The Football Team and The Max Number of 20.

"Here, pull who gets to fuck you first. Then we'll worry about a number." Tom taunts holding a bowl out to her.

With a gulp Nicole pulls a slip and reads it, looking a little relieved, and maybe even a little excited as she says, "Football players."

With a lust-filled smile, Sarah pats her head and says, "See that's not so bad, you won't have to convince any strangers. I've heard plenty of boys on the football team talk about stuffing your holes and I bet you've even fantasized about some of them doing it."

Nicole blushes cutely unable to meet anyone's gaze. "It could be worse I guess." She murmurs.

Miranda slides the bowl with numbers in it over towards her. "Now let's see how many cocks you're going to take."

With a deep breath Nicole reaches into the bowl and pulls out another slip. When she opens it her eyes go wide in terror and she inhales sharply.

"Holy shit!" Matt says reading the slip over her shoulder. "She got it! She pulled the 20!"

Instantly everyone except Nicole begins whooping and cheering, overtaken by an animalistic, sadistic urge to watch your innocent friend get absolutely destroyed.

You find yourself standing over your friend-turned-fuck-meat holding the last bowl out to her. "Pull three more pieces so you know what to do, slut." She looks up at you with a look of hurt, betrayal, and fear but she obeys.