Consciousness returned slowly, seeming to creep into my body in little pieces. I tried to crack open an eye, but was unable to. As I lay with my eyes shut, the excesses of last night began to trickle back into my memory. It was rush week at my university and I had been at a sorority party where I was a pledge. The party had been fantastic, and near the end the sisters had made all of us pledges come upstairs. Slowly it came back to me why I couldn't open my eyes. I gingerly lifted a hand up and began picking the dried cum out of my eyelashes. Eventually I was able to open both of my eyes and see the aftermath of the party. I was sprawled face-up on a queen-sized bed in one of the upstairs rooms of the sorority. Three of my fellow pledges were in the room with me, two on another bed on the opposite side of the room and one in the bed with me. I wasn't too concerned with them, at least initially, and instead began to take stock of my situation.
I propped my head up on a pillow and looked down. My nineteen-year-old 38d breasts were absolutely covered in cum; the only skin I could see was through a layer of thick goo. A lot of it was dry, but some of the larger blobs were still partially liquid, as was the large pool that had formed in the valley between my boobs and my neck. I could see partially congealed rivulets that ran from my nipples (which were becoming hard remembering all that had happened last night!) all the way to the bed. Some of my long, dirty blond hair had gotten plastered to my body, glued on with cum.
Looking further down my body I could see that my stomach was in no better shape. Another large pool had formed in and around my belly button, nearly obscuring the henna tattoo I had put on especially for the party. I could see that cascades of cum had slid off my stomach and down my sides and the pools on either side of my body were truly impressive. The bed we were lying on had a plastic sheet on it, presumably to make the eventual clean up easier. What it meant to me though, was that I was lying in a pool of cum, perhaps a half-inch deep, that had formed in the depression my body made in the mattress.
Continuing my inspection, I could see the junction between my two widely splayed legs. I'm a bit of a stickler when it comes to my pubic hair; in general I wax all of it except for a small triangle at the top of my pussy. While the waxing itself is extraordinarily painful the silky smooth skin that it leaves behind makes it easily worthwhile—there's nothing worse than feeling stubble on your pussy lips! For this party, though, I had waxed the whole thing and I was now looking down at my bald pussy, which, like the rest of me, was liberally covered with cum. I could only see the upper portion of my lips, but I knew how the rest must look. My normally tight pussy had taken a lot of dicks the night before and I could feel it gaping open. I knew that it was completely filled with cum. Every slight movement would cause a little bit to spooge out, dribbling down through my asshole and joining the large pool beneath my ass. I say through my asshole because it too had been used a significant number of times last night and, like my pussy, was gaping open and full of cum. My inner thighs were coated with jizz and even my legs and calves, which are well toned and nicely tanned by field hockey practice, had splashes of dried cum everywhere.
Resting my head back down on the bed I took a moment to revel in the situation. Last night I had been treated like a complete slut and I had loved every minute of it. I don't know how many guys fucked me; I had lost count before I even made it into double digits and between the four of us pledges we had probably made it to triple digits. I had had dicks in every one of my orifices, usually more than one at a time. Guys had pumped loads of jism up my pussy and ass, down my throat, and over my face and tits. Some of the guys had been so excited by the situation that they didn't even get around to fucking me, they had just jacked off over my tight belly and large tits. And now I was relaxing in a pool of cum, my pussy and ass gaping open and leaking, and I was even more turned on than I was the night before! Well, ok, I'm not sure if that was really possible, but I could definitely feel a tingling starting in my pussy!
Propping myself up further, I turned and looked at the pledge lying next to me. Her name was Cindy and we had quickly become best friends, even though we'd only known each other for a couple of months. Like me, she is a serious looker. She's a little shorter than I am (she's 5'6" while I'm 5'8") and a bit more voluptuous (her hips are a little bit wider and she has an extra "d" over me in cup size!). Her most outstanding feature though is her beautiful, slightly curly, red hair. It has amazing golden highlights and is a perfect frame for her picture-perfect face. Her skin is light colored and as smooth as porcelain; she has gorgeous clear green eyes, delicate, arching red eyebrows and high cheekbones.
Of course, the majority of her doll-fine features were obscured by the ropy strings of cum criss-crossing her face, and it was almost impossible to see her ruby red lips because they were completely coated with the pearly-white translucence of so many guys' loads. I must have looked the same way; I had a strong aftertaste of cum in my mouth and I could feel it dripping onto my face from my hair, sliding down my nose and cheeks and chin before dully splashing onto my chest and breasts. The lake that had formed in my cleavage began to run down and merged with the lake on my stomach. That lake in turn overflowed and cum began oozing down my sides, into my pussy and ass, and onto the bed.
