Objects in My Pussy
Butterflies fluttered in my stomach as I stood at the side of the room waiting for my turn to compete in this game of the sexcapades at the local frat house. All weekend long the frat was holding different competitions that involve sex or some form thereof. The games ranged in degree from simple kissing, to wet T-shirt contest, to the extreme of who could fuck the most people over the weekend. I usually didn’t go for this kind of thing but I had heard about one game in particular that got my...