TITLE    : The Masquerade Massacre
STORYID  : the-masquerade-massacre
SUMMARY  : A young woman and her boyfriend attend a notorious frat.
AUTHOR   : OnyxMasters@lit
DATE     : 2022-12-11
CATEGORY : interracial-erotic-stories
FLAGS    : 
TAGS     : |bbc|interracial|college|cheating|orgy|drunk|white girl|black man|gangbang|race play|


Ally and Brandon had been dating since their senior year of high school, and as young and naïve lovers often do, they decided to attend the same college in order to prolong the romance. Not that there was anything wrong with trying, as after all, fortune favors the bold, but if history has taught us anything it's that young love can be fickle and the flame that burns twice as hot last half as long. But Ally and Brandon were giving it the ol' college try, making time for each other whenever they could between classes and trying to hold down jobs, the star event on their calendar being the upcoming masquerade Halloween party at one of the local fraternity houses. They were notoriously raucous, well stocked with booze, and known for having tons of girls (not that Ally or Brandon needed that). The frat itself, Alpha Beta Kappa, was either intentionally (it was) or by happenstance, entirely black, a fact that Ally felt fit to comment on when deciding whether or not to go.

"I don't know, Brandon... why can't we just stay home and watch scary movies together or something? I know I'm going to be tired, and I don't have money to waste on a costume." Ally said, not meaning to sound like a bore, but coming off as one.

"Ally, come on, I just want to get out and live a little. These are our college years, we can be tired and boring when we get older." he replied, trying to stoke the flames of interest.

"I guess, but I mean, isn't the frat nothing but black guys? Do you even know any of them?" her retort not dissuading him.

"No, but it's the sort of wild party you don't just turn down an invite to. Please, can we just go, for me?" he said, launching a guilt trip.

She sighed, giving him a half hearted smile, "Fine, but I don't want to get too drunk or stay too late, okay?"

He placated her concern with false acceptance of her terms, figuring he would just see how the night went and follow the tempo. With that, the two of them went costume shopping in their free time, separately, and picked out a reasonable costume and mask. They had settled on a them via text, with Brandon picking a set of white angelic robes, with a gold and white mask and headband for his attached halo, while Ally picked a sexy devil costume, which was a big departure from her younger years choices, finally leaning into something that accented her feminine form. Ally had long straight brown hair, hazel eyes, and a fair and delicate complexion that was prone to sunburns. She had solid C cup breasts, a small but firm ass, with long toned legs. A fact that she had buried for years under oversized hoodies and loose cut jeans, only really coming into her own with Brandon's gentle encouragement, and burgeoning sex life together.

He was more than enthusiastic when he saw the costume that she had picked for that night, with it's thigh high stockings, red heels, short and puffy skirt with attached devils tail, and a hooded cloak. All crowned by the black and gold devil's mask that covered her upper face, horns protruding from under the hood. Ally was a bit of an overachiever, which did wonders for her top notch grades, but made it very difficult for her to get out of her own head, which was alwyas full of self doubt.

"Holy shit Ally, you look... amazing. Promise me you'll save that for the bedroom sometime." he said, half tempted to ravish her right there.

"Oh stop..." she said, blushing, "You look good too. I like your take on an angel, it's not as... cartoonish as most other people portray it. It's almost formal. I like that." her serious side kicking in.

"Well thank you." he said, leaning in for a quick kiss. "You ready to go?"

"Yeah, I guess so. You don't think it's going to be too cold do you?" she said, always the worrier.

"It'll be fine, come on." he said, ushering her away to his car.

They arrived at their destination within a scant few minutes, but underestimated how bad the parking situation was going to be, spending more time finding a place to leave their car then it took them to get there. Still, it wasn't a long walk, and Ally had gotten more used to wearing heels over the last year which helped enormously. As they approached the the latticed arch where a bouncer of sorts was waiting, they saw the long crowded line, a healthy mix of young couples and small groups of girls waiting to get in.

"There's an awful lot of girls here." Ally noted, scanning the attendees. She mentally noted, but didn't mention the fact that almost all the guests were white, asian, or some mix of light skinned ethnicities. She figured there weren't as many black guests, as the frat itself was predominantly black, and they were already inside.

"Well, IT IS a frat party, you know they always invite tons of girls to these things." he said, brushing off her casual observation.

The line moved smoothly, with only a few people being rejected at the gate for one reason or another, Ally and Brandon walked up together, with Brandon presenting the invitation he had been given for him and a "plus guest".

"A'ight man, everything looks good. You and your girl have a good time." the muscled black student(?) guarding the gate said, waving them through.

The interior courtyard was surprisingly well kept, the interior of the stone walls surrounding the property covered with trimmed green ivy, the grass short and neat, with soft white rope lights decoratively placed around key parts of windows and doorways.

"It's actually really pretty here." Ally commented, unsure what she had expected from a frat house.

"Yeah, you should see our dorm area. It's the land that housekeeping forgot." he said, enjoying the air of it as well.

As they stepped through the main doors, they were both surprised by the more elegant motif of the party, costumed guests laughing and chatting with drinks in hand, but no loud raging music, or beer pong, just jovial civility. Ally was starting to think this wouldn't be too bad after all, while Brandon was slightly let down, hoping for a more punchy experience that he would remember for the rest of his life. They chatted and mingled, shared some laughs with other party goers, the members of the frat seemingly acting more as wait staff than attendees. Then, after a good half an hour or so, came the sudden moment of introduction to the house president, Keenan Wilkes.

"Honored guests, if I may have your attention please. If you'd kindly turn to face the balcony, our president would like to address you all." the DJ voice announced, with everyone turning to face the spotlight up above.

A young black man wearing a maroon hooded cloak with a skull shaped upper face mask and a large walking stick, almost a shillelagh or knotted shepherd's crook, walked into view, smiling widely and opening his arms to the sound of applause.

"Thank you, thank you. It's a pleasure to have you all hear tonight, ladies... and gentlemen." he said, pausing for light laughter, also some "whoos" from some of the party loving girls, "As you know, our house parties are infamous for our turnout, and you have not disappointed this year!" another round of cheering applause breaking out, "I have only one request of you tonight, in exchange for our hospitality... food... drink... lavishments..." he said, referring to the casual party drugs that were on offer to those interested, "And that is; that you cut loose, forget yourselves for one night, and indulge in your darkest fantasies!" he said, the lights ominously cutting off throughout the house. Ally felt a cold chill run through her, the quiet uncomfortable and the dark foreboding, before new lights burst on, bathing the room in a festival of colors, the members of the frat no longer acting as hosts, but dancing out as music began to boom and thump throughout the entire place. The crowd exploding into cheers and laughter, everyone joining them in their revelry.

Brandon couldn't contain his smile, watching the place burst into a new life, music coming out hot and heavy, bodies swarming the open floor to dance everywhere they could. Ally was relieved herself, having been nervous before, but didn't really know how she felt about this new tone the party was taking on. She attempted to get Brandon's attention, tugging at the sleeve of his shirt as he jumped along to the music, pounding his cup of beer, halo bobbing up and down as he did. When he didn't immediately respond, Ally poked him in the side instead, making him stop and turn toward her with an exasperated look on his face.

"What?" he yelled, only barely getting across the sound filling the room.

"I don't know if I'm okay with all this." she shouted back, him struggling to hear her.

"Come on, Ally. Can you just try and chill out for ONE night?" he said, flustered.

She was not happy with the implication he was making, treating her like she was always some high strung burden on him and his good times. She didn't respond, she simply glared at him, and turned to go get herself another drink, leaving him to reel in the stony annoyance she was clearly throwing his way. The crowd was no longer easy to navigate, forcing her to push her way through the throngs of bodies crowding every inch of the floor before making her way back to the makeshift bar that had been set up, one loyal house member still there tending it.

"Can I have another cup of beer?" she yelled.

"You got it. You sure you don't want something stronger? You don't seem like you're enjoying yourself too much." he shouted back, gesturing to the bottles on offer behind him.

Ally felt annoyed, not at him, but at the fact that even with a partial mask on, she was coming off as miserable or anhedonic. The thought made her feel a little sad, considering maybe Brandon was right after all, and she needed to loosen up.

"What's the strongest stuff you've got?" she said, suddenly full of bold defiance.

He smiled with a note of enthusiasm, grabbing a bottle of Absinthe from the shelf, which he prepared for her in the traditional style, pouring it over a sugar cube as she watched mesmerized by the ritual it took to serve such a libation. Ally was not a big drinker, nor was she used to any sort of casual drug, the sort of which could easily be ground up and used to dust a sugar cube, so she was absolutely unprepared for the trip this particular green fairy was about to take her on. She took it, smiling and thanking him, taking a small sip of the strong liquor, nodding and smiling once more before leaving. The bartender rinsed the spoon and sieve he'd used, leaning down under the bar front, grabbing a small walkie and announcing to whatever person(s) were on the other end, a simple two word tag that changed the course of the night.

"Red Devil."

Ally had been flagged, the bouncing and dancing members of the frat all getting the message on their ear pieces, eager eyes scanning the room for her as they partied on. She made her way back through the writhing masses, sipping at her drink and trying to find out where Brandon had gone, if anywhere. She could feel the warmth of the drink loosening her up, her inhibitions starting to slowly melt away, her navigation of the room becoming a little more devil may care, as it were. She did end up finding Brandon, who was drunkenly bopping along with a trio of girls, the sight of which didn't fill her with the sort of cold anger it would have normally. Instead, she simply moved up on him, giving him a quick painless elbow in the ribs, laughing as she did.

"Oh hey!" he cried, clearly trying to distance himself from the girls, "Everything good!?" he shouted, his head cocked, trying to use the minimal amount of words to convey himself through the clamour.

"Yup! Let me tell you..." she started, her voice suddenly having a reverb in her head, she stopped, looking puzzled before smiling and shouting "Bee boop!" to hear the strange echo again, and laughing at herself.

He shot her a happy but confused look, before someone grabbed him on the shoulder, guiding his attention to them. It was one of the frat members, who shot him a laughter filled smile, and shouted,

"Hey bro, come grab some shots with us!" as he motioned to the girls he had been dancing near before.

Brandon smiled back and nodded, almost turning back to Ally for confirmation or permission, but was urged away by the crowd of strangers, and in his drunken state, simply went along for the ride. Ally was left standing there, her eyes watching the lights overhead as they swirled around, enjoying the streaks of colors that were trailing behind them. She honestly had no idea he had even gone, or that she had just seen him, simply enjoying the buzz and high that had melted away the walls of her otherwise stony defenses. She felt a tap on her shoulder, which brought her attention back down, a smiling black frat member wearing a black tuxedo style suit with a glittery red half mask on was holding out a card that simply said "VIP". She clumsily reached for it as he declared,

"You are being invited to the VIP lounge! You want to come with me?" holding out a hand.

"Is Brandon... are... is... yeah, let's go!" she shouted, confused but happy anyway.

He led her across the dance floor to a locked and guarded door, the gentleman manning it, granting them access as they slipped out of the noise and light into a cooler, quieter darkness.

"It's so much better here!" Ally said happily, "It's like outer space!"

He glanced back at her over his shoulder, politely smiling and laughing though he had no real idea what she meant. The loud party was almost entirely absent here, the stone stairs leading them down into a large basement area, which was populated solely by black frat members, and the multitude of girls they decided they wanted to treat to the VIP experience. The center of the room almost appearing like an arena, with the outer edges cordoned off, people excitedly chanting something that Ally couldn't quite follow at first, despite it's simplicity. Her guide had let her go on her own, her addled curiosity drawing her to the central attraction, which shocked her, even in the state she currently was in.

The center of the room had eight members of the frat, some with their hands up in celebration, others with their hands down at rest, their pants down around their knees, with anywhere from ten to twelve girls kneeling front of them collectively, sucking and jerking their large black dicks. The other black men and mix of light skinned girls chanting from the edges,

"SUCK! SUCK! SUCK! SUCK!"

Ally stared at the scene in front of her, confused, but focused heavily on every exposed black cock in front of her, marveling in the length and girth on display as they disappeared into eager mouths. One of the men suddenly raising both fists triumphantly, an enormous and gooey load firing out of his cock as the white and asian girl in front of him craned his cock between the two of them, their tongues and faces now splattered with his seed. The crowd went wild like this was some sort of glorious achievement to be celebrated, Ally confusedly joining in, jumping up and down with them as her mood turned to one of enjoyment. The celebration went on as each load was blown, girls getting mouthfuls of hot black jizz, swallowing, and standing up to the sounds of cheers and applause, a new type of party tone being set down here.

"Alright, alright, alright!" an unseen announcer chanted, every dick on display having been sucked. "Time for round number five! Fellas, choose your ladies!"

Moments afterward, Ally felt a strong black hand grab her upper arm, as she looked and saw him smiling, urging her on. She smiled back, following along as he led her out into the arena, other black guys strolling out with their pick of ladies in tow. Her new friend turned to face her, planting both hands on her shoulders and guiding her down to her knees, lifting her face mask up and resting in on top of her head so her face was fully exposed now. She smiled up at him, simply going along with the flow, as he undid his pants, and produced the largest cock Ally had ever seen in her life.

Ally was not some prude, she had obviously seen pornography before, and she had slept with Brandon on plenty of occasions, including giving him blowjobs. But she had never seen a black dick before in person, it was intimidating and enticing all at once. The length dwarfing Brandon's mediocre white penis, the girth nearly as thick as her wrist, as it loomed directly in front of her. Her new friend had obviously been highly anticipating this moment, as a bead of precum was already pooled at the tip of his fat black cock head. She reached up curiously, gripping his cock mid shaft, and started slowly working it back and forth, the crowd bursting into their celebratory chant once more.

"SUCK! SUCK! SUCK! SUCK!"

She glanced around at the sea of faces urging her on, laughed, shrugged, and stuck the tip in her mouth, sucking in fast solid movements. The taste was strange and incredible, either the dew drop of semen, or the sweat, but the best part was how large yet malleable he was, his stiffness surprisingly easy to take deeper. Never having needed to do that before with Brandon, she pushed him in further, his cock sliding down her throat, the bulge in her neck slight but notable as it pumped her esophagus. Ally couldn't believe how easy this was, not just in the taking it in, but her willingness to do it. Her soft white pussy getting wet beneath her dress, panties soaking in her juices. She started pumping more quickly now, taking it deep and fast, when she realized her hands were stopping some of her progress. She let go, and he immediately grabbed the back of her head, his black fingers mashing into her brown hair as he forced his dick completely down her throat all the way to his balls. The crowd erupted in cheers, Ally being celebrated for her enthusiastic love of his big black cock. She felt amazing being the center of attention.

Other girls, either solo, or in groups of two or three, were sucking off the myriad of other black frat members around her, as he pulled his massive eleven inch cock completely out of her throat, saliva slicking every inch of the surface and dribbling down Ally's chin all over the stone floor. She gasped, looking at it with lust in her eyes, grabbing the base again, jerking and sucking him as his cock tensed and stiffened even more, the sudden twitch in his balls denoting inbound orgasm. He reached down and took over once more, placing the head of his cock on her soft pink tongue, pulsing thick loads of semen all over her uvula, quickly filling her mouth, her formerly braced teeth swimming in a sea of cum. The crowd responded in kind, cheering and shouting, as Ally swallowed it all, turning to the crowd and opening her mouth wide to show them her achievement, all of them doubling their revelry.

Ally was absolutely thrilling on the moment, standing up, laughing and being escorted back out into the crowd of girls, all of them hanging off of cheering black men, as she settled on the man who had just unloaded in her mouth, hanging on his shoulder, cheering on the other girls now, and chanting

"SUCK! SUCK! SUCK! SUCK!"

Upstairs, Brandon had finished his shots, the girls and their host wandering off without him shortly after, as he wandered around, hoping either to spot Ally or another group to party with. He noticed the crowd had been getting a little thinner, some people exiting out the front, other girls being escorted to a door in the back, being taken to another level of the party, he suspected. He moved on over, trying to see in the door as they went down, the bouncer, leaning in front of him as he did.

"Can I help you, kid?" he said sternly.

"Yeah, is there more of the party going on in there?" he said somewhat slurred.

"Sure is, but it ain't for you. Beat it." the stout black man said rudely.
<hr pg="2" />Brandon let out a "psssh" before turning away, hoping to find Ally and see if she was up for a little fun in her naughty devil costume. He scoped the room, hoping to find her, but not having any luck, so he decided to call her cell phone instead. The cell reception downstairs wasn't great, but it rang anyway, not that Ally heard it or cared, as she could feel the large black cock of the man she had fellated pressing into her back right thigh as she stood in front of him, cheering into the crowd, and it was making her warm all over. Her voicemail clicked on, and Brandon thought back to earlier, leaving her a quick message.

"Hey Ally, I'm sorry about earlier, I hope you aren't mad at me or anything. But, I really wanted to see you, essept' I don't know where you went. You're supposed to be my designa... desig... designed driver, and also you have my keys." he said, sounding like an utter disaster.

He hung up, wandering out into the courtyard hoping to see if he could spot her outside, but once again, with zero luck. He shook his head, confused and a little sad, deciding to walk to where they had parked to see if she was at least by the car.

Back in the basement, the first seven rounds of "SUCK" had concluded, and it was now time for the big bonus round, the MC proudly declaring,

"Alright ladies, we've seen what you can do on your knees, and it's clear to us that you aim to please!" the crowd letting out a peal of drunken laughter, "Now it's time to get serious, and lose those panties girls! Say goodbye to your inhibitions and your boyfriends, because here comes the main event!"

No sooner said, than dozens of the black men escorted girls, Ally included out into the center arena, the whole thing nearly to capacity, forcing others to simply work outside the confines of the show floor. Her mysterious new black friend knelt down, reaching up her puffy skirt, hooking her devil red panties down with his thumbs, the dewy moisture webbing briefly between her flesh and her dropping underwear. She aided him, stepping out of them as he balled them up and stuck them in his pocket, standing up again. All across the space, similar actions were taking place, panties being dropped and removed, dozens of white, asian and latina pussies now unguarded and ripe for action. Her spun her around, bending her over his strong hands sliding down her back as he whipped his monstrous black cock out once more, parking it between her soft white thighs. Her face was hot with need, and she quickly kicked off her heels to make sure she was good and stable for what was about to happen.

She felt his thick black cock head exploring her soft white folds, before hitting the spot, the head now pushing it's way inside her. Ally reached up and bit her knuckle as inch after inch disappeared inside her, stretching her formerly "white only" pussy to it's limit. The pain was amazing, and new. Brandon couldn't compare to this, and after what she had seen tonight, she wasn't sure any white boy could. She let out a startled squeak as the thick black head of his cock hit the walls of her uterus, the feeling strange and wonderful. He gripped her hips hard, reeling himself back slightly before slamming all the way back in again, his tempo picking up more with each thrust. Ally could already feel her knees buckling, her toes curling with orgasmic anticipation, as he fucked her harder and deeper than Brandon ever had, and ever would. The crowd had devolved into a series of pleasure moans, soft female voices crying out in pain and ecstasy, as the announcer started chanting over them,

"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!"

Brandon sat on the hood of the car, sobering up slightly, trying to call Ally again with no luck. He started back for the frat house, passing a few people as they departed, meeting back up with the bouncer at the main gate, who immediately stopped him.

"Oh, hey no, it's me from earlier." he said, a little confused.

"Sorry, party's over." he said, despite the fact that there was clearly some life still left inside.

"It doesn't look over, but whatever, I just need to grab my girlfriend." he said, moving to pass again.

"I'm sure a lot of people need to grab their girlfriends, but the party is over for you, so tough break." he said, shutting him down as he placed a hand on Brandon's chest, who had dipped toward him.

"Listen bro, you need to take your hands off me, and let me go inside and get her." Brandon said, becoming defiant.

"I don't have to do jack shit, white boy. Now go home, and MAYBE you're girlfriend will come back to you later when she's done." he added, a smarmy smile on his face.

Brandon was about at his limit. He didn't know if Ally was in there or not, but he didn't plan on going anywhere until he knew for sure. He tensed himself up, pacing back and forth as he sized up the bouncer, waiting for him to give a single sign of an opening.

"Don't even bother kid..." the bouncer started, Brandon swinging wildly toward his face.

The bouncer deftly ducked and uppercut Brandon hard in the chin, knocking a tooth loose, and sending him back on his ass. The bouncer shook his head, and casually grabbed his walkie, calling in the incident.

"Looks like we have a tough guy out here, anyone interested?" he said, a mean smile cracking.

In a short matter of a minute, at least seven more of the black frat men who were forgoing the festivities to protect the others appeared, grabbing Brandon by his collar and dragging him through the gate and behind the stone walls, where they collectively punched and kicked him for almost a minute, before leaving him a crying beaten mess on the ground, one staying back to drag him back out of their property and into some nearby bushes to cool off. Brandon lay there sobbing, clutching his ribs, badly bruised, and maybe a little fractured, but alive. The night having turned a lot more punchy than he had ever hoped for, wishing Ally would find him and help take care of him.

Ally screamed out in explosive orgasms, her legs trembling, her balance failing as he the strange black man whose name she didn't know continued pounding her sopping wet pussy into oblivion. She felt him suddenly slow down and stop, his cock flexing hard as he unloaded inside her, thick jets pumping into the furthest reaches of her reproductive system.

"Oh my... oh my god... I can't..." she stammered out, the sound of hot wet slaps and feminine screams filling the room.

He pulled out after a moment, a deluge of semen coming with him as it oozed down her thighs and onto her stockings. She took a few weak steps like a baby deer, before she felt a strong hand grab her arm, making her turn exhaustedly to look at him. It wasn't her original guy, but another strange black man, his identity hidden behind a partial mask, who without a word, guided her down to the floor, spreading her thighs wide open as he started mounting her.

"What..? I can't..." she started, but she could, and she would, as this second black stranger stuffed himself inside her dripping pussy, completely uncaring for both her hesitation, and the leavings of his frat brother.

The whole underbelly of the party had turned into an hours long interracial orgy, black dicks disappearing into eager pale mouths, between spread legs, and up both reluctant and practiced asses. Some girls taking multiple cocks at at time, some simply being used one after another. Ally lay on her back, lost in a sea of orgasmic ecstasy, the sounds of the room fading off into white noise, as a third dick entered her, every time feeling like the first. Eager black lips sucking her toes as her feet pointed straight up to the ceiling, her top undone, hard pink nipples twisted an sucked, cum splashing over her face, and in her hair. Her formerly virgin ass being invaded by no less than ten inches of midnight black dick as two other zealous black men ejaculated all over her feet and toes. The entire night fading into a blur of college teen girls screaming in pleasure as they were assaulted by an army of furious black cocks.

Ally woke the next morning in a bed, not realizing she had been both cleaned up, and moved while she was passed out from the drink, the drugs, or the sheer exhaustion of being fucked so many times. She was completely naked, her clothes discarded on the floor next to her, a tall black frat boy sleeping next to her. She was utterly mortified at first, realizing she had just slept with a complete stranger, and had no idea what had happened to Brandon. She looked nervously around the dorm room, there were at least four more sleeping black men, and at least twice as many girls laying with them. Confused, she craned her head over the man sleeping next to her, and saw a red headed girl sleeping directly opposite. She scrambled to try and remember the events of last night, as she sat up, the ache in her sensitive lower regions telling her a lot about what had likely transpired. She gathered her costume, up trying to quietly get dressed, realizing with a certain horror that her panties were missing.

She grabbed her cell phone, seeing she had several missed calls from Brandon, and two voice messages. She bent down to put her stockings on, and heard the man behind her speak suddenly.

"Mmm... that takes me back to last night." he said, reaching out and squeezing her naked ass.

She shot bolt upright, a panicked look on her face, and turned around.

"About last night, I... I have a boyfriend, whatever happened, I didn't meant to do it." she said panicked, backing up slightly.

"Hey, it's cool, honey. I got a dozen more like you whenever I want'em." he said, stretching out and laying his head back down.

As he turned, the blanket slipped off, showing his large black cock at nearly eight inches even unerect. She gasped, her eyes lingering on it longer than she had meant to, the vague memory of being fucked doggystyle resurfacing momentarily, as she bolted quickly and quietly out of the room. The house was generally still, with the sound of a few people cooking and moving about, the stale smell of alcohol filling the air. She looked back over her shoulder, strangely worried the man would be following her, but he wasn't. Instead, she ran smack into another black guy who was about to walk up the stairs.

"Oh god, I'm sorry, excuse me." she said hurriedly, making for the front door.

The man watched her go, simply smiling as he reached into his pocket and produced the devil red panties he had taken off her last night, smelling them deeply, yet another trophy for his growing collection.

When Ally got back to her dorm, she sat on her bed, feeling utterly defeated as she checked her phone. The first message coming from Brandon asking where she had gone, the second one being a short amount of dead air, followed by the word "fuck" as he hung up.

"Oh, what did I do, what did I do?" she asked herself, fists at her temples.

For some reason, the word "fuck" continued in her head, almost becoming a chant, and she could feel the tinges of a memory forming, as well as the electric tingling of arousal in her still exposed vagina. Flashes from the night before coming back, the doggystyle sex, her legs spread and in the air, a hot load splashing down her throat, countless masked black faces pumping themselves into, or down onto, her. She realized with a hard certainty that she had fucked at a minimum six different black men last night, and she couldn't tell you what any of them looked like, short of the man she met this morning. She could vaguely recall her surroundings, other pale legs pointing up, toes curling, the wet sounds of thrusting, orgasmic screaming. Had it been an orgy? She wondered, another hint of arousal coming with the idea. She remembered how Brandon had been kind of a jerk, and how she left him to go drink, came back and saw him dancing with other girls. She remembered being led to the cheering hall downstairs, the girls enthusiastically fucking and sucking every black dick thrust their way, and she knew suddenly and with clarity that she had absolutely been one of them.

How could she possible explain this to Brandon? She wondered, anxiety filling her chest. She put her head in her hands, feeling for a moment as if she was about to cry, but instead finding she was filled with a sudden and profound clarity. Maybe this was exactly what Brandon had meant all along. Not the cheating on him, of course, but the idea of college being the years you let yourself live, taking in new experiences, and doing things you would never normally do. She had loved Brandon, but maybe this was her way of realizing she had outgrown him. As the memories continued to swim to the surface, Ally considered that maybe what she had needed was to cut loose like this all along, to try a different type of man. That truth seemed fairly evident now. She had always been reserved, somewhat prudent with him, taking her time, making sure everything was okay first... but with these black men, she gave herself freely, with no hesitation, and the sex had been a million times better. She had turned her brain off, and just let herself get fucked like a complete slut, and it felt surprisingly good.

She tried to remember a single instance of sex between her and Brandon that had made her feel that way, and there wasn't one. Ally knew that there were plenty of girls who only slept with black men, and now she really knew why. She smiled weakly, shaking her head at the idea, wondering how many years she would have spent living unfulfilled had it not been for this party. But that couldn't happen, not until she resolved the past. She called Brandon, with him answering angrily, a slight winge in his voice,

"Oh, well look who finally decided to call me back."

"Look, I'm sorry about last night." Ally paused for a moment, realizing as she spoke to him she WASN'T sorry at all, but she continued, "But I was mad at you, and I..." she trailed off unsure of how to say it.

"You what? Don't tell me you hooked up with someone." he barked, pausing as it hurt his ribs.

She had hooked up with lots of someones, but it wasn't his business anymore what she did. "I decided that we shouldn't see each other anymore."

"Woah, baby wait... look, I'm upset obviously, but that doesn't mean we have to break up." he said, a cold fear spreading in his bruised chest.

"No, we do. I realized last night that I need something better in my life, and I'm sorry, but that just isn't you anymore." Or any white guy, her mind added sardonically.

"Ally, please don't do this, I love you." he begged, tears welling in his eyes.

"Goodbye, Brandon." she said, not wanting to go on his guilt trip.

He went to speak again, but she had already hung up. He called her repeatedly for minutes trying to get her to answer, but she simply put him on ignore, and got changed into some normal clothes. Part of her wondered if she should have told him what happened, give him some sense of closure, but the way he was acting started feeling weak and pathetic to her now, and she didn't care if he suffered. She was a new woman, one with a much different and blacker future ahead of her, the thought making her smile as she brushed out her long hair. She had work today, though she was tempted to call out and head back over to the ABK house for an on her knees apology tour for running out and acting so prissy. The thought of all those thick black dicks just waiting to be sucked making her shudder. But she decided to pace herself (if she could) and focus on work, at least for today, to get her mind back to a more collected place, instead of just being a brainless BBC loving slut, though the thought was certainly tempting. So she got up, and started up her coffee machine, chuckling to herself that it seemed she now liked her men just like she liked her coffee.. black and strong.

Back at the Alpha Beta Kappa frat house, dozens of girls kissed their new black lovers goodbye, others stayed, giving themselves freely to their morning bed mates, the sounds of orgasmic sex filling the air once more. This wasn't the first time this had happened, and it certainly wouldn't be the last, as every freshman class was another opportunity for them to fuck as many naive impressionable girls as they could, causing the female graduation rate to plummet, as sizable numbers dropped out due to unexpected pregnancies. Their rich and mysterious benefactor ensuring that their escapades wouldn't have to end anytime soon. ABK's own private alumni website hosted thousands of pictures of hundreds of light skinned girls, naked, covered in cum, and fucked beyond belief. A fresh picture of Ally's smiling face from her ID gracing the next newsletter along with dozens of others, as they celebrated their latest conquests, coupling them with the multiple pictures of them being used and degraded. Life was good at the ABK, and they were already laying out the groundwork for their next soiree.

