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When the idea of fucking the math team first came to Julie, it didnât really surprise her. She was, after all, safe in her bed, in the dark, away from the scrutiny of others, with her Hello Kitty vibrator pressed firmly against her clit. Under such circumstances, even the wildest ideas can seem plausible.
But what did surprise her was thisâeven the next day as she traipsed down the hallway of the college, surrounded and gawked at by all who might judge her, even then the idea seemed like a good one.
First of all, she told herself, it wouldnât be like fucking the football team. There were only seven of them, a number that Julie thought she could manage. Plus, they were desperate. Most peopleâboys and girlsâagreed that Julie was the hottest girl in the school. If the hottest girl in the school told these guys she wanted to fuck them, sheâd have them completely under her control.
Julie turned these thoughts over in her head all morning, wondering if she would indeed go through with it. The idea intimidated her a little, until one solid fact entered the equation: âIf they told anyone, no one would believe them.â Right then, sitting in French class with her pussy drenching the cotton of her panties, Julie resolved to let all seven of the Albertson University Mathletes penetrate her in any way they wanted.
Opportunity presented itself that very afternoon, as Julie overheard the captain of the team, Brent, talking to four of the others in the student union. âMy parents will be gone âtil about midnight,â said Brent. âTheyâre going to the casino. We should get some movies and order a pizza.â
That wonât be the only thing youâll get tonight, Julie thought.
The preparations were extensive. Julie wanted to look better than she ever had, but she couldnât decide whether to just wear her cheerleader uniform, or to look more sophisticated and glamorous. She knew they thought about her when they jerked off. But she wondered exactly how they pictured her. Wanting to shock them as much as possible, she chose the glamour routeâPrada high heels and a skintight silver dress that sheâd never worn before, because it was so short it was impossible to do anything in it without flashing her panties. In all the excitement, she almost forgot to take her birth control pill.
She waited until dark before driving to Brentâs parents' house. When she got there, she didnât allow herself to hesitate. She parked the car, strode up the sidewalk, and rang the bell.