed me how much he wanted me, how much he desired me. It made me feel valued and gave me a sense of control, even if it was completely different from what I was used to in my debate tournaments.

“C’mon dude!” I made a last-ditch effort. “Just rip that thong off ‘n stuff it up my mouth already.”

My voice was low but firm when I prompted the pompous clown to help me out, but I didn’t stop there. Instead, I kept digging myself deeper.

“Then show me what you can do with that soul snatcher of yours.” I stupidly challenged him. “Or what? You’re scared you’ll only last a sec ‘n’ embarrass yourself?”

Of course, the smug jerk didn't have to be asked twice. I’d played with fire and now I was about to feel the burn. But the worst part? I couldn’t wait! Obscenely sticking out my ass, I thrust my hips back, shamelessly trying to lure him in. I couldn't be any more obvious. My willingness was clear and the arrogant ass knew it, so he made me wait. The dirtbag made me stew in my juices. With every agonizing second, I became more desperate, my hips gyrating more frantically. With every torturous second, I became more needy, my ass shaking more boldly.

And then it happened. About damn time! The entitled idiot reached between my legs. With a loud snap, he tore the thong off my body. The silver lace material didn’t stand a chance, immediately tearing apart. That’s not what I’d wanted! I’d planned on putting it back on when all of this was over! I guess I could forget about that. But I didn’t have time to complain, because the elite douche stuffed the tattered fabric directly into my mouth.

At least, my voice was muffled, so I was ready for the next step. And I was here for it! No matter how much I’d hate myself later, I needed to quench the fire burning between my legs. And I needed it now! I couldn’t even hear Ariana on the other side of the wooden panel anymore, so I didn’t know if she was still there or if she’d left the porch. But it didn’t matter either way. I only cared about one thing. I needed to feel that wonder weapon inside me.

And then I felt it! The massive mushroom head right at my pleasure portal. But that was it! The slab of meat didn’t move any further. It stayed there, like an enormous battering ram knocking on a small hatch door. It didn’t feel like it would ever fit, so my inner alarm bells began to ring. But instead of panic, an ecstatic thrill surged through me that almost swept me off my feet. Reaching back, I put my hands on my ass cheeks, the silver nail polish glowing in the dim moonlight. I had always been proud of my firm butt. Hours in the gym had turned my buns into picture-perfect peaches. But now, I pushed them aside to open myself up and provide easy entrance.

I’d never felt so slutty before, but it was necessary! The mere feeling of the mighty member against my soggy slot was enough to cause a lump in my throat. It felt huge! Colossal was definitely the right term, and I'm not even exaggerating. ‘God that's gonna break my pussy. And yet... that's exactly what I want.’ I thought to myself and it made the void inside me tingle.

“Aaaah, fuck!” I whined, the girlish sound muffled by the tattered thong.

The wrist-sized wrecker wriggled in, but only an inch. I felt a sharp twinge as my pink folds stretched around it, but it only whetted my appetite. Pushing myself off the side panel, I thrust my body back to drive more of that fat rod into my hot twat.

“Ohhh gawd! Its… soooo… fucking thick!” I moaned into my thong.

Another inch slid up my fuck channel. Pain shot through me as my pussy walls widened. ‘It’s stretching me out so much! It’s literally destroying my pussy.’ I thought to myself and instantly followed up by stabbing my hips back to engulf another inch of meat with my cunt. As a reward for my hard work, I got a few sharp slaps on my ass. Colton’s hand bounced off my steel buns like it was a trampoline, but it still got me going. Grunting into my thong, I pushed back and buried another inch in my straining slot.

Apparently, the privileged prick was satisfied with my efforts because he gripped my hips. And then the world stood still! In a moment that would stay with me forever, stars exploded in front of my eyes as the entitled idiot yanked my body back. The motion was so forceful that my stretched-out snatch surrendered, giving way to three more inches. The air escaped my lungs as I got skewered by the unreal size of that cunt cleaver.

But the most staggering part was the fact that half of the length was still awaiting entry! And yet, my tightness was already getting resized by the massive meat pipe. I didn’t even want to imagine what it would feel like to get impaled by the full length. 

‘It’s too big! I’m never gonna be the same!’ I thought.

“Do it! Fuck the shit outta me! Fuck me senseless!” I mumbled through the silver fabric. 

Oh god! Why was I digging my own grave? To this day, I’d turned down the hottest guys on campus, including the captain of the debate team. And now, here I was, letting a douche I despised destroy my precious pussy. It was absurd, but I had no capacity to dwell on it. The rod in my twat took precedent.

And for good reason! My passion pitch needed my full attention when the condescending clown pulled his pussy plunger back. With his grip around my hips, he held me in place while he thrust forward, plowing his colossal cock into my fertile furrow. Lucky for me, my velvet valve had become so leaky it had turned into a slippery slope, because that titan tube was grinding my pussy walls down. My cuntlips got split to their max until they reached their breaking point and the thick dick got stuck halfway up my clingy channel.

For a moment, we were wedged into each other, like a key turned in a lock. 'What if he went back to the porch now?' I shuddered as the thought flashed through my mind. ’He’d drag me along, like a hucow on a show stick.’ The picture of myself being led through the Yamos house, bent over like a pull-toy with my tits dangling down and my butt bare appeared before me. And in response, my pussy vibrated like a tuning fork. 

By then nature had taken over, and the cocky jock tried to bury as much of his length as he could in my baby factory. With brute force, he began sawing in and out of my pussy, like he was trying to knock down my walls. My flesh buffers tensed up, but they wouldn’t give in. Instead, the last of my inhibitions broke down.

“Ngh, ngh, ngh!” I groaned in rhythm with the pounding.

My moans spiraled out of control, but luckily the tattered thong did a surprisingly good job of muffling my screams. The quivers of my cuntlips set my pussy into vibrations until the tremors rippled through my entire body. I trembled so hard I had to brace myself against the flimsy wooden slat. But the privileged prick kept pounding away, making the panel shake so dangerously I feared it would topple over at any moment. ‘What if it collapsed?’ I already saw myself tumbling onto the porch, right in front of the frat pack. The embarrassment would be epic! And not just that - it would be eternal!

The panel held – for the moment! Instead, my boobs got squashed against the wooden board and my hard nipples rubbed against the even harder wall. Try as he might, Colton couldn't get the last half inside me. But with every thrust, my bulging buds scraped over the side panel. That was the final trigger that sent me over the edge. An earthshattering orgasm erupted in my loins and ripped through me. I came harder than ever as my throbbing twat massaged the fat fuckbat.

Wave after wave of pleasure surged through my body while my pussy milked the shaft harder than any milking machine. The smug jerk didn’t stand a chance. Bending over my back, he moaned into my shoulder as his balls exploded and his sticky seed squirted out of his cock. His dick twitched with every cumshot, reigniting my orgasm. One climax after another surged through me until I lost count while the cocky jock dumbed a huge jizzload into me.

It took me a moment to come down from my high. All the while, my body kept trembling from the aftershocks of the world-shaking orgasm. Panting heavily, I tried to catch a breath while my mind started to clear.

“So, you’re ready to admit I’m smart ‘n’ sexy now?” I picked up the thread of our debate.

I wanted to hear him say it loud and clear, but the entitled idiot only chuckled in response.

“Oh, sweetie, I’ve only seen the slutty side so far,” he sneered, his condescending tone returning as soon as his balls were empty. “If there’s some smarts, you kept them well hidden.”

“I mean, you didn’t even tell me to slap on a pecker protecter, like any other hooch would.” He twisted the knife while waving a rubber in my face.

It was filled to the brim! That took my breath away. Just then it hit me! I hadn’t thought about protection, not even for a second. How careless! Despite his arrogant attitude, Colton wasn’t as much of a moron as I’d thought. He’d quietly slipped on a love glove without making a big deal about it. I even felt compelled to thank him, but he didn’t care. He’d had his fun and bust his nut, so now he was losing interest and fast.

Before I could say a word, he’d already turned around. Stuffing his wonder weapon into his pants, he strolled away and returned to his frat pack. Boozing with his bros was clearly more important than spending another second arguing with another dime-a-dozen attention whore. Jesus!

I stayed in the side corridor for a few more moments as I needed to catch my breath and process what had just happened. There was so much to wrap my mind around. I was physically exhausted, my pussy had been stretched to the limit, and I’d cum harder than ever before. But I was still restless – at least mentally. I was angry with myself for making such a mistake and failing to convince this conceited rich kid of my smarts. This wasn’t over!

---The Condom Clash---

After a while, I returned to the Yamos' house. The party had moved on to the next level, and some of the guests were already showing the effects of too much boozing. I wandered through the house looking for Ariana. A group of guys was playing beer pong in the meeting room, and the first couples had found each other, making out in the study room. The lounge had been converted into a dance floor, and that's where I found my bestie. She was dancing closely with two guys at the same time - Chet and Hunter. Damn, girl! Someone was really putting the moves on!

Of course, the thought was absurd, considering what I’d just done. But the cobwebs were more and more clearing from my head and I was coming back to my senses. This had been a one-time thing. A slip-up during a wild night of partying. It happens to everyone. That’s what college is all about. This was nothing special!

I wasn’t in the mood to dance. After all, I’d already had my private dance for the night, so I went to grab new drinks for Ari and me. Just when I returned to the lounge, my bestie left the dance floor to take a breather, so we retreated to a quiet corner to sip our cocktails and have a little chit-chat. But suddenly I stumbled forward. Someone had pushed me from behind - not too hard, but enough to make me turn around. 

Confused, I looked around for the culprit, but I could only see the back of a man. The way he walked away, however, was a tell-tale sign. It was way too casual. I knew exactly who it was. Colton - no doubt about it!

At first, I wanted to run after the elite douche and confront him. But I’d already done enough of that. I didn't want to look like a docile puppy again. That had gotten me into enough trouble already, so I turned around and continued talking to Ariana as if nothing had happened.

“What's that?” my best friend asked, pointing to my silver handbag hanging over my shoulder.

Following her finger, I froze. My eyes widened and I started to stutter. In panic, I fumbled with my bag, and the frantic movements only made it worse.

“Oh, that… that's just gum,” I lied, pretending it was a foil packet that once held chewing gum.

And finally, I made it. I managed to grab the filled-to-the-brim condom hanging over the edge of my purse. Frantically, I shoved it in, letting it disappear into the depths of my bag, never to be seen again.

God, that was embarrassing! I let out a shameful giggle, something I normally never did. But thankfully, Ari didn't press the issue. She just gave me a brief frown before dropping the subject. She knew me well enough to know when to press a matter. Besides, she was way too focused on the two frat boys. She couldn't make up her mind between Chet and Hunter, whatever it was that attracted her to those two pretentious dudes. As far as I was concerned, they were both equally insufferable, and I wouldn't make out with either one of them if my life depended on it… oh wait!

When Ari returned to the dance floor with the frat bros, I was left alone and my anger at Colton flared up again. Without thinking twice, I went looking for him. After all, when do you ever get a second chance? The opportunity was too good to let it slip away. He’d made a mistake and now I was going to win our debate once and for all.

Strangely, I didn't find him on the first floor, so I went upstairs. The second floor was less crowded because there was no party going on. It was just a hallway with a series of chambers where the frat members lived. Behind a couple of doors, I heard loud moaning. Apparently, some gold diggers were hard at work trying to bag those future husbands. For a moment, I caught myself hoping that none of those ‘future wallets’ were Colton. It was a stupid thought, but I didn't want any of those cheap sluts to get their dirty hands on his wonder weapon.

Finally, I spotted the cocky jock. About damn time! He was just stepping out of the bathroom. But I didn’t wait, I cornered him right there at the door. Before he knew what was happening, I laid into him.

“Are you fucking crazy? You trying to get me in trouble or something?” I demanded answers. “That’s your hobby? Ruining the lives of decent girls?”

“What?” the elite douche replied, feigning innocence. “Just gave you a gift, even wrapped it up all nice ‘n’ shiny. You totally deserved it.”

“Remember, you wanted that pearly gift injected straight from the source,” he added with a triumphant tone. “Already forgotten ‘bout that?”

Damnit! Of course, I hadn’t forgotten that blunder. But it had nothing to do with this.

“Fuck you! Contraception’s important. Nothing to joke about,” I was too mad to hold back.

“Hey, it was me who slapped on a rubber! So don’t put this on me.” Colton argued, clearly put on the defense.

“So what? You’re saying birth control’s just our job? Classic douche move!” I snapped, furious at his ignorance. “Newsflash: it takes two to tango. Man up, dude!”

“Man up?” Colton repeated mockingly. “That sounds an awful lot like toxic masculinity or whatever you call that shit. Can’t have it both ways, honey.”

“Nothing toxic ‘bout wearing a rubber. It’s called accountability, you idiot!” I fired back, calling him out for twisting my words.

“C’mon, this is the 21st century. This should be shared responsibility, don’t you agree?” he conceded.

All of a sudden, his tone was measured. Whether I liked it or not, it was a fair point. And so, I found myself nodding, albeit reluctantly. Hard to believe but we actually agreed on something. And yet, it was even harder to believe that I’ give in so quickly without coming up with a clever retort. 

“Awesome! Let’s share responsibilities then, sweetie.” The privileged prick followed up his argument while flashing a triumphant grin. “I provided the pecker protection last time. This time, it’s your turn.”

Shit! I’d let my guard down and walked right into his trap. I hadn’t even seen it coming. What a stupid rookie mistake!

“Are you kidding me? There’s no next time! Never!” I blurted out, my cheeks flushed with frustration.

“You sure?” Colton asked, his tone completely innocent.

And then he took a step forward. I froze when he closed the gap. He came so near I could smell the sweat from our last encounter still lingering on him. I wanted to take a step back, but his strong chest pressed against my pretty handfuls, sending a powerful jolt from my juggs to my rug.

“You told me to man up!” the cocky jock reminded me. “Don’t tell me you’re ‘bout to backtrack now. Don’t chicken out on me like a drama queen, sweetie.”

Jesus! I snorted when I heard that insult. I was anything but a diva, and I’d never backed down from anything in my life. I was way too proud for that. But this wasn’t your usual debate, so I was caught between a rock and a hard place. I wanted to make my closing argument because I felt like I could still win this thing. But I was no longer sure if I really wanted to take a win or something else entirely. Damnit! How the hell had it come to this?

“In or out, what’s it gonna be?” Colton challenged me, his patience wearing thin. “We all know what you’ll choose anyway, you cum guzzling cunt.”

Oh shit! The words hit me like a slap in the face! Where did this vile slur come from? I was on my way to winning this debate when his insult threw me off balance. And how did I react? Instead of retorting, I thrust out my crotch. When the smug jerk noticed, he did the same, and our loins met.

I gasped when I felt the bulge in his pants pressing against my Venus mound. It was the final trigger that switched off my brain. Grabbing the hem of my sequin skirt, I hiked it up over my hips. Splaying my legs open, I pressed my pink slit against the big bulge.

I groaned longingly as I began to slide my pussy up and down, the rough jeans fabric scratching against my smoothly shaved snatch while his cock grew back to its stunning size, almost bursting his pants.

“Yes, man up in me!” I heard myself say.

It felt surreal, like I’d stepped out of my body and become a passive observer. I’d always thought it silly but the ‘big dick energy’ was real. It subdued the debate queen in me and brought out a primal part that desired to be inseminated by this seedslinger. I’d never seen myself as a size queen but his glorious gene gun radiated so much virility, strength, and dominance that it turned me into a mere puppet in his hands.

But it wasn’t just that. I’d taken my shot – thrice – and lost. This conceited rich kid had bested me every single time, so he deserved a price for it. Like a knight winning a joust and earning the noble maiden’s hand. It was so old-school! It didn’t align with my modern worldview, not one bit! And that’s exactly what made it so powerful.

A primal part deep inside of me steered my movements, making me turn around. As I bent over, I was completely oblivious to the dangers of getting caught. I didn’t care that I was presenting my bare butt in the hallway. If anything, it made the whole thing that much more thrilling. 

Reaching back, I dug my manicured nails into my ass cheeks. Under the bright overhead lights, the glitter polish sparkled even more than in the moonshine, making it look damn flashy and vulgar. Usually, I preferred a more refined nail polish, but a unified look was important to me, so I’d gone with the silver glitter style. 

Right then and there, I was glad for the gaudy color because it seemed to turn the arrogant ass on. But it wasn’t enough to make him jump my bones. I didn’t get piped down right away. I didn’t even get to feel the massive mushroom head against my sloppy slit. Instead, I squealed when I felt a rough tug on my silky chestnut hair. Dragging me along, Colton led me down the hall, his grip so tight that I could only stumble and flail my arms. 

In that moment, I realized once and for all that the elite douche was anything but stupid. Instead, he proved to be more prudent than I was. Opening a door to a chamber, he stepped inside. After all, getting out of the limelight was the smart thing to do.

But then he paused, right when he was standing in the doorframe. He didn’t pull me inside and didn’t let me pass either. Instead, he turned around. That’s when I saw it: he’d opened his zipper and pulled out his fully erect fuckpole. Oh gosh! That hit me out of nowhere, and I mean that literally. Although he’d let go of my hair, I stayed in position. Bent over, the slab of meat hit me square in the face. Moving his hips, he sent his skewer swinging, slapping my cheeks with loud, smacking sounds – left, right, left, right. 

“You want all the fun without putting in the work? Kinda ungrateful.” Colton chided me like a naughty pup.

And I responded accordingly. Standing there with my head tilted, I looked up with guilty puppy-dog eyes that could melt anyone’s anger.

“You could start making up for it by sucking my dick,” he offered me a way out. 

‘Man! That dude’s out of his goddamn mind. Not here, not in public! Definitely not with everybody watching! No way in hell I’m going viral as the next campus slut.’ That’s what my inner debate queen was thinking. And in the meantime, the primal prey inside me was already acting.

Lunging forward, I puckered my kisser and slid my soft lips over the purple helmet. God! My mouth didn’t fare much better than my pussy. I barely managed to get the cockhead in and my lips were already stretched to the max. Still, I kept going, determined to give the guy a good time as a reward for besting me. 

Despite all the motivation in the world, the halfway marker seemed to be a magical point because that’s how much I managed to gobble up. Since I could only take half of his length, I gave twice the effort, sucking on the head like it was the fountain of eternal life. I didn’t just slurp on it, I used some good-old hoover action while fellating the tip. Cupping his balls, I began humming and moaning around the supersized shaft. I even puckered my lips and let the tip pop from my mouth every now and then, filling the air with wet, vulgar sounds. 

Wow! I’d never been so much into giving head before, it had always felt like a chore. But this time, I was determined to show how eager I was to please his massive meat pipe, hoping he’d reciprocate.

“Yo, bro! Got yourself a nice lil hoochie. Sweet! Looks like you scored some prime meat there.” I suddenly heard an unknown voice.

And I froze with half the cock in my mouth. I whimpered around the shaft when I heard a random stranger call me a ‘hoochie’. This was the one thing I couldn't afford to happen! We’d been discovered! I could already see the social media posts and hear the news hitting campus. I’d be labeled a slut forever. That was the worst-case scenario!

I was panicking! Desperate to escape the spotlight, I wanted to crawl into the chamber, but the elite douche wouldn't let me. Instead, he grabbed the back of my head and held my face in place. Tugging on my chestnut hair, he guided my head back and forth, fucking my mouth. I flung my arms up as my lips bopped on his steel rod. But the entitled idiot kept going, drilling his dick deeper and deeper into my throat until I was gagging and choking. 

This was outrageous! The brash bastard effortlessly fucked my face while casually chatting with his frat bro. The mug fuck was super intense for me, but just a sideshow for the guys. All the spluttering and slobbering was hard work, but nothing more than background noise. The audacity was infuriating. I had never felt so disrespected! But here’s the baffling part: the pulsing in my pussy had never been more ferocious.

“Ain’t that the hooch you scoped out to be your lay of the day?” the stranger asked. “You know, when the keg first got tapped?”

He did what? Shit! This was getting worse by the second.

“The one!.... and!... only!...” Colton responded, his voice loud and clipped. 

But he didn’t stop there. To drive home the meaning, he slammed my face down his shaft with every word, making me gag to the rhythm of each syllable.

“Didn’t you have a bet going?” the rando inquired.

“Oh, that's right! Thanks for reminding me,” the pompous clown exclaimed. “Still gotta collect those fivers from Chet ‘n’ Hunter.”

Holy fuck! This wasn’t just some casual chat, it was pure humiliation. But it didn’t feel like it. The more they dragged me through the mud, the harder I let the cocky jock slam my suckhole and the stronger my pussy throbbed.

“Yo, hooch, good news! I can pay that Uber back to your place.” Colton literally talked down to me while he kept his colossal cock lodged down my tight throat.

With my mouth filled, I couldn’t respond, but no one expected me to speak up anyway. I was only here to suck dick and provide pleasure. Instead of talking, my gagging escalated into a staccato, which the smug jerk took as approval. While it added another pinch of humiliation, it at least earned me a short break. Pulling his pole out of my mouth, the elite douche let me catch a breath. 

“Man, you won’t believe how fast that chica spread her legs when she saw my million!... dollar!... missile!...” the arrogant ass chuckled.

And my break was already over when he gave my throat three special tastes of his glorious girl-catcher.

“You see, she can't keep her lips off my Colt. Hehehe!” the condescending clown laughed the loudest at his own joke. “No matter which set of dick pillows. Hehehe!”

While the bros hollered, I scoffed around the man meat stretching my lips. I’d never been more outraged and never felt more empty at the same time. The void between my legs was screaming to get stuffed. But there was another void and it was in my head. I’m not proud of it, but I was completely focused on that delicious dick. I could only think about pleasing it so damn good that I finally got it into my pleasure pit.

“Yo, bro, wanna hit that ass? She’s big into sharing responsibilities, so we might as well share banging her brains out.” Colton suggested.

What a dig! The privileged prick was making fun of our debate! His insolence knew no bounds, just as his creativity. As much as he disrespected me, I couldn’t help but respect his game. He definitely knew how to twist my words. By contrast, I didn’t know how to respond. I never dreamed of doing it with two guys at once, and I didn’t plan on doing it anytime soon. Would I still say no if it was the only way to fill that yearning void? I wondered and I had no answer for it.

“Nah, man! Got my own bet going,” the unknown fratster politely declined. “Been going head-to-head with Chet. Who’s gonna score your favorite trigger tramp, Ari whats-her-name?” 

“Maybe, we’ll end up tag teaming that tart,” he suggested. “We’ll see!”

Oh gosh! I hoped against hope they weren’t talking about my bestie, but I knew better. For a second, I felt a twinge of jealousy, which was totally out of character for me. Ariana had two frat boys fighting over her while I could barely get one bro to recognize me as smart and sexy. This was so unfair! But I got no time to complain. Instead, I found myself scoffing around the shaft. The two guys bumped fists right above my head. Such a presumptuous move! It only reinforced the fact that, in the eyes of the Yamos bros, we women were nothing more than fuck toys.

And with that, the guy was gone. I hadn't even caught his name, nor had I gotten a clear look at him. By contrast, he’d seen my bare boobs and exposed ass. I’m pretty sure he’d also checked out my smooth, silky snatch and saw how much it was leaking with lust. Oh gawd! What if I bumped into him on campus? I’d be oblivious because I wouldn't recognize him, while he’d spot me at the first second. After all, he practically knew me inside out. This was so humiliating!

“Been dragging your feet long enough! Took your sweet time introducing your holes to all my bros. Such an attention whore!” Colton didn’t miss a beat.

What the hell? This accusation was even more ridiculous! But I let it slide, because I had bigger fish to fry. The entitled idiot didn’t wait for an answer anyway. He simply walked around my bent-over body and positioned himself behind me. When I heard his zipper, I quickly reached back and spread my toned tush apart. I brazed myself when I felt his grip on my long hair. And then I let out a low grunt. The elite douche had drilled his dick right through my pink slit.

Finally, the wait was over! But Colton paid no attention to me, hammering his colossal cock straight up my sweet spot without any regard for my comfort. He kept driving his delicious dick into me until it got stuck. The pressure was overwhelming, but the pleasure was even more intense. My knees wobbled, trembling to the point that I would have tumbled to the ground if the pompous clown hadn’t held me up by my chestnut mane.

Still, the thrust drove me forward and I took a step through the door. Another smash up my snatch and another step. I couldn’t believe it! The privileged prick walked me through the chamber by his pussy plunger. As long as this soul snatcher was stretching me out, I was completely at his mercy. I’d never imagined it possible, but here I was, literally getting dicked around by a misogynistic man. And I loved every second of it!

While Colton dick-walked me through the chamber, he gradually loosened the grip on my hair. With every poke up my pussy, my legs were shaking harder and harder. With every step, I sank down further and further. Halfway to the bed, my knees hit the floor. Oh gosh! I was crawling while getting fucked. I was dick-led through the room like a docile pet. I couldn’t imagine anything more submissive than this! Where would this end?

First, on someone else’s mattress. The moment we reached the bed, Colton pulled me up by my hair and threw me onto the cushions, treating me like a ragdoll. I didn’t even know whose room this was, and I wasn’t keen on finding out. The sheets definitely looked like they hadn’t been changed in far too long. Total frat bro style, if you ask me! 

“Yo, basic bitch! This time, you’re taking my boner balls deep. Else, you’re not getting my million-dollar missile at all. Got it?” the brash bastard told me.

‘No! No, no, no! Simply not possible!’ I saw no way to pull it off. 

Before I got the chance to argue, though, my protest was cut short. My eyes glazed over when the arrogant ass reached between my splayed legs and mercilessly strummed my clit, turning me into a moaning mess. But Colton didn’t expect me to make big decisions, he was set on making the decisions for me. Getting onto the bed, he pulled me onto his lap, once again treating me like a ragdoll. Holding my hips, he guided me into a reverse cowgirl position. I let him have his way with me, only accompanying the process with loud groans. Truth be told, I didn’t mind the position since it allowed me to ride his delicious dick without having to look at his smug face.

Gazing down, my eyes grew wide! His towering tool looked like it would split me in half. But the very sight of his pussy destroyer sent a surge of adrenaline through my body while the void inside me tingled more than ever. So, I made no move to stop the elite douche. Instead, I let out a whispery ‘mmm’ when he placed my soggy slit on his massive mushroom. It turned into a sharp ‘ahhh’ when the hammerhead split my beef curtain and slipped inside. Finally, it became a drawn-out ‘ohhh’ when the soul snatcher cleaved its way up my tight tunnel. 

My toes curled and uncurled beyond my control as my clingy channel got impaled on that fucking fencepost. Fortunately, the encounter with the random stranger had turned my twat into a water slide because I needed all the lubrication I could get. And still, I only slid down inch by inch while the wrist-sized pussy wrecker stretched out my snatch. 

When I reached the halfway point, I started moving my hips. Bopping up and down the fat fuckbat, I rode him until my slippery slide produced smacking sounds that filled the room. As my pristine pussy sheathed his cock, I milked him for all its worth. The privileged prick rewarded my efforts by reaching around my body and massaging my cutie cups.

And then another moment got etched into my memory forever. The entitled idiot put his hands under my thighs. Before I realized his intention, he lifted my legs into the air, so my feet lost touch with the mattress. But the important part was the domino effect. My feet were no longer keeping me balanced, so that fucking fencepost was the only thing holding me upright while all my weight was pushing me down.

I let out a strained ‘uhhh’ as my cuntlips got stretched like a rubber band wrapped around a water melon. I couldn’t believe it but my body steadily slipped deeper. As my overstuffed slot got packed beyond capacity, my groan turned into a primal ‘ungh’. And then the brash bastard thrust his hips up, pumping even more man meat into my maxed-out muff. My grunts turned into a rhythmic ‘oh oh oh’ as he nailed the final inches of his colossal cock into my taut tunnel like it was a core drilling.

My toes crinkled and my feet dangled helplessly in the air when his balls finally slapped against my engorged clit. My crimson lips parted in awe when it hit me. He’d done it! My body had completely sheathed the glorious girl-catcher. It had literally done its job. Not only had it caught this girl, but also trapped it in submission. By then my mind was completely blank. All I did was moan breathlessly as wave after wave of sweet sensation washed over my body. That’s why the entitled idiot decided to keep control of the action. Suddenly, I yelped as my body flew through the air. Colton practically tossed me off his lap. Abruptly, my cunt was empty and gaping, so I started whining as the void began tingling like a mosquito bite that needed scratching.

Luckily, I didn’t have to fret for long. I was still lying prone bone on the mattress with my legs spread wide. As I caught my breath, my twat was basically competing to see if it could glisten harder or gape wider. That’s when the cocky jock pounced on me, positioning himself right on top of my body. As he let his fat fuckbat slide over my pink slit, my panting turned back into moaning.

‘I'm nothing more than a piece of ass to this dickhead.’ I figured, but my thoughts were quickly interrupted when the privileged prick grabbed my shoulders. He pulled my body backwards while thrusting forward. No more slow and steady! I shrieked out as he laid pipe, hammering his rod deep into my twat.

“Ahhh fuck! Ohhh my god!” I wailed as his cunt cleaver parted my pussy.

I could only scream and moan as he plowed into me. My folds clung to his shaft as he invaded my young, beautiful body. My feet twisted inward as he drilled his delicious dick deeper and deeper into my tight flesh pipe.

“You basic bitch! You wanna be smart ‘n’ slutty but can’t use my whole cock?” He spanked my ass, leaving red handprints on my cheeks.

Colton kept pounding my pussy while he swatted my butt to make me buck back into him. My brow furrowed as I screamed without restraints. ‘This must be what giving birth feels like. He’s reshaping my baby chute.’ The pressure ramped up, even when it seemed impossible. My shoulder blades tensed with every thrust. ‘This is the nastiest… hottest… shit that’s ever happened to me. He’s literally turning me into a loose slut’. Pain ripped through me as my taut tunnel wrapped so tightly around the pussy destroyer that it visibly slid in and out with every thrust, clinging to it like a suction sleeve.

But I didn’t want it to stop, I wanted more where that came from. His balls slapping against my clit drove me wild. The smug jerk kept pounding my cervix until I got close to climax. The way he resized my twat made my vision blurry until black dots danced in front of my eyes. Any second, the next orgasm would explode in my core. 

And then the entitled idiot was gone. As he pulled out, my pussy walls clung to his meat pipe so tightly, as if they didn’t want to let go of the steel rod. It made a loud, hissing ‘whoosh’ when it finally dislodged, like a suction cup popping off a window. 

While I was still trying to gather my senses, the elite douche rolled off the bed. Looking around, I found him opening a window. Leaning against the frame, he casually began puffing on a cigarette. Can you believe it? I knew the arrogant ass was capable of a lot of things, but this took the cake!

For fuck’s sake! It was too early for a post-bang drag. None of us had cum yet! That pissed me off. It was clear that he was toying with me, but I was too aroused to stay away. My pussy made me play along. Panting heavily, I got off the bed and walked over to him. Grabbing the cigarette, I tossed it out of the window.

“You can get your afterglow puff when the work’s done, asshole!” I told the pompous clown.

“The work?” Colton let out an amused chuckle. 

“Tell me again, who’s the one trying to convince me she’s smart ‘n’ sexy?” he teased me. “What’s the smart thing to do now?” 

Oh, shit! He was twisting my words again. Of course, I knew that the smart thing to do was to walk away. Only then did it occur to me: all this time, we hadn't used a rubber! I didn't have another love glove in my bag, and apparently Mr. Know-It-All was too full of himself to have another one on him. Whatever! Nothing had happened yet. 

This could still end well, but the operative word here was ‘could’. I’m not proud of it, but I didn't want it to end like this. I’d already gone too far. I needed the final kick, the ultimate orgasm, so I did the unthinkable. Driven by my need, I bent over the windowsill. I knew I was playing with fire – in more ways than one! I could see people below us on the back porch. They’d definitely hear us! Plus, I was offering my unprotected pussy to this conceited rich kid to deposit his load in my womb. This was the opposite of smart!

But it was too late! The offer had been made. Colton was already behind me. He’d never take me seriously as the debate queen, but he’d damn sure make me cum on his delicious dick. I can’t believe I’m saying this, but at that moment I didn’t want it any other way. He had bested me in the debate, so now he deserved to get the best of me. Period!

And then I gasped. Right off the bat, Colton pounded into me like a beast of burden. All I could do was put my arms on the windowsill and scream my lust into the night while my tits jiggled and my overstuffed orifice got filled. My mind turned off as I slammed my ass back onto the wrist-sized pussy wrecker. I whipped my chestnut hair around as his glorious girth sawed in and out of me. My voice reached a new height when he bottomed out.

Colton slapped my ass with every thrust, my taut tushy snapping back into place after every slap. My snatch clung to the supersized shaft with a tight grip. Sweat dripped from both our bodies. His deep moans mingled with my high-pitched squeals. The people below us were drunk as skunks, but they still had to hear us. Actually, I was surprised no one had knocked on the door yet.

And that was the moment when the climax hit me. With unprecedented force, it swept over me, roaring through my body like a hurricane. The cocky jock followed suit, blowing his cumload deep into my womb. He came so hard he literally spilled male tears. His daddy jelly spurted out against my cervix like baby bullets from a gatling gun, flooding my uterus. Hard to believe, but I felt his offspring swapping around inside me and it sent several more orgasmic waves through my body. While I was still riding my high, the entitled idiot pulled out and tugged his cock into his pants.

And what did he do next? He walked over to the second window, opened it and leaned out while puffing on his climax cig. But that wasn’t all he did!

“Hey, my broski! All keggers empty? Save the last for me!” he shouted down to the people on the porch. 

I felt hot and cold, both at the same time. This couldn’t be happening! He’d had his fun and was still pulling this shit? Why did he keep playing this game, trying to embarrass me? What an asshole! You wouldn’t believe how fast I jumped back from the window. I could only hope that ‘broski’ hadn’t seen me when he looked up to shout back his answer.

That audacity killed my post-climax bliss. It seemed like Colton was back to being his old, presumptuous self. He’d shown me another side of him, but it only lasted as long as his cock was in me. So typical! We’d both cum and now we were back to being mortal enemies.

Fuming with anger, I packed my things and left the room. Without stopping, I went downstairs. The Yamos house had gotten empty. Most of the remaining guests were lying around in the corners, boozed up and wasted. Making my way through the lounge, I carefully avoided the back porch. I didn't want to run into anyone who might have heard me. That would have been too embarrassing!

No matter how hard I looked, I couldn't find Ariana. It seemed like she was busy elsewhere, if you know what I mean. After a round through the lavish mansion, I noticed that thick jizz was bubbling out of my pussy and trickling down my thigh. Damnit! There was so much goo that I could easily leave a trail all the way to the dorm. It was getting difficult to hide, so I decided to head home. 

When I sat in the Uber, a last surprise awaited me. Just before the car drove off, Colton stormed out of the house. He actually gave the driver the 10 bucks he had won on the bet. Fuck me! I blushed so hard, the heat of my shame almost melted the vehicle. But somehow, it was the fitting end to this evening - an event I’d never forget.

*to be continued*

*Chapter 02: Tammy can’t help it and gets into another debate on campus*