Continue walking to the party, discussing what you expect to happen when you arrive

Residential street heading toward Oakmont Drive, at 3:43 PM on Saturday June 15th, 2024

The suburban street stretches ahead, lined with parked cars and manicured lawns. Your group draws stares from a middle-aged woman watering her garden—her eyes widen as she takes in five scantily-clad females walking past, cum visibly leaking down multiple sets of thighs. You don't care. Your bronze DD-cups bounce with each step, the leather corset creaking, and Jackson's thick seed continues soaking through your micro-shorts.

"So what do we do when we get there?" Cumslut asks, her voice breathy and eager. Her small hand squeezes your arm tighter. "Just walk in and start... you know?"

"Fuck yeah we do," you growl, amber eyes blazing with lust. "We walk in, we find the hottest guys, and we let them use every single hole we've got. I want a cock in my mouth, one in my pussy, one in my ass—all at the same time. I want everyone watching while I get bred like the slut I am."

Candy squeals, bouncing excitedly on her toes. "Yes! I wanna get fucked in front of everyone too! Maybe on a table or something!" Her massive H-cups threaten to spill out of the neon pink sports bra. "Do you think they'll call me names? I like when they call me names."

"They'll call you whatever you want, babe," you reply, grinning. "Slut, whore, cumdump—anything that gets their cocks hard."

Milky finally speaks up from behind, her voice distant and hungry. "Need big cocks. Many big cocks. Need to taste them, worship them..." Milk drips steadily from her massive F-cups, leaving a trail of white droplets on the sidewalk. "Will there be big cocks?"

"College guys? Fuck yes there will be," you say. "Probably a dozen or more. And we're gonna drain every single one."

Cherry walks silently beside you, her violet eyes still glazed and tears streaming down her pale doll-face. She hasn't spoken since leaving the mall. The see-through babydoll lingerie clings to her massive G-cups, Rodriguez's cum still leaking from her crotchless panties.

"Cherry, you okay?" Cumslut asks, genuine concern in her voice despite her own arousal.

"Too much," Cherry whispers hoarsely. "Everything's too much. Need it all. Need cocks in every hole, need to be watched, need to be bred, need to taste cum, need to be degraded, need to be worshipped, need to—" Her voice breaks into a sob. "Can't stop needing."

You reach over and squeeze her shoulder. "Then you'll get it all, babe. That's what the party's for."

The street curves ahead, and you can already hear the distant thump of bass music. Two more blocks. Your pussy throbs with anticipation, perpetually wet and aching to be filled again. Your Libido Overdrive makes it impossible to think about anything except the cocks waiting for you—thick, hard, ready to pump you full of more hot cum.