Over the next week, Jenny learned what it truly meant to be in demand. It was open season on the freshman girls, and it seemed like every senior, junior, and sophomore wanted a piece of her. She liked the attention and was flattered to be desired, but after awhile her tongue was tired and her pussy was sore. She eventually learned where to go when she was horny and where to hide when she needed a rest. For instance, the freshman dorm was never safe; the girls could be woken at any hour and were at the mercy of anyone who cared to take the time to use them.
In the common areas of the house, decorum was maintained as long as the front doors were open, which was until 10 P.M. on weekdays and 11 P.M. on weekends. After that the doors were locked - late entry was facilitated by a junior sentry who remained on duty till the wee hours - and some nights, pandemonium broke out. And so it was that Jenny and two other freshmen were washing dishes late Tuesday night when a group of sophomores burst in and ordered them to strip. The dishes waited as the girls serviced each shop in turn, kneeling on the kitchen's cold linoleum.
But it didn't stop there. Jenny was pulled away from the group by a tall junior named Gina, who flung her onto a couch in the common living room and mounted her for a passionate 69. When Gina climbed off, Jenny was spotted by an African-American senior named Clarissa. Clarissa hadn't had Jenny yet, so next thing Jenny knew she was bent over the couch with her face in freshman Rebecca's blond muff as Clarissa fucked her from behind. Clarissa wanted to taste Jenny too, and she didn't get away without being smothered for 15 minutes in Clarissa's sopping wet puss. When it was all over, Jenny still had to go back to the kitchen and finish the dishes; no excuses would be accepted.
When she finally made it to Kristin's room after midnight, she began wearily to strip when Kristin called for her just to come to bed. She had a good idea where Jenny had been, and her suspicions were confirmed when she noted that Jenny smelled like girl juice from head to toe. Jenny confessed to being exhausted, and Kristin patted her head sympathetically. "Things will calm down a little after this week," she told the freshman. "And you can always come here if you want. No one can touch you in this room unless I tell them to. Besides, remember, there are a whole lot of people at this school who would like to have your problems."
Jenny smiled sweetly, nestled into Kristin's arms, and very quickly fell asleep. The next morning neither of them had class until the afternoon so they stayed in bed for a good long time. At one point, Kristin mentioned to Jenny that Saturday would be the day of ABD's fall open house. This was a major social event for students campuswide, both male and female. Jenny was surprised to learn that even the raging lesbians of ABD still enjoyed being pursued by men, and that some of them even had boyfriends.
